Hooray – it's the Jack outtake! :) I hope you enjoy.
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Jack
I was trapped. Caught between my loyalty to my best friend, and my preservation instinct.
As in love as I was with Ashton, the realist in me never allowed me to jeopardize our friendship by telling him. I wondered many times whether he already knew. He would never have been threatened by knowing – naturally he already knew I was gay – but I didn't want to do anything to introduce any kind of awkwardness, even a temporary one, to our relationship. So the man to whom I told everything never heard me tell him that I was in love with him.
The weekend of Jasper and Edward's wedding found me taking a three-day weekend – almost unheard of for me, a workaholic – and catching a Friday afternoon flight to Austin. I had travelled alone, most of our friends having flown out in the morning. I could have booked a seat on the same flight, but chose a later one, preferring to fly by myself. I blamed it on having waited too long to book. Everyone seemed to buy my story, except Ashton. He didn't say anything but he did give me a peculiar look, knowing that I'd never left anything too late in my life. In my line of work – a stock broker – if you leave something too late you cost your clients, and yourself, a shitload of money. Ashton didn't question me, thank goodness. As good a friend as he was, he never pried, knowing I would always share with him when I was ready.
I arrived at the hotel in time to shower, change and go out to dinner with our friends. We had a great time – a really nice, relaxing evening. Kathleen and Ashton were staying in the same hotel as me, so after dinner the three of us walked back to the hotel together and they came to my room for a drink. After they said good night and went to their room, instead of getting ready for bed I changed into some slim jeans and a black ribbed t-shirt. I grabbed my laptop and looked up gay clubs in Austin, deciding on a place called Charlie's. Downstairs I flagged a cab and headed to the bar. I was going for one reason, and one only: I wanted a fuck.
I could have waited till I got back to Seattle – I'd be going back in two days – but it was next to impossible to pick up an anonymous fuck there. And I never wanted to see this person, whoever he turned out to be, again.
At the club I grabbed a drink and stood at the bar, just watching. Some kind of contest was being held on the stage – the same type of shit that went on at Spin, and XY, and every other gay dance club in the fucking country – but fortunately down on the dance floor, things were still moving. I watched for a few moments, until I felt a finger hook into my belt loop. I turned to look at the finger's owner, meeting a friendly, interested gaze.
"Hey there," said the boy who'd hooked me.
"Hi," I replied, glancing over his shaggy, dirty-blonde hair. He looked like a surfer.
"You're new here," he said, punctuating his interest by running his tongue quickly over his top lip.
"Visiting," I corrected. "Just for the weekend."
"A Yankee?" he asking, tilting his head.
I shook my head. "Seattle."
"Oh," he grinned. "Wanna dance, Seattle?"
I nodded, setting my empty glass on the bar. I let him lead me to the dance floor, where a lot of guys had already doffed their shirts. He soon stripped his shirt off as well, revealing a slim, hairless chest and a tattoo on his left pec. As we danced, he inched closer to me. I liked that he wasn't being too aggressive - the really forward guys really turned me off. Truth be told, what really did it for me was someone who was a little shy – not inexperienced, mind you, but not a walking invitation, either. Shy guys were something I seldom saw..
I was on the third song with this guy and was thinking he'd do, for me to take home, when someone else caught my eye.
He was inching closer to me, every few minutes moving a bit nearer. He appeared to be trying to check me out without being obvious. I appreciated him not coming up and pouncing on me, especially when I was already dancing with someone else, which wouldn't have stood in the way of many of these guys. This kid seemed to be more polite than many of the twinks I'd met in my life – the polar opposite, for instance, of that fucking punk, Cody.
When the dirty blonde had turned to a friend for a moment, shouting a conversation with the friend while they jumped up and down to the beat, I took the opportunity to slide carefully the remaining few feet until I was standing in front of the other boy.
He was young, with thick, shoulder-length brown hair and a fine nose. The curves of his top lip were rounded, delicate arches; his bottom lip was a lush cushion, soft and full, giving him a slightly petulant look.
"Hi," he said, sounding a bit shy, despite having approached me. "I'm Jacey."
"I'm Jack," I said, moving close to him, dancing so that my pelvis would occasionally brush his as we gyrated to the throbbing music. He too was shirtless. I put my hands low on his sides to follow the smooth sway of his hips. Hesitantly, he lifted his hands to rest on my pecs, and he started to get into the music more, his eyes closing, his head lolling back. When he tipped his head and neck back, his pelvis would tilt forward, pressing against mine. I could feel the iron stiffness of his young cock, and it felt so goddamn good pressing into mine.
His chest was completely smooth – not even a treasure trail peeked out from the top of his jeans. I licked the shallow valley that extended from his collarbone all the way to his novel – the planes of his chest were quite flat and angular, but god, he was beautiful. He would give me a demure look from under his dark eyebrows, and my cock would fucking jump. If he kept rubbing his cock against mine, he'd have me coming right there on the goddamn dance floor.
I pulled him closer so that his chest pressed into mine. His face was close, and he looked into my eyes for a moment before looking away self-consciously. I took advantage of his exposed neck being so close to tongue his neck from his collarbone to his earlobe. He shivered and his hands grasped my biceps before a little moan escaped him. He was reserved enough that he wouldn't initiate a touch or a caress, but Jesus, did he respond when I did. So passionate – it was driving me crazy. Vaguely I wondered whether he was more verdant than I'd realized.
