[for Hunter]

[more_flexible]

[from here]

Hunter was utterly pliant, breath catching as fingers brushed his skin, groaning as Jack's mouth found his again. This all felt fucking awesome, but there was one problem; Hunter had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. His experience consisted of tricks (who were pretty much interested in getting their money's worth and moving on) and girls who were just as unexperienced with the innocent making out part as he was. And Maureen, but that had pretty much just been some amazing sex and that was all. This was different, and Hunter didn't know if he was supposed to be touching Jack back or taking off his pants or...what. All he knew for sure was when Jack kissed him he was sure as fuck returning that.

The kiss lingered and the minutes ticked by, but Jack barely noticed. He was consumed with finding just where to touch, and how. Focused on Hunter's lips and his tongue. More interested in the angles and curves of the lean, young body.

And he only became more interested when he got the impression that Hunter wasn't entirely sure what to do. Sure, he wasn't a virgin, but Jack had sort of assumed he'd do what felt good. His hand stopped roaming and he caught Hunter's wrist, bringing his hand against Jack's chest. "You can touch me if you want to," he murmured against the kiss. "Or not...you can lay back and let me do everything..."

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[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Hunter's eyes were closed--he wasn't sure exactly when that had happened, but it made it easier not to feel stupid at Jack's words. "...Should I get the condom?" he suggested, sounding a little confused even as his hand started slowly moving against Jack's chest, hesitantly starting to explore without even realizing he was doing it. This was all nice--okay, nice was such an understatement it wasn't even funny--but he was still waiting for Jack to get to the fucking part.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You got something better to do than me?" he asked, his lips moving away from Hunter's so he could map his throat. "I can hurry if you want, but you are..."

Jack breathed in the scent of him, ghosting his lips over the hollow of his throat. He shifted a little and stretched out beside Hunter, only half on him--enough to feel him with more than just lips and hands, but not enough that he was trapped beneath the weight of Jack's body.

"You are worth taking my time."

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Hunter tried to stifle the whimper that escaped him as Jack's body was pressed against his own, but it was no use. "Y-yeah?" he more gasped than said, feeling utterly overwhelmed all of the sudden--in the best way ever.

He licked his lips, his hands growing a little more bold in his exploration of Jack's skin though he was still mostly just lying there and fucking feeling. "Taking your time is...good," he managed in an unsteady voice that he barely recognized as his own.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Good," he repeated, steadily moving lower. There wasn't an inch that went untouched, unkissed, or in any way ignored. When Hunter responded to something he liked, Jack remembered and returned to it after devoting attention elswhere.

Finally, it was achingly apparent the shorts were in the way. Jack hooked his fingers in the waistband and eased them lower, kissing along the line of newly exposed skin. Soft sighs spilled against warm skin as Jack lost himself more every moment until the only thing in the whole world was Hunter.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Hunter's hips rose to help get his damn shorts out of the way, definitely on board for that plan. "Fuck," he breathed, enjoying all of the attention more than he would have thought possible, but starting to feel a little guilty about not doing much of anything for Jack. Not that he was about to say anything to make him stop; this was all too fucking incredible to stop before it had to. He'd forgotten the original purpose completely, no longer worried about how he was supposed to look like he knew what he was doing when he didn't. Now he just wanted more. His hand found Jack's hair, running through it restlessly as Jack's mouth and hands continued driving him slowly out of his damn mind.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Perfect response. As soon as he could, he pulled fluidly and disposed of the shorts off the edge of the bed. That meant rolling away for a second, and when he looked back all he could do was take in the sight of Hunter, completely naked.

"Beautiful," he murmured, sliding his fingertips across Hunter's stomach. "You're perfect."

He looked up and flashed a genuine grin, his eyes dark beneath heavy lids. Just a look, just a light touch. A little affection before he curled against him and found all new skin to kiss across the jut of Hunter's hips.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Hunter had never been called 'beautiful' before, not by anyone. It brought a deeper flush to his skin than was already there. "I'm n--" But his protest was cut off by a whimper as Jack's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot, his hips twitching as he gasped unsteadily, one hand fisting in the blanket covering his bed as the other did the same in Jack's hair reflexively.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

There were things that were safe and things that weren't, and Jack straddled the line with frightening care. His mouth found the places along Hunter's hips and thighs that made him gasp and jerk, his tongue laved over the shaft of his cock, then darted away at the very last second before anything really risky happened.

It was a dance; it was a complicated dance and Jack hadn't had to be this careful in a long time. And not just because of the disease...the more he explored, the more he realized that Hunter had likely never been treated with any sort of respect or tenderness in regard to sex. He had no clue if he'd been with anyone his own age. He hadn't cared to ask. All he really cared about was making this an experience to remember.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

Jack's attentions were leaving Hunter breathless and incoherent, experiencing sensations he never thought possible. It was almost unbearable, how sensitive and alive his skin felt as Jack's tongue moved over it, dragging helpless whimpers and moans from his throat that he had no way of stopping even if he'd thought to try.

He sat up abruptly, tugging at Jack's hair and pulling him up to kiss him, something he wouldn't have dreamed of doing not too long ago. It had just become too much to lie still for suddenly, and he needed to do something, to be a part of what was happening to him. It felt like his entire fucking body was throbbing with each beat of his heart as he kissed Jack, shifting as he reached for the waistband of Jack's pants.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack groaned and pressed into the kiss, devouring the eager lips and tongue. Getting his own pants out of the way was a good idea, perfectly timed.

"Jesus, you taste good," Jack murmured into the kiss, hands roaming Hunter's body. Everything was a blur of motion, breath and touch, and that Hunter had finally decided to join in made it all the better.

[hnb-hustler.livejournal.com]

The sweatpants were easily removed, especially with Jack helping. He groaned softly, one arm clamped around Jack as the other one explored newly-bared skin, moving over his thigh, his hip, sliding between them to graze his cock.