Chapter Seven #5
Inside, Henry turned the shower on then unhurriedly removed his clothes.
Jackson kicked out of his boots while he watched the other man.
Henry got down to his underwear then looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jackson blew out a breath, pulling his shirt off.
Henry smiled at him, then suddenly he was standing naked in front of him.
He quickly got rid of his own pants so he could draw Henry into the shower.
The jets felt amazing, but not quite as much as Henry in his arms did.
He tugged the man against him, kissing him over and over.
Jackson pulled away with a smile. “Let’s finish up here so we can get in the hot tub,” he suggested.
Henry nodded. They quickly washed off the dust and sweat from the hard day they’d had.
With towels around their waist, Henry went out the back door while Jackson grabbed a couple of beers.
Angel followed. Henry took Jackson’s towel, hanging them both on a nearby rack.
Jackson set the drinks next to the tub, stepped in, then held out his hand to help Henry, who sat down and snuggled close to his side.
“Damn, this water is amazing.” Jackson all but moaned, tipping his head back and closing his eyes for a moment.
Henry grabbed their beers and handed one to Jackson.
He took a long drink then rolled his neck.
For a while, they quietly sipped their beers, letting the hot water soothe their sore muscles.
“You were such an incredible help today.” Henry broke the silence. “With the house. And with Sam. I don’t know how to thank you.”
Jackson put his empty bottle down then turned toward Henry.
He ran his thumb over the man’s bottom lip and Henry smiled at him.
“Seeing you happy is all I need.” Henry sat his bottle to the side as well then leaned toward Jackson to press their lips together.
Jackson tugged him closer until he was straddling his lap.
He took over the kiss, deepening it until the man was clinging to him.
“Why don’t we dry off and make out on your bed? ” Jackson whispered in Henry’s ear.
“That is an incredible idea.” Henry grinned as he stood.
They dried off quickly then went back into the house.
Angel laid down with her toy by the couch while he and Henry went into his bedroom.
Jackson got onto the bed, pulling Henry down with him, resuming the kiss they’d shared outside.
Soon he had Henry moaning and rocking against him.
Jackson reached into Henry’s nightstand, pulling out the lube and a condom.
He flipped Henry onto his back then lubed his fingers.
Henry spread his legs immediately. Jackson kissed him again as he worked one inside him.
The man moaned loudly when Jackson located his prostate.
“Jackson,” Henry moaned when he added a second finger then scissored them, causing him to cry out again.
Jackson flipped them over so that Henry was straddling his lap.
“I want you on top,” he told him as he put on the condom.
Jackson steadied his cock and Henry slid slowly down on it.
“Fuck, Henry,” Jackson moaned when their bodies met.
His hands went to Henry’s hips to help him move.
Henry moaned loudly and rolled his hips.
The look of pleasure on Henry’s face got him way closer to the edge than he wanted to be.
So beautiful. He thrust harder causing the man to gasp.
“Jackson.” Henry drew out his name, looking down at him.
His eyes were wild and lust glazed. “I need—” Jackson cut him off by pulling him down into a deep kiss.
He knew what he needed. Henry increased the speed of his rocking, moaning into Jackson’s mouth.
Jackson slipped his hand between their bodies to stroke Henry.
“Please,” Henry begged. “Faster.” Jackson sped up his stroke causing Henry to tremble.
“I’m so close, fuck, I’m so close.” Henry sat up, moaning loudly as this position forced Jackson deeper within him.
“Please, Jackson.” The man’s voice was shaky.
Jackson sped up even more. Henry stilled and warmth covered his hand, then he collapsed against him.
Jackson’s arms instantly encircled him, and he came a few thrusts later.
“Damn, Henry,” he said, breathing heavily as he stroked the man’s back.
After a minute or so, Henry sat up so he could get off Jackson’s lap to get them both a towel. Henry flopped facedown onto his bed. “I am completely wiped out.” Henry turned his head to look at him.
“Yeah, me too.” Jackson ran a finger along the man’s jawline then lightly kissed his cheek. “I guess I should go so you can sleep.”
