Chapter 43 – Jack
JACK
They drove in silence through the starlit night, halfway up the hill to the Midpoint Lodge, with Luke’s head resting on Jack’s shoulder the entire drive, his hand softly stroking Jack’s inner thigh.
At a stoplight, Jack turned and kissed the top of Luke’s head.
The fundraiser had gone perfectly, and they finally, blessedly, could be alone together.
Jack wanted to hold Luke in his arms, smile at him, and fall asleep together.
But first, he had a lot of sweet, hot lovemaking in mind for them. He wanted it to feel like the moment when he picked up Luke on roller skates earlier. Blissful, natural, with no worries amid their joy.
The silence of the Summit Spire was absolute, a welcome relief from the sensory overload of the past few hours. The air smelled of cedar and embers from the fireplace. Marley was quietly snoring on a rug in the corner.
Jack, still in his tux and black shoes, pulled Luke in for a kiss. “My baby.”
Luke kissed him back softly. “My man.”
They held each other and swayed for a few seconds, Jack nibbling at Luke’s neck and Luke caressing Jack’s powerful back through his tuxedo jacket.
They undressed each other slowly, with Luke first removing Jack’s jacket and draping it over a chair.
Jack took off Luke’s headband and tussled his golden curls.
Luke methodically unbuttoned the crisp white formal shirt while Jack removed his cufflinks and then pulled Luke’s Xanadu tank top over his head.
They caressed each other’s shoulders and backs, holding eye contact, moving deliberately, and smiling with intent.
Soon, they were free of their contrasting costumes, naked, pressed together at last, hard cocks together but not rushing. Jack’s hands went to Luke’s ass, and Luke brushed a hand on Jack’s shiny black hair, nuzzling his neck as he did so.
Somehow, they ended up against the giant picture window overlooking the lights of town, so high no one could see them, with the room lights on and the curtains open. They were above treeline, almost above the clouds, and no one could see or touch them now.
Luke turned his back to Jack and watched the town lights twinkle.
Jack caressed Luke’s abs and pecs from behind before returning his focus to Luke’s sculpted butt. He knelt and spread Luke’s ass. Jack pecked, licked, and open-mouth-kissed him there, before seeking to devour Luke, bit by bit, lick by lick.
Neither man spoke. There was no need. This time, they knew how to please each other, revisit favorite spots, and find new curves in the road. Jack’s tongue explored Luke with tactical precision, and Luke’s knees buckled, knocking into the cold glass.
Jack quickly found the lube and slicked himself up.
When he slipped his cock into Luke, he met no resistance but felt a snug, welcoming home and a sense of completeness.
It was as if Luke had completely opened himself to Jack and then enveloped Jack’s body with his own.
Luke let out a low moan, misting the cold glass at his face while Jack’s hot flesh continued grinding high up inside him.
Luke kept his eyes open, watching the lights of the town, then catching Jack’s gaze in the reflection.
From behind, Jack was all long lines and coiled strength. His legs were braced wide and steady, lean muscle flexing with each slow movement, dark hair dusting his thighs and the backs of his legs.
Jack rose slightly with each deliberate drive forward, lifting onto the balls of his feet, grounding himself.
When he pressed closer, he stayed there—tall, unwavering—his breath hot at Luke’s neck, his chest against Luke’s back.
His hands stayed firm on Luke’s hips, thumbs digging in when Luke pushed back instinctively, when the need to move met the need to be held.
With each slow, questing probe, Jack was pressing for just a little bit more, a little bit more.
He meant this powerful fuck to be more than sex, more than friendship, more than admiration.
He wanted Luke to feel claimed and to know that Luke was claiming him at the same time.
Feverishly, frenetically, he believed it was all unfolding between them.
They continued their standing screw until Luke began grinding his ass down onto Jack, corkscrewing it around as if he were trying to hit that special spot that would send him over the top.
Jack picked up his speed, pummeling Luke’s hole with the perfect harmonic convergence of Luke’s own reverse thrusting and squeezing.
Jack wrapped his arms around Luke’s shoulders and pecs, securing him in place as far down onto him as possible.
He wanted Luke to feel like Jack’s powerful cock was the only thing lifting him to the sky, that his arms would never let him fall.
Luke grunted and shot against the window, a private splash marking all they had achieved tonight and in recent weeks. With his release, Luke’s inner walls clenched around Jack, who was finally free to let himself flood Luke with his seed.
They stood, heaving for a moment, and Jack swiped Luke’s cum off the window, then brought his fingers to his mouth.
“Mine,” he said.
They enjoyed dinner from room service and then took a dip in the hot tub, where they relaxed and looked at the stars. Jack identified some of the constellations.
"Is there anything you don't know?" Luke teased.
"Yeah," Jack said. "I don't know why my cock thinks we're 15 years old." He stood up, showing his hard-on above the bubbling water. "I guess he can't get enough of you."
Luke smirked and stood, his own erection evident. "Mine's the same way about you."
They groped together in a wet, steamy kiss, water sluicing down their bodies. Luke's hands slid down Jack's back, those combat scars he knew by heart, and lower.
He turned Jack around gently, pressing him forward against the edge of the tub.
"Yeah?" Luke murmured against Jack's ear.
Jack's breath caught. "Yeah. God, yes."
Luke kissed down Jack's neck, his spine, taking his time, although Jack felt Luke’s hard cock brush against his leg. He spread Jack open, and when Luke pressed inside, Jack made that sound, a moan, an oomph, a grunt from somewhere deep inside him.
"Good?" Luke asked, holding still as Jack adjusted.
"So good." Jack pushed back slightly. "Move. Please."
Luke did, steady and deep, his hands gripping Jack's hips as Jack braced against the tub's edge. The water lapped and sloshed between them, steam rising in the cool night air.
The stars wheeled overhead. The mountain was silent except for their breathing, the water, and the small sounds Jack made when Luke hit that spot inside him.
Jack came with a shout that echoed off the mountains, his whole body shaking.
Luke followed moments later, pressing his forehead between Jack's shoulder blades, feeling Jack's heart hammering and his breath coming in gasps.
They stayed like that for a long moment, the water settling warm around them.
Then Jack laughed—breathless, amazed—and Luke joined him, carefully pulling out and turning Jack around to kiss him.
"Jesus," Jack said against his mouth.
"Yeah."
They soaked a while longer, wrapped around each other, fingers pruned, stars bright overhead.
Eventually, they made their way inside for a long, hot shower, washing each other with slow, careful hands, and then to bed.
Jack built up the fire while Luke settled under the covers with Marley at his feet.
"This has been the night of my life,” Jack said in the glow, pulling Luke close. “I don’t want just to handle things anymore. I want to build them with you and share everything with you. I meant it before, and I’ll never stop meaning it or saying it. I love you, Luke. I love you so much."
Luke took Jack's hand in his and kissed it.
"I love you, too,” Luke said, pulling Jack’s hand over his heart.