Ch. 5
This was it, Jack's only chance. He'd sent Shawn to go get him a DVD to watch a while ago. Just long enough to make a phone call and pray Eric was at home. He dialed the number, all the while watching the door half expecting Shawn to come bursting through. "Hello?"
Jack coughed. "Hi, Morgan. Jack. Can you get Eric please?" He was hoping she wouldn't take her time to ask questions.
"Oh, hey Jack. How are you?" She asked, but Jack was patient because he heard the sounds of creaking stairs in the background.
"Great. Way better. How have you been? Any cute boys to hide from your parents?" He teased.
She giggled and Jack distantly heard her knocking on a door. "Nope. I'm going after men now. I'm older and more mature." A pause. "Hey, idiot-face: phone. Bye Jack, hope you're better."
Shuffling before Eric's drowsy voice was sounding over the line. "Hello." Jack frowned, still watching the door. He didn't sound too good.
"Eric? Are you okay? You sound horrible."
"Jack?" His voice instantly perked up and Jack smiled on his end. "Hey, what's up?"
Now or never. "Hey, listen. I need you to do something for me."
More shuffling and Jack could just imagine Eric wedging the phone between his shoulder and cheek. "What? Anything? Are you okay?" His tone was very serious now.
"Yeah, fine. I'm great. I need you to wait until ten o'clock and then come to the hospital."
"Jack." He sounded hesitant but Jack figured he didn't flat out say 'no'. "I'm not going to bust you out or anything. Shawn would kill me and he already hates me."
"He does not. And that's not what I'm asking. I just want to talk to you. We didn't get a chance to do that yesterday."
"But we're talking now. Why do you-"
"I need to see you."
Silence. "Okay." The fortitude in his tone only made it more evident that Eric really would do anything for him. Jack wondered why that thought didn't scare him at all.
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"Oh, God." Jack moaned and arched his back to distance his flushed skin away from the cold leather of the couch. Eric dropped his head and put his thigh between them. He bit the moist skin of Jack's neck and continued grinding his weight into Jack, lost in the friction. He was struggling to keep his eyes open to watch how beautiful Jack's face looked when his head was thrown back in pleasure. This was how he loved Jack. Shivering, shaking and swearing enough to make even Shawn blush. Eric trailed through Jack's coarse hair with the underside of his tongue, only to further tease Jack by coming up again and tonguing the tender skin on his stomach.
"Wanna play a game?" Eric asked between licks and torturous kisses. He bet he could make Jack come without even getting to the main course of action. A sense of power and control washed over him as he watched Jack's rolling and rising movements. "I can spell out words with my tongue and you can guess what I'm spelling."
Jack groaned and started running his long, thin fingers through Eric's sweaty hair. "Oh… if they aren't 'suck me' or anything similar…" His breath hitched as Eric nipped at his left nipple. "I really don't give a shit Eric." Eric snorted and Jack laughed along breathlessly for a moment before his laughter was quickly lost in Eric's mouth. He swiped his tongue in Jack's mouth and he dropped down again.
Jack was sure he was lying on top of the remote and possibly Eric's wallet but he could ignore it because Eric's hands were unbuttoning his jeans. Jack tried to swallow the urge to beg but Eric was enjoying torturing him a little too much.
Eric had Jack flushed and moaning underneath him, his sweaty chest sticking to his. He saw the signs of Jack overworking himself earlier and knew he had to do something. Trying to pull him away hadn't done anything so he pushed all of Jack's books to the floor and lifted the small man onto the table. Eric seemed to literally pull all the protests from Jack's mouth and soon they were grinding their hips together in desperate friction before Jack complained about the awkward angle.
They eventually moved to the couch where Eric resumed teasing the hell out of him. More than the desperate attempts to pull Eric's body tighter against his, Eric could see clearly the adoration in Jack's unnaturally bright eyes. Maybe that's what made Eric eventually give in.
Jack sighed in relief when Eric's hand finally wrapped around him, tight and hot. He tightly fisted Jack, loving the small sounds he made in the back of his throat. "Like that?"
Jack let out a long guttural moan and muttered, "So good." Which was amusing but Eric knew he could get a better response. He let Jack thrust a few more times before ducking his head down. Stretching out, Eric raked his nails down Jack's sides hard enough to feel but not hard enough to hurt and took advantage of Jack's rising hips and took Jack into his mouth. Jack's body arched trying to burrow deeper into that gratifying heat as Jack tried to shove his fist in his mouth as he cried out but Eric slapped his hand away. He could feel his own erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans and he moaned, the vibrations making Jack's breath hitch once more. God, this felt good. If he could just placate Jack with sex all the time, he would die happy.
He pulled back, momentarily distracted by Jack's desperate thrusts into his hand; Eric could tell he was close.
He'd only ever done this once before but he didn't enjoy it. It was awkward and Eric had been drunk at the time. He never told Jack about it but Eric was sure that the experience helped him realize he was attracted to Jack. He'd spent weeks wondering why sex with another guy made him think about Jack more.