"Want to get out of here with me?" I asked when he had leaned his chest into mine, sliding his arms up around my neck. He dipped his chin, giving me that reticent look and then he looked down. His dark eyelashes swept his reddening cheeks. I was almost convinced now that he'd never been with a guy before and was about to ask him, when he finally spoke.
"Yes, please," he murmured. I repressed a smile at his use of the word please. He was polite, too - this boy knew how to push every single button I had. He took my hand – the first move he had made – and led me to where a brown v-neck t-shirt was lying over the back of a chair. He threw it back on. It fit his slim body snugly, and Jesus Christ, he was so fucking gorgeous.
Outside, he waited quietly beside me when I hailed a cab. In the cab, I told the driver the name of my hotel and Jacey looked at me quizzically. "You don't live in Austin?" he asked quietly.
"No," I replied, "I'm from Seattle." I saw the cab driver's eyes flicker to the mirror to look at us. I had slid my arm around Jacey's shoulders, not wanting to break contact with him and the driver seemed surprised at learning that the young man was getting into a cab with me despite not even knowing I wasn't local. I rolled my eyes, wondering if the driver was new. Cabbies usually knew that many of the people going home from here tonight would accompany someone with whom they'd exchanged much less information than Jacey and I had.
Jacey was in the middle of the back seat, pressed against me. He turned towards me and rested his head against my shoulder. It surprised me as an uncommonly intimate gesture. So much about what this guy was doing was not the typical club boy behavior. I was becoming more convinced that he had little or no sexual experience.
I wanted to ask him before we progressed any further, but I didn't want to do so in front of the nosy cabbie. I decided to wait until we got to the hotel. When we pulled up in front I handed the driver enough cash to cover the fare and tip and slid out of the car, holding the door open till Jacey got out. He paused for a second in the seat, looking at the cabbie who said something to him that I couldn't hear.
"No, thank you," Jacey politely answered with a smile. "I appreciate you asking, though."
After I closed the door behind him and the cab drove off I asked him what the driver had said. "He said I didn't have to get out, that if I was feeling unsafe I could stay in and he'd take me where I wanted to go, no charge."
I was surprised but oddly grateful for the cab driver's offer. He was being watchful, and that was well beyond what his job required of him. I was also glad that, given the chance to back out, Jacey chose to stay with me.
I kept my arm around his shoulder, steering him to the bank of elevators past the lobby of the hotel. We were silent as we rode up the elevator to the tenth floor. I looked at Jacey. He was staring down at his feet, his full lower lip pulled between his teeth. I pressed my lips to his ear. "Have you done this before, Jacey?"
He lifted his face to mine. "Yes," he replied.
"You seem a little…unsure?" I continued.
He cast his eyes downward again, and his cheeks colored. "I haven't done it a lot…a few times in freshman year, with a guy from my dorm. Never with someone…"
"Old?" I supplied.
"Beautiful," he corrected. "You're stunning. It's…pretty intimidating."
I was beautiful? Clearly this boy had never looked in a mirror. I was wondering how this could be when the elevator bell signaled that we had reached my floor. The doors slid open and I released his shoulder, taking his hand in mine and leading him down the hall to my room.
Inside, I flipped on a light – just the smallest one, to cast a faint glow in the room – and threw my wallet and keys on the dresser. Jacey stood, his hands jammed in his pockets awkwardly as he looked around the room. I kicked off my shoes and he followed my lead. I came and stood before him then turned him around to face the full-length mirror on the wall. I stood behind him, a couple inches taller, looking over his shoulder.
"Perhaps you haven't figured out yet that you're gorgeous," I told him. "And not in the 'in a certain light' way. You are exquisite and sexy, and I just about came tonight at the club when you gave me that enticing look." As if on cue, he tucked his chin in, his expression of innocent consternation almost making my knees buckle. "That look," I said, "right there. Jesus, you're captivating." He smiled then, shy but obviously pleased with my assessment. I turned him to face me and traced my fingers across his face, gliding my fingertips over his beautiful full lips.
"Captivating," I repeated in a whisper. Cupping his face with my hand I leaned in, finally feeling those plush lips against mine. They were soft and warm and moved in perfect synchronicity with my mouth. My other hand slid around the back of his waist, pulling his lower body to me. My cock received a sharp jolt as his hips met mine and I moaned into his mouth.
He moaned too, and god, I'd never felt anyone respond to me the way he did. I was certain it was likely just his own nature that caused him to respond to me like this – he was surely shy and reserved until someone came along who could unlock the passion that simmered within him. Jesus, I was sure as hell the one benefiting from it tonight.
I slid my hand under his shirt at the back and started to pull upwards. He pulled away for a second, lifting his arms so I could tug the shirt up over his head. He unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it over my shoulders. Finally making a move, he slid the palms of his hands across my also-smooth chest, his eyes looking a little awestruck. Despite my busy work life, I spent quite a bit of time at the gym with either Ashton or Jasper, and I knew it showed – I was pretty buff.
He stared at my chest for a moment; then, as though drawn by a force he was powerless to stop, his mouth moved immediately to my nipple. He sucked and licked forever, it seemed like, alternating between the two. Finally, he relented, and his soft, warm tongue travelled up to my collarbone where it lingered before continuing up my neck. He was incredible - he was maybe twenty years old, but he could take his time and seemed to know instinctively how to make me feel amazing, despite his limited experience.
