all the times he’d thought about kissing Jack, not once did he imagine this kind of erotic charge to come from such an unassuming guy.
Their panting breaths filled the air as their kisses grew desperate and the heat flooded down south. An image of Jack’s hands all over Fitz’s naked skin invaded his thoughts, and Fitz pulled back abruptly.
“Wow. I… wow,” Jack said, his voice low and breathy.
Fitz nodded his agreement, his laugh coming out labored. That had been… pretty fucking amazing.
“I should… um…” Jack pointed in the direction of the hall that led to the front door. Fitz nodded, and then he was all over Jack again, their mouths coming together as if they’d been long-lost lovers finally reunited.
Kissing Jack had been a mistake. A huge mistake. He knew better than this. His emotions were all over the place. First finding out about last night, then the photos, followed by the oh-so not pleasant memories of his asshole ex. He wasn’t thinking clearly, or so he kept trying to tell himself. Who was he fooling? Right at this moment with his tongue in Jack’s mouth and his hands on Jack’s delicious ass, he was thinking exceptionally clearly.
How many times had he thought about kissing Jack? What the hell made him think one kiss would be enough? That he’d be able to walk away? The more Jack kissed him, the hungrier Fitz grew. He couldn’t get enough, his skin was too tight, and a fervent need had him practically vibrating from how much he wanted Jack.
Fitz wasn’t about to give any thought to how he was practically climbing Jack. So much so that Jack firmly gripped Fitz’s waist and lifted him like he didn’t weigh a thing. He walked them over to the couch and sat down, with Fitz straddling his lap, nothing but the thin cotton of Fitz’s yoga pants and Jack’s jeans between them.
With his arms wrapped around Jack’s neck, Fitz plastered his body to Jack’s and kissed him greedily. He loved kissing, but he was quickly discovering how much he loved kissing Jack. Despite the fervor, Jack was gentle, which was the first thing Fitz noticed. He was also adorably uncertain and almost shy, which Fitz would never have thought to associate with anyone with as much life experience as Jack. The guy had traveled all over the world serving his country. Fitz couldn’t begin to imagine everything he’d seen and done. And yet he treated Fitz as if he were something precious—not fragile but precious—as if he were afraid Fitz might wake up any moment and realize who he was with, as if that knowledge wasn’t the exact reason Fitz wanted him.
Jack’s hands gingerly roamed Fitz’s body, his fingers slipping underneath his shirt, tentatively stroking his sides as if waiting for Fitz to stop him. Silly man. Fitz didn’t want to stop him; he wanted more. He rolled his hips, making Jack release a deep rumbling groan filled with so much obvious desire that Fitz shivered. Reaching between them, he moaned into Jack’s mouth at the feel of Jack’s hard erection straining against his pants.
“Oh God.” Jack sucked in a sharp breath, his head falling back against the couch, eyes closed.
“Jack…”
“Yes. Whatever you want. Anything.” Jack opened his eyes, his intense silver gaze locked on Fitz, who had no intention of unpacking all the emotions and unspoken words in that gaze.
Unable to bring himself to reply, Fitz scrambled to unbutton Jack’s pants. He slipped his hand beneath Jack’s underwear and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Whoever said size wasn’t everything clearly had never had their hands on Jack. With a whimper, Fitz pushed the elastic waistband of his yoga pants down. They were both rock-hard, their rosy tips leaking precome, which Fitz used to ease the friction as he jerked them both off.
“Fuuuck.” Jack sat forward suddenly, making Fitz gasp. He thrilled Fitz by wrapping an arm around his waist as he rolled them onto the couch, Fitz beneath him. He was strong, so much stronger than he looked. Their lips once again found each other, and Jack thrust into Fitz’s hand over and over.
“Yes,” Fitz said with a gasp, his toes curling and his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head from how damn good it felt, at least until Jack started kissing his neck. Then he was on the verge of coming right then. “Don’t stop.”
Jack propped himself on his elbows, one to each side of Fitz’s head, his fingers slipping