“What you should actually do is close your eyes. We can get dinner when we wake up.” Jackson pulled Henry onto his chest and did as he was told.
“No,” Jackson screamed, drawing out the word.
He bolted upright, clutching the sheets.
His breath was coming hard and fast, and his entire body was trembling.
He had that damn dream again. It had been so vivid that he swore he smelled gunpowder for a moment.
Then a warm hand rubbed his back. He turned, grabbing Henry and pulling him against him.
He was probably holding him way too tightly, but he couldn’t make himself let go.
Henry wrapped his arms around him, hands drifting up and down his back.
Jackson put his head on Henry’s shoulder, trying to take deep calming breaths while the man ran his fingers through his hair.
They stayed that way for quite a while. Henry held him through it, not saying a word, just allowing him to process and calm down.
When his heart stopped racing, and he could think straight, he loosened the hold he had on Henry, but only slightly.
He still needed the man close to him. While he had never wanted Henry to witness something like this, he was so fucking grateful he was there.
Slowly he raised his head, looking into Henry’s worried eyes.
One of his hands came up to gently caress Jackson’s cheek before softly kissing his lips. He still didn’t say a word.
Jackson took a few shaky breaths, trying to regain his composure. Henry’s eyes never left his. “Sorry,” he said when he was pretty sure his voice wouldn’t tremble.
“This is not something you ever need to apologize for,” Henry assured him.
“Is it okay if I use your shower?” A fine sheen of sweat covered his body.
“Do you want company, or do you need to be alone?” Henry asked in a way that let him know that either answer would be okay.
Fuck, how is he so perfect? “I just need a few minutes by myself.”
“I’ll be here when you’re done.” Henry’s smile loosened some of the tightness in his chest.
Jackson kissed him lightly then got out of bed, crossing to the bathroom.
He turned the shower on, setting the temperature as hot as he could tolerate.
He closed his eyes, leaning against one wall in a way that caused the shower jets to focus on his sore shoulder.
He tried to block out the sounds of explosions and screaming, but it didn’t really work.
He stayed under the jets until the shaking stopped then washed quickly, got out, then dried off.
The need to have Henry hold him again overwhelmed him.
He walked over to the door, but as he reached for the knob, his hand froze.
Henry is going to have questions. A guy can’t freak out in his boyfriend’s bed without having to answer for it.
Embarrassment heated his cheeks, and he covered his face with his hands.
He hated thinking about that day, but his need for Henry outweighed it all.
Henry had put his boxer briefs back on and was sitting up against the headboard, with a book in his hands.
He looked up and smiled at him, the same way he always did when he saw him, then put the book on the nightstand.
“What are you reading?” he asked, slipping back into bed so that he could pull the man against him. He came willingly.
“A suspense thriller by my favorite horror author.” Henry put his head on Jackson’s chest, holding him a little tighter than he usually did.
Within minutes, he was completely calm again.
He kissed Henry’s forehead. “Jackson,” Henry whispered, tilting his head to look up at him, but he didn’t say more.
Jackson leaned down to softly kiss his lips.
He looked a little hesitant, and it was a few more seconds before he spoke again. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“You have questions though, right?” Jackson knew this was coming, but it was still incredibly uncomfortable.
“Of course I do,” Henry agreed. “But that’s not what I wanted to say.”
“Oh?” Now he was intrigued.
“I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to talk about what happened, but if you decide you need to…” Henry shook his head. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He looked away.
Jackson put his finger under Henry’s chin so that he could tip his head back and see his face, the man’s eyes worried and unsure. Jackson kissed him lightly, slowly progressing to a fiery heat that stole even his breath. “Are you sure you want to know, Henry?” he asked when the kiss broke.
“I just meant that I’m here for you. I wasn’t trying to pry.” Henry stroked his cheek.
Jackson took a deep breath then let it out slowly.
For quite a few moments, he said nothing.
He hadn’t talked to anyone about this. Even with the psychiatrist, he’d been as vague.
But this was Henry. Jackson kissed him once more, hoping like hell he was right, and this wouldn’t change Henry’s opinion of him. “Just keep all this between us, okay?”
“Of course,” Henry promised, tightening his arms around him.