the way my cock was growing harder between us, between the way my fingers on Jack’s shoulders were growing slick with sweat. And as Jack thrust inside me again, I finally felt something crumble inside, a reserve of willpower breaking down, my cock spurting my come before I’d even had a chance to process what was happening.
And at that same moment, I knew that Jack was coming too, his hips moving against me with a final thrust, as he deepened our kiss, as his chest soon crashed into my own.
“I might have to tap into my 401K.”
“What?”
“To finish fixing up the cabin,” Jack said, staring over at me from his side of the bed. There’d been a few moments of silence between us after we’d finished enjoying each other, both of us quietly catching our breath. “I don’t know. Maybe if I pull half of what I need from savings, and half from my 401K—” Jack stopped himself short as he eyed me again. “Do you have one of those?”
“A savings account?” I lightly chuckled. “Doesn’t everybody?”
“No, a 401K.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe?” Jack repeated, shaking his head while he spoke. “What do you mean? You never talked to your employer about benefits?”
“I talked to my employer about benefits,” I replied. “I just… don’t remember everything they said. I just figured I’d handle it when I got a little older.”
“A little older? Like what? Forty-five?” Jack playfully rolled his eyes. “You should really keep a better eye on stuff like that, Austin. It’ll matter, sooner than you think.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I just… try not to think about it, I guess.”
“Why not?”
“Because staring at a bunch of numbers and trying to piece everything together doesn’t exactly appeal to me.”
“Sure, but staring at those numbers has the possibility to change the whole trajectory of your life.” Jack shrugged. “Better to be safe than sorry.”
“Thanks. I’ll look into it.” My voice was deadpan.
Ugh.
Talking about 401Ks and work benefits? Right after sex?
I didn’t know how to tell Jack that there wasn’t anything less tantalizing in the whole world. And even though I knew that Jack had a point about me looking into my benefits at work, I also knew that there was no way his mind could’ve been on fixing up the cabin after the way he’d just fucked me, not unless it just wasn’t that special to him.
Not unless he’d fucked someone else just like that, a million times before.
And maybe he had.
I grimaced to myself as the possibility sank in. I wasn’t bothered by the age difference between us, not in the same way that Jack seemed to be bothered by it when he’d first brought it up.
But moments like this reminded me of the gap. Whereas I felt like I was still recovering from one of the best nights of my life, Jack had already moved on, his mind clearly focused on his future cabin rental business, probably already thinking about what he was going to have for breakfast tomorrow, too.
Because even though I was the first guy that Jack had ever hooked up with, nothing else about this was new to him. And as Jack started to speak to me again, swinging the conversation back around to whether he should pull cash out of his 401K or his savings account, that same sinking feeling returned, now making its way down to my stomach.
I’m not special to Jack, am I?
Not even if he made me feel like the most precious thing in the world. Not even if he treated me like a glass vase. I was just another body to him, another person to explore as he waited to board the plane right out of town.
“Hey, are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Jack chuckled as he lightly nudged me in the shoulder. “Try to stay with me, okay?”
“I’m with you,” I replied, my eyes turning up toward the ceiling as I grappled with why the thought of not being special to Jack made something clench inside my chest.
11
Jack
“Are you sure this is the way to the cabin?” I called out as I followed Austin up yet another trail. It felt like we’d been walking for at least an hour, hiking our way up the side of a mountain. I’d invited Austin on a trip to check out the cabin on the Bed & Breakfast property, wanting to see for myself what it looked like after all these years.
I also wanted another excuse to hang out with Austin.
I’d been doing more of that lately,