Eric lowered his mouth again, listening as Jack moaned low and deep, the sound making Eric shiver so much that he closed his eyes as Jack's thighs started to quiver. Eric gripped his bucking hips and swallowed again all the while unbuttoning his own jeans and working a hand inside. Jack was moaning freely now and tossing his head in between muttering that sounded like he was saying 'fuck' and 'Eric' over and over again.
Jack was certain he was actually seeing stars. "Fuck, Eric, I'm going to-" He expected Eric to move but he swallowed once more and Jack didn't care anymore. He grunted and came thrusting into Eric's mouth, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight. He let Jack ride it out before he returned to his own erection. Jack felt Eric's soft hair tickling his skin gently as he moaned, biting down on the slick skin of Jack's left hip. Jack pulled Eric up and kissed him briefly before nipping at the goose-pimpled flesh of his neck and slapping Eric's hand away.
"Jack." Eric's need to come sounded loud and clear and Jack, never one to tease. He tugged Eric's head back by his hair to see his face. He kept coming back to his face as he kissed and bit the skin on Eric's neck. Eric groaned and Jack was kissing him, swallowing all of his whimpers as he shuddered and came. Jack pressed his lips to his forehead as they tried to catch their breath.
Jack opened his eyes to see Eric watching him with an amused expression. "Tired?" Jack nodded. "Good. You need the sleep." He made to get off the couch but Jack reached out. He smiled again and lay back on top of Jack's half naked body. He could ignore the way their skin stuck together if Jack could. And when Jack closed his eyes and fell asleep, Eric laid there trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of his chest telling him that he had to memorize this feeling. Because he just may never feel Jack in his arms this way again.
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Eric woke up with tears in his eyes. It was the first time in a long time he'd had a dream like that. He was glad Cory wasn't here to wake up him. He didn't know if he'd be able to handle the embarrassment. He got up to take a cold shower because he didn't want his mind to come back to what life with Jack had been like. He couldn't deal with that right now.
He had an hour before he was supposed to sneak into Jack's room at the hospital. He had told his parents he was going out with one of his friends from college and they'd been so happy that he was finally getting 'better' they didn't try to pick apart his lie. He'd bribed Morgan into not telling his parents that Jack had called earlier. He made sure no one would be able to keep him from going.
When he opened the closet to get dressed, he still grazed the plastic casing with quivering fingers.
Jack had almost fallen asleep when he heard the door click. Eric quietly shut the door behind him and glanced through the blinded window. When he was satisfied he finally took the time to notice Jack. "Hey."
"Hey." Jack rubbed his eyes sleepily. He tried to sit up and bit his lip at the stiffness in his back. Eric rushed over, holding his hand out to make him lean back.
"Careful." He ran a hand through his blonde hair and Jack smiled sadly. He needed the comfort to know that some things hadn't changed. He didn't like the new frown lines or the shadows under Eric's eyes but his nervous habits remained the same. "Maybe you should sleep. I can come back later." He pulled the sheets over Jack again and made to move away when Jack reached for him. His arms were still sore to move but he managed to get Eric's attention.
"Stay." Eric looked unsure, glancing at the door again. "Please." He pleaded that Eric would do this.
"I promised." He grinned and Jack saw a bit of the mischief return to his eyes. He carefully maneuvered his body on the bed. Close to Jack but not enough to misplace anything. He gingerly got an arm around Jack's shoulders and Jack let his head fall on Eric's chest. Maybe if he concentrated really hard on the smell of Eric's soap and the rise and fall of his chest, he could wake up back in bed in their apartment. If he just tried hard enough.
He was halfway asleep when he felt Eric place a kiss gently in his hair. He smiled and started to drift off when he felt warm water drops on his forehead and settling into his hair. Blinking, he drowsily sat up to see Eric covering his mouth tightly as if he could somehow force the tears back inside. He didn't know what to say. He never seemed to know what to say anymore.
Apparently Eric didn't need words. He just held Jack tighter and eventually the shaking stopped. Jack couldn't tell who was meant to be getting better.
Jack woke at the feeling of warm breath misting over his neck. Eric shifted and his face came into view. Jack smiled and pet his hair gently. He'd meant to use last night to get answers but Eric was right, he really needed the sleep. He started to get into a more comfortable position when the door opened. He froze, watching the day nurse scan her eyes over Eric.
"I should report this. Your brother specifically told me to keep him away from you." Jack silently pleaded she wouldn't say anything. Unconsciously, his body shifted in a protective fashion over Eric's slumbering body. "But it's not like I've been listening to those orders anyway. He's been visiting you almost every other day. While you were sleeping, mind you." She eyed Eric's slowly waking form. "I didn't have the heart to turn him down."
Eric yawned, noticing the nurse. "Hey, Liv. How are ya?"
"In trouble. You should leave… pretty soon, actually. Physical therapy at nine and Shawn always shows up at eight. You've got about fifteen minutes."
Eric nodded glumly and set about making sure no traces of his presence could be found. He bent down to kiss Jack's forehead and quietly slipped out of the room. It was only as Jack settled back in bed that he remembered why he'd called Eric in the first place.