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Jan rested his head on my shoulder, and I held him for a moment. “I don’t usually do casual, Jack,” I heard him murmur as he turned and nuzzled into my neck.

He felt so fucking good, so fucking fast.

“Hmmm.” Kisses traced along my jaw, hands brushing lazily down to my ass. He seemed to like my ass. “Key?”

I held my hand up and he pulled back to look. A wicked smile, he dragged me into the shower.

Water hit my body and I instantly shivered. It wasn’t just cold, it was ice-cold, even the think-shrink behind Jan’s master plan should have had me cursing him and all his blue-balling ancestors, but I’d have just sounded like a girl, and I needed some decency. He knelt at my feet (bad idea) and I saw his cock ride his abs as he made himself comfortable (worse idea). The key went in the slot, and he turned it with all the caution of a ranger cutting a deer free from a fence. Looking to see if I was okay, he took the cage part off my cock.

“Fuck me, Jack,” Jan licked his lips in either concentration or hunger, I couldn’t tell which. Bastard. He seemed to like the look of the ring and traced his finger over my balls.

“Does that hurt?”

“No,” I choked from my own lips.
Think spark plugs. Spark plugs connect up to the
— “I’ll buy you one if you’re that interested.”

Jan hit my side, the slap of wet skin making it sound worse than it was.

“You ass.” He mumbled something about lube, and I reached over and grabbed the coconut-scented bottle off my stand. “The whole cage thing, it takes too much time getting off for my liking.” But as he took the shampoo off me with one hand, his other stroked distractedly at my shaft. “Looks fucking good, though.”

I glanced up at the ceiling hoping for divine intervention.
Spark plugs
—
think fucking spark plugs. Think—

Shampoo set my body on fire as Jan massaged my groin. He teased my cock through, and then his tugs at my sac were followed by kisses to left, then right once I was free.

“Better?”

I grunted something. Sparkled slugs, or something like that
.

Backed up against the wall, I didn’t notice I needed its support as Jan did a reverse pole-dance up my body, tonguing his way over my abdomen, all to nip at a nipple. A crush of fingers into the other (groan), he kissed his way to my throat (double groan), then stopped, hands flat either side of my head, body against mine, his hard cock demanding a full expedition.

“So,” he purred, “been here before. What you gonna do, Jacky boy?”

“Mmmm,” I said, brushing my cheek against his, then resting my head on his shoulder.

“Jack.”

“Hmmmm?” Water dripped round my face, and I kissed Jan’s shoulder, tracing my hands along his sides, loving the feel of fingers skating over silk skin. The perfect ice rink that offered all sorts of activities. And I was more than in the mood to dance on ice.

“I need you to fuck me now, Jack,” he breathed into my ear.

A brief kiss under his jaw, I slipped out from underneath him and led him out of the shower, toward my spare bedroom. It should give me the privacy I needed in there. Shower sex was fine for a quickie, but I wanted more than a quickie with Jan. The heat of the fading day was enough to dry our bodies, and as I eased him down onto the bed, the setting sun and breeze-blown curtains played shadows over his long body.

“You like it slow, huh?” said Jan as I parted his legs with my knee and brought my body above his.

“Only with those who are worth it,” I mumbled, rubbing my cock along his hip, adding my own dampness to his skin. Jan let his hand wander down his chest, over his abs, to slip over his own cock.

I mumbled appreciation, fascinated by how he stroked a few lengths, brushing my hip, teasing his own cock and mine with the play. And my dick saluted every move he made. No, I couldn’t have left all of that playing on its own at my feet. He’d have driven me fucking nuts.

I trapped his hand there as I eased my body down, the back of his fingers hard against my cock as he gripped his. Dipping my hips, rutting once, twice, I felt Jan grab both of our cocks, and for a moment we rode each other, cocks slicking, rubbing—

“Mmmm.” Slipping a hand underneath him, hugging him close, I nipped at his throat, then found his mouth. Tongues played twister, gentle at first, I led, he followed; then as bodies picked up a little heat, moved faster, rutting harder, our tongues tied, lips and teeth now just casualties in the crossfire.

“Four months, huh?” I breathed hard against him.

“Four months,” he breathed back, just as hard, his cock crying with mine as I pushed a hard thrust on him. “Slow lover?” said Jan, teasing. “Really?”

