Chapter Seven #2
Jackson ran his hands down Henry’s body to his waist, slowly pulling the scrap of cloth down his legs.
He spun Henry around to face him so that he could take him into his arms to kiss him passionately before helping him over to the bed.
“Lie on your stomach, baby.” Jackson quickly attached the leather restraints to the spreader bar.
“I want you to get on your knees with your chest still on the bed.” Henry again followed his instruction.
His breathing became rapid as Jackson wrapped the cuffs around his ankles.
“Put your arms under your body and touch the bar.” When Henry did, he attached his wrists to the toy, completing the bondage.
“Damn.” Jackson looked him over, lust spiking through him as Henry trembled.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?”
“Do I?” Henry’s voice was a little shaky, and he shivered when Jackson ran his hand down his back, coming to rest on his ass. The man whimpered when he traced his crack with his tongue.
“Most definitely.” Jackson gently spread his cheeks, blowing a warm breath over his hole. Henry moaned. The mewling sound Henry made at the first touch of his tongue, caused his cock to throb. Jackson took his time, using soft slow licks until Henry was shaking and crying out in pleasure.
“Jackson.” Henry panted. “Please, I need—” Jackson slipped his tongue inside and his plea was cut off on a deep moan.
Henry’s entire body was quivering. Babbling nonsense and pleas fell from his lips.
A cry of dismay sounded when Jackson stopped to get the supplies from the bedside drawer.
He looked over at Henry. Fuck, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier.
He took the lube and squirted some on his fingers.
Jackson circled his rim, making him moan again before pushing one inside to rub over his gland.
“Two,” Henry begged. “Please, two.” Jackson complied, sliding another finger in before going back to massaging his prostate.
The moans, and whimpers, and cries of pleasure were driving him crazy.
He was just as turned on as Henry seemed to be.
“Need you so bad, Jackson.” Jackson put on a condom then lubed them both up, slowly pushing inside and setting up a slow steady pace.
Henry went crazy, bucking against him. “Faster.”
“Not yet, baby.” Jackson slowly rocked his hips, and Henry howled with every thrust. Henry’s body jerked, but the bondage gear held him in position.
“Jackson,” Henry sounded completely strung out.
Jackson wanted nothing more than to make his man lose all control. He wanted to feel him tighten around him as an intense orgasm overtook him. He grabbed Henry’s hips, thrusting harder and faster. Fuck, this feels so good. He slid one hand around Henry’s waist so he could stroke his cock.
“No.” Henry stopped him. “I want to come like this.”
“Fuck, Henry.” Jackson returned his hand to the man’s hip.
He loved making him come untouched. It was a rush knowing that he was the only one who had ever been able to do it.
A few more thrusts and Henry screamed as orgasm overtook him.
Just as he thought, Henry’s orgasm caused his.
When he could move again, he quickly took care of the condom.
He then unhooked the cuffs then tossed the toy onto the floor so that he could get onto the bed and pull Henry onto his chest. Henry took off the blindfold, tossing it to the ground.
They were both breathing heavily. Jackson gently carded his fingers through Henry’s soft hair.
Henry’s hand was on his chest. Jackson covered it with his own.
Henry looked up at him with a sweet, satisfied smile, and Jackson couldn’t help but kiss him. “You okay, baby?” he asked.
“Definitely.” Henry sounded sleepy.
“You need a nap.” Jackson smiled down at him while he stroked his cheek.
“A nap this late is just going to bed.” Henry laughed as he stretched. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”
“I’ll take one when I get home.” Showering with another person, especially Henry, wasn’t something he could do. He still wasn’t ready for Henry to see his scars, might not ever be ready for that. He didn’t want to see pity in Henry’s eyes, only desire.
“Come on, my shower is amazing.”
Damnit, how the hell am I going to get out of this one? “I’m sure it is.” Jackson sat up as well.
When Henry spoke again, his voice was pure seduction.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” Jackson didn’t know what to say.
He was pretty sure Henry wouldn’t really believe any excuse he gave him.
He brought his hands up to rub his temples while shaking his head.
