Chapter Three #2
“Fuck,” Henry cried loudly when Jackson connected with his rim.
His breath came in heavy pants while Jackson licked and teased.
Soon he had Henry shaking all over, and the begging really started.
“Please, Jackson,” he babbled. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.
I need you to make me come.” Without warning, Jackson swallowed him to his base and began sliding him in and out of his hot, wet mouth.
Everything about it was perfect, and part of him never wanted it to end.
The other part, however, needed release.
Suddenly Jackson pulled away and Henry almost wept. “No,” he whimpered.
Jackson locked eyes with Henry and slowly brought his finger to his mouth, getting it nice and slick before lowering his hand to rub over his sensitive rim, going right back to deep throating him. Henry closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him.
“Gonna come,” Henry warned and heard Jackson make a pleased sound around his flesh.
It was that noise that pushed Henry over the edge, and he came hard.
Still shuddering, he pulled Jackson up so their mouths could meet in a fierce kiss.
“You’re amazing,” he said when Jackson pulled back. “Flip over, it’s my turn to show off.”
Jackson rolled onto his back and pulled his sweats down, exposing his long thick cock. Henry’s mouth watered. He wanted this so bad. He licked up and down his shaft, and Jackson groaned, closing his eyes.
“No teasing,” he said. “Watching you got me right to the edge.” Henry wrapped his lips around Jackson’s cock and went with a hard fast rhythm, one designed to make him lose his mind quickly.
And from the sounds Jackson was making, it seemed to be working.
“Damn, Henry.” Jackson tangled his fingers in the man’s soft shaggy blond hair as he moaned deeply, hips rocking.
“Your mouth feels amazing.” Henry moaned at the praise.
He wanted nothing more than to make Jackson feel as good as he’d made him feel.
It didn’t take much longer for him to accomplish his goal.
“Fuck,” Jackson cried out, as he came. Henry flopped down next to him on the bed. “You’re incredible.”
“I try.” Henry laughed. “Hey, I was thinking we could paint your place on Friday evening. I mean, if you don’t have plans or anything.”
“Hanging out with you is better than any plans I could make.” Jackson ran his thumb over Henry’s bottom lip then kissed him lightly.
“I’m going to go so that you can relax and unwind.
Walk me out.” Both men got out of bed, and Henry put his pajamas back on.
At the door, Jackson pulled him close, kissing him deeply.
“See you Friday,” he said, then he was gone.
Henry backed his SUV into Jackson’s driveway just after six. Jackson came down the steps to meet him. “Hi, Jackson,” he greeted with a smile. “I just need to walk Angel, then we can get started.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“That would be great.” Henry rushed over to his house to get his dog. She was waiting by the door, excitedly jumping when he clipped on her leash. Angel loved walks. As soon as they were outside, she ran over to Jackson. Henry had to jog to keep up.
“Hello, beautiful.” Jackson scratched behind her ears. “Who’s ready for a walk?” Her tail wagged a mile a minute. “I think your dog likes me.”
“Of course she does.” Henry chuckled. “She has good taste.” That caused Jackson to laugh as well. As they walked, Jackson put his hand on the small of Henry’s back while Angel happily trotted in front of them as far as the leash would allow.
“How was your day?” Jackson asked.
“Pretty busy. I’m working on three different projects right now.”
“Are you sure you have time to do my living room?”
“Yeah, definitely,” Henry rushed to assure him. No way was he giving up his reason to spend time with Jackson. “As long as you don’t mind me working in the evenings.”
“I’m okay with that,” Jackson agreed. “I just don’t want you to wear yourself out. You worked all day, and now you’re going to paint my entire living room.”
“I promise I’ll stop if I get tired.” Jackson nodded, accepting his answer. “How about you? Anything interesting happen today?”
Jackson shrugged. “Just had a doctor’s appointment.”
“Are you not feeling well?” Henry asked with concern.
“No, I’m okay.” Jackson shook his head. “It was just a checkup.”
They had made a circle around the cul-de-sac twice.
When they were in front of his house, Angel walked up to the door waiting for him to open it.
Once he did, he unclipped her leash. “Go play, baby girl. Daddy has to work.” She happily bound into the living room, picking up a knotted rope and shaking her head.
It caused Henry to chuckle. “Well, she’s occupied.
Let’s get to painting.” Henry locked up then followed Jackson next door.
Jackson helped him carry all the painting supplies into the house, where they sat them on the dining room table.
