Operation Fake Relationship

Both hands on the headboard, Jackson began to move his hips carefully, testing to see how much Nick could handle.

Nick made a sound of encouragement. He grabbed Jackson’s arse, digging his fingers in and encouraging Jackson to give him more. As Jackson’s cock hit the back of his throat he grunted, but didn’t try to stop him from moving.

Jackson bit back a groan as he remembered they had to be quiet. He clamped his mouth shut and gritted his teeth, fighting to contain the sounds that wanted to break free as he thrust slowly in and out. The swirl of Nick’s tongue and the suction of his mouth felt incredible, but it was the sight of him that was almost too much to bear. Cheeks pink and with an adorable frown of concentration on his brow, Nick’s gaze was fixed on Jackson. There was an intensity in his eyes that made it impossible for Jackson to look away.

Although he was the one in the dominant position, he felt utterly powerless. Nick was the one guiding his movements, coaxing him to the brink and keeping him there by slowing down just as Jackson was about to come.

“Nick, please!” he hissed as Nick put the flat of one hand against Jackson’s hips, holding him away so he could lick the tip, torturing Jackson with featherlight strokes of his tongue.

“What?” Nick asked, all innocence.

“You’re killing me.” Jackson’s cock jerked.

Nick licked off the precome that escaped, still only using his tongue and not sucking properly. But it was enough to push Jackson that little bit closer.

“Do you want me to come all over your face?” he asked desperately. “Because if you don’t stop teasing me, it’s going to happen.”

“Yeah?” Nick grinned. “That sounds pretty fucking hot actually.” He wrapped his hand around Jackson and started to jerk him off, saying, “Do it!”

Most of Jackson’s fantasies about Nick had involved Nick’s arse. But as he stroked his cock and gazed at Nick’s upturned face he wondered why he hadn’t imagined this, because holy shit this was so fucking hot.

“Gonna come,” he managed, but his warning was a little late because the first shot splashed right across Nick’s cheek and into one eye, making him flinch.

“Shit. Sorry.” Jackson aimed lower, getting Nick’s lips and chin with the next lot before the final feeble spurt trickled over his own fist.

“Ow!” Eyes shut, Nick scrunched his face up in discomfort. “That stings like a bitch. Quick! Get me a tissue or something.”

Jackson looked around helplessly. There were no tissues anywhere that he could see. He leapt up and grabbed his underwear off the floor and wiped his hands on them, before picking up Nick’s and bringing them to the bed. “Here.” He pressed them into Nick’s hand. “Better than nothing.”

“Thanks.” Nick wiped his face and then cranked his eyes open to see what he was holding and laughed. “Nice.”

“First thing I could think of. Are you okay?” He peered at Nick whose eye looked red and sore.

“Just about. I’d better go and rinse it though.” He got up and pulled on his jeans before letting himself out of their room.

While he was gone, Jackson put on some clean underwear and then checked the bed. Luckily there was only a tiny wet spot on one of the pillows, which wouldn’t be noticeable once it was dry.

Nick returned smelling of toothpaste. He smiled ruefully at Jackson, one eye noticeably red and bloodshot. “Been a while since anyone got me in the eye. I’d forgotten the hazards of facials.”

“Let me see.” Jackson beckoned for him to sit down on the bed. He put his hand on Nick’s cheek and tilted his face towards the light. “Oh shit. I’m really sorry. That looks sore.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was my own fault. I asked for it.”

Jackson chuckled. “Yeah. I guess you did.”

They smiled at each other and Jackson’s heart swelled. But even as he felt the rush of affection for Nick it was doused by a cold trickle of anxiety. How were they ever going to get back to their old version of normal, when laughing about him coming all over Nick’s face didn’t feel odd at all?

Ten

Nick lay awake listening to the sound of Jackson’s breathing. Deep, slow, and regular, it sounded as though Jackson was asleep but Nick wasn’t sure. He thought about asking, but decided not to risk waking him.

Craving comfort, he rolled onto his side and hugged his pillow. He wished he could snuggle up to Jackson, but he didn’t know whether that was a good idea. Everything between them was different—temporarily at least—but he wasn’t sure exactly what the new boundaries were.

As the post-sex high wore off, Nick felt more and more anxious.

What the fuck were we thinking?

But the we was hardly fair, because in his heart Nick knew that nothing would have happened if he hadn’t initiated it. Sure, Jackson had been a willing partner in what had followed, but Nick had lit the fuse. This was all down to him.