I can do this.
Jack gives good blow jobs. He's been told as much by pretty much every guy he's given one to. So what's with this sudden spike of nerves?
Just start, Jack tells himself, and with a leap of courage he wraps a hand around the base of Pitch's cock. The skin is so hot, he's so hard; Jack bites his lip as want barrels through him, squeezing his throat and rattling around in his ribcage before diving lower. Pitch gives an mmm, either approval or pleasure. Maybe both. It will be both, Jack tells himself, and leans forward to lap at the head of Pitch's cock. He looks up at the same time to see Pitch's eyes widen as he sucks in a sharp breath.
It's a good start, Jack decides, and continues to lap at the head, getting it slick before sliding his lips down it. He looks up again and Pitch is looking down at him, a half-grin curving his lips. Whether he likes what he sees or just the feel of it, Jack's not sure, but he keeps at it, glancing up frequently to see Pitch still watching him, entranced. Jack's heart starts to race. He loves the attention; always has. He makes a show of it; reaches down to his own cock where it's trapped in his jeans still and squeezes. His moan is muffled by Pitch's cock in his mouth, and so is the next one when Pitch pulls his hair.
Jack pulls back, gasping, and Pitch lets go instantly.
"I'm sorry, Jack-"
"No, no. It's good. It's all good. I just – I really like that." He licks his lips and grins up at Pitch, feeling a little embarrassed. "The hair pulling thing – I guess you could say that it's one of my kinks."
Pitch raises an eyebrow and then reaches for Jack's hair again. He pauses, waits for Jack's nod. When he gets it, he tugs and Jack whines, shivering, reaching for Pitch's hip without thinking about it.
"Interesting," Pitch says, and shifts to stroke Jack's hair instead. "I'll remember that. I daresay we could have all kinds of fun with it."
"I daresay you're right. But I was kind of in the middle of something."
"Oh, I do apologise for taking you away from your important task," Pitch says with a laugh, and gives Jack a fond smile that makes his heart hurt, just a little.
Jack starts again, throwing himself into it before he can do something stupid like start overthinking things. He licks Pitch's cock eagerly, making the whole shaft slick before taking the head into his mouth. He likes that, the weight of it on his tongue. That's one of his favourite things about giving head, but the the thing he likes best is deep-throating. It took a lot of practice to get good at it, and it drives most guys crazy. Pitch would be one of those guys, Jack thinks; the kind of guy that would get off on seeing Jack take all of him. Probably even fucking his mouth. Yeah. Yeah, Pitch would definitely like that.
Squeezing his own throbbing cock, a silent promise of later, Jack starts to slide his lips down Pitch's cock. Slowly he takes more and more, inch by inch, until it hits the back of his throat.
He glances up to Pitch grinning, though he's open-mouthed and breathing hard.
"God, Jack. You really do love this, don't you? And you're good at it. Fuck," he adds breathlessly as Jack starts to move, thrusting his mouth onto Pitch's cock. Pitch rests his hands in Jack's hair but doesn't do any more than that. It occurs to Jack amid the haze of horniness that Pitch is being respectful; Jack's said he wants to concentrate on what he's doing, and Pitch is respecting that. That's kind of hot, Jack thinks, and squeezes his cock through his jeans again, just once, before giving his all to the blowjob, deep-throating Pitch again, again, closing his eyes because seeing Pitch looking at him like that is just too much-
And then Pitch is coming, right in Jack's mouth and the feel and taste and the knowledge that he's made Pitch come in a matter of minutes is almost too much.
The only sound in the room is Pitch's harsh breathing, rapid-pace gasps that start to deepen and slow as he strokes Jack's hair. Jack stays where he is, on his knees. He digs his nails into his palms, anything to take his mind off it, cool him down.
"I wasn't planning for that to happen quite so quickly," Pitch says after a moment, still breathing hard. He runs a hand through his hair and then looks measuringly down at Jack. "Are you alright, Jack?"
"Yeah." Honestly, he's a little nervous. Now that he has nothing to concentrate on he feels a little anchorless. He reaches for Pitch's hip again, and the touch helps. Pitch is real, he's here. He's not going anywhere, he honestly cares about Jack. It's all okay. "Yeah," he says again, more confident this time. "Green."
"Wonderful. Now, what to do with you?"
"What do you want to do with me?"
Pitch laughs, delighted. "Oh Jack. It'd be quicker to ask me what I don't want to do with you. One of the things I love best is making my partners come." A hungry wolf grin. "As much as possible. In as many ways as possible and as many times as possible. Until they physically can't any more. How much do you think you can take, Jack?"
"As much as you're willing to give." Jack looks into Pitch's eyes, unflinching. He'll take everything, anything. A matter of proving himself; a matter of offering himself. Whatever Pitch wants, he'll take it.
Another pause, and then Pitch reaches down, tugging on Jack's shirt until he gets to his feet and then pushing him towards the bed.
"Whatever we're doing, lets do it lying down. I'm bloody knackered now." He pushes Jack onto his back and climbs on top of him. The weight of him makes Jack moan, and he digs his nails into Pitch's skin. He's too hard for this, too turned on. His thoughts are restless birds, constantly escaping him. All he can be certain of is that he's incredibly turned on and that he needs release. "I can feel how hard you are. Do you want me to make you come, Jack?" Jack nods, maybe a little too eagerly. "Tell me, Jack. Say it."
"I want you to make me come. Please. Pretty please." Jack flashes a cheeky grin, more to hide the depths of his need that anything else; but it summons a smile from Pitch as well.
"Oh well, since you're begging so nicely... How about I finger you? Can you come just from that, Jack?"