Eventually, I had to pull away – my cock was throbbing and I just could not leave it bound up in my jeans any longer. I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down over my hips. I debated whether to doff my briefs as well, but decided to let him do that when he was ready. Instead I moved to his jeans, undoing the button fly and letting them slide off his slim hips. He was wearing low-rise briefs, and I palmed his cock through the thin fabric. He was hard, and certainly felt very nicely-endowed. He watched me stroke his cock through the fabric, then finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled down the front. His cock was gorgeous, standing out like a fucking homing missile. He smiled at me when I looked up with a wide grin, and I pushed his briefs off his ass and they fell to the floor.
"Beautiful," I murmured, gently stroking him. He didn't answer, instead taking the waist of my own briefs and quickly pushing them down. My prick was a goddamn iron bar when it was finally released, and Jacey's eyes widened at the sight of the thick, heavy cock.
"Has anyone sucked your cock before, Jacey?" I asked.
He blushed and looked down, nodding slightly. "Once," he whispered, barely audible.
I stroked his cheek and spoke again. "I'd like to suck it. Do you want that?" He caught his breath, nodding again, and I led him to the chair, encouraging him to sit and slide his ass forward to the edge of the seat. I knelt in front of him, and just before I took him into my mouth, I looked up at his face.
His lips were parted slightly, that beautiful full bottom lip looking so fucking enticing. He was flushed and his breathing was already accelerated. His eyes were wide, but not with fear or apprehension – it was anticipation and desire I saw there.
With my tongue, I traced the circumference of the head of his cock, feeling him shiver at the poignant pleasure. I went slowly, knowing that he was receiving only the second blowjob of his young life – if I went down fast he'd come in no time. I wanted to draw it out, let him enjoy the sensations. Gradually I took just the head into my mouth, slowly rotating my head one way and then the other, dragging my tongue along the underside of the glans. With each pass he would twitch, as though he was desperately fighting the urge to buck his hips towards me.
Soon I changed my movements to slide my lips and tongue further down his shaft. I applied just the lightest pressure, letting his desire build and his enjoyment continue. Still he fought the urge to writhe beneath me; I didn't know how he was managing to keep as still as he did. I knew already how very responsive he was. It must have been exquisite torture for him not to grab my head and fuck my face.
I decided to ratchet up the suction a bit, increasing the vacuum inside my mouth. I also brought one hand up to gently massage his prostate through his perineum. He groaned when he felt my fingers stroking and pressing. His hands clutched the edges of the seat cushion beneath him. I reached up and guided his hands to my head and he immediately wound his fingers through my hair, the pads of his fingers stroking my scalp.
I grasped the base of his cock and started to stroke upwards in rhythm with my mouth. At last, he couldn't stand it any longer and began to lift his hips upwards to meet my face. He moaned, softly at first, but growing in volume and intensity – I knew it wouldn't be long till I was swallowing his hot jizz.
Finally he stiffened, his body quaking beneath me, and I sucked hard. He cried out, tossing his head around as he flailed beneath me. With each thrust into my mouth he shot his load down my throat, and I swallowed every drop greedily until he collapsed, gasping, slouched in the chair. I remained on my knees, resting my head on his abdomen while he recovered from his orgasm.
Eventually, when his breathing had regulated again, he whispered, "Thank you, Jack." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I looked up at him and smiled. His face was still flushed – he seemed in a perpetual state of embarrassment – but god, he was beautiful with that high color.
"Do you think you could do that to me, Jacey?" I asked him, trying my best to speak softly and non-threateningly.
"I'd like to…" he hesitated.
"Yes?" I prompted.
"I don't know if I'm any good at it," he murmured.
"What if I talk you through it?" I asked, reaching up to stroke his red cheek.
He nodded again. "Yes," he moaned, the torment of his desire evident in his voice.
I stood up, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. I lay down on my back and he crawled across the bed to me, kneeling over me. I instructed him on how to use his tongue to find the most sensitive spots, how to pay attention to the reaction he got to learn what felt good, to think about where it felt best when he touched himself. His mouth was so willing and when I finally got to feel that plush lower lip hugging the underside of my cock – pure fucking heaven.
Once he got a little more comfortable with it, I discovered he had a good deal of natural talent in this regard. Deeper and deeper down his throat he took me, swallowing against the gag reflex as I suggested to him. God, the way he almost swallowed my cock, taking it so far down his throat that I didn't understand how he could breathe. He was fucking gifted.
I didn't want to come this way, though, so before I was too far gone I stopped him. He looked confused for a moment, then hurt. "Didn't I do it right?" he asked dolefully.
I pulled him to me, slipping my arms around his shoulders. "Of course you did," I told him. "You're very good, and not just for a first-timer. You're good for just about anyone. But," I continued, reaching to the toiletries kit on the nightstand where my lube and condoms waited, "I've been dying to get inside you ever since I saw you at the club." He smiled softly and looked down at the condom. I opened the packet and handed it to him. "Put it on me?"
He put it on me, unrolling it down my cock. "Kneel on the bed and put your head down on your arms," I told him, grabbing the lube. Carefully I rubbed lube around his anus. H moaned when I gently pressed into the delicate pucker itself. I took time to massage the muscle, relaxing and preparing it so it wouldn't be too painful for him. He moaned softly at the touch of my fingers, his cock again becoming turgid as it hung down between his legs.
