Published: April 2nd 2018, 4:00:00 pm
Koz was running, heart pounding, breath streaming out behind him. He shouldn’t have brought Jack along, he mentally berated himself. He didn’t have enough experience with survival skills or ammunitions--he couldn’t even swim! The likelihood of him finding his way out of an unfamiliar cave was almost zero, the chances of him dying of exposure, starvation, dehydration, or a cave-in were all significantly higher. What had Koz been thinking? Oh, yes, he’d been worried about Black Dogs. God, but that could also kill Jack and he’d be helpless to stop it.
He nearly fell into the first cave opening he came to. It was a huge hole in the ground, framed by dead brambles.
Koz skirted the edge. Did he dare call out? Generally it wasn’t a good idea when you were trying to remain undetected by supernatural predators. Still, he wasn’t half as worried about the Black Dog attacking him as he was of Jack dying alone in the dark.
“Jack!” He strained his hearing to catch any sound of the boy. He caught only the ghost of his own voice and the far away sound of flowing water--perhaps a river connected to the one under their own cabin.
He ran a hand over his face. He didn’t even know how long the tunnel Jack was in could be--but Jack had said he could see light--maybe the opening was closer to where he’d fallen? But Koz didn’t know of any openings that were closer.
He looked up at the sky. It was cloudy tonight, but every now and then the sky was just clear enough for him to see the half-full moon. He wished this were a situation where transforming could help, but changing into his lupine form would make him vulnerable to the Black Dog and he wouldn’t be able to fit through many of the cave tunnels or pull Jack to safety if need be.
He shook his head. He told Jack he’d wait twenty minutes here before going back, so that’s what he’d do. Even if it was agony.
He paced by the hole, mentally planning all the ways he could ensure nothing like this happened ever again: Always bring rope when there’s a chance one of us will be in a cave. Both both of us carry survival gear and extra weapons in case we get trapped. A new cellphone for Jack in case we get separated. Make Jack memorize the local typography so he can get around without me. Jack could probably do for some more target practice too. And, just because each attempt to strain his hearing and detect Jack’s footsteps yielded only the sound of running water--resume swimming lessons with Jack as soon as the weather allowed it.
Koz crouched, extending his hearing behind him just in case the Black Dog was on his trail. He heard nothing but the wind as it shifted direction.
A foul stench met his nostrils and he started, turning his face into the breeze. It was the Thing in the Trees, mixed with the scent of fear, blood, and . . . Jack.
Koz bolted, naked branches catching at his clothes and face, but he paid them no mind. His clothes felt tight, constricting as he nearly turned. Nevermind that he wasn’t armed to fight whatever this thing was, he’d turn and chomp it to death if he had to. Through the gloomy night air and bare branches, he could just see a pale shape struggling, near the ground.
“Jack!” He cried.
Jack yelped and slid back just as Koz dove to catch him.
Koz set his gun down and grabbed both of Jack’s upper arms, hauling him up out of a small crack in between two boulders.
“Koz,” Jack said, voice breathless and shrill with panic. “You scared the hell out of me!”
Koz pulled Jack into his arms, relief washing over him, though his heart still pounded with fear. Jack twisted in his grip. “My ribs,” he wheezed.
Koz didn’t let go of him right away. He breathed deeply, hoping for the reassurance of Jack’s scent, but found the stench of the Thing clinging to Jack’s skin. He pulled back. “What happened? You smell like the Thing in the Trees.”
Jack flinched and Koz realized suddenly that the young man’s face was dark with blood. He fumbled for his pack and pulled out the bottled water as Jack explained.
“I think I just found its nest, maybe?”
Koz yanked the hat off his head, ignoring the tingling in his ears from the cold air as he poured water on the knit material.
“There were all these bones,” Jack said softly, the scent of fear curling off him like smoke.
Koz gently cupped the back of Jack’s head and dabbed at his face. Jack winced, but held more or less still as Koz mopped him up. He did have the first aid kit in his bag in case Jack had any open wounds, bt he’d have to clear the blood away first.
