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He moans and bucks his hips up again, so hard and the sun's warm on him and Jack's mouth seems to be everywhere and it's so nice to just not think. He leans back a bit, tugging his own shirt off before pressing in again, trailing kisses across Jack's collarbone.

With his shirt out of the way Jack pressed closer, bare chest to bare chest and ground his hips against Mike's, his hand between them, tightening, moving, pulling against him just to hear him growl again. Crushing his mouth against Mike's again, the remnants of everything fell away. It was just them, right here, right now. The only thing that mattered was this.


monday afternoon

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

Mike groans something that might have been his name and kisses him like there's nothing else in the world, biting and sucking at his tongue. Jack's hand on his cock is doing the most evil, wonderful things to him and the idea of what his mouth might be capable of makes his head spin pleasantly. Suddenly staying upright seems like too much trouble and he slips down and back, pulling Jack with him.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He fell along with him fluidly, mouth eager and hungry for the kisses...and more. He writhed against Mike as he tore away from the kiss to trail tongue and teeth down his neck, lingering at the hollow of his throat before moving lower.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head back, gasping at Jack's teeth on his neck and lightly scratching his fingers down his spine, thrusting up and grinding helplessly against him. Fuck, this is good. This is exactly what he needed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, he purred, but paused to look up. "No marks," he whispered before carving kisses down Mike's chest. He circled each niple in turn and raked his teeth along the bottom of his ribs before nuzzling against his stomach.

Agonizingly slowly, he pulled his hand free and slid Mike's pants lower, trying to keep them high enough on his ass to keep the sand out. It wasn't like that was what his target was, anyhow. Lips and tongue, teeth and breath made their way down as he worshiped every inch of skin.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"No," Mike murmurs at the sky. "No, much too pretty for that... ah, fuck." His hands drift back up to Jack's head, curling through his hair, the ache to have more of what's happening now and more of what's coming warring in his head. Jack's mouth is soft heaven, and where did he learn to do these things with his tongue? He closes his eyes and arches his back, murmuring incoherently.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack sighed softly at the feeling of Mike's hands in his hair and looked up at him under his lashes as he parted his lips and let his tongue circle the head of his cock, wetting him, getting him ready. He moved lower and licked from root to end along the vein on the bottom, savoring the taste and smell and the heat of the blood pulsing against his tongue.

He exhaled slowly, breath cooling the wet skin quickly, then closed his lips around his cock and pushed forward, his tongue slipping experly against him as he sucked him deep into his throat.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

The teasing of Jack's tongue alone is almost enough to drive him out of his mind and when he feels lips and wet heat encircling him he twists his head to the side and makes a rough sound somewhere between a moan and a sob. It's so fucking good, and he can't stop his hips from jerking slightly, his fingers tightening involuntarily in Jack's hair.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Laying a hand on his hip, Jack moved slowly at first, pulling back and plunging forward as he pulled at Mike to encourage him to meet him thrust for thrust. Faster and faster he drove down, deep and hard. He slid his tongue from side to side, pressing up and circling every pass as her reached the end.

Listening to Mike react, feeling his body move and watching his face was enough to inspire him, but it was the fingers tight in hair that made him groan around his cock, sucking until his cheeks pulled in to touch every inch with soft, skilled warmth.

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He moans again and thrusts up into Jack's mouth, every nerve in his body humming and electric with it, hot and slick. The noises he's making are rhythmic now, gasps and little breathy cries. He doesn't know how long he can last like this, doesn't want it to be over too quickly, can't seem to control his limbs. One hand leaves Jack's hair and drags up his own skin, finding a nipple and pinching, wanting a tiny spike of pain to make it all sweeter.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

As the pulse against his tongue increased and the cock in his mouth jerked, Jack watched Mike while he slowed incrementally until he was perfectly still. He kept sucking rhythmically, his tongue undulating along the under side, skin slipping back and forth along his shaft.

Gods, Mike was gorgeous to watch. Jack didn't try to stop his hips from driving him deeper, and when he saw his fingers working his own nipple, Jack dug his nails into the sensitive skin of his hips.

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

A rough groan tears out of him again and he forces his eyes open, wanting to look down at Jack, wanting to see. The stillness and his nails and the movement of Jack's tongue is maddening and his own tongue slips out to moisten his suddenly dry lips, his eyes huge and liquid and his finger still pinching at his nipple. "You are," he gasps, "amazing."