Chapter 18 — Jack

Thank goodness there was never much traffic in Silver Lake because Jack was having a really hard time reminding himself not to take his eyes off the road.

And of course, he would never drive recklessly with Calvin in the car, but damn, leaning over and stealing quick kisses at red lights just wasn’t cutting it.

He was counting down the minutes until they could get out of the car at Calvin’s house, until he could have Calvin in his arms again and give him the kind of attention he deserved.

“This night has gone by so fast,” Calvin said as Jack turned onto his street. “I wish we had just a few more hours. Does that sound greedy?”

“No,” Jack shook his head. “Not greedy at all.”

He waited until they were safely parked in Calvin’s driveway with the engine off before leaning over and cupping Calvin’s face, stroking Calvin’s cheek with his thumb and then giving him a long, slow kiss.

Jack reached down with his free hand to unbuckle his seatbelt and subtly adjust himself. Being so close to Calvin all night had been amazing but had also made Jack horny as hell—a situation that kissing was only making more unbearable.

When Jack pulled back, he could see the heat in Calvin’s face—pupils blown, and lips swollen from the long kiss they had just shared.

“Jesus, Calvin,” Jack murmured. “Every time I think you couldn’t possibly be any hotter, you prove me wrong.”

Calvin immediately flushed a deep red, clearly visible even in the dark car. “You make me feel hot,” he said, breathlessly. “I’m not ready for tonight to be over. Come inside?”

Jack grinned. He was hoping Calvin would ask but didn’t know if it would be too much to suggest. He certainly didn’t have a clue about gay dating etiquette or if that was even a thing.

And even if it was, he wasn’t sure if other people’s rules applied to him and Calvin. They had their own history, their own way of communicating, their own rules for how to handle things.

“Yes,” Jack said, already opening the door and climbing out of the car. “Hell yes. I need to feel your body against me. Like… now.”

On the other side of the car, Jack could see Calvin scrambling to get out and hurry to the front door of his house. Clearly, he was on board with Jack’s plan.

Which was good, since Jack’s couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather do than get his hands on Calvin.

Well, he could think of a few other things he’d like to do, but they all started the same way—body to body with Calvin.

They had barely made it inside and closed the door behind them before Jack had Calvin in his arms again, tugging at the hem of his shirt to get his hands on Calvin’s smooth, sexy back.

“Oh my God,” Calvin gasped as soon as Jack’s hands were on him. “Why didn’t we start the night this way?”

Jack laughed and took a step back to ease Calvin’s shirt up over his head before running his hands down Calvin’s beautifully toned chest and stomach. “I don’t think we would have ever made it to the restaurant if we’d started this earlier.”

Calvin was busy fumbling with the buttons of Jack’s shirt but paused to look up into his eyes and grin. “If I had to choose between you and dinner, I’d go hungry every night of the week.”

“I wouldn’t make you choose,” Jack said, shrugging out of his shirt and then pulling Calvin close again, loving the way their bodies fit together as if they’d been made for each other. “Jesus, Calvin, you feel so fucking good.”

Calvin opened his mouth to speak but Jack cut off whatever he’d been about to say with another kiss. He would never get tired of the way Calvin tasted, the way his mouth immediately gave way, the way his sexy little whimpers and moans went straight to Jack’s cock.

Which was currently doing its best to escape from Jack’s suddenly too-constrictive pants and underwear.

At the moment, though, Jack was more distracted by the hard length that was pressed against his leg through Calvin’s pants. Jack reached down to palm it through the material and was rewarded with a porn-worthy moan.

“Oh, God, Jack,” Calvin thrust against Jack’s hand. “I don’t know if… I mean, if you don’t want to… ah, God.”

Jack leaned in to kiss the delicious spot at the base of Calvin’s neck that was fluttering wildly with each ragged breath Calvin took while still slowly rubbing his hand along the length of Calvin’s throbbing cock.

And even though Calvin hadn’t been able to put together a coherent sentence, Jack knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“I do want this, babe,” Jack murmured, nuzzling against Calvin’s neck. “I’ve thought about it and had dreams about it and have been so damn curious about it for years. You’re not gonna deny me the chance to get my hands on it now, are you?”

Calvin shook his head and swallowed hard. “Never… deny you,” he panted.

Jack took a half-step back, putting just enough space between them to let his hands play along the waistband of Calvin’s pants. “I’m glad,” he said, grinning. “Because I don’t think I could wait another second for this.”

He let his fingers dip just inside the waistband, fascinated by the sight of Calvin’s ab muscles as they flexed and tightened at each touch. It was really tempting to pull Calvin’s pants down as quickly as he could, but Jack also wanted to savor every second of what they were finally doing together.

He wanted to memorize every sexy inch of Calvin’s body and hear every little noise that escaped from Calvin’s throat.

And then he wanted to make Calvin come with him.

