Don't... 04 Backlash (17 page)

The music
shifted to the fourth track, bringing a deeper pulse and drawing
Gray back to the drying dishes. The lesson had been learned the
hard way, but he took all of his father’s care for those around
him, and made sure everything found a place. That done, Gray
ordered some takeaway to be delivered by one of the surveillance
ops by sixish. Jack had cut into Jan’s dinner hour, so Gray doubted
Jan would have had much to eat. He sure as hell knew Jack hadn’t,
and that he’d want Jan to stay at home for the rest of the day.

Any and all MI5
business for this afternoon could be redirected here, with Rachel
given a message that priority calls got his mobile number, and
others were redirected to his Counter-terrorist managers, or
Andrews if it was really serious.

The last call
of duty left him frowning down at something in his hand as he stood
in the dining room.

Jack’s
coveralls were folded up and put in place in the bathroom, ready
for the morning. Going through and seeing them folded on a bathroom
rack, Gray pinned something under the collar without disturbing the
careful order, just before he heard a soft call of his name.

Leaving the
coveralls there, Gray padded on through to the master bedroom.
Curtains were closed, allowing just a slight shift of light along
the bedcovers. Arms tucked under the pillow, head buried deep, out
of sight, Jan lay naked on the bed. His body carried a thin sheen
of dampness, some from the shower, most from the touch that Jack
teased on his body. Jack looked more than ready to play, and Jan...
Jack naturally seemed to fuel the backdraft playing there on the
bed.

Jack had just
come up for air from kissing at Jan’s shoulder, and he held Gray’s
gaze. Jan lay face down, writhing in the covers as he stroked at
his ass. Legs were slightly parted, one bent at the knee and
inching that little bit higher, as if silently pleading he’d had
enough of teasing and wanted those fingers to take the heat to
another level.

Jack had been
the one to call Gray in, not so much safety in numbers, but more
needing to lick wounds with all pack members present.

Slipping off
his shirt and tie, Gray went over and knelt opposite Jack, with Jan
lying between them. His first thought was Jan, and Gray eased down
close, kissed at his exposed cheek, then whispered. “You okay,
Bambi?”

Jan hid back in
the pillows, but nodded, giving a very frustrated groan. “Tell him
it’s okay, Gray, please.” Jan groaned again. “He’s scared and needs
to hear it’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“
Fucking
miss him, Gray. Need to annihilate the bad now....” And how the
muscles in his body writhed and twisted cried
touch
too. Gray ran the flat of his
hand from Jan’s shoulder down to his upper thigh, testing, just
feeling the tension in his body. He reacted to the shift down of
hand, moving into the touch.

“Slow...
gentle...” breathed Gray, flicking a look at Jack. “His pace.”

Jack gave the
slightest nod, then shifted the hair off the back of Jan’s neck and
bit, keeping it long and deep. Jan instantly groaned, nearly
arching up into Jack. Jack still stroked at Jan’s ass, but now, a
light drag of fingertip skated slowly over the soft curve, then
rested against Jan’s most vulnerable access point. Jack stroked,
Jan’s shift of hip rising up each time to meet it, almost
encouraging it home, then Jack let it slide in so effortlessly.
Jack had probably already long since made sure Jan was ready to
take his attentions by how easy his access was, and he kept his
touch inside Jan so slow and easy, he could have been playing long
strokes of a bow across the strings of a cello, and winning long
and low groans off Jan for his efforts.

Jack was naked
too, and how he knelt over Jan, it gave Gray the perfect view of
light shifting over his shoulders, how the slightest shadows caught
dimples there on the small of his back, all finished off with the
offer of the fine curves to his ass. His tanned tone and gypsy
black hair was in direct contrast to the paleness of Jan’s body and
the slightly tousled brown hair. Yet how bodies writhed and sang on
the bed, Jan’s softly strung body shifted, returning the compliment
and almost becoming the white bow that played every length of
Jack.

“Let me see
you, Jan,” Jack said gently, his bite now a softer run of kisses on
the back of Jan’s neck. He remembered. Jan was still buried in the
pillow, and he remembered how Jan needed to be seen.

