Jack pounded into him, their bodies coming together in hard thrusts, the slick sounds obscene and glorious. Fitz moaned at the gentle ache from Jack’s fist around his hair. He grabbed on to the chair for dear life as Jack drove into him over and over. His angle changed suddenly, and Fitz shouted Jack’s name, stars dancing in front of his eyes as Jack’s thrusts stroked his prostate. The rolling waves of pleasure that pulsed through his body exploded as his orgasm thundered through him. He reached back to dig his nails into Jack’s thighs.
“I’m going to come,” Fitz called out.
Jack’s thrusts grew erratic, his curses filling the air as he rode Fitz quick and hard. His hoarse cry filled the air as the heat of Jack’s come filled the condom. Fitz shook from his release. He hadn’t even touched himself. Jack jerked his hips a few more times before collapsing onto Fitz’s back, his panting breath joining Fitz’s. They lay plastered to each other, the windows fogged up from the heat and sex. Their bodies dripped with sweat, and Fitz wished he’d remembered to ask Jack to turn on the AC.
“You okay?” Jack asked quietly, his lips next to Fitz’s ear.
Fitz hummed, eyes closed. “I don’t know about my hair, but I’m great.”
“You’re beautiful, like always.” Jack nuzzled his temple, and Fitz sighed happily. He was blissed out. His entire body ached, his ass was sore, but he couldn’t remember feeling this good in a very long time.
Carefully, Jack pulled out. Fitz heard him moving around behind him before something cool touched his ass and he jumped.
“It’s okay. Just a wet wipe.”
Fitz couldn’t remember any of his previous bedmates taking the time to clean him up. The gesture was so intimate, which was funny considering they’d just had sex. He was so relaxed under Jack’s care, he almost fell asleep.
“Sleeping in the chair would be a lot more comfortable,” Jack said with a chuckle.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Fitz sat back on his heels and got up with Jack’s help.
“Don’t be. I like that you feel so relaxed with me.” Jack handed Fitz his clothes, and they both got dressed. Jack cleaned up the cabin and the chair Fitz had come on.
“Sorry,” Fitz said, cringing. “I bet that’s expensive.”
Jack shrugged. “It’s a chair.” He sat and brought Fitz down onto his lap, kissing him. “You are far more important.”
Fitz melted against Jack and laid his head on Jack’s shoulder. “You’re important to me too.” The AC kicked on and soft music filled the air. Fitz’s heart swelled.
“Date’s not over yet,” Jack said.
Fitz smiled against Jack’s lips. As far as he was concerned, their date never had to end.
Seven
Jack: Did I leave Ecto behind?
Fitz: I’m not sure what that is, but should I be concerned? Do you have a condition? Should I get you some vitamins? Maybe some ginger tea will help?
Jack: Jay seems to think ginger cures everything.
Fitz: That’s why you should all listen to Jay.
Jack: If we all listened to Jay, we’d spend our time obsessing over Outlander. Also, none of us can pull off a checked shirt with an elephant-and-avocado print.
Fitz: There are far worse things to obsess over. I agree on the shirt. Sad, but true.
Jack: I miss you, which is silly, right? It’s been four days. Also, Ecto is my iPad.
Fitz: You miss me?? That’s outrageous! I won’t stand for it! I’m watching a very dramatic British show right now. I love that you’re missing me. I miss you too. And yes. You left Ecto behind. Poor Ecto. I’ll take care of him, and he’ll love me best.
Jack: I wouldn’t blame him. You’re easy to love.
Shit!
The words were texted and sent before Jack realized it. Would Fitz think Jack loved him? Did Jack love him? This was too much for his brain to process right now without going into panic mode. The truth was he did miss Fitz, even if it had been only a few days. Not like they didn’t talk every night. This week had been crazy at work for Jack, with a new client who signed up for a complete overhaul of their security system, meaning onsite installations in all twenty-two of their high-end shoe stores.
It was almost a month since their amazing date. In that time, they’d spent as much time as possible together, whether on their own—at Fitz’s house, out at the movies or a restaurant—or hanging out with the guys. Jack loved that Fitz never so much as