Love Bites

Jae: Seventeen

Jae stared up at the demand, barely hanging onto his sanity, pressing himself against the head of Jack's cock with a low whine. 

Jack knew his body better than he did. But the same was true about Jae. Jack was his muse. Intimacy, sex, was a language that they spoke between them, and only them, and it had been that way since the first time. Sex was sex. Penetration was penetration, but it was more than that. It was a way they told each other, "I know you." 

He was driving his body crazy, and Jae didn't know how long he could hold out. The words Jack wanted were true, but this wasn't about words. It was submission. They were far from kinky, but there was a certain give and take between the men that established dominance. Jack was an alpha male. He controlled situations around him, was an automatic leader in most any situation, and his people were his people. He was fiercely loyal, and at times territorial, and that applied to Jae. 

He didn't mind, mostly, because Jack was good to him. The more Jae gave in, the more Jack got off, in and out of bed. When Jae fought it, Jack upped the game. It was a dangerous gamble because Jae was vulnerable. 

He could feel the broad head, remembered what it felt like to take his size, and needed it. He'd never tell Jack this, but it was unbearable at first, Jae's need for him. Nothing seemed to take the edge off, and Jae tried everything--everything. 

He missed Jack's cocky grin when he made him come. 

He missed Jack's spot. 

He missed the look in Jack's eyes when he emptied himself deep inside Jae. 

He missed a million things about being with Jack, but something tugged at those words. 

Jae curled his leg around Jack's hip and tried to pull him closer, tried to lift his hips, grabbed for Jae's and tugged him closer, but Jack's big body wouldn't budge. 

He wet his lips and stared, never taking his eyes off of the ocean in his lover's, then reached down and wrapped his hand around his own cock, gasping at the familiar contact. 

It wasn't fair. It wasn't sane. 

Jack would never be coaxed into giving in by jerking off.

It wasn't what he wanted at all. 

But to tell Jack he missed him was a step closer to admitting he was wrong, and he didn't feel he was wrong. 

The time he spent away from Jack Keller taught him a lot about himself. It taught him that he was fine alone, but he didn't do well with lonely. Jae was a sharer, a /very/ selective sharer, but he enjoyed having a witness to his life, someone he could be totally on the level with. 

It taught him that there were no other people in the world like Jack. No one as kind or smart or committed or a million other things that made Jack extraordinary. 

It taught him love wasn't fleeting, and that absence did seem to make the good memories better and the bad ones lessen. 

Jae trailed his fingers down Jack's arm. "I remember every time. I remember meeting you on that research boat, The Kismet, and watching you slide over the back of a fifteen foot great white with so much skill..." 

Jae chuckled, trying to coax Jack forward again, but he still wouldn't move. 

"I remember a lot." 

He was right there, and Jae was three words away from that pleasure that freed him from the anger, the frustration and loneliness, the thoughts, and he was stalling. 

"Please...," Jae begged, swallowing hard, rolling his hips, but nothing.

His chest was tight, his body beginning to tremble, and he rolled his head to the side, closing them, and reached up and cupped the back of Jack's neck. He tugged him down, lips inches from his, and panted softly. Jack would hold to his word. Jae's stomach flipped. 

"Every day." The words were broken, and low, but he could hear him. "I missed you every day." 

And that was all it took. 

Jae bore down as Jack pressed into him, that incredible tightness, the sweet pain that made Jae's cock jerk in his own hand, but he let his grip on his dick fall away and lay his arm to the side. 

It was a moment he never thought he'd feel again. It choked him up. Jae tightened his grip on the back of Jack's neck, curling himself in more, feeling every inch as it filled him. 

The weight of Jack's body felt delicious, the pressure beginning to build, and Jae pressed his lips to Jack's, even as he pushed further. 

He gasped against the kiss, threaded his fingers into Jack's hair, and began to roll his hips down onto Jack's length, taking more than Jack was giving. 

"Fuck me. More. Fuck me more. I need more." 

It was all he could think to say. 

Jae kissed him this time, breaching his mouth, sweeping his tongue through Jack's taste. There was nothing better than this. Jae's hand roamed that tight body, those abs, grabbed his hip as he tightened his grip on Jack's hair, holding the insulin man's lips to his. This Jae knew. 

He thrust down onto Jack's length with a long moan, then rose up and took him again, but he could tell he'd only taken half. 

Half. 

He shuddered and bit at Jack's lip, his voice a low, gravelly tease now. "Please, baby..."