Just a gentle
tug on Jan’s arm had Jan easing onto his back. For a moment that
stray arm found a place over Jan’s face, covering his eyes, but a
fast run of finger on Jan’s inner thigh had Jan biting back a
chuckle and coming out of hiding as Jack’s light tickle demanded.
Arms were eased under the pillow, this time holding onto the
bedstead, and the moment he settled, Jack eased his body down on
Jan’s, finding a natural place between his thighs.

“Fuck,” mumbled
Jan, and Jack was there, kissing gently at his lips, whispering,
making sure he was okay, as the need to feel friction on cocks
played out with both of them.

“You sure you
want this, things?”

Jan arched up,
then eased his legs over Jack’s, wrapping around them like a snake
finding its mate.

“Fucking want
this, Jack,” he mumbled. “Slow. Please.”

Jack was
instantly back claiming Jan’s throat, slipping hands under the
pillow and coming up for air only when they found Jan’s hands and
took them away from gripping the bedstead, just locking fingers,
holding on. Bodies still moved together, but the groan and dip of
head Jack gave into Jan’s shoulder said he’d gently eased into Jan.
The position was perfect. It kept them close, tied, but allowed
restriction of just how much Jan allowed Jack to take of him,
mostly just the tip, a few inches of shaft, and with the lock
around Jack’s legs, control was Jan’s with just how gentle that
first taste came.

“Fuck,”
breathed Jack. He respected every inch of limitation placed on his
body and took Jan with a shift of hip that called out that
first-time look of Jan. Of both of them. And Jack being Jack, he
knew how to play the slightest offering.

“Missed this,”
said Jack, now nibbling his way along Jan’s throat again as he took
him slowly. “Missed you so fucking much, baby.” His tonguing was
long and deep, met with a curve and dip of hip that had Jan
groaning out with each stroke he took.

“Christ.” Jack
dipped his head again for the briefest of moments, then he shifted
up onto his knees, Jan’s legs now wrapped around his ass to still
control the heat. Gray found a hard run of bites come just above
his trouser line. A hand now on Jan’s hip as Jack took him, Jack
kissed his way up to Gray’s lips, his hand rubbing hard into Gray’s
cock. The taste of mint toothpaste was there, Jack always so
careful and prepared in every way, and Gray deepened the kiss for a
moment, loving being so close to them both again.

“I know my
body, Gray.”

Jack didn’t let
Gray pull away when he tried, hearing that. As he undid the clasp
to Gray’s trousers, then slipped the zip down, he said, “I’m tired
of playing with vibrators.”

“You’ve...
fuck...” Jan’s hand found Jack’s abs. “You’ve used a vibrator on
yourself... alone?”

Even Gray
offered a curious smile as Jack distractedly eased his hand down
into Gray’s trousers, now squeezing his cock. Although he knew
Jack’s history with testing his body out on his own, this time
around was a little different, somehow more intimate, and Jan
stirred with it, riding Jack’s cock a little deeper and causing
Jack to hiss. “Fuck me, Jan. You haven’t explored this ass of yours
yet?” That innocence had Jack just as wild as he gripped at Jan’s
ass, pulling Jan up into him. Then he was back with Gray, playing
his cock with long strokes that exposed him to the elements and
just how much he liked the idea of Jack exploring alone too. His
kiss came hard again.

“Come fuck me,”
he whispered against Gray’s lips. “Please.”

Jack broke away
and eased down on top of Jan. As he did, he opened his legs
slightly, splitting Jan’s a little farther, and pulled Gray down
with him by the hand as he went.

Gray ended
above them both, one hand next to Jan, the other tracing down
Jack’s side, over the curve of his ass.

The same deep
moan and writhe of body that Jan had given was there with Jack now,
only it infected Jan, too, as Jack’s twist of body shifted his cock
deep in Jan.

“Fuck, baby,”
murmured Jan. “You okay with this?”

Jack was
already lost, shifting against Gray, into Gray, as Gray skated his
touch down to Jack’s ass. Jack went still, his hands now coming
down Jan’s arms and digging underneath, holding him closely.
Gripping tightly.

Gray watched
his every move, feeling for any stress in the length of his body.
He was paused deep in Jan, more grinding gently into him, but
showing a need to fuck, to be fucked. Gray breezed a stroke over
Jack’s taint, then traced a little higher as Jack groaned, his
shift of ass and the dampness to Gray’s fingers saying he’d prepped
himself; it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment reaction. He kissed at a
cheek, then stroked Jack’s tender opening. It won a serious shiver,
but his push of finger was met with little resistance. Gray forced
down the heat over Jack testing himself out and anticipating play.
When Jack had prepped Jan, had he played himself then?