“I’m calling it,” Koz said. “We’re going home.”
“What about the Black Dog?” Jack asked as Koz gingerly touched the back of the young man’s head and found his hat crusted with blood.
“Forget the Black Dog,” Koz said, carefully pulling the sticky headband from Jack’s skill. “You’re hurt and an unknown element just came into play: the hunt’s off.”
Jack went quiet and still, the scent of fear blasting from his small frame. Koz froze. Jack’s gaze was locked over his shoulder. Koz extended his hearing and caught the faint rustle of something padding toward them.
Koz swore softly. “Bugger’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Jack breathed.
“Stay still and keep your eyes closed,” Koz ordered. He glanced down and saw Jack’s hands empty. Well, Jack had said he’d broken his gun--and he hadn’t carried it with him when he crawled out of the hole, had he? Behind him, he heard the Black Dog take another step over the leaf-covered ground. “I’m going for my gun,” he barely breathed.
Koz held his breath, braced himself, and dove to the side. He grabbed his gun, bending his body into a roll to give some distance between him and Jack, and came up, water pistol aimed at the shadow before him.
“Dad!” Koz froze at the sound of Seraphina’s voice. His eyes connected with the beast’s beady white gaze. The monster seemed to grow in size and darkness until it was all Koz could see. He could hear Seraphina calling his name--was she trapped alone and frightened in these dark woods? The Black Dog disappeared, his weapon vanished, Jack was gone. He was alone and defenseless.
“Dad help!” Seraphina screamed.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he took off following the sound of her voice. Brambles grabbed at him, the ground turned to mud beneath his feet, threatening to pull him under. Sera cried out--so near she may have been in front of him--but he couldn’t reach her!
***
No one who saw this creature up close could say it was a dog, Jack thought. But maybe from a distance the four legs, long face, and tattered look around the edges might make it look like a shaggy dog. But the most terrifying thing about the creature was that as soon as Koz had met its eyes, he’d gone utterly still. He sat frozen, weapon going slack in his hands as he stared at the Black Dog, a look of abject horror on his face.
Jack remembered Koz telling him that Black Dogs appeared as a horrific vision before their prey--right before they killed them.
Jack cast around. He had no weapon but the one in Koz’s hands--right in the Black Dog’s line of fire.
Then the creature stepped toward Koz and rational thought went out the window. Jack darted forward, putting himself between the beast and Koz. Head on, he could see two pinpricks of light in the Dog’s long face. As soon as his eyes locked on these, the Black Dog grew all around him, massive and horrifying. Jack felt his clothes tighten as he grew, the change coming on him suddenly.
The moon swelled large and full, hanging low in the sky.
Jack fell onto four paws and with a moment’s hesitation, lunged at the Black Dog. The beast vanished like smoke and Jack skidded to a halt on the other side, a snarl ripping its way from between his teeth.
White ears flicked toward the sound of a quiet whimper and glowing blue eyes landed on a small figure crouched just a few paces away. A little girl huddled in the grass, brown hair hung down over her face while her arms covered her head and neck. She sniffed and slowly lifted her gaze to look at Jack with familiar, watery eyes. It was Emma.
Jack didn’t even think to wonder why she was there before he was bounding toward her. He wanted to gather her in his arms and apologize for all the fear and pain he’d put her through, but he wasn’t human. He remembered this too late.
Emma screamed and bolted away and Jack wanted to stop, but his paws kept going and he was chasing her, lips pulled back over his fangs. With a shriek of fear, Emma tripped and fell to the ground. Jack leapt, mentally crying out for Koz--for anyone to stop him, but his jaws opened mid-leap. His paws came down hard, slamming her little body into the ground as his teeth snapped down on her neck.
He closed his eyes as wet warmth splattered across his face, his paws, his chest, wetness covered him, bubbles frizzled across his face and his lungs burned--he couldn’t breathe!
His eyes snapped open to see the plugged drain of the utility sink. A meaty hand was wrapped around his thin, human neck, and he was suddenly yanked up out of the water. He sputtered, water pouring from his nose and over his stinging eyes and out his nose. “Dad--” He choked.