I weighed the options up, the need in Jan’s eyes. “Fuck that,” I said with a smile.

I flipped him onto his stomach, encouraging him to lift his ass a little as he lay there. Skin was still shower-sheathed, and I traced a thumb along the curve of a damp ass cheek to hear him moan. Great ass. He squirmed slightly as I found his taint. It was a deadly spot, that fine line between ass and balls; if you started from the hole, worked your way down, by the time you got to the balls, your whole groin was humming. I played it, sometimes kissing his ass, sometimes biting, leaving marks in my wake as I rubbed him up.

Jan groaned my name and reached under his body to massage his cock.

“Please, Jack.”

He asked so sweetly, and this wasn’t the time to tease. I pressed his ass down onto the bed with my hand, and his cock seemed to take full advantage, riding the sheets, Jan fisting the covers with several groans.

After reaching to my bedside drawer, I pulled out some lube and a condom. Like screwdrivers, they were good to keep close. Hand fully lubed, I drew a path down the crease of his ass, and Jan buried his head into the pillow, hips pushing up into my touch knowing what was coming.

He offered resistance, but his moans and drive back took care of any coyness. He rode my finger as hard as I worked him, his moans and whimpers only forcing me to add another finger. Jan cried out. I scissored him, sometimes rubbing his prostate, sometimes twisting so hard he cried like he’d never been worked hard before, and I had to cup my tip, add a little pressure just to stop me coming. That wasn’t me; I was used to control, to having control.

“Jack.” He sounded pissed and lusty all at the same time as he glanced back. How could you be both at the same time? “Christ, the same with your dick. Hard. Please.”

Muscles aching in my arm, I tore at the condom wrapper, the lube not helping, nor Jan as he pushed back, demanding access to his ass before I’d finished freeing the condom from the packet.

“Jack, please,” said Jan, hands constantly grip-releasing the sheets. “Just—”

I watched him for a minute, then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his back, condom scissored between my fingers as I gently stroked at his thigh to calm him down a touch. Unease itched at taking him raw for so many different reasons, the risks only being part of the problem. He didn’t know me, I didn’t know him.

Hearing him murmur, I quietly suited up, easing back to rub my tip against him.

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

We were both adults, past pleasantries, past gentleness, and I breached him with everything I had. But even though he was the one that took the brutality of my length and girth, I was the one that cried out against the sweet intensity of taking him. And I took him hard, pounding in until he surrendered his body to the onslaught. Only his cries called me out on every stroke, wanting more, wanting it harder, faster, until I had to clamp my teeth on his shoulder, make him cry just to bury my own.

“Jack, stop, I’m gonna—”

I caught hold of his wrists. When he came, I wanted him to know it was something he couldn’t stop, that he couldn’t control.

“Mine,” I breathed into his ear, my gentle tone in direct conflict to how I pounded his body. I needed him to be mine. I don’t know why, just that everything about him felt so right, so fucking quickly.

“God, y-yes.” Head turned to the side, Jan screwed his eyes shut. “Fucking mine, Jack.”

I don’t know who came first; I hoped it was Jan, although I suspected it was me. With just his voice, he’d taken that last moment of control and made sure I shared.

“Jesus.” I shuddered, collapsing on him, still mid-orgasm “Fuck. Four months?” I mumbled before kissing shoulder, neck, and ear.

“Four months,” breathed Jan, his fingers twining mine in the mix of sheets. “Christ, Jack. Sorry. I needed that. Thank you.”

I’d never had anyone thank me before, and I chuckled softly. “Well,” I said, “glad I could be of service, sir.” I kissed the dampness lining his neck and caught a strong scent of coconut. “Same time next week, is it?”

“Next week?” Jan squirmed enough to topple me, then came and nuzzled against my throat as I fell on my back. I lost the condom somewhere in the tangle of sheets and resisted making a face. “Showing your age a touch there, old man.”

“Huh?” I lifted my head to look at Jan. “Do you want to live past twenty-thre—”

“Seven.”

“Seven,” I corrected, giving him a grin. Christ, he was only two years younger. Jan sighed and slipped a leg over mine. Funny, it felt like it belonged there. “Besides, age counts for something; mine’s bigger than yours.”

The bastard kneecapped me, and I faked a rub at my leg.