Soon he was ready, and after I had put some more lube on the condom I murmured, "Are you ready, Jacey?" His eyes were closed; he nodded. I stroked his back with one hand as I used the other to hold my cock steady. I pushed slowly and carefully, watching his face for signs of discomfort as I entered him. Once the head slipped past his entrance I stopped. "Okay?" I asked. He didn't answer. His breathing was labored and his eyes were still screwed shut. "Jacey?" I persisted. "I'm going to stop if hurts too much."
He shook his head this time, answering, "It's okay. Just go slow."
"Okay," I replied. "I promise it'll get better soon." I pushed slowly and used my still-lubed hand to reach under him, playing with the head of his cock. As I did I murmured encouragements to him and he responded with quiet moans and whimpers. When my entire length rested inside him we both stilled. I continued to play with his cock and his hands reached out to grasp the top edge of the mattress.
"You're so hot, Jacey," I murmured, intending to work him into a fever pitch before I started to pull out again. "Such a beautiful face…a sweet mouth that was fucking made to suck cock…and a tight ass that feels like satin…" He shuddered as I spoke to him. He arched his back up towards me, then thrust his hips backwards, begging me to continue. I fucked him slowly, pulling out till just the head remained in him and sliding deep into him again. I continued this slow and steady pace until he reached back to stop me.
He began to grind his ass back into me, moving his hips in slow, small circles. Jesus Christ, for someone without much experience, he was intuitive. He was now the one working me towards my climax. Soon I had to stop him – I was getting too close and I wasn't ready to come. I wanted us to enjoy each other for a while yet.
I placed my hands on his hips, stilling him; at the same time I spoke so he wouldn't think, again, that he was doing something wrong. "Ungh, you're so fucking good…too good," I said. "Give me a minute." I saw him smile – proud of himself, I was sure, at realizing he was good at this.
I suggested, "How about I lay on my back, and you can ride my cock?" He agreed eagerly. When we had repositioned ourselves I hung onto his slim hips as he sank down onto my cock, gripping me again in his tight embrace. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back. His mouth was open slightly and his tongue came out to lick his lips as he took my length. He sat for a moment, flexing his muscles, massaging my shaft from the inside. I reached up to his nipples, tweaking and pinching them. We were playing a game, he and I, seeing who could most tantalize the other, driving the desire between us to new heights.
Finally I had enough teasing. I grabbed his hips again and lifted him slightly so I could fuck him hard. He cried out, his cries mixing with the slapping sounds of my groin against his ass and thighs. "Play with your cock, Jacey," I commanded him hoarsely. One hand came to his cock while the other went up to finger and twist his nipple. I continued to watch his exquisite face as his release drew near. I was determined to hold back my orgasm until after I watched him come.
I didn't have to wait long; very soon his body was tightening, trembling and ready to explode. The place where we were joined became impossibly tighter, and he lowered himself onto me hard, forcing my ass back to the bed. He ground against me and moaned. Hot white cum erupted from him, spattering my chest and stomach. His moan became a wail as the waves of pleasure battered him. I held my body as still as I could, forcing my orgasm to wait until he had come down from his. Eventually he took one last deep breath and exhaled in a long gust. His body fell forward slightly, his head falling so he was looking at me.
It was my turn now and I wanted him to see me come, to witness the pleasure he brought me. "Watch me, Jacey," I urged him, my voice straining with my delayed pleasure. "Watch me when I come, buried deep in your ass." I raised his hips again and drove into him, once, twice, a third time and then I held there, pushing my cock as far into him as I could. His ass still spasmed slightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm and it put me over the edge.
"Fuck," I shouted, fucking him deep and hard as my orgasm racked my body. "Jacey," I groaned, punctuating each word with a slam deep inside him, "so…fucking…good…fuck…yeah." I was sweating and panting, teased by his beauty and his nubile body till I broke.
When my orgasm subsided and the only sounds in the room were the two of us trying to catch our breath, Jacey leaned forward to lie on my chest. I ran my fingers through his shoulder-length hair, reveling in his softness at my fingertips. We lay that way for a long time, his legs still flanking my body, and it occurred to me that I could very happily remain this way all night.
All too soon, though, reality intruded upon my idyll. I knew Kathleen and Ashton would expect to see me at breakfast tomorrow morning. With their room being on an upper floor, they would very likely come by the room to get me when they were on their way to the restaurant. I didn't care if they knew I'd hooked up with someone, but I didn't want them to run into him in my room – that didn't seem like a very classy thing to do, It was just more than I wanted to share.
So I decided to give it a couple of hours, let him stay for that time if he wanted to, and then let him know I'd have friends coming by shortly..
Presently Jacey asked softly, "How long are you in Austin?"
"Till Sunday afternoon," I answered. "I'm here for a wedding."
"Will you come back to the club tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Tomorrow night I'll be out at Lake LBJ," I replied.
"Long drive," he commented.
"So I hear," I nodded. "I've never been before."
"I'm from Kingsland," he replied. Apparently he wasn't quite so reserved when he wasn't nervous any longer. "About 25 minutes past Marble Falls."
"Did you move here for school?" I asked, wanting to know more about this boy now that he had started to open up a bit.
"Yeah," he confirmed. "UT Austin."
"What are you taking?"
"Bachelor of Fine Arts in Design," he answered. "I'm a sophomore."
A sophomore. As I'd suspected, he was around twenty years old, quite a bit younger than my 27. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering what I was doing. Normally I never went for someone that much younger. I didn't usually find myself attracted to youngsters. What was it about his one that had caught my eye?
Oh well, I thought. It's just once, thousands of miles from home.