“You could’ve killed her!” His father’s voice snarled just behind his ear. “What kind of brother are you? What kind of person?”
“I’m sor--” Jack’s head was forced back under and he swallowed water, tried to cough, and couldn’t. A burning cold was fizzling out from his lungs, spreading like fire through his limbs. Darkness fluttered at the edge of his vision. He was going to die, he realized. He was going to die.
His neck wrenched as he was hauled free of the water.
He gasped for breath, the air was cold and felt like knives to his chest, but he sucked it in greedily.
His father was shouting his name over and over: “Jack! Jack! Please Jack, open your eyes!”
‘That wasn’t how it went,’ his brain supplied. ‘He just cussed a lot and told me not to tell mom.’ Besides--when had his father’s voice changed? When had he ever had a British accent?
He opened eyes he didn’t remember closing. He wasn’t in the laundry room . . . and the moon wasn’t full. He blinked heavy lids. He felt cold and numb and heavy all over--like a giant ice pack had been laid over all of him for far too long.
He could just see Koz at the edge of his vision. He was the one calling Jack’s name, though his words were becoming less and less intelligible as Jack’s vision went dark.
He flashed in and out of consciousness, nightmares chasing through his head with no care whether he was awake or not.
Koz carried him through the forest and he stared up at the branches overhead, and then Jack was bumbling blindly, alone and afraid through the dark with wolves at his heels. He heard a snatch of Koz’s voice and saw him on his knees, a gun to his head. ‘I don’t even have a picture of her . . .' He just saw the edge of the covered bridge’s roof and Emma was sliding off the roof only to be attacked by a white wolf, and for the life of him Jack couldn’t tell if it was Manny, Nightlight, or himself.
He tried to crane his neck to see, but his body wouldn’t do anything but tremble.
Then they were at the car. Koz set him in the passenger seat and buckled him in. Jack slumped over, too weak to do anything else. Koz shut the car door, there was a screech of breaks and then they were T-boned by a semi. Glass flew through the air, metal screeched as the airbag burst in Jack’s face and his body registered agony--then Koz’s hand was in his hair, the engine turned over. “Hang on,” Koz said. “Hang on, love.”
*
Jack returned to consciousness slowly. He felt pleasantly warm. He was wrapped in something dry and soft. It was quite cozy.
Then something wet and rough dabbed at his lip. It was warm, but startling. Jack opened his eyes to see Koz crouched over him, a rust-colored cloth in one hand. His eyes widened as they met Jack’s.
“Thank God!” Koz said in relief. He set the cloth aside and sat closer to Jack’s side. “Are you all right? How do you feel?”
Jack blinked in confusion. Where were they? He looked around. They were in the cabin. There was the bathroom across from them, the kitchen, then the bed--the bedding had clearly been haphazardly dragged across to where they were. Jack turned his head.
Koz had laid him next to the chimney and got a fire going--no wonder he felt so warm.
Oh, right. He’d been attacked by the Black Dog.
“I feel like I had food poisoning in my brain,” Jack said, returning his gaze to Koz’s worried face. “But otherwise . . . fine.”
He moved to sit up and Koz shifted back, brows pinched in concern. “Don’t push yourself,” he fretted. “Take it easy.”
Jack realized he was shirtless and that sitting up hadn’t hurt nearly as much as he’d expected. “Seriously, I feel fine,” he reassured Koz. “My ribs don’t even hurt.”
Koz’s shoulders fell as he relaxed a fraction. “Probably because you nearly shifted. It can speed the healing process.” He stared at Jack a moment before lifting a hand and cupping Jack’s face in his palm. “Are you sure you’re alright? When I snapped out of it, the Black Dog was on you . . .” His thumb flicked over Jack’s cheek and his eyes went distant. “You were so cold, Jack . . . I thought . . .”
Jack flushed under Koz’s touch. He gently lay a hand over Koz’s. “I’m sorry, I scared you,” he said. “But I really feel fine.” He managed a weak smile. “You took good care of me.”
