Warning: Serious adult content ahead. Don't read, it's not actually necessary to the plot, it's just the second half of the flashback from the last chapter.

They'd all but run down the street to get home, pulling one another and holding coats if not hands, and Dan barely had the door shut and locked before Jones was kissing him. They were short, furious kisses that didn't give Dan a chance for breath or recovery. Jones' hands were sliding up his chest, pulling and tugging at his shirt but not actually unbuttoning it, and Dan felt the giddy, frightened laughter surfacing again.

He grabbed Jones' arse, which made him moan so wantonly that Dan felt, just for a second, that he understood the younger man's obsession with sound, as it echoed into his own mouth. Jones jumped, letting Dan take his weight and carry him to the bedroom, Jones' bedroom, though they both used it now and Dan's had been turned into a storage space.

Dan usually complained about carrying Jones to the bedroom like some sort of pointy featured bride. Never that Jones was too heavy - he'd seen the kid go for two days without out food or sleep and it had been the most stressful two days of Dan's life - he didn't want to give Jones any reason to think he needed to diet. No, he just found it awkward and a bit embarrassing, like they were in some sort of terrible Romantic Comedy and there were secretly cameras hidden around the house. People in real life didn't do this sort of thing, surely.

Except that they were, and they'd reached the bed, and Jones was lowering himself carefully onto the mattress while still trying to continue the kiss, and Dan couldn't make himself let go of the skinny, strange, beautiful young man in his arms.

"Dan," Jones gasped as he began kissing down Dan's neck and hurriedly undoing buttons and belts. "I just thought you should know that I-"

He gave up on words as he finally freed Dan of his shirt and latched his mouth onto Dan's nipple instead. Dan heard himself moan, though it didn't sound like his voice - it never did - and was caught between wanting Jones to continue the beautiful torture and wanting to find out what Jones thought he should know. He let the licking and sucking continue for a whole minute before it became too much and he almost yelled in his frustration and need.

"What?"

Jones got such a shock he bit Dan's nipple just a little too hard and pulled his mouth away with a wet pop.

"What?"

"What'd'you want me to know?" Dan said in a rush, his body trembling in the aftermath of the bite.

"Oh," Jones breathed. His lips were red and wet and so swollen Dan had to hold himself back from kissing him or he'd never hear what Jones wanted to say. "I, um... I went to the chemist and um... I got... stuff."

He scrambled away across the bed and without the heat of his narrow chest Dan fell to the mattress, his whole body beating the time of his pulse. Jones returned a moment later and took the opportunity to straddle his back, laughing playfully and kissing down Dan's spine but all Dan could think about was the hard press of Jones' cock against his arse, terrifying and exciting.

And then Jones dropped the 'stuff' onto the bed and Dan took a long, hard look at the box of condoms and bottle of lube. He kept waiting for the rest of the fear to kick in, but it didn't arrive. Instead he just felt even more blood pulse into his cock, pushing it against the fly of his jeans until there was no room for fear or worry or anything other than the aching need between his legs.

He reached around and grabbed Jones' arse, pushing the younger man's erection even more firmly against him until Jones let out a whimper.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice cracked and breathy.

"Fuck, yes," Dan grunted, releasing Jones so that he could get his jeans off and relieve just a little of the pressure.

Jones helped, sliding the fabric down his legs and off his feet before removing his own clothes. He prodded Dan into the centre of the bed, stroking and kissing and biting until Dan worried he just wouldn't last long enough to get to the actual sex.

When he had him where he wanted him Jones began kissing his way down Dan's spine, slowly pressing his lips to each bump while his hands skimmed across Dan's skin, grazing it with his fingernails. The lower he went the more Dan's skin seemed to sear and Jones breathing became harsh and stuttered. Until finally Jones' hands brushed over the delicate fuzz covering Dan's arse.

"Dan?" he asked, his voice wobbly and sounding as worked up as Dan felt.

"Mmm?" he answered, not sure he trusted himself to speak, what with Jones' hands spread across his backside like they were.

"D'you mind if I don't, um..." Dan could hear Jones' gulp and was obscenely glad that he was on his front and didn't have to make eye contact right now. "I mean I love kissin' you, an all... but... d'you mind if I don't..."

