Diplomacy

getting rid of their trousers. Jack couldn’t help but notice that Lucas was as hard as he was underneath his boxers.
    As Jack was toeing off his socks, Lucas tackled him, throwing them down on the bed with a surprising force. He was pinned down underneath the young man, their fingers entwined, hands raised above their heads and his mouth invaded by Lucas’s tongue. Jack didn’t know whether to surrender completely or fight the young man a bit. As he tried to move his arms around, Lucas shifted his body to get better leverage and created some much needed friction for their still clothed cocks. His grip on Jack’s hands was unnecessarily tight, and he was breathing heavily as he came up for air in between kisses. Jack could feel Lucas’s heartbeat through his chest. When Jack tried to move again, Lucas halted and raised himself a bit. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Jack smiled up at the glorious sight of Lucas leaning over him, his dark curls hanging down around his beautiful face and his eyes dark with lust. “No, I don’t ever want you to stop. I’ve been waiting for this for thirty years.”
    “Ooooh,” Lucas answered looking pained, “I wasn’t even born thirty years ago.”
    “Don’t remind me,” Jack sighed, smiling.
    Lucas looked Jack in the eyes and started moving his groin slowly back and forth. “Is this what you want?”
    Jack could only nod. The friction between their hard cocks and the thin layers of fabric separating them made it difficult for him to think straight. Lucas’s movements were slow and deliberate. He still held Jack’s hands in his own and kept looking at his lover.
    “Open your eyes, Jack, I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours turn liquid.”

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    Jack hadn’t even realized he had closed them, but when he looked up, his sight was blurry, out of focus. He felt the tension mount in his belly as Lucas kept up his steady grinding and he knew he was going to come, like a teenager, without even really being touched.
    “Luke, I…. I’m…”
    “Just let it happen, Jack, just let it,” Lucas whispered. “I’ll catch you.”
    Jack struggled to keep his eyes open as Lucas had requested. He knew he was going to come, maybe one more push… Then he heard a low groan and only barely recognized his own voice as he saw a broad smile break on his lover’s face.
    Lucas leaned down and Jack only just registered their foreheads touching through the haze of his bliss. “You’re beautiful when you come, Jack.” He was breathing hard. The release of tension was immense and slowly Jack started to understand what had just happened. “You’re still…” Lucas kissed his temple. “It’s okay, we have time.”
    “I want to touch you,” Jack replied, feeling courageous.
    Lucas smiled broadly and moved his left hand along with Jack’s right down between their two bodies. As Jack slid his hand underneath Lucas’s boxers, the Brit stroked Jack’s arm gently. Jack tenderly enveloped Lucas’s bone hard member, and he felt the young man shudder at the touch.
    “God, yes, Jack, your hand feels good.”
    It felt strange to hold another man’s cock in his hand, but at the same time, it also felt right. Jack started stroking gently but firmly and heard Lucas moan with every move he made. He knew the young man was close. “Come for me, Luke,” he whispered, urging the young man to relinquish control.
    Jack felt Lucas thrust desperately, the young man’s back arched under his fingertips and with a long drawn out shudder, he finally came.
    Jack became aware of the warm sticky liquid on his hand even as he heard Lucas sob out his cry of release. “So long, oh God, I’ve wanted that for so long, Jack.” The voice trailed into silence as the slim body relaxed in Jack’s arms, still trembling in the aftermath.
    Jack floated off to sleep, still entangled with Lucas as he heard the young man murmur “… and we only just got started…” 68 | Z a h r a O w e n s

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Chapter Ten
    LUCAS woke up when he felt something stir underneath him. He didn’t want to get up just yet, but when he remembered what had happened, his eyes flew open immediately. He was in a hotel suite with Jack, and they only had about thirty-six hours together, so he wasn’t going to waste them sleeping.
    There was almost no light coming through the curtains now, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see Jack’s face turned toward him, his