It might have been the first time Jack had done any of this with another man—and not just any man, but Calvin—but it definitely wasn’t the first time he’d thought about it.

Or fantasized about it.

Or gotten off to it.

It was just the first time he was letting himself admit it out loud, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Jack, please,” Calvin gasped. “Oh my God, you’re torturing me. You’re gonna make me come before I even get my pants off.”

Jack moved his hands to the button of Calvin’s pants and slowly unfastened it, then paused before unzipping. “I won’t make you come yet, babe. But I promise I won’t make you wait too long.”

“I don’t know how long I can wait. I’ve been waiting forever for this already. Like… my whole life, I think.”

It was so true, and Jack knew it because he felt the same way. This was the spark he’d been missing, the connection he’d been craving. And he felt like an idiot for trying to deny it all this time.

But he was done denying it.

He was done pretending he didn’t want it.

Without another word, Jack shoved Calvin’s pants and cute baby blue briefs down around his thighs, making a mental note to get a private modeling session of Calvin in that underwear another time.

Finally free, Calvin’s cock bobbed into view, slapping up against Calvin’s stomach and leaving a spot of precum where it made contact.

Jack eased Calvin back against the wall of the front hallway and wrapped a hand around the thick shaft to give it a short stroke, marveling at the heat and the smoothness that felt so much like his own cock but so different at the same time.

“Every part of you is so beautiful, Calvin,” he whispered, looking at the man in front of him reverently as he started to stroke that long, thick cock in earnest.

Calvin moaned his approval and looked like he was going to say something, but his mouth opened and closed without ever forming the words. He closed his eyes and pumped his hips in time with Jack’s strokes, reaching out to steady himself by holding onto Jack’s shoulders.

“Oh Jack,” he moaned, still thrusting against Jack’s fist. “Jack… God… so good…”

“That’s right, babe,” Jack said, reaching down with his free hand to unfasten his pants and shove them down far enough to free his own cock. “I’ve got you. You make me so fucking horny. You feel my cock against yours, babe? That’s how hard you make me.”

Jack had taken both of their cocks in his hand, pressing them one on top of the other as he stroked them both.

He was definitely used to having his own cock in his hand, and he was definitely a new fan of stroking Calvin’s. But holding two cocks? Feeling the friction all over as they both thrust against each other while he jerked them off?

It was… breathtaking. It was amazing.

Jack had never known something so simple could be so fucking hot—or that it could feel so good.

“I don’t know…” Calvin opened his eyes and took a deep, ragged breath. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, Jack. I’m already so close.”

“That’s okay, babe,” Jack reassured him, stroking even faster with each word. “I’m right there with you. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Calvin nodded, his mouth still open as his breath came in short, uneven bursts. “So close…” Jack could feel Calvin’s cock swell in his hand and knew it wouldn’t be long for either of them as his own balls began to tighten and his climax started to surge through him.

“Calvin, babe…” Jack swallowed hard and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Are you ready to come for me, beautiful?”

“Yes, oh, God… yes, please, Jack…”

“I’ve got you,” Jack panted. “Just let go. Come for me, Calvin. Come with me. Now.”

Jack wasn’t sure which one of them came first, but he captured Calvin’s mouth in another kiss as he felt the warm jets spill over his hand and his cock, coating them and making them slick as Calvin’s whole body trembled against Jack’s.

Jack pressed himself against Calvin, finally taking his hand away as he gently kissed the sexy man in front of him again. “I’ve got you. Jesus, Calvin, that was amazing.”

Calvin smiled up at him, so sweet and pure and looking completely spent. Still, his eyes sparkled as Jack took his free hand to stroke his cheek. “You were amazing,” Calvin said at last. “That was… I don’t even have words.”

“I already know,” Jack said, nodding. “I feel exactly the same way.”

They kissed again, slowly and sweetly this time, the urgency long gone as they held each other there against the wall.

“Okay, maybe I do have one word,” Jack said, finally taking a step back once he was sure Calvin was steady on his feet.

“Yeah?” Calvin quirked an eyebrow. “Tell me.”

“Shower?”

Calvin laughed. “That’s the word? Shower?”

“Seems like a pretty great word right now,” Jack shrugged, grinning. “Especially if we do it together.”

“Oh, that does sound pretty great.” Calvin scrambled to pull up his pants enough to walk, then took Jack’s hand. “Come on. I’m almost ready for round two, anyway.”

“Oh, fuck babe,” Jack murmured, but his spent cock gave a twitch of approval and was already starting to harden again just thinking about it. “You might kill me if we keep going like this.”

“I can’t think of a better way to go, can you?”

Jack shook his head as Calvin led him back to the shower. “No. I honestly can’t.”

And he meant it. With Calvin in his arms and after the amazing night they’d already had, if Jack’s time was up, he would go with a smile on his face.

But having more time with Calvin was definitely okay, too. There was still a lot he wanted to do, a lot he wanted to experience.

Starting with round two in the shower.