Since he and Jack had begun whatever this was, Simon felt like his body had come alive. It wasn’t just the pleasure of when Jack stroked him off—although that was sublime. It was that he’d discovered a new language. A language that didn’t depend on his ability to speak.
He felt like a whole new world had opened up to him. If he wanted to give comfort, he could put a hand on Jack’s thigh. If he got scared or uncertain, he could press his forehead to Jack’s shoulder and know that Jack’s arms would come around him. When he wanted a kiss, he could lift his face and receive one.
It was so simple. In fact, it was the reason he’d always loved animals. A pat, a lick, a nuzzle spoke volumes. But the ability to communicate with another person this way felt like it had changed everything.
Now, when Jack came up behind him from the kitchen, Simon only had to let his weight tip backward slightly to rest against Jack’s chest and Jack nuzzled his hair and wrapped his arms around Simon’s stomach, crutches hanging off his wrists.
The scent of Jack’s shampoo and soap enveloped him as surely as Jack’s sweatshirt-covered arms and he relaxed into Jack’s embrace.
“Walk okay?” Jack asked, nosing his ear.
Simon nodded and tipped his head to the side. Jack pressed a soft kiss behind his ear that made him shiver. Feeling brave, Simon pressed his hips backward and felt Jack’s cock start to harden.
“Mmm. Wanna go make out?” Jack said lightly, but when Simon turned to look at him his eyes were hot.
They made their way to Jack’s room, closing the door quickly behind them to avoid canine or feline company.
Jack pressed Simon to the door, tipped his chin back, and kissed him. Simon melted into him and kissed him back. The image of Jack from earlier, muscles straining with effort, came back to him, only this time he imagined Jack’s hips pulsing, his neck cording with pleasure as—
Simon groaned and dropped his head to Jack’s shoulder.
“Y’okay, darlin’?”
Simon nodded.
Earlier, Simon’s medication had made his thigh muscles twitch. Sometimes the twitches moved from there to the muscles of his ass. He hadn’t told Jack this, worried it would be a turn-off. Because what he wanted—what he really wanted...
“I—I...” Jack slid his hand inside Simon’s shirt and ran a hand up his spine, half soothing, half arousing. “I want, um...”
“Yeah?” Jack’s voice dropped an octave, as if he knew what Simon was going to say.
Simon’s face burned. He grabbed Jack’s ass and pulled their hips together.
“Oh, shit,” Jack gasped as their erections ground together. He kissed Simon again. Then he grabbed him and started to lift him to the bed, remembered about his leg, and roared in frustration. “Dammit, I wanna throw you on that bed,” he growled, sounding so brutish and so pouty at the same time that Simon laughed.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, and this time the words came out just fine.
Jack was on him so fast it was like his leg had miraculously healed.
“Yeah?”
“If you want?” Simon teased.
Jack’s grin turned hungry and his pupils blew.
“I want very much,” he said, voice so low that it rumbled through Simon’s chest.
They kissed until they were straining together, hands everywhere, losing clothing as it got in the way. When they were both naked, Simon took in the man lying next to him. Jack was strong and vigorous, every muscle engaged. There were freckles on his shoulders that Simon hadn’t seen before. His broad chest and thick thighs were dusted with hair a shade darker than the copper on his head. The hair between his legs was even darker, and his erection was as impressively vigorous as the rest of him.
He was so gorgeous that Simon couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch him. In wonder, he ran one finger from Jack’s belly button down to his cock and watched the muscles in Jack’s stomach and thighs bunch. He continued, tracing his finger along the silken skin of Jack’s erection. Jack was breathing heavily, but made no move to stop him.
He circled the tip of Jack’s cock, gathering the moisture there, and brought his finger to his mouth. The taste exploded on his tongue, musky and salty, and Jack groaned, then drew him down into a slow, hot kiss, tasting himself.
Lying side by side they had easy access to each other’s bodies and as they kissed they got tangled up together, stroking, squeezing, thrusting. Every inch of Simon’s skin pulsed with a hot awareness. He threw his leg over Jack’s hip to press them closer together. Jack palmed his ass, squeezing, then stroking, then tracing between his cheeks. When Jack’s fingers found his hole and rubbed the sensitive skin there, Simon shuddered.
Jack pressed a kiss to his cheekbone and pulled his leg higher, exposing him to questing fingers. Slowly, so slowly, Jack stirred his nerve endings to arousal, stroking, tapping, pressing just a little. All the while, he kissed Simon, tongue hot and claiming.