Part 9

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Jack stood still, turning his gaze to the floor and tried to process all this in.  Not realizing that Felix had moved in closer, until Felix's hand touched his cheek.  Jack flinched from the contact, but before he could back away... Felix gently pushed him against the wall, blocking his exits with his hands.  Jack had never seen Felix this bold.  He didn't look like he was playing around or goofing off.  He looked... confident and collected.  Taking one of his hands off the wall, he traced the tips of his fingers down Jack's throat.  His voice turning smooth as he told him.  "Does knowing that upset you"?  Jack swallowed down his nerves, answering in a wisp of a whisper.  "No. Truth be told, I don't know how to take this".  Felix kept his fingers running down Jack's body until they fell across his loose jeans.  Jack shifted against the wall, cupping his hands over the opened zipper.  Leaving the bedroom hadn't deterred Felix from sex like Jack had hoped.  Felix leaned in closer, brushing his lips lightly over Jack's jawbone.  Turning his face practically against the wall, Jack breathlessly forced out.  "Felix... You do remember me saying that I like Mark, right"?  Felix drifted his lips lightly along Jack's ear, answering in a calm whisper.  "Yes. But I think you should know... I'm the one who taught Mark everything he knows".

Jack could feel himself falling into the depths of passion again.  He could feel Felix starting to fumble with the hem of his shirt, before sliding a warm hand slowly up his stomach.  All the while whispering in his ear teasingly.  "I'm going to make you glad you came, Jack".  Jack quickly turned to face the wall, mumbling back in a breathless plea.  "Felix...It's just not..".  Felix took a step back from him, giving him room to breathe.  When Jack peeked over his shoulder to catch a look at how Felix was taking this news, Felix smiled back.  Slowly backing down the hall, Felix extended a hand to Jack, comfortingly asking.  "Come with me. I wanna show you something".  Jack reluctantly followed, but didn't take Felix's hand.  He didn't want to encourage him.  Felix lead him back into the bedroom, and Jack felt like he had made a mistake.  Felix moved around him to casually stand by the open door, and Jack slowly turned to desperately look at him, asking in a terrified whisper.  "Felix... What are you doing"?  Felix leaned his shoulder casually against the doorframe, telling Jack tenderly sweet.  "You're scared of me, I get it. In your mind, you desire Mark. So, I'm going to give him to you".  Jack gave Felix a confused look, as Felix pressed a button on the wall to close the curtains over the large window.  Jack didn't see how blocking out the street lights outside would help.  Then Felix flicked a switch, sending the room into total darkness.

Jack's eyes only adjusted to the dark only enough to get an idea of the silhouettes of things in the room.  A figure moved slowly toward him in the dark, and he raised a hand to stop Felix.  Felix took his extended hand in his own, pressing the tips of his fingers to his lips.  A shiver trailed through Jack.  Being unable to see clearly, every touch from Felix felt so new and foreign.  Jack's breath hitched when he began to feel Felix's warm breath trail slowly along his bare arm.  The minute he was close enough, Felix's hands ran over his chest briefly traveling quickly down to his waist.  Felix fingers slipped his hands under the rim of Jack's jeans, and as they slide farther down the skin of his hips, he pushed down Jack's pants to the floor.  Jack couldn't move or breathe.  Something about being in the dark had taken all Jack's fear and embarrassments.  He felt so free to just enjoy the intense new feeling.  Felix's pressed his lips to Jack's bare hip bone and Jack felt a strange pleasurable tingle spark there.  His whole body was expecting Felix to touch him anywhere.  Felix helped Jack out of his pants, then ran his hands up Jack's strong legs to his underwear.  Jack jerked slightly but stayed in place, so Felix figured he had tickled Jack with his light touches.  Curling his fingers around the elastic band, Felix very slowly peeled Jack's underwear down.  Jack couldn't help reaching down to