Koz gave him a long wary look as though determining whether or not to believe him. He sighed and the last of the tension left his shoulders. His hand slipped away from Jack’s face.
“Well,” he said, “since you’re alright.” His eyes turned hard on a dime. “What the bloody hell were you thinking?”
“Wha--” Jack sputtered.
“Black Dogs don’t just break focus once they’ve caught their prey--you got between us!”
“You had the only weapon!” Jack said, indignantly. “It was better for me to get caught than you.”
“I didn’t bring you along to be bait!” Koz said, raising his voice.
“Too bad!” Jack said, raising his voice. “That’s what ended up happening!”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? If you weren’t a wolf, you’d likely be dead by now!”
“I changed my mind, I don’t feel fine.” Jack flopped back onto the bed with a frustrated huff. “You can stop the--extremely bone-headed--lecture and go back to taking care of me.” He hauled the blanket up over his head so Koz couldn’t see the expression on his face.
Koz made an aborted sound of frustration. Then he was silent.
After a long moment to get his flare of anger under control, Jack spoke in a more even voice: “What should I have done, Koz? Let it take you?”
Koz’s voice was quiet and surprisingly free of anger when he spoke, though Jack couldn’t quite name the emotion he did hear: “You could have died.”
Jack sighed, mollified somewhat by Koz’s softening tone, but still determined to get his point across. He pulled the blanket down enough to expose his eyes so Koz could see the glare he was being leveled with. “You were going to die.”
Koz was seated beside his prone form, leaning on one arm, gaze fixed on Jack. He scowled at Jack’s words, opened his mouth to speak, and hesitated. He closed his mouth again and gave his head a minute shake before speaking: “Are you really feeling unwell?”
Jack’s eyes widened, taken aback by the genuine concern in Koz’s tone. He was reminded of how abruptly Koz had switched from worry to anger. They’d come full circle apparently.
“No,” Jack said incredulously, slightly incredulous that Koz had thought he was serious. He saw the way Koz’s eyes pinched and added: “I feel fine. I just didn’t want to get yelled at any more.” He couldn’t help the sheepishness that entered his voice.
Koz leaned down and gently pulled the blanket back, carefully scrutinizing Jack’s face. Jack’s eyebrows rose. For some reason, his heart was beating fast. When had that started? Maybe that was why Koz was leaning so close. “You really were worried, huh?”
Koz let out a huff of a laugh, and there was just enough of a bit of sarcasm to it that Jack instantly more at ease. He preferred a sarcastic Koz over a scared Koz.
Dark fingers traced across Jack’s cheek and into his hair. Maybe Koz was just checking to see if his body temperature was back to normal, but it made goosebumps rise along Jack’s skin.
“Yes,” Koz said softly, “I guess I just care you”
Jack licked his lips. Oh, boy. Suddenly he understood why his heart was going so fast. Thanks heart, you figured it out before me. “I care about you, too.”
The hand in his hand came to rest beside his head as Koz shifted his weight forward. The kiss that followed was a quick, sweet, and slightly clumsy press of lips and then they parted, but only just barely.
“That’s . . .” Koz’s breath ghosted across Jack’s lips and he felt a trill of pleasure wash over him. “That’s great.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jack’s once more.
It was a small, fleeting thing. Jack lay on his back and drew his arms from the confines of the blanket to draw up Koz’s sides. “I’m still kind of annoyed at you.” He let Koz kiss him. “You’d protect me, why can’t I protect you?”
“Because,” Koz kissed him again. His mouth moved across Jack’s jaw and then down to nip at the pale skin of Jack’s neck.
Jack’s eyes rolled shut, annoyed and aroused as Koz shifted again, coming down onto his elbows, resting more of his weight on Jack. “Because?” His hands ghosted over Koz’s collarbone and up his neck, cradling his head.
“Because I said so,” Koz groaned, teeth scraping across Jack’s throat.
