His thighs were trembling so hard he could barely hold himself up. Slowly, he lowered himself to Jack’s lap.
Jack’s broken groan ripped through him and for a moment he worried he’d jarred Jack’s leg. But Jack cupped his shoulders, holding him there firmly, and when Simon’s mind cleared he felt the hardness he was sitting on. He moved experimentally, pressing this way and that, and watched Jack’s eyes roll back.
“Fuck, baby, stop for a second.” Jack sucked in a breath. “You’re—Shit, that’s so sweet. You wanna feel it too?”
Simon nodded, heart pounding in his ears.
“C’mere.”
Jack pulled himself more upright and settled Simon’s full weight back on his lap. Simon tipped his hips forward and Oh, fuck, there it was.
Jack rearranged himself and then they were moving together, hard cocks straining against one another in their pants. It was so very, very much, but with each minute that passed it became more frustrating.
Simon whined and Jack kissed him hard.
“Simon,” he said when they broke the kiss. “I wanna touch your dick. I wanna—fuck—I wanna feel you lose it. Wanna touch you till you come all over us.”
A bolt of pure lust ripped through Simon and set him shaking. He fumbled with his fly. He pulled at Jack’s sweatpants until Jack got the hint and eased them down his thighs along with Simon’s jeans.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Jack muttered, tracing the head of Simon’s cock with his finger. Simon’s hips bucked violently at that first touch and he gasped, bracing himself on Jack’s shoulders.
“Oh, yeah, darlin’. I want to touch you fucking everywhere.” He stroked Simon’s cock slowly, gently, then a little bit harder, a little bit faster, making everything go liquid and hot.
“I want to touch every inch of you, inside and out. Wanna make you scream and beg and come until you can’t come anymore.”
“Ungh!” Simon babbled, feeling like his skin was too tight for the arousal roiling inside him. “Jack, p-please,” he managed. He held on with one hand and with the other, he reached down slowly and wrapped his hand around the first erection other than his own that he’d ever touched.
Jack was big and uncut and Simon could feel his pulse through his veins. At the first squeeze, Jack’s hips bucked up and Simon fell backward, which sent Jack into a flurry of cursing.
“S-sorry. I’m too big.”
“Goddamn my leg,” Jack hissed finally. “I want to do fucking everything to you and this damn thing.” Then, as if Simon’s words had finally caught up with him, he furrowed his brow. “You’re the perfect size. And if I hadn’t fucked myself all up—” He broke off and blew out an angry breath.
Then he pulled his good leg up, foot resting on the couch, and held Simon’s hips so Simon couldn’t fall backward.
“C’mere,” he said then, eyes hot. Simon let himself be arranged so that his cock pressed to Jack’s. His eyelashes fluttered at the sensation of that hot, velvet flesh against his own.
“So hot, darlin’. You just move however you want. I promise I’ll fuckin love it.”
Simon braced his hands on Jack’s shoulders again and ground his hips down, undulating to the rhythm his body demanded. His pulse got stronger and stronger until he felt it in his ears and temples, in his cock and balls, in his asshole and in his gut. He was hard and leaking and so was Jack. That press of hot, slick, swollen flesh was all Simon could think about.
Jack’s hips pulsed up too, tiny movements that spurred the heat between them even higher.
Heart pounding, cock pulsing, Simon kissed Jack desperately. Jack groaned when their mouths met, and his palms on Simon’s back were strong and hungry. Tongue in Simon’s mouth, Jack hauled him down so they were belly to belly, chest to chest.
“Oh, fuck,” Jack said into the kiss when Simon’s weight pressed their erections together again. He reached between their bellies and when his hand closed around their hard lengths, Simon nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Oh! Oh, oh,” he heard himself say. He slung his arms around Jack’s neck, suddenly afraid that the dark, pounding surf gathering deep within him would rip him away forever.
Jack’s strong arm held him tight and Jack’s other hand worked them, sloppy and straining and better than anything Simon had ever imagined.
He heard someone whimper and realized it was him but he couldn’t care because suddenly the world aligned with a shocking snap. Jack’s hand tightened just so and the drag of his palm against Simon’s skin had him soaring, grinding, clutching, writhing. Then the sky cracked open and pleasure tore through him, shattering him apart.
In wrenching spasms he came into Jack’s hand and over Jack’s cock and as if from a distance he heard Jack shout and felt Jack’s heat added to his own.
Simon shook and Jack kept stroking them lightly, which sent tingles and shivers skating along every nerve ending.