Chapter 6 – Jack #2
They lay still and silent for a while, the warm yellow light from a streetlamp pouring into the room, warming up the feel of its bookshelves, quilts, and paneled walls.
The quiet was profound, though not entirely calming. Jack wondered whether to say something, but this was nice, and he knew he’d be leaving soon enough.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked
“Just no more apologies tonight,” Luke said.
“No, no, not that,” Jack said. “There’s something I want to do … need to do, really… I’ve stayed up nights, dreaming of doing it again.”
Jack had been looking off into the distance, but now turned his gaze to Luke’s eyes as his hand slipped down Luke’s body toward Luke’s cock. “May I?”
Luke responded with a hot, soft kiss and a murmur of affirmation. Jack felt Luke hardening in his hand, and he began kissing his way down to it, hungry but taking his time.
He sucked each of Luke’s nipples again, then traced Luke’s perfect abs with his tongue and slowly kissed his way to the belly button and below. He reached under to grab Luke’s butt cheeks and silently savored the feel of them in his hands.
He softly stroked Luke and looked up to see him smiling down in the amber light.
“So beautiful,” Jack said. “God, I need this.”
With that, Jack took Luke into his hot, wet mouth slowly and in no hurry to finish. Long deep sucks, lots of attention to the balls from his hands and tongue, steady stroking with his hand. Jack began jacking himself as he sucked dreamily.
He looked up and saw Luke, eyes closed, head tossed back, hands running over Jack's crew cut. Jack had wanted this for selfish reasons—the taste, the hunger he'd carried for so long. But watching Luke respond, feeling him lose control? That was even better.
This is something so sweet, and only I can give it to you like this, he thought.
With less moaning and thrashing about, but no less heat, Jack and Luke continued until Luke started thrusting his cock into Jack’s mouth and holding his ears steady.
Anticipating Luke’s orgasm, Jack increased the speed of his hand on his own dick too, taking care that Luke climaxed first so Jack could savor the taste before he shot his own load.
“Fuck, Jack, that’s so good. I’m getting close… I’m gonna shoot…”
Jack didn’t pull away, just slowly held Luke’s release on his tongue before dreamily swallowing as Luke’s body convulsed. Jack finished himself off at the same time and collapsed, his head resting on Luke’s abs.
“Jack, that was … Wow,” Luke said.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Jack replied, basking in the heat radiating from Luke’s tight torso.
Jack’s breathing slowed again. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his cum from his belly. “I need to rinse off. Use your shower?”
In the bathroom, he noted the spa-like fixtures, décor, and toiletries. It felt like being at a resort, even with a rainforest showerhead and water so hot it could’ve been hard to leave if he stayed any longer.
But it was time to go. His mind was already shifting to tomorrow, his first real day on the job after today's visit. Jack had driven back to town with a good feeling, at least about the short-term prospects of what he was doing.
He did not connect that thought to what was happening with Luke. He liked to keep things separate as much as possible. It was easier that way most of the time.
If this mission here was about helping to see the next phase of his life, he wasn’t sure yet how, or even if, Luke might fit into that. And that was OK for now.
But he knew that there had never been anyone like Luke Calder in his life, and that the sex they had just shared was the most ecstatic experience he had had in ages, maybe ever.
When Jack came out of the bathroom, he dressed and got ready to leave. Luke was still in bed, propped against the pillows, sheet pulled to his waist.
He looked relaxed and sated. So sweet.
Jack sat on the edge of the bed. "Tonight has been amazing."
"It really has," Luke's smile was easy and genuine.
Jack's hand found Luke's thigh. "I should get back to the lodge. Big day tomorrow—my first real day on the job."
"Right. Of course." Luke's expression didn't change. "Go crush it, Professor."
Jack waited for Luke to ask him to stay. Or to look disappointed. Something.
But Luke just smiled that easy smile, as if this were exactly what he'd expected.
Maybe it was.
"I'll text you tomorrow?" Jack offered.
"Sure,” Luke said with no clear emotion. “Yeah."
Jack leaned down and kissed him. He meant it to be quick, but Luke's hand came up to the back of his neck and held him there. The kiss deepened, turning hungry again.
"Go," Luke said softly after pulling away.
Jack stood and grabbed his jacket. At the bedroom door, he paused, looking back.
Luke was watching him, expression unreadable. Composed but slightly guarded.
Jack took that as permission to leave without any drama, as Luke’s way of showing he could shut it off, too. Was this another of Luke’s tactics for Jack to note and file away? He nodded and walked out.
Outside, the crystalline air hit him like a slap. The snow had stopped, and Jack sat in the Jeep for a moment, letting the engine idle and the heater warm up.
He savored the taste of Luke still on his tongue, the smell of the eucalyptus bathroom soap lingering. He could still see Luke’s easy smile, the one that said I'm fine even when maybe he wasn't.
Jack put the Jeep in gear and drove back to the lodge. Tonight had been perfect —simple and clean, exactly what he wanted his first sex with Luke to be. Tomorrow meant a packed agenda.
He went inside and fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted and satisfied, and dreamed of the man he had just left.