Chapter 10 #2
Locke beneath him, flushed and eager and so beautiful it hurt. The Harvest Moon casting amber light across his pale skin, making his freckles stand out like stars against a twilight sky. His blond hair spread across the autumn leaves, pieces of gold and red tangled in the strands.
Jack kissed him again, slower this time, taking his time to learn the taste of him. Locke’s hands were everywhere: in his hair, on his shoulders, sliding down his back, like he couldn’t decide where to touch first.
“Off,” Locke muttered against his mouth, tugging at his own shirt. “Get this off.”
Jack pulled back just enough to help, lifting the fabric over Locke’s head and tossing it aside. Then Locke’s chest was bare, pale in the moonlight, and Jack forgot how to breathe.
He’d seen Locke shirtless before. Walking around the apartment in the morning, stretched out on the couch reading, that one time he’d come out of the shower and Jack had walked directly into a doorframe. But this was different. This was permission. This was for him.
“You too,” Locke said, reaching for Jack’s robes. “Fair is fair.”
Jack let the robes dissolve with a thought. Magic, convenient for many things, including rapid undressing.
Locke’s eyes went wide. “That’s not... that shouldn’t be hot. The magical clothes thing. But it is. That’s so hot.”
Jack laughed, breathless, and leaned down to kiss the hollow of his throat. Locke’s pulse jumped under his lips. “You find the strangest things attractive.”
“Have you MET you?” Locke gasped as Jack kissed lower, across his collarbone. “Everything about you is strange and I love all of it.”
Jack paused, looking at him. “You love it?”
“I love you, you ridiculous man,” Locke said, pulling him back up for another kiss. “Now stop asking questions and start doing something about the fact that we’re both half-naked under a magical moon.”
“Stop asking and start doing,” Jack murmured. “I can manage that.”
He kissed down Locke’s chest, letting his hands map the planes of muscle and soft skin, learning what made Locke gasp and what made him arch up into the touch. When he reached a nipple, he let just a whisper of magic flow through his fingertips as he brushed over it.
Locke nearly levitated off the bed of leaves.
“WHAT... oh god, what was that?”
“Magic,” Jack murmured, doing it again. “Enhancing sensation. Too much?”
“No. More. Please more.”
Jack obliged, working both nipples with magic-enhanced touches while he kissed lower. Down his sternum, across his stomach, feeling the muscles jump under his lips. Locke’s jeans were in the way, and Jack looked up at him through his lashes.
“May I?”
“If you don’t get these off me in the next ten seconds I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
Jack paused, genuinely concerned. “Can warlocks spontaneously combust?”
“I don’t know, do you want to find out?”
“Absolutely not.” Jack made quick work of the button and zipper, and Locke lifted his hips to help. The jeans came off, underwear with them, and then Locke was completely bare beneath him.
Jack’s breath caught.
He’d imagined this too, late at night in the guest room when he couldn’t sleep and the walls were too thin and he could hear Locke breathing in the next room. But imagination was nothing compared to the reality of Locke spread out before him: flushed and wanting and so perfect.
“You’re staring,” Locke said, but he didn’t sound self-conscious. He sounded pleased.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack said simply. “I’m allowed to stare.”
He ran his hands up Locke’s thighs, feeling them tremble under his touch, and settled between his legs. Locke’s cock was hard, flushed and curving up toward his stomach, and Jack wanted to taste him so badly he could barely think.
“Can I...” he started.
“Yes,” Locke said immediately. “Whatever you’re about to ask, yes.”
Jack wrapped his hand around Locke’s cock, and Locke made a sound that went straight to Jack’s own arousal. He stroked slowly, learning the weight and shape of him, what made Locke’s hips jerk and his breath hitch.
“Jack, please...”
Jack lowered his head and took him in his mouth.
The sound Locke made was obscene. His hands flew to Jack’s hair, gripping tight, and Jack took him deeper. He tasted like salty caramel and musk, and Jack couldn’t get enough. He worked him with his tongue, finding the sensitive spot just under the head that made Locke’s thighs shake.
“Oh Jack, your mouth...”
Jack pulled off with a wet sound. “Good?”
“Too good. If you keep going I’m going to...”
“Not yet,” Jack said, kissing his hip. “I want to take my time with you.”
He let his magic flow, and warm slick appeared exactly where he needed it: coating his fingers, making everything smooth and easy. Locke gasped at the sensation.
“What is that?”
“Something to make it easier,” Jack murmured, pressing a slick finger against Locke’s entrance, circling gently. “Relax for me.”
Locke breathed out slowly, deliberately relaxing, and Jack pressed in. Just one finger at first, watching Locke’s face for any sign of discomfort. But Locke just sighed, his eyes fluttering closed, his body opening to the touch.