Gray took him
down to the knuckle, wanting to test Jack’s reaction. Vince’s
repeated rape had torn him to pieces, both inside and out. Although
the operation he’d needed had healed months ago, the concern was
there with possible tissue damage always being a weak point. Jack
answered all of Gray’s reservation with a hard push back onto his
touch, enough so that Gray hit Jack’s prostate. Jack let out the
sweetest yelp. Hips were then pushing forward, taking pleasure with
Jan, then coming back in with a bid for more from Gray.

“Gorgeous,
stunner.” Gray kissed at Jack’s shoulder, and Jack arched his back,
seeking out and living for a touch there too.

“C’mon, Gray,”
he breathed “Please.”

The touch was
eased away from Jack’s ass, causing a groan, then the slowest shift
and curve of back and hips as Jack made sure his ass brushed the
length of Gray’s exposed cock.

“Oh, you’re
more than close to fucking me, mukka.”

Gray smiled as
he nibbled at Jack’s shoulder. He found the lube that Jack had
used, lost in the tangle of covers, and eased his suit trousers off
his hips, then slicked his cock. Jack was ready for serious play,
but Gray took no chances, making sure every inch of him would tease
but never hurt. Head resting down between Jack’s shoulder blades,
Gray eased his cock against the tight offering, only to find a hand
on his hip stopped him.

“Johnny,” said
Jack, sounding hurt.

Gray closed his
eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said quietly. “Too many rules,
too many restrictions.” He’d never taken Jack bareback; he’d never
taken any man bareback. But he needed to now; claim every part of
Jack back as his, maybe give everything he was in return, to Jack.
“Not unless you tell me to, stunner. Not anymore.”

All tension
drained from Jack as he pulled Gray down. “Fucking yes,” he
mumbled.

Gray was in,
just his tip first, forcing out a deep groan from Jack and tighter
hold around him off Jan.

“
Fuck.”
It was all that Gray could mumble. Shivers ran over his shoulders,
down the small of his back, around his side and deep into his
stomach... all to centre on the tip of his shaft. He didn’t think
it would be all that different; he’d been used to keeping play
safe, secure, but different...? He dipped his head and shuddered.
He hadn’t realised how distant and dulled it made the heat between
body to body, man to man... between him and Jack and....
Fuck
.... The difference was there in the tight
and natural hold around his cock, fuck was it there, but how it was
Jack’s natural hold, how it was Jack...? “Christ, stunner.” He
stroked at Jack’s side and a hand brushed his. Jack’s.

“First time,
huh, tough guy?” Jan stroked the perspiration on the back of Gray’s
neck, and the usual coy look in brown eyes, the heat reddening his
cheeks, it made him look so much older now, all too knowing, and
Gray choked a laugh before resting his head on Jack’s shoulder
again. How the role reversed a little. He eased in a little
farther, only the briefest inch, and groaned, loving the feel of
being inside Jack. Then lost to the sensation, he kept his pace
slow... only inch deep... feeling Jack give way to taking him.
Jan’s stroke shifted from his neck, down to Gray’s side,
encouraging the soft play, maybe even guiding. Gray buried his
softer smile, bit into Jack’s shoulder to ground himself a little
more. Jack was caught somewhere between them, and Gray came up for
breath, easing forward and winning a groan off Jack—but claiming
Jan’s lips.

He’d missed
them both, and his kiss showed it. First time in many ways for them
all, and the moment he felt it heat up too much for Jan, he eased
back, kissing at Jack’s shoulder as he played his body.

“Okay,” he
whispered in Jack’s ear before nipping gently at it. “Your pace.
Your control. Show me what you’ve got, stunner.”

Gray eased
back, giving Jack some room, but pausing his own pace as Jack
groaned.

Jack came into
his own, flattening his body, toes digging into the mattress, and
shoulder blades taking all of the tension as he eased up, almost
into press-up stance. Gray glanced down, loving the sight of seeing
his bare cock still in Jack, then allowed a hand to feather Jack’s
side and grip gently at his hip to encourage movement from
Jack.