He knew this day would come. He hadn’t, however, imagined that he would freeze up like this. “Henry, I…” he trailed off.
Henry got off the bed. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.
” Damn, he looked hurt. Jackson sat up, watching him walk across to his en suite bathroom.
Henry turned back to him, offering him a sad smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jackson,” he said before stepping through the door and closing it behind him.
“Dammit,” Jackson said aloud to the empty room.
He was either going to have to hurt Henry or put himself in a position of exposure.
He didn’t want Henry to feel sorry for him.
And he damn sure couldn’t handle the man being disgusted by it.
Honestly, he couldn’t even stand to look at the damn thing.
They had basically had to reattach his arm, so there was a scar going all the way around his shoulder.
Not to mention the angry red ones that trailed down his uppermost arm and back.
He hated the Frankenstein disfigurement.
Only doctors had seen him shirtless since what his mother referred to as the accident.
He thought of it as the absolute worst day of his life.
He always wore button-down shirts when he was with Henry.
That way, he could feel the man’s skin against his without revealing his secret.
But the knowledge that his actions were hurting Henry outweighed his embarrassment.
Jackson took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself as he got up to shrug the shirt off his shoulders.
He glanced over at his arm, and his teeth clenched.
A few more deep breaths, and he crossed to the bathroom door.
He reached for the knob, but his hand froze.
Turn the damn thing, Owens. But his hand wouldn’t obey the order.
“I can do this.” Jackson rolled his neck, trying to shake off the feeling of dread.
This was showering with his boyfriend, not crossing into enemy territory.
He turned the knob, slowly pushing open the door.
Henry was in the shower, leaning against the wall while water from three different jets ran down his back.
The room was already steamy. Jackson forced himself over to the shower.
The small sniffle he heard was like a knife in the gut.
Slowly he slid the glass door open, causing Henry to turn toward him.
His eyes briefly roamed Jackson’s body before settling on his face.
Henry wiped his eyes and cleared his throat before a sexy grin appeared. “Was it my offer to make it worth your while that got you out of bed?” The question sounded like dirty promises.
“Maybe.” Jackson stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
He pulled Henry against him, and the man wrapped his arms around his neck just as he always did.
He was acting like he didn’t even notice the scars, but had to have seen them.
They couldn’t be missed. Henry pressed their lips together, and suddenly that didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Henry deepened the kiss, which went on and on, adding more heat to the misty haze surrounding them.
By the time the kiss ended, Jackson felt slightly dizzy and incredibly turned on.
“What did you have in mind?” His voice sounded to him like a husky whisper.
“I want to get you all squeaky clean, and then”—Henry raised an eyebrow—“I want to run my tongue over every inch of your body.” He turned to an inset shelf to grab a bottle of liquid soap. “Do you want to do it? Or can I?”
All Jackson could think about was how good Henry’s hands felt on his bare skin. “Definitely you,” he blurted out.
Henry smiled brightly at his answer before soaping up his hands.
He started with Jackson’s chest, rubbing circles over his hard pecs before gliding down to his stomach and back up to rest on his shoulders.
His entire body involuntarily tensed. He knew what was coming next.
And he was right. Henry’s hands continued over both shoulders, down his arms, then back up again.
Jackson knew how the scars felt under his own hands, and he was second-guessing himself for allowing this.
They were divoted in some places, and in others, like thick firm bumps.
But Henry didn’t seem to be fazed by it at all.
The skin was still more sensitive there, so his soft touch caused tingles to run through his body.
“Turn around,” Henry whispered. “I need to get your back.”
Jackson took a deep breath then forced himself to move.
The back had sustained more injuries than the front.
He waited again for Henry’s disgust, but it never came.
He washed him with the same gentle caress, drifting from his back down over his ass.
Then Henry dropped to his knees, causing Jackson’s pulse to race.
He washed his calves then directed Jackson to turn around.
Henry slid his hands up his thighs. Jackson’s head tipped back when they closed around his rigid cock.
“Damn,” Jackson breathed out when Henry stroked.