Jack felt a flare of irritation at this, coupled with a feeling of possession, frustrated hunger, and an unexpected flash of mischieviousness. He kind of wanted to put Koz in his place.
Something unfurled in Jack’s chest-- the beast in him slipping free just slightly and then he was pushing Koz to the floor and crawling on top of him. He smelled the briefest flash of Koz, fighting off his own transformation. He smelled something else, some musky scent that fizzled sharply and sent a shock of heat through him. An animalistic snarl ripped its way from Jack’s lips as he crouched and bit down on Koz’s neck.
Koz made a loud noise that was half surprise, half arousal. His back arched and he fisted his hand in Jack’s hair, not pulling him away so much as holding on tightly.
The beast let go of Jack just as Jack let go of Koz. He sat back, surprised at his actions, surprised at Koz’s reaction. Koz looked equally surprised, but also deliciously more flustered than he’d been a moment ago. His face was flushed, his lips parted as he panted.
Jack watched those lips close and open, throat working as he swallowed. Then Jack was on him, kissing him fiercely. Koz was an idiot and they’d probably have to have an actual discussion about this at some point, but at the moment Jack’s brain could only helpfully suggest that maybe Jack could kiss the self-sacrificing stupidity out of him. Also fuck, he wanted this.
Koz’s lips parted enough for Jack’s tongue to slip inside. He let go of Koz’s arms and grabbed at his waistband, sliding his hands up Koz’s thighs, nails catching at the denim’s rough texture. He shifted his position himself between Koz’s legs as he parted them.
Koz wrapped his arms around Jack’s back, clawing at his shoulders.
Jack rolled his hips against Koz’s.
“Oh,” Koz moaned before Jack captured his lips once more. Jack grasped the back of Koz’s knees and started thrusting against him, enjoying how each thrust elicited some gasp or moan from his partner.
Jack could just feel Koz’s heat between their clothes, but it wasn’t enough.
His hands went to the edge of Koz’s shirt and pulled it so clumsily and desperately he heard something rip. He fumbled to pull the fabric off Koz’s torso.
The older man let out a disappointed noise as they separated. Koz raised his arms as Jack hauled the shirt over his head and up to Koz’s wrists. He paused and took a moment to enjoy Koz stretched out beneath him.
With his arms above his head, Koz’s pectorals and arms looked particularly alluring. Jack’s eyes flitted to Koz’s face. For so long, this had been something he’d wanted, but he’d held himself back. Now he was torn between taking it greedily and resisting out of habit.
He licked his lips and looked to Koz’s face. Brown eyes stared hungrily up at him. Jack flushed and swallowed hard as the heat in Koz’s gaze went straight to his groin. He watched Koz’s eyes light up with excitement as he saw his own eagerness mirrored on Jack’s features.
Jack pulled the shirt away from Koz’s wrists and flung it to the side. He lay his hands on either side of Koz’s head and leaned down to capture the older man’s lips once more.
He rested his pelvis against Koz’s and slowly rotated his hips. His arms shook as Koz’s hands slid up his chest, gently fondling his chest. A teasing pinch of one of Jack’s nipples made Jack throb.
“God,” he gasped, pulling away from the kiss. He whimpered as Koz craned his neck to follow the line of Jack’s jaw with his tongue. “Koz, I . . . I kind of want to fuck you.”
Koz groaned and pressed both hands to Jack’s lower back. “Yes,” he gasped as Jack thrust against him. “Y-yes!” Koz panted as he glanced around. “Er . . .”
God, how could that sound so sexy?
Koz laughed and Jack flushed as he realized he’d said that thought aloud. Koz sat up and kissed Jack’s lips, cheek, and lips again, lingering but chaste. “I think we have some olive oil in the cupboard.”
Jack quirked an eyebrow. “Olive oil works?”
“Worked for the Greeks.”