Soon he said, "I should probably get going…"
"I guess," I agreed reluctantly, though I knew he had to.
He drew himself up off my chest, and while he dressed I ducked into the bathroom and disposed of the condom, taking a moment to clean myself up. I threw on my pants and a t-shirt and said, "I'll walk you downstairs." He nodded. I grabbed my wallet and the keycard for the room.
Downstairs, I had the concierge call a cab to take Jacey home and we stood outside on the sidewalk waiting. The night air had cooled and a light breeze blew through Jacey's shoulder-length hair. After our superheated activities upstairs, he was chilly, shivering in his t-shirt. Standing behind him, I slid my arms around his waist and pressed my body against him, hoping to help warm him a bit. He leaned his head back against my chest.
"Come back to the club tomorrow night," he murmured.
I shook my head. "By the time I get back to the city, it'll be too late…"
He turned in my arms, his face looking earnestly into mine. "I'll wait until they kick me out," he whispered.
"I won't be there," I told him, trying to be gentle but still unequivocal in my reply. Over his shoulder the taxi pulled up behind him; I held a finger up to the driver to signal that we'd be just a minute. "Taxi's here," I said quietly to Jacey.
He sighed softly and nodded, then looked at my mouth. I had kissed him in my room before we had sex - unusual for me since I almost never kissed a hook-up. Jacey, though…
It took me no time to decide. I leaned in and that delicious mouth that had brought me such pleasure tonight pressed to mine again. I took his lower lip into my mouth, adulating its pillowy softness. I didn't release him until he sighed a soft purr.
Finally he stepped back from me, his hands lingering on my chest until he could no longer touch. "I'll be there tomorrow night," he said again before getting into the cab. I simply shook my head, not bothering to repeat my assurance that I would not be. I opened the front door of the cab and gave the driver $100, telling him to take Jacey wherever he needed to go and keep the change.
"Yes, sir!" said the driver, his eyes widening at the stack of twenties.
I stepped back away from the cab. Jacey watched me through the window, a little smile on his face, until the cab pulled away. After the cab disappeared down the street I shook my head again, smiling to myself that he just would not take no for an answer. I knew, however, that I would not see Jacey the following night...or ever again, for that matter.
The next day was clear, warm and beautiful – a perfect day for Jasper and Edward's wedding. Along with everyone else there, I felt their joy as they exchanged their vows, shared their first dance and mingled with the friends and family who loved them so much.
During the reception I saw them corner Kathleen and Ashton and quiet demand to know the meaning of the sparkling diamond on her left hand. A ring I had somehow managed to miss, despite having driven the three of us from Austin out to the wedding earlier and sitting with them during the ceremony and reception. As soon as I saw them talking it hit me that Ashton had walked around the entire day today with a wide grin plastered on his face, and Kathleen had a light in her eyes that made her always-lovely face almost glow. I spent so much time in my own bubble that I barely looked at the two of them, certainly not with a very observant eye, especially when they were together. But it was obvious what had happened after we went our separate ways last night: Ashton had proposed to Kathleen.
Though I had suspected for several months that this day was coming, it still felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. I watched them, listening from about fifteen feet away as Kathleen spilled the beans and then insisted that Jasper and Edward keep it to themselves. They didn't want to steal the spotlight from the newlyweds. Because she's pure class, I thought bitterly to myself. I couldn't even bring myself to dislike, much less hate, the woman with whom Ashton would spend his life. She was sweet and kind, intelligent, and a wonderful friend, and she was completely in love with him. I couldn't choose better for him.
Almost.
Shortly after Edward and Jasper left the reception, the three of us took our leave as well. I drove us back to the hotel, and though Kathleen suggested a nightcap in the hotel bar, I declined, claiming exhaustion. I encouraged the two of them to go ahead before I headed to my room.
Upstairs, I finally allowed myself to release some of the emotion I'd been holding back since the reception. I'm not a crier; I ended up doubling up a pillow and shouting into it – one loud, sustained blast. It would get me through till I could get to the gym and work out some of my disappointment and frustration on the treadmill.
What was I going to do? Ashton was my best friend and he'd asked me in the car to be his best man. I knew I would do that for him, but beyond that? I knew I needed to make some changes. I couldn't tell him I loved him – I wouldn't tell him – but I was not willing to just stand outside their little snow globe of happiness, watching them marry and have their little family and their perfect life. I could not witness that for the next twenty years.
Grimacing, I pulled a business card from my wallet. It had been given to me by an employee of a brokerage firm in Chicago. "If you're ever looking for a change," he'd said, "look me up."
Looking for a change.
I was looking for a change; one that would take me away from having a front row seat to Ashton's happiness with someone else. The question was, how big a change was I willing to make? Chicago? I hadn't lived so far east since I'd left Harvard with my Econ degree,five years ago. Could I do that now?
I wasn't sure, but I knew I wasn't going to make this decision tonight. First I'd need to find out whether anything was even available at this firm still – the economic crisis had hit hard everywhere, including Chicago. Then, maybe, I'd give it serious consideration.
I was frustrated that there was nothing I could do about it right now, being the middle of the night on a weekend. I felt restless. Sighing, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside my bed. 12:30 p.m. We hadn't stayed much beyond when Edward and Jasper had left the reception, and in my desire not to spend too much time in the car with Kathleen and Ashton, I had sped all the way back to Austin. It really wasn't that late, and despite having told my friends I was worn out, I really was not. Rather, I was seriously considering leaving the hotel again – and fighting myself on it, every step of the way.