"Jones," he replied softly, trying to sound confident and not just as petrified as the man kneeling between his legs. "If you dare try and stick your tongue up my arse I will kick you out of this bed. That's a promise."

Jones' laugh in response to that was nearly hysterical but he planted a big, silly kiss on Dan's left arse cheek which made Dan laugh too, and then the tension was gone again, and Jones was moving one of his hands in a slow circle over Dan's coccyx while his other hand fiddled about with things that Dan didn't really want to think about but knew he'd have to in a minute.

There was a loud snap as the cap on the bottle of lube opened which made both men jump but Jones kept moving his hand slowly, calming them both as he squeezed a drizzle of lube between Dan's cheeks. It was cold, and his immediate reaction was to clench his muscles, but he took a deep breath instead. He was going to be fine. Jones would jump out of a window before hurting Dan - and Dan would do the same for him - they were safe and they cared about one another, and it was already starting to feel good.

Jones squeezed more of the thick gel onto the fingers of one hand and slowly let them slide down along the crease of Dan's arse whilst the other came to rest gently on his thigh. He wasn't trying to do anything really, just letting his fingers travel up and down, brushing against Dan's puckered hole but not trying to push in. It felt really good now. Dan hadn't expected to feel so sensitive, or that he'd be quite this keen for Jones to move things along, but Jones' fingers, delicate yet calloused from his work, were sending tiny thrills up through his body and he wanted more.

He spread his legs a little wider and tilted his hips, hoping that Jones would get the message, and was rewarded with a faint gasp. Jones began to circle his pointer finger around Dan's hole - round and round and round and tap - round and round and round and tap - like he was discovering a new beat, and Dan began to feel like he couldn't breathe. His cock was hard and leaking, trapped against the bed and making his pubic hair wet with precome yet Jones didn't seem to notice that he was sending his boyfriend insane, he'd discovered a rhythm he liked, a sensation that he was enjoying, and Dan dug his fingers into the duvet and tried to just let him get on with it.

He didn't even hear the snap of the lid this time, and when more lube began to trickle down over Jones' finger to coat his entrance, it didn't feel so cold anymore. Jones let it trail down to Dan's testicles, already tight to his body, and ran his hand from the dimple at the top of Dan's arse all the way down to cup Dan's balls before returning to the maddening rhythm of - round and round and round and ... tap.

Except that the next time he did it, Jones tapped twice. Dan tilted his hips as much as he could and huffed out a sigh as he felt the very tip of Jones' pointer finger press inside him. He hadn't pressed in further than his fingernail, or at least that's how it felt to Dan, it was hard to tell, and Jones sat still, his own breathing uneven. Dan could feel Jones' gaze on him, intense as he memorized the scene, and it gave Dan a moment as well, to realise just how good that pressure felt, and how much he wanted to feel more. Except that Jones still wasn't moving.

Dan let his hips rock, ever so slightly and made a sound that was part sigh and part moan at the feeling of his body moving against Jones' finger. He heard Jones squeeze the lube bottle again and let out an almost silent laugh as he felt more gel land right at the point where Jones' finger met his body. He stopped laughing quickly though as Jones removed his finger carefully, coated it more thickly in lubricant, and then pushed back in.

This time the finger went in further and Dan felt a slight burn as it hit the second ring of muscle just past the first, but as soon as Jones' finger slipped through, the discomfort was gone and Dan realised he'd begun to pant. Again Jones stopped, not moving his finger and just letting them both get used to the sensation, but this time Dan could feel the knuckles of Jones' other fingers pressing around his entrance and knew that Jones' finger was all the way in. Jones used his other hand to carefully spread Dan's cheeks a little, huffing out a little moan of his own at the sight.

"God, Dan," he purred. "I wish you could see how sexy you look."

Dan tightened his hold on the duvet, even though his hands were starting to cramp and sweat, as he heard the wet sound of Jones licking his lips.

"I think I can live without seeing a close-up of my own arse," he mumbled and Jones' answering chuckle made his shoulders move, which sent vibrations down to his finger, held so snuggly in Dan's arse.

