Operation Fake Relationship

Jackson’s lips quirked. “I thought you were going to say something else there for a minute.”

Nick laughed. “Yeah, well. That’s pretty big too, but that’s not why I love you either. That’s just a bonus.”

“I think you’ll find it’s a bon-er.”

“Is it?” Nick reached down to check. “No it’s not. Lies.”

“It will be in a minute if you keep squeezing it.”

“Awesome. Are we done talking for now?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Cool. In that case”—Nick started to wriggle down the bed—“I’d like to use my mouth for something else.” He pulled Jackson’s underwear down and off. “Lie on your back.”

Nick settled between his thighs and nuzzled his balls, breathing in the musky scent as Jackson’s cock hardened against his cheek. When he finally took it into his mouth, Jackson groaned. He put his hands in Nick’s hair. “Feels so good.”

“Mmm.” It felt good for Nick too. He sucked Jackson deeper, stroking his balls and reaching to rub lightly on the skin behind them.

“Yeah.” Jackson spread his legs wider, drawing his knees up in clear invitation.

Nick paused long enough to lick his fingers, before getting back to sucking while he teased Jackson’s hole with a wet fingertip.

“Do it!”

A surge of desire lit Nick up like a Christmas tree as he eased his finger inside. Damn. He was tight. Nick knew enough about Jackson’s sex life to know that he was almost exclusively a top. The vice-like grip on his finger proved it.

He stopped sucking and used his hand to stroke instead. “Relax. If you want it. Stop fighting it.”

Jackson gave a huff of frustration. “I’m trying.”

“You got any lube in here? That would help.”

“Maybe? Try the bedside drawer.”

Nick’s rummaging was rewarded as he found a half-full bottle lurking at the back. There were condoms there too; those might come in handy later if Jackson wanted to fuck him again. Then again, Jackson might just want a finger in the butt and a blow job tonight. Nick was okay with that. There would be plenty more opportunities for him to get fucked by Jackson now they’d got their feelings out in the open.

He got back to jerking Jackson off while he worked a finger inside him. The lube helped, and Jackson seemed more relaxed on the second attempt. “Does that feel okay?” Nick asked, curling his finger and rubbing gently.

“It feels amazing actually,” Jackson said breathlessly. “Fuck. I’d forgotten how good it feels having something in my arse.”

“Reckon you can handle more?”

“Let’s find out.” A second finger slipped in relatively easily. Jackson tensed for a moment and then relaxed with a groan. “Yeah. That’s still good.”

After a couple more minutes, Jackson said, “I’m getting pretty close. But I don’t want to come yet.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Will you fuck me?”

Had Nick heard that right? “Hell, yeah! But… are you sure? I thought you didn’t normally—”

“I don’t. But yeah, I’m sure. I want you to do it.”

“Shit. Okay.” Flustered at the surprise request, Nick had a sudden flash of performance anxiety. He let his fingers slip free. “I’ll just find a condom. I saw some a minute ago. Hang on.”

His hands shook as he tore the wrapper open.

“Nick?” Jackson’s voice was soft. “You okay?”

“Yeah…. Bollocks! It’s the wrong way around. Gimme a sec.” His nerves and the delay meant his erection was flagging a little.

“Slow down. There’s no rush. We can do something different if you want.”

“No! I want to do this. I just…. I’m a bit nervous that’s all.” His cheeks heated at the admission. “This all feels like a really big deal… the whole you and me thing, and me topping when I don’t do that very often. I’m worried I’ll cock it up.”

Jackson grinned. “Pun intended?”

Nick gave a burst of anxious laughter and immediately felt a little better. “No. It wasn’t actually.”

“It will be good,” Jackson said. “Even if we cock it up, it will be good because it’s you and me. Because it’s us.”

“Okay.” Nick took a deep breath and blew away the last of his uncertainty. “Yeah. You’re right.” He took hold of his cock and started to squeeze and stroke. It didn’t take long for him to be back ready for action.

Once he was hard, Jackson took the condom and rolled it on for him. The firm grip of his hand sent a thrill of anticipation rushing through Nick’s body.

“You ready?” Nick asked.

“Yeah.”

Nick took it very carefully, easing his way in and watching Jackson for any sign of discomfort. “Okay?”

“Yep.” The word was clipped, his voice tense, so Nick didn’t push any deeper. He waited, letting Jackson adjust to the sensation.

“Keep going,” Jackson said.

Nick pushed in all the way. “That’s it.” He grinned. “Still okay?”

“Yeah.” This time Jackson’s tone was softer and he returned Nick’s smile. “You gonna fuck me then, or what?”

“Well, excuse me for taking it slowly, Mr Impatient.” Nick drew back and thrust in.