Tick Tock Part Four - The Mouse Fell Down

A Breakfast Meeting

Gavin whined softly as he was roused from a restful slumber, desperately trying to hold on to the deep voice and silvery eyes that often haunted his dreams. He reached out, grasping for the warm hand he knew was no longer there, a name on the tip of his tongue until wakefulness swept it away. An ache of loss filled his chest as he opened his tired eyes and stared at the same blank, white wall he'd been faced with for the past...however long it had been. He'd stopped even trying to count. Between sleeping and waking, there was no way of knowing.

What he did know was that he was laying naked in bed with an equally naked body pressing up behind. He took in a slow breath, stretching and arching against the man behind him. A powerful arm had looped around his waist beneath the sheets, and warm breath assaulted his neck and shoulder as he leaned in to press gentle kisses across his skin. A lazy smile crossed Gavin's lips, tired eyes lidding as he tilted his head to give his captor better access.

"Morning, Gav." Two simple words. Two words he'd heard every morning for what seemed like months. They were familiar, but still flooded his senses with a sense of wrongness. The words were familiar. It was a voice he knew. Jack's voice.

"Morning, Jack." It was the expected response. He ignored the wrongness of it. He had to. If he acknowledged it, the doubt would fester. If he allowed the doubt to grow, Jack would notice. That was bad. It led to bad things. Things like that room. Things like-Gavin gasped, spine arching as Jack bit his shoulder and kneaded the soft flesh with his teeth. He didn't need to think about that. This was better. The sensation of Jack's cool fingers stroking a path up to his chest, where they lingered to tease his pecs before latching onto his nipples. His second hand crept beneath his arm, allowing him to pinch and tease both buds at once, leaving Gavin's ass squirming against his pelvis.

"Feeling a little energetic this morning, I see." Gavin whined at the teasing, unable to fight it as Jack tossed the white duvet aside to reveal his morning wood. Jack couldn't exactly take credit for that; it was a bodily reaction. He could, however, take full advantage of it. Soft lips and sharp teeth returned to his shoulder, tongue licking the abused flesh as those deft fingers continued rubbing and teasing. Little sparks shot down through his twitching pelvis, going straight to his dick as he bucked his hips. He outright moaned as he felt Jack's cock nudge between his cheeks. It seemed he wasn't the only one with wood that morning.

"J-Jack..." It still felt strange saying it. There was another name that should be on his lips. Different hands should be sliding up and down his body. The cock between his thighs should be bigger. The murmur of his name seemed to please Jack, at least. He hummed softly, stroking down his body to caress his hip and thigh. Gavin was surprised as the hand slipped beneath his knee and lifted, allowing Jack to sneak a leg between his thighs. He hooked his knee over his thigh, propping him up on his side. It was a little uncomfortable to be spread sideways like that, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as a hand grabbed his ass.

"Are you going to be good for me, baby?" Jack purred in his ear, sending a shiver down Gavin's spine. He whined softly, cock twitching as the hand on his ass stroked and teased his perineum and cupped his balls. The fingers on his nipple remained relentless, too, twisting and tweaking as he squirmed.

"Good-I'll be good-I'll be good!" Anything to stay in the bed and out of the tiled room. Jack hushed and soothed him softly, as if sensing his fear. He murmured gentle assurances, telling him how good he was as he rubbed his nipple and stroked his cock. Gavin whined in relief, bunching the sheets with one hand and grabbing Jack's thigh with the other. He wanted to be good. To show Jack he was good. Jack pushed himself up a little, the gap between them telling him he was looking for something on the bedside table. The pop of a cap a moment later told him what it was.