“What a surprise,” said Jan, giving a wicked grin. “A mechanic bragging about the size of his tool.”

“Awww.” I shuffled my arm underneath him and pulled him closer. “You’re not a tool.”

A chuckle, Jan settled back down with his head under my chin, heart beating as fast as mine. Somewhere in the quiet, his hand stroked at my stomach, then wandered a slow and calmer path into my pubes.

“Are you serious with this other guy?”

“Hmmm, what?” I said, just enjoying the calming of our bodies in a lazy night air.

“I’ve been the bit on the side once before, Jack, and it hurt like hell,” said Jan, reminding me life existed outside of us two. “Are you serious?”

“With him?”
Go on, Jack, tell him. Do the decent thing.
“No. It’s just,” How the hell did I explain it? “It’s not what you think.” Silence came easy; I hadn’t done a relationship for years, not without disastrous consequences.

Jan stopped his playing and lifted himself to look down on me. “You’re fucking a control freak of a woman?”

“What? No.” I wiped damp hair out of his eyes. He looked fucking sexy up there, and my dick seemed to agree. “It was—it’s just a bet with a mate, nothing more.” Lying fuck.

Jan gave a raised brow, a
fuck’s that supposed to mean?
look.

“Just a bet,” I said, but I wasn’t convinced so like fuck would he be. I’d have been disappointed if he had. I didn’t like gullible. But he seemed to hold back pushing it, instead chose to frown as a rumble hit the air.

“Ah,” he said, looking up at me and smiling a touch, “skipped lunch. Was kind of thinking about this... just this goddamn sexiest guy I’ve ever met and felt too nervous to eat.”

Such a sweet thing to say. I don’t think I’d put anyone off their food before, well, not in the sense that Jan meant. The deepening brown to his eyes stole my manners, and I kissed his soft lips. “Well, you promised your soul to me for a few hours,” I breathed against him, loving how he felt against me. “Fancy sharing a Chinese. My treat?”

There was an agreeable grumble from Jan, and he nibbled my lip. “Sold.” And then Jan was gone, up, and heading for the door.

“Huh?” The ferret moved quick.

“Mind if I take another shower while you order?”

I raised up to my elbows. “Sure. Knock yourself out,” I said, watching his ass as he made it to the door. Hell, I’d found my starter, main course, and after dinner sweet. My cock concurred again, obviously pleased with the selection, just undecided with where to start.

Jan spun back, and I huffed as he straddled me, his ass hard on my groin. I barely hid my groan. “You a fucking mind reader?”

Jan added a few grinds into the equation and found my lips. My hips instantly lifted up, taking Jan with me and I caught his sharp breath in under our kiss. A hand on my hip forced me down and kept me still against his ass. “Four months,” he whispered, “with an ass that wasn’t prepared for such a workout.” He pulled back and grinned. I rolled my eyes. And then he was gone again before I could figure out ferrets were there one minute, gone the next, Jan’s voice the only guider as to where. “Anything with pork.” The water was already running and I realised I hadn’t switched it off.

A contented sigh, anything with pork it was, and I got out of bed and hunted for the condom before trashing it in the en suite. Then I changed the covers and made the bed. Not bothering to dress, I made a call to the local Chinese and ordered a few dishes with pork, chips, and some spare ribs, also making a deliberate point of asking for a delivery time, more to work out how much playtime I had with Jan in the shower before dinner arrived.

Forty-five minutes later, we sat at the breakfast bar, food still in the cartons, eating our way through pretty much everything in front of us. We’d earned it, although Jan couldn’t stop apologising enough for asking to go bareback that first time. I’d also learned a little more about Jan too. The eldest of three, he had two younger sisters. One used to get on his back and pull his hair until he gave her a donkey ride (no wonder he preferred dudes), the other hated bringing her boyfriends anywhere near Jan in case he did his voodoo magic on them and turned them gay. His family was pretty split over the gay issue. His mom seemed pretty sound, though. She’d had it rough bringing up three kids and holding down two part-time jobs.

“She gave me that ‘huh, took you long enough to tell me’ scowl,” said Jan, in between a mouthful of noodles. It really did look as though he hadn’t eaten for four months either. Just how much had this other guy screwed with him? “Then she started arranging dates with guys she thought I should ‘get in with.’”

“Oh, cute,” I said, after taking a swig of beer. Good company called for a toast.