Dan's moan was a lot more definite this time and Jones obliged him by beginning to move his finger in slow circles, pressing against Dan's delicate flesh and making him twitch and gasp. He leisurely began to thrust, after what seemed to Dan like hours, removing his finger only by a knuckle and then pushing back in gently until Dan thought he was going to burst. His whole body was fizzing, but especially around his entrance, and when Jones began to remove his finger again Dan tried to follow it with his hips, only to receive a bite to his arse cheek and a giggle from Jones.

The younger man again drizzled lubricant over Dan's hole, and he moaned at how slowly they were going, even though the tiny part of his brain that hadn't short-circuited at Jones' touch told him that going slow was in both their best interests. He felt two fingers swirling around his hole, slightly less puckered and closed now, and let out a groan that he hoped Jones would interpret correctly. Jones was good with sounds, and if he didn't understand that Dan wanted those fingers in him, and fast, then there was something wrong with his ears.

When they did slide in Dan felt his body buck against the bed completely independent of his mind. Every nerve felt so electrified that he felt sure that he wouldn't have been able to climb off the bed even if he'd wanted to, and even though there was that same burn as the rings of muscles around his entrance stretched, the overall feeling of those digits sliding deep inside him felt like what he'd always wanted, even if he hadn't been aware of it.

When he'd said he wanted to bottom he'd mostly been putting Jones at his ease and trying to show that he trusted and loved Jones, that there was no need to be so worried, but he couldn't deny that he'd thought about it. The reality though, was so much more intense and enjoyable than he'd imagined, and he urged Jones on by rocking his hips until the two fingers were as far in as they could go.

Jones circled his fingers again, taking his time, and Dan wondered if the other man had his eyes open to see the view, or closed to better imagine what his fingers were doing. Jones' circling began to intensify as he found where the muscle gave more, and he wriggled his fingers downwards until they tapped against something that made Dan gasp and buck against the bed once more.

"I heard that's good," Jones whispered and Dan could hear the pleased smirk in his words but couldn't make his mouth work to give a reply.

He lay there instead as Jones rubbed his fingers against his prostate, trying different patterns and rhythms until Dan realised that he felt like he was about to come. He'd forgotten about his cock and pressed his hips against the mattress as if reminding himself it was there. Strangely he didn't feel like he was that close - he didn't feel ready to come in that sense - but the feeling that Jones' fingers was producing made him want to. His body was shaking and he needed to get things moving.

"Jones," he breathed haltingly. "Please, Jones? I think I'm ready, I-"

His face was burning red but Jones leaned forward to kiss his back, pushing the fingers impossibly deeper and more firmly against Dan's prostate so that he forgot why he was embarrassed.

"I think I like it when you beg," Jones whispered, swollen lips dragging against his skin, and then Dan felt Jones' wet, throbbing length pushing against his inner thigh and decided it was best to do whatever Jones liked.

"Please... come inside me?" he stuttered as Jones began to thrust his fingers in and out more quickly. "Please... fuck me?"

Jones let out a low growl like Dan had never heard before and then bit down on Dan's hip, sucking a love bite right where Dan would be able to feel it against the waistband of his jeans tomorrow. His fingers pushed and stretched Dan more forcefully now but the results were entirely positive and Dan felt his cock begin to harden even more until it was painfully full and aching against his abdomen.

When Jones finally sat up, pulling his fingers out almost too carefully Dan did his best to stay still and calm. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jones open a condom like he'd never seen one before. His eyes were large and his pupils so wide there was only a thin rim of blue around the black. He looked young, certainly too young for his press age, but Dan no longer felt like he was taking advantage of a naive boy, Jones was a young adult. And one glance down as Jones began to roll the thin latex sheath over his large, and very erect, cock reminded him that the person he was about to have sex with was very much a man.

Jones grabbed up the lube bottle and squeezed some over his dick, slicking it over and biting his lip at the sensation. His cheeks were flushed again, the blush going all the way down to his chest and Dan could see his ribs as he breathed hard, trying to stay calm. And then Jones poured yet more lube over his hole and Dan buried his face into the pillow.

His entrance was actually throbbing now and Jones' excessive use of lubricant would have been funny if he weren't probing Dan with three fingers, pressing just inside the first barrier to stretch and wriggle, sliding in and out with delicious ease.

