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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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[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."