“More,” he said after a moment. “I can take more.”
Jack added a second finger, scissoring gently, and Locke’s breath hitched. He was so tight, so hot, and Jack couldn’t wait to be inside him. But he forced himself to go slow, to prepare him properly, to make this good.
“You’re doing so well,” Jack murmured, adding a third finger. “Taking me so perfectly.”
“Less talking,” Locke gasped. “More doing.”
Jack crooked his fingers and found that spot inside him that made Locke cry out. He worked him open carefully, thoroughly, until Locke was writhing beneath him and gasping his name and pulling at his shoulders.
“Jack, I’m ready, please...”
Jack withdrew his fingers and sat back, undoing his own pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and he watched Locke’s eyes widen.
“Oh…wow!” Locke said faintly.
Jack was well-endowed, he knew. Proportional to his height and frame, but still so freaking big it could split him in half, and so thick and veiny.
“I’ll go slow,” Jack promised, positioning himself between Locke’s legs. His cock glistened with magical slick, already prepared. “And if it’s too much, we stop. Understood?”
“Understood.” Locke reached up, pulling him down for a kiss. “I trust you.”
Those three words nearly destroyed him.
Jack lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Locke’s entrance, and pushed in slowly. So slowly. Just the tip at first, and Locke was so tight and hot that Jack had to pause, breathing hard, fighting the urge to just thrust home.
“Okay?” he managed.
“Yeah. More. Give me more.”
Jack pushed in another inch. Another. Locke’s body opening around him, taking him in, and it was perfect. He was perfect.
“That’s it,” Jack breathed. “You’re taking me so well.”
“Gods, you’re huge,” Locke gasped. “But don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Jack pushed in the rest of the way, slow and steady, until he was fully seated. Buried to the hilt. Locke’s body gripping him like a vice, so hot and tight and perfect he could barely think.
They both froze, breathing hard, giving Locke time to adjust.
“Okay?” Jack asked.
“I’m so much better than okay.” Locke’s voice was wrecked. “Now move before I lose my mind.”
Jack pulled out slowly, then pushed back in. Establishing a rhythm. Slow and careful at first, but Locke was writhing beneath him, gasping and pulling at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“Harder,” Locke panted. “I can take it. Stop treating me like I’m going to break.”
So Jack did.
He pulled nearly all the way out and thrust back in hard. Locke cried out, back arching, and Jack did it again. And again. Finding that angle that made Locke see stars, that had him gasping Jack’s name like a prayer.
Jack’s magic was going wild now, responding to the intensity of his emotions.
Golden light swirled around them. Leaves danced in the air, caught in impossible currents.
The temperature fluctuated: warm, then cool, then warm again.
Vines grew up from the ground to twine gently around Locke’s wrists, not restraining, just grounding. Flowers bloomed in a riot of color.
“Yes,” Locke gasped. “Like that. Don’t stop.”
Jack couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. Locke felt too good, sounded too perfect. Every moan, every gasp, every time he clenched around Jack’s cock drove him closer to the edge. Jack allowed only one of the vines to release Locke’s wrist.
“Touch yourself,” Jack growled. “I want to watch you.”
Locke’s hand flew to his cock, stroking in time with Jack’s thrusts.
“Jack, I’m close...”
“Let go,” Jack breathed. “Come for me.”
Locke did.
His whole body went taut, back arching impossibly, and he came with a shout that echoed off the hay bales. Hot and wet across his stomach, his hand, between them. His body clenched rhythmically around Jack’s cock, and it was too much. Jack couldn’t hold back anymore.
He followed Locke over the edge.
His orgasm hit like a storm. Golden light exploded around them in a supernova. The Harvest Moon above flared so bright it was almost blinding. Leaves swirled in a tornado of color. The vines around Locke’s wrist bloomed with roses. The temperature spiked warm, then settled.
Jack buried himself deep and came hard, filling Locke, claiming him, mine.
It seemed to last forever.
When Jack finally came back to himself, he was collapsed on top of Locke, both of them breathing hard. The vines released him and Locke’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. His heart was pounding against Jack’s chest.
“Holy shit,” Locke gasped.
“Indeed.”
“Did you make it rain leaves?”
Jack looked around. There were, indeed, significantly more leaves scattered everywhere. And several new flowers. And that vine had definitely grown an apple.
“…Possibly.”
Locke laughed, full and bright and absolutely perfect. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it,” Jack said, but his voice came out uncertain.
“I do.” Locke’s hand stroked through his hair, gentle. His voice went softer. “I love you, Jack.”
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“I love you,” Locke said, meeting his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too,” Jack managed, his voice breaking. “So much it terrifies me.”
Locke pulled him down into a kiss. Soft and sweet and perfect.