He had asked Jackson earlier in the week to pack up most of the living room. The only things he had left inside were the TV and his recliner. “I see you did your homework,” Henry said, gesturing to the emptiness.
“I’m pretty good at following orders.” Jackson laughed.
Henry went over to the table to organize the supplies. Once done, he grabbed a large roll of blue painter’s tape. “Do you want to hang out with me while I do this?” he asked.
“I have a better idea.” Jackson grabbed another roll of the tape. “What if I help you? I’ll get the bottom while you get the top. That way we can still talk.”
“Yeah, that would be great.” Henry’s heart pounded, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. Jackson wanted to spend time with him. Feeling a little lighter, he grabbed his step stool and put it where he intended to start. “Do you need me to show you what to do?”
“No, I know how. I painted a few rooms for my sister a while back.”
Henry climbed up the small ladder to stretch a piece of the tape across the ceiling. “The same sister who decorated for you?” Jackson nodded. “Do you have any other siblings?” He asked the question casually, but inside, he was dying to know everything about this man.
“No, just Melissa. How about you?”
“I’m the youngest of four boys.”
“Four boys.” Jackson let out a whistle. “Your poor mom.” He laughed. “Were you a little troublemaker?”
“I wish I could say no.” Henry laughed, shaking his head.
“What kind of stuff would you get into?”
Henry wondered if Jackson really wanted to know more about him or if he was just making small talk to pass the time. “It might be easier to tell you what I didn’t do.” He chuckled. “Rules and I don’t get along. I’ve never liked people telling me what to do.”
“How did you think you were going to be in the military?” Jackson chuckled. “We have something like nine billion rules.”
“That was another reason I didn’t join.” Henry shrugged one shoulder. “I probably would have spent my entire career in trouble.”
Jackson laughed. “Maybe it’s a good thing you chose design, then.”
“How about you?” Henry asked. “Did you always want to be a Marine?”
“Yeah. I joined two days after my eighteenth birthday.”
“Why?”
“When I was growing up, we lived next to a retired Marine, First Lieutenant Dan Carabee. He was one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. If it wasn’t for his influence, I don’t know where I’d be.” He watched Jackson apply another strip of tape to the wall.
“How did that relationship come to be?” Henry wondered.
“When I was twelve, my dad moved to Brazil with a twenty-year-old dancer. We had to move here to be closer to my mom’s family. It turned me into a pretty angry kid.”
“That’s understandable. Your world got flipped upside down.”
“My mom tried to help me, but I was mad at her too. I pretty much stopped listening to her. I was getting into a lot of trouble. My poor mother had no idea what to do with me. One day, I decided that it would be a good idea to smash every mailbox on our street with a baseball bat. The fourth house I got to belonged to First Lieutenant Carabee. I hadn’t noticed him watching me, but when I swung, he caught it.
I looked up and found this huge scary-looking guy scowling down at me. ”
“Uh-oh.” Henry chuckled.
“Yeah.” Jackson nodded. “He marched me straight over to my house and made me tell my mother what I had done. She immediately broke down crying. First Lieutenant Carabee ordered me to my room so that he could talk to her. I was actually terrified. The longer I sat there, the worse it got.”
“Waiting is the worst,” Henry agreed. “So, what happened?”
“Half an hour later, she came to tell me that First Lieutenant Carabee was going to pay for all the damages, but I had to personally do all the repairs. Then I had to do chores for him to work off the debt.”
“What kind of chores did he make you do?”
“Anything you can think of and more.” Jackson chuckled. “I basically went through boot camp, and he treated me like an unruly private.”
“How long did it take you to pay off your debt?” Henry asked, applying more tape.
“One hour a day after school, and three hours on Saturday for six months.”
“Wow, that’s quite a punishment.” Henry chuckled. “What happened when it was over?”
“Somewhere around the four months mark, I dropped the attitude and First Lieutenant Carabee became Uncle Dan. He taught me everything I know about how to be a good man. He was the father figure I needed, and he called me the son he always wanted.”
“Did he have other children?”
“No, he couldn’t have kids. His wife left him when they found out.”
“That’s terrible. I don’t see how anyone could do that to someone they claim to love enough to marry.”
“Marriage is a complete scam in my opinion. A relationship that lasts forever is a myth, nothing but a fairy tale.”
Very interesting. “I don’t believe in marriage either, but why do you have such a jaded viewpoint?”