“Point.” Jack kissed him, hand sliding quickly down to Koz’s crotch and giving him a gentle squeeze before he moved away, laughing as Koz leaned forward slightly, following his lips. He hopped up and hurried to the cupboard. By the time he’d grabbed the bottle and turned around, Koz had risen and kicked off his pants and boxers. Naturally, Jack’s gaze fell immediately to Koz’s crotch, then flitted away. He flushed. Years of gym locker rooms had taught him to keep his gaze forward, so that even in situations like this, modesty reared its head. Jack licked his lips and tried not to smile. His modesty wasn’t the only thing rearing its head.
He snapped the button on his jeans with one hand, holding the oil bottle in the other. He unzipped his pants, pleased to see Koz’s eyes locked on him. The older man didn’t have the same qualms about staring that Jack did. Emboldened by his gaze, Jack took a moment to soak in the sight of Koz’s bare skin.
He was bigger than Jack, though he was larger overall anyway, so it was hardly a surprise. A line of dark hair started just beneath his navel and tracked down to frame his erect cock. He was uncircumcised. Jack bit his lip, he definitely wanted to have fun with that later, and the thought that there would be a later where he got to do all the delicious, dirty things he wanted to with Koz only made him more excited.
It did wonders for his confidence. Jack slowly undid his fly, not quite going so far as a strip tease as much as he was just taking his time. Koz wasn’t complaining, he stood there, arousal exposed, watching Jack with hungry eyes.
Jack strode toward him, desire making him bold. He pressed an open palm to Koz’s chest and pushed him back slowly. Koz obliged, taking the few steps backward needed before his ankles met the edge of the mattress. Still, he took another step back onto the mattress. The hand at Koz’s chest moved to his shoulder and pressed down and back gently. Jack was almost surprised--and definitely aroused--when Koz obeyed readily, and knelt in front of him.
Koz’s dark eyes flitted from Jack’s arousal in front of him, then up to Jack’s face, eyebrow quirked in a question. God, he looked adorable and utterly fuckable, and Jack was hard-pressed not to guide his cock to his mouth and let him do just what he was thinking, but Jack wanted more and he wanted it now.
“Lie down.” His voice broke as Koz’s breath ghosted over his cock and he saw the mischevious gleam in Koz’s eye and knew he’d done it on purpose. Then Koz was lying down. He spread his legs readily to let Jack kneel between them. His eyes were bright, pupils blown, eager as a puppy, but still with that predatory glint that Koz always had.
Jack poured oil over his fingers. He held the back of Koz’s knee as he circled his entrance with his slick fingers.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Yes,” Koz nearly purred, his face flushed.
Jack slid his middle finger into his partner. It was hot and slick, and he could feel Koz pulsing ever so slightly. He gave a few little thrusts before adding his pointer finger.
He could tell by Koz’s hitch of breath that it was a stretch for him. He paused. “Still good?”
“It’s been a while,” Koz chuckled, eyes shut.
Jack flushed. Had he been too eager? “Want me to slow down?”
Koz opened his eyes and shook his head. Before Jack could do anything, Koz lifted himself up to a sitting position. Jack swallowed to feel the way he shifted around his fingers as he did so.
Then Koz was reaching out and cupping a hand behind Jack’s head. “I missed this,” he said, and he pulled Jack in for a kiss that started soft and soon turned breathless.
Jack moved his fingers, stroking Koz’s inner walls and gently wriggling his fingers until finally he hit the spot that had Koz yanking away from his kiss to gasp.
Jack pulled out and back in, just managed to touch Koz’s prostate. “God,” Koz groaned. “Keep going, please.”
The fire was still going, the mattress perhaps a little too close. It was hot and they both had a sheen of sweat already gathering, shadows stark and shifting with the light.
Jack watched Koz’s toned chest rise and fall rapidly, breath hitching every so often as Jack stroke his prostate. An animalistic part of him shifted and strained inside; he was ready to fucking ravage him.
He removed his fingers and grabbed the bottle once more. His hands were trembling as he poured more oil onto his fingers. He rubbed this on his cock--the first skin on skin contact he’d gotten since they’d began. He hissed and bucked into his fist. He could see Koz watching him, excitement apparent in his eyes.