And then the fingers moved back, holding him open while Jones' cock pressed against him. Dan had never felt so exposed. Jones was spreading his arse cheeks and rubbing his cock against Dan's desperate entrance, all the while drinking in the sight of him: open and needy and his. All his.

Jones rubbed the head of his cock against Dan a few more times before sliding his thumbs down to Dan's entrance to guide himself inside. The head slipped inside so easily that Jones gasped and Dan canted his hips upwards in response, urging it deeper.

They worked together, slowly but not hesitantly, until Dan could feel the damp tickle of Jones' wiry pubic hair against his skin, and knew he was completely filled. He'd never felt so properly filled in his life. He felt as though he was on fire, his whole body buzzing and fizzing like a droplet of water on a hot stovetop, but it was good and he wanted more of it.

The ridge on the head of Jones' cock was pressing against his prostate and he curiously circled his hips, only to be overtaken with a spasm of pleasure as his prostate was rubbed and he felt even more clearly just how much Jones was inside him. He began to move his hips in tiny rocking motions and Jones soon seemed to realise that he should be moving too, and began to press into him. He kept his thrusts small at first but soon built up speed and gripped Dan's hips hard enough to bruise each time he pulled out until only his head was inside Dan, rolling his hips to make Dan moan, before plunging back in.

"Oh, fuck, Dan!" he whispered above the sound of their skin, tacky with lube and sweat, slapping together over and over. "You look... you feel... I can't even-"

Dan didn't get to hear the rest of Jones' barely coherent thought as the younger man pressed his whole body against Dan's back and slipped a hand down to wrap around Dan's aching erection.

"Oh!" Dan gasped as Jones squeezed and his hips jolted fiercely. Suddenly it was all too much. He was on his knees with his face in a pillow, being fucked so hard and so well he couldn't breathe or see or think, and he'd never expected this but now he didn't want it to ever stop.

But then Jones stroked his hand up and over the head of Dan's penis while his own dick pushed hard against his prostate and Dan couldn't do anything except let his orgasm hit him and drown him, like a wave at the beach, pulling him under so he didn't know which way was up or where to swim for.

His muscles tightened around Jones with such force that it actually hurt and he felt Jones' face against the small of his back, crying out as he was caught up in the sensation and hit by his own, intense orgasm. Even through the condom he could feel the pulsing of Jones' cock as he came and his body shuddered at the sensation, trying to calm itself but still being shaken by Jones' moving inside him, and the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of his life.

When Jones' hips finally stopped moving they both stayed as they were, unable to move even though Dan's legs were shaking with exhaustion from all that they'd done and having Jones draped over his back. The pillow beneath him was damp, mostly from spit but from tears too, and his back, where Jones' face was pressed into him, was equally wet.

After several long minutes of silence Jones began to shuffle backwards and Dan winced as Jones pulled out, holding the condom in place on his penis so that it didn't get left behind. The mattress dipped as Jones sat and removed the used condom and Dan could hear the rubbery sounds as Jones tied off the end. When Jones stood up and put the used johnny in the bin in the corner Dan tried to talk his body into moving but couldn't and it wasn't until Jones walked back over and ran his hand down Dan's side that his knees collapsed and he fell back onto the bed with a groan, cringing when he realised he was lying in his own come.

"Was that..." Jones hesitated, and Dan peered up as Jones began to fidget, trying to cover his nakedness with his hands.

"It was amazing," Dan told him. "And now you need to come here and hold me until my heart stops trying to climb out of my body via my mouth."

Jones jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms and legs around Dan in a sticky, tangled mess and pressed a kiss to Dan's chest.

"We should probably have a shower," he mumbled sleepily, pressing his face against Dan so that he could feel Jones wide grin. "We smell like... The Sex. And arse."

Dan chuckled and kissed the top of Jones' head, feeling sleep dragging him inevitably and blissfully down. In fact, he was right on the brink of nothingness, and thought Jones was already there, when he heard the younger man sigh happily.

"Thanks, Dan. Thank you."

And they'd both fallen asleep - a rare occurrence in the House of Jones - so satisfied and dreamily content that neither could even remember what fear felt like.