I paced around my room, firing a series of questions at what I found myself wanting to do. Was I really considering this? Why was I considering it? Where did I think it would lead? Even if I was only thinking just another night together, what message would it send?
Because what I wanted – what I was trying to convince myself not to do – was to go to that club again, where Jacey had promised me he would wait. I wanted to go there and find him, bring him back to my hotel, and spend a good hour just kissing him; and then another hour – at least – licking and sucking and fucking worshiping his cock. And then…I groaned, sinking onto my bed, remembering what had happened in this very bed last night. And I knew the part of me that wanted Jacey would win the argument.
Which is how, forty minutes later, after a quick shower and a change of clothes, I found myself walking through the front door of Charlie's for the second night. I looked around the large room, not bothering to get a drink, because I hoped I wouldn't be staying long. Jacey would know when he saw me why I was here. He would understand that, despite my insistence that I would not be back, I had indeed come here solely to see him.
I wandered through the club a bit, trying not to be too obvious about looking for him. I was beginning to worry that I had come too late. Maybe he had, after all, believed me when I said I wouldn't be there and had decided not to come out tonight. Perhaps he showed up but went home with someone else. All these possibilities ran through my head, and I ignored the voice in my head that asked why I'd honestly care if he wasn't there. But everything was forgotten when, coming around a support beam, I spotted him about ten feet away.
He didn't see me right away, and I'd have sworn that as he stood with his back to the bar, looking out onto the dance floor, he looked like he was disappointed, almost pouting. Was it because he was looking for me and didn't see me? Or was it just that lower lip that nature had featured prominently on his face, playing on my hopes? Regardless, I was again struck by his beauty. I realized I was walking towards him only after I had already taken about three steps in his direction.
He happened to look away from my direction as I approached, so I was standing beside him before he caught me in his peripheral vision and turned to me. He gave me a look of surprise at first, then his face was immediately transformed. The petulance disappeared, and in its place was a bright, genuine smile. It was so warm that I couldn't help but respond in kind.
"Hey there," I said, sliding one hand to rest in the small of his back.
"Thought you said you wouldn't be here," he grinned, stepping closer, further into the crook of my arm.
"Plans changed," I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.
He merely nodded slowly, amusement playing around his eyes. "I'm glad you're here. I knew it was a long shot, but I hoped…"
"I'm still going home tomorrow," I said honestly. "That hasn't changed. But if you're willing, I'd really like to take you back to my hotel room," I paused and leaned in closer to murmur in his ear, "and this time, I don't want you to leave in the middle of the night."
"Mmm," he hummed, and turned his head so he could press his lips to mine. I allowed myself to melt into the kiss. Everything about him reignited the passion I'd felt for him last night – his scent, his looks, his lips and his warm body, so close to mine. He released my lips and I sucked in a sharp breath, pulling his hips closer to mine.
"I hope that was a yes," I murmured, and he smiled again, nodding.
I had taken a cab to the club, not wanting to bother with getting the rental car back out of the hotel's parking garage, so for the second night in a row Jacey and I took a cab to my hotel. I couldn't say whether the new cab driver found anything unusual about us because we barely noticed him. The whole drive back was spent making out, whispering obscenities and generally being completely absorbed in each other. Before we knew it we were at the hotel. Jacey slid out of the cab while I tossed some bills to the driver.
The night concierge recognized us and greeted us both as we made our way through the hotel lobby to the elevators. On our way up to my floor, Jacey wrapped his arms around my neck, licking and sucking gently, driving me fucking nuts. It was plain to see that his confidence level had taken an increase – perhaps that we'd been together last night, or because I came looking for him again this evening; maybe some combination of the two. Whatever the case, I loved it. I'd known the night before that he was intensely passionate – I'd seen it in the way he responded to my touches and caresses. His confidence boost didn't make him undesirable or arrogant; it just removed the insecurity and doubt that had held him back last night.
In my room we each doffed our clothes immediately, and once we had no encumbrances between us we slipped under the covers of the bed together. I groaned as I felt his long, lean naked body stretched the length of mine. I rolled on top of him immediately, determined to get that hour of kissing – or at least take a crack at it. For many long moments, our mouths were joined, our tongues dancing – sometimes a slow, gentle repartee, other times a throbbing, demanding incursion into each other. Fuck, he could kiss. And every time one of us shifted our hips, our cocks would benefit from the pressing, rubbing, shifting of our bodies.
Finally Jacey broke our kiss, pulling away so he could whisper in my ear. "Jaaack," he moaned, his voice hoarse with lust, "Jack, please fuck me. I haven't stopped thinking about your cock it since I was here last night. Fill me up, please." His voice took on a pleading tone, and fuck, I was the last person who could deny him, even in the interest of delayed gratification. I reached immediately for the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. Jacey, instead of kneeling as he'd done last night, slid the soles of his feet up the bed so his knees were in the air. He wanted me to take him on his back. I slid my lubed fingers into his tight hole and he grimaced slightly.
"Sore?" I asked.
"A little," he admitted. "You fucked me well last night." His eyes gleamed.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah," he moaned, both in answer and in gratitude as my fingers continued to work inside him, relaxing the muscle and preparing him. As I probed I leaned down to take his rigid cock into my mouth. He wasn't the only one who'd been thinking about this since he left. I hummed around him when the head of his cock was reintroduced to the back of my throat.
