pulled him onto his lap.
“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve been in your apartment.”
Jack shrugged. “It’s nothing special. It’s close to work, and I’m not home much. I didn’t see the point in buying something when I was always either crashing with Sacha or out working a job. I didn’t really have much of a reason to want to be home.” He brushed his lips against Fitz’s temple. “Maybe you can help me make it look nice.”
Fitz’s couldn’t argue that Jack’s apartment could use a bit of… life. It was immaculate and clean, but it looked more like a furniture showroom than a lived-in home. Actually, there were showrooms with more decor than Jack’s apartment. Whenever they’d been together, Jack had suggested Fitz’s place, stating how cozy and at home he felt. The two-bedroom apartment was bright, the walls a pretty pale gray and plenty of natural light coming in from the big windows. The spare room had been set up as an office, and Fitz hadn’t been able to stop himself from smiling at all the dog stuff for when Chip came to visit.
The furniture around the place was a beautiful cherrywood, the plush brown leather sectional big and comfortable, but there wasn’t one piece of decor in the entire place. No throw pillows, soft blankets, or art on the walls. In fact, the only thing on the wall was a large flat-screen TV.
“I’m going to have so much fun with this place,” Fitz said with a happy shimmy. It was a little too soon for them to discuss moving in together, so until that day came, which Fitz was certain wouldn’t be too far off, he was going to help Jack make this place the epitome of coziness.
“Good. Have at it.”
But first, there was something else Fitz wanted Jack to have at. He slipped his arms around Jack’s neck. “You know, I just realized you’ve yet to fuck me in your bed.”
Jack blinked at him. “I haven’t?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, well, let’s fix that, shall we?” Jack stood, carrying Fitz in his arms.
“Yes, let’s fix that right away.”
Fitz’s heart was ready to burst out of him. He’d been so foolish. What if he’d lost Jack before he’d had the chance to tell him how much he loved him? Life with this amazing man wouldn’t be perfect, and there was a good chance of Jack facing more danger, but was Fitz going to give up on the chance of having so many happy moments for the possibility of some bad? Life was full of risks, whether small or life-threatening, and only Fitz could decide which were worth taking. Risking his heart, leaving himself vulnerable was worth it to have Jack looking down at him the way he was now, the lines forming at the corners of his eyes because his smile was so bright and beautiful, his silver eyes sparkling. It was the smile he had just for Fitz.
“Whatever happens, we’ll work through it, because I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you, loving you.”
Fitz wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck. “I want that. So much.”
With a warm smile, Jack kissed him, and Fitz surrendered completely to Jack’s kiss, his hard body, the love and adoration pouring from him. Their kisses grew heated as the storm raged outside, the sound of howling wind and rolling thunder competing with the rain beating against shuttered windows. The lamps cast a soft glow in the room, their shadows playing on the wall as Jack turned Fitz into a whimpering mess.
They scrambled to undress each other, clothes flying around the room, and then Jack was on him again, tongue and teeth teasing one of Fitz’s nipples. He arched his back, his fingers in Jack’s hair as Jack explored every inch of Fitz’s body with his hands and mouth. For such a sweet-looking guy, he had an incredibly sinful mouth. Fitz dropped his hands to the bed and grabbed fistfuls of the blanket as Jack trailed kisses down his abdomen before sucking Fitz’s hard, leaking cock into his mouth.
“Oh f-f-fuck!” Fitz writhed on the bed beneath Jack as he sucked Fitz down to the root, his slick finger pushing against Fitz’s entrance. When had he gotten lube? Fitz didn’t care. Jack was magic. His fingers were magic. His mouth, tongue, body, fuck, everything about him. Fitz had lost the ability to form words as Jack circled the rosy tip of his cock with his tongue, one finger fucking Fitz, then