Jack knelt, sliding one hand under Koz’s hip, he used the other to guide his dick to Koz’s entrance. He slowly pressed in.
“Oh,” Koz moaned, a soft, drawn-out sound as Jack entered him. He clenched and unclenched around Jack’s member. Jack keaned and panted, head hung low as sweat trailed down his temple.
“That’s good, Jack,” Koz groaned. “That’s perfect.” He reached out with one hand and hauled Jack’s hips against him so Jack was sheathed entirely.
Jack didn’t move, nearly overwhelmed by the moist heat engulfing him. He couldn’t tell if the throbbing he felt was him or Koz, but it was there and it was amazing. He grabbed Koz’s waist with his now free hand and started to move his hips, grinding to
find Koz’s prostate again.
He knew by the soft moan Koz let out when he’d found it. He started with shallow thrusts, just to give Koz more time to adjust.
Koz’s arms were shaking from holding himself up. Jack kissed his collarbone and rocked into him.
“F-fuck,” Koz groaned, earning a more forceful snap of Jack’s hips.
A bead of sweat trailed down Jack’s temple. The sound of crackling flames was accompanied by their harsh breathing, occasional moan, and the pleasantly obscene sounds of their bodies joining.
Jack bit his lip. He could feel heat rising in beneath his stomach as his muscles tensed. He was so close. Jack reached between the two of them and took Koz’s heated cock in hand. He gently pulled back on the foreskin before running his palm across the slit, smearing pre-come over his fingers. He began to stroke him, timing each movement of his hands with the thrust of his hips.
“Fu--” Koz trailed off. He tried to raise a hand, but his other arm trembled violently and he was forced to lay it back down again, fists clenching around the bed sheets.
“Ah,” Jack gasped, pace speeding up as he rose higher, closer and closer to his climax. His hands and hips stuttered and trembled as heat welled up and then burst forth.
“Fuck!” Jack screamed as he came, eyes clenched tight as he continued to shakily thrust into his partner. He tipped forward, muscles spasming, and nearly collapsed onto Koz before he managed to put out a hand and catch himself. He rested his forehead against Koz’s shoulder, his thrusts slowing as his cock became too sensitive. He panted, breath ghosting across Koz’s chest as he stroked him, picking up the same pace he’d had, but this time he was pressed against Koz’s chest and could hear all the wonderful little sounds the older man let out as he neared his climax. None of these were quite as delicious as the broken keen Koz let out as he came over Jack’s hand.
Jack gasped as Koz clenched around him. Jack nearly felt himself stirring again just feeling Koz tremble against him. He stroked him through his orgasm, getting his hand and Koz’s cock thoroughly covered in sticky white semen.
The arm Koz was using to prop himself up gave out suddenly and they both fell back onto the mattress. Jack felt a not-unpleasant prickle along his slick cock as it slipped out of Koz’s warmth. Koz made a small contented sound and wrapped his arms around Jack’s lower back. They lay there, panting and sticky, for a long moment. He kissed Koz’s chest, savory the subtle salty taste of his chest, and lifted himself onto shaky arms.
“Be right back,” he said, gently brushing Koz’s hair and maybe getting some semen in the dark strands. Oops. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, then took a damp towel back to the bed.
Koz hadn’t moved. For a moment, Jack wondered if he’d fallen asleep. He started cleaning him up, being careful not to jostle him too much.
The edge of Koz’s lips turned up in a smile. “Thank you,” he said groggily.
“Common courtesy.” Jack said with a shrug. He would probably feel awkward about all this tomorrow morning, he thought as he dropped the washcloth and lay down next to Koz. At the moment, however, he was still too close to his last orgasm to stress about it. He pulled the blanket up over the both of them. Koz promptly wrapped his arms around him and tugged him to his chest like a teddy bear.
Jack snickered. ‘Cute,’ he thought. The boneless, post-orgasm feeling in his limbs ensured that he was immediately comfortable. Jack closed his eyes and let the sound of Koz’s steady heartbeat lull him to sleep.
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So this is a kinda short chapter but... I mean someone almost died and they fucked so...