Unlike last night, he did not expend the effort trying to restrain his movements or subdue his response. His energies were instead directed outward, his soft vocalizations making me ache and his entire body undulating with the lust that roiled within him. I reached down to my own cock to twist my fingers around the head for a few moments, until I decided he was ready. Withdrawing my fingers and mouth from him, I snagged a condom from the nightstand and quickly put it on, slicking it with the lube.
"It's time, Jacey," I murmured, supporting my upper body with my arms so that my face hovered inches above his. "It's time for you to take my cock, deep inside your tight ass. You want that, don't you, sweet boy. You want to feel my hard cock stretching you and filling you."
Jacey's eyes were screwed shut, his face painted with anticipation and lust; and I thought I discerned some anxiety there as well. I would soon erase the anxiety. I pushed one fingertip into his ass, and then I slid the head of my cock in beside it. I began to move the finger around the circumference, sliding between my cock and his anus – the effect was at once pleasurable and mildly painful, as it stretched the muscle farther than my cock did.
"Relax, sweet boy," I whispered, instructing him to take a deep breath. When he let it out I slid my cock steadily into him, filling him with one smooth motion. My fingertip was still hooked inside him, and I slid it deeper so I could stimulate his prostate with my fingertip.
"Aaaugh," he almost wailed when I grazed the sensitive gland. His hands reached out for me, grabbing my head. He pulled my face to his and opened his mouth wide, beckoning my tongue to enter him as my cock and fingers were. I obliged willingly, sweeping his mouth; our tongues moved together passionately. I hadn't yet started to pull out of him, but my finger was still gently massaging his male g-spot, and he broke the kiss, his body shuddering as he begged me not to make him come yet.
"I want you to come for me, sweet boy," I urged him. "Don't worry, I'll make you come again." He was lost to his pleasure then, his moans becoming a high keening sound as he exploded. Fuck, he wasn't even touching his cock and he shot his load all over his belly and mine. He pulled my face to his again, kissing me, wailing into my mouth.
When he had come down from his orgasmic high, he went limp on the bed, his arms and legs collapsing beside him. His mouth hung open and his breathing came in shallow gasps. Not wanting him to lose the high, I withdrew my finger from him and lay down, placing my weight against the length of his body. I began to gently suck his nipples, alternating from one to the other. Once every thirty seconds or so, I would pull my hips up, withdrawing as far as the head of my cock before sinking into him again.
After several moments, he slid his arms under mine so he could wrap them around my waist. "Fuuuuuck," he drawled slowly, his post-orgasmic endorphins dropping him into slow motion. "It felt like you were splitting me in two…and then…I exploded," he explained simply, trying to name what he'd experienced.
"Fucking incredible, isn't it?" I murmured, and he nodded, pressing his face into my hand as it stroked his cheek.
"Thank you," he whispered, finally opening his eyes to look at me.
"The pleasure was mine," I replied.
He laughed quietly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I have to disagree with you there."
"No, it's true," I insisted. "I could watch you come over and over again - it's fucking mesmerizing."
He shifted underneath me and I could feel his cock pressing into me, still an iron bar. My own hard cock was still captured in his satin grip and when he moved it sent shocks of pleasure through me. I groaned and rested my head on his shoulder, turning my face into his neck. He pressed his hips down into the bed, causing me to withdraw slightly, then pushed back towards me. Wordlessly, he was telling me what he wanted. He was ready to fuck.
Without lifting my head from his neck I hooked my hands over his shoulders. He brought his legs up over my back, linking them together so that his ass was spread wide for me. And then we started to move, slowly grinding together. With every thrust of my hips he rose to meet me, drawing me deep inside him. I had fucked my fair share of guys in my life, but I could honestly say I had never experienced anything like what I was feeling now with Jacey. The way he responded to me brought me pleasure I didn't know existed. I could very easily become addicted to him, if I gave myself the opportunity.
I was nearing my climax and from his reactions to me, I knew he was as well. "Jacey, you make me feel so good," I moaned into his ear, my voice ragged. "I'm going to come deep in your ass soon, sweet boy. Are you going to come with me?" His arms were around my neck, and he nodded as he increased his hold on me, pulling my face deeper into his neck. Gathering all the strength I had, I pushed as deep into him as I could, and, holding there, I grunted as my orgasm exploded. Jacey's cock trapped between our stomachs throbbed and twitched as he, too, erupted in white-hot paroxysms. Our groans and cries blended together, a symphony of sexual percussion that filled the room.
For an eternity after our climax we did not move, except when I pulled out of Jacey's ass and tugged the blanket up over us. Otherwise, we remained where we were, completely spent, and there we fell asleep, enmeshed.
-o-
In the morning I ordered room service for us and we ate in bed, talking and getting to know each other a bit better. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was very intimate – just the two of us, existing inside a bubble. I'd had the presence of mind, last night, to hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door so I knew we wouldn't be interrupted by Kathleen and Ashton. As the morning passed we eventually lapsed into silence, stretched out side-by-side on the bed - not touching, but somehow still connected.
At last Jacey broke the silence. "What time do you have to be at the airport?"
"My flight leaves at four," I replied, "and I have to check out of the hotel by noon."
"I guess we probably won't see each other again," he mused slowly.
