Diplomacy

get ready, just as Jack had predicted.

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    Fits of giggles and a ferocious tickling, followed by a pillow fight had ended up with Jack pushed face first into the door leading to the bathroom. Lucas had apologized for his roughness, but only half seriously.
    “You’re asking for it, Jack; you do realize it, don’t you?” Lucas asked.
    Not easily put off, Jack simply answered. “You’re just happy that we don’t have a daughter here who can listen in.” Lucas pulled down the plush white bathrobe that only just hung on Jack’s shoulders and pressed his body against his lover’s. “All the more reason to make you moan so loud that Stacey’s going to be banging on that door again, asking what the hell I think I’m doing to you.”
    “Fuck,” was all Jack could mutter.
    “You think so?” Lucas asked teasingly as he offered two fingers for Jack to lick. “Better make them nice and slippery, because that’s all the lube I have right here.”
    Jack took his time, tasting the slight saltiness of Lucas’s slender fingers. He could tell Lucas was growing a little impatient, rubbing against his back, still he didn’t rush. The young Brit was clearly getting aroused, but nowhere near as much as Jack. As Lucas placed his left hand flat on Jack’s stomach, Jack realized he was glad he had the door to lean against.
    He moved his legs apart a little and opened his mouth to let out a low groan as one of Lucas’s saliva covered fingers breach him roughly. They were so used to being quiet, always keeping in the back of their minds that just a few doors away, their daughter was sleeping. Only now they were half a world away from her and Jack didn’t care who heard them as he felt the burn of Lucas’s second finger subside and sheer ecstasy took over.
    Lucas knew his lover’s body well, knew just how much roughness Jack could take. He also knew he could get Jack off with just his fingers, but that they didn’t dare do this with AnnElise in the other room, since all that twisting and pumping of his fingers made for a very loud response from his lover. Jack moaned with every movement, and this sent all Lucas’s blood rushing to his cock. He curled his fingers slightly and brushed over the most sensitive area of his lover’s body, making Jack shudder.
    “Fuck, Luke!” Jack shouted as his breathing became ragged. Lucas pushed him against the door with more force, and then touched his sweet 204 | Z a h r a O w e n s

    spot again, knowing that Jack’s knees would give out eventually. Lucas felt his lover’s stomach muscles contract and the ring around his fingers tighten. Jack was moaning almost constantly as Lucas stopped moving his hand and let the American set the pace, thrusting back onto Lucas’s fingers and sending himself over the edge after just a few moves.
    Lucas wrapped his arms around Jack and supported him as he slowly sank to the floor. He crawled on top of him and kissed him passionately, rubbing his own leaking cock against Jack’s slippery stomach.
    “You’re not done yet,” Jack whispered against Lucas’s mouth.
    “Want to watch me come?” the younger man asked seductively.
    Jack nodded. “Always.” He caressed Lucas’s thighs as the Brit righted himself, then watched Lucas’s teasing face as the young man stroked his cock with long determined pulls. Jack loved to watch Lucas pleasure himself, loved how he bit his lower lip, trying not to make too much noise.
    “I want to hear you, Luke, I didn’t hold back,” Jack urged him on as he lifted his hand to touch Lucas’s.
    “Don’t,” Lucas replied, pushing away Jack’s hand, “just…
    watch… just… see… what you do… to me.”
    His fisting movements became more uncoordinated as his breath grew ragged. “God… Jack…”
    Lucas’s face contorted, and he let out a low, throaty moan as he came, splattering all over his own hand and Jack’s stomach.
    The American reached up, cupping Lucas’s head as he slumped down onto his lover’s body. They remained wrapped around each other for some time, as Lucas caught his breath.
    “We better shower if we want to look presentable at Stacey’s wedding, honey,” Jack eventually said.
    “Mmmh,” Lucas nodded, rubbing his face against Jack’s neck.

    “YOU look nice in that suit, Mr. Christensen,” Lucas mentioned as he was helping Jack tie his cravat.

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    “Well, tails look good on you too, Mr. Carlton,” Jack replied,