The thought of walking away today and never seeing him again caused something in me to start to ache. I didn't understand why, but I had a strong sense that if I closed this door forever I would regret it. "I'll…give you my card?" I suggested lamely. "We can keep in touch. And…if you ever come to Seattle, well…"
"Yeah," he replied, the sadness in his voice suggesting that he didn't believe he would ever find himself in Seattle. "Do you mind if I take a shower before I go?"
"Of course not, help yourself. There are clean towels on the shelf," I told him. He nodded and pushed himself off the bed, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door without a word or a look back. As he showered I moved about the room, gathering up my clothes and other items for my suitcase and preparing my carry-on bag for the trip. I wore just a pair of boxer briefs while I packed up, intending to shower after him. When he came out of the bathroom with damp hair, wearing his jeans and t-shirt, I had pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet and had it on the sideboard along with another stack of twenties for his cab fare. He eyed the card and the money then wordlessly put on his shoes.
When he was dressed he took the business card, leaving the twenties on the table. "This is for you too," I said, but he shook his head.
"No thanks," he said stiffly, to my confusion. Had I done something to offend him?
I stepped to him, sliding my arms around his waist. "Jacey," I asked, "what? Are you okay?"
"I don't want money," he said with a scowl, though he didn't look at my face.
"The money isn't for you," I replied. "It's for cab fare."
"That's a bit much for cab fare," he grumbled.
"It's a tip," I murmured, "to make sure the driver realizes he's conveying something precious. It's the same tip I gave the driver Friday night when you left."
His eyes finally snapped to mine. "You paid that much," he gaped, "in advance?"
"Like I said, I wanted to make sure the driver knew that he was carrying precious cargo." He continued to stare at me for a long moment, then threw his arms around my neck and kissed me. I kissed him back, deeply, relishing the feel of his mouth against mine. I knew I may not feel this again for a long time – maybe never. What I couldn't reconcile in my mind was how I'd become so attached to him so quickly. Was it just the sex – the fact that we had great chemistry and had spent two nights together? Or was there a possibility of something deeper?
As though reading my mind, he shook his head, saying, "This is crazy. I scared I'll never see you again, and I don't understand why I'm scared."
I stroked his face. "You have my card – use it," I urged him. "We'll stay in touch, and if there's any possibility of getting together, we'll meet somewhere – anywhere. I promise."
Silence fell upon us again – neither wanted to be the one to initiate our final separation. Eventually, though, I knew I had to get my ass in gear to get ready to return to Seattle. "I hate to say this, but…"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I know." He gave me a final squeeze and a chaste kiss on the lips, and then we released each other. He picked up the money from the sideboard and I nodded.
"Precious," I reminded him. He smiled softly, then, turning quickly to the door, he was gone.
I sighed, returning to my preparations for departure. Less than thirty seconds later, there was a knock on the door. I wondered what Jacey had forgotten, but when I opened it, instead of Jacey there stood Ashton.
"Morning," he said with a grin.
"Hey," I said. "Morning."
"Have a pleasant evening?" he continued, his face betraying nothing.
"Yeah," I replied, remembering that I'd told him I intended to go right to bed after we got home. "Uh, you know – quiet."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at me, a smile playing about his face. "Quiet? Hmm. So you and the guy who just left your room – what, did you play Scrabble all night?"
I grimaced. Busted. Ashton nodded, finally allowing himself to break into a wide grin. "Jesus, bro, you don't have to lie to me," he said. "It's not like I've never gone out and picked up a one-night stand."
"Right," I said. A one-night stand.
"So listen, I know we're not on the same flight – and you should thank your lucky stars, by the way, because Kathleen wants to talk wedding stuff, and I'm sure she would take advantage of having you captive at 39,000 feet today. Anyways – do you think you could get together with us and Rachel one night this week?"
"Rachel?" I repeated blankly.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Kathleen asked Rachel to be her maid of honor."
"Oh, right."
"At least she didn't ask Eve," he grinned, knowing I found Eve's over-the-top personality somewhat grating. An assault on the senses was my usual opinion of her.
I felt myself beginning to tense as he talked about their wedding in such concrete terms. I'd had a hell of a weekend, between travelling and finding out Ashton's news and meeting Jacey and then having to say goodbye to Jacey…I was feeling shredded, and entirely unequal to sitting around discussing fucking wedding plans.
"Yeah, sorry, man," I replied, "you know what weeknights are like for me."
"Of course," he said. "I told Kathleen I'd ask."
So this was what life would be like from now on. Ashton knew me; he knew probably better than anyone that I didn't make social plans on weeknights because of the demands of my job. Yet here he was, asking me to get together to discuss fucking wedding plans on a weeknight.
With that, the decision was made. Preservation instinct won.
"We should get together to talk, though," I said, "because I have some big changes coming up myself."
"Really? This is the weekend for it, I guess," he grinned. "What's up?"
"Well, my plans aren't definite yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm moving."
"Cool!" he said. "Are you buying a place of your own?"
"Not exactly," I said. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "I've decided I need a change. I'm leaving Seattle."
"Leaving Seattle…?" he said blankly. "Where are you going?"
"I think," I said slowly, "…Chicago."
-o-
Oh my! What will Ashton's reaction be when he finds out his best friend is moving two thousand miles away? And will Jack ever see Jacey again?
Well, my friends; this turned out to be more than just a simple outtake. I am pleased to announce that I have a spinoff featuring Jack Charles. The story is called Deep Dish, and it's right here on FF-dot-net. :) Also, I feel it bears stating that I had no idea Jack enjoyed the dirty talk so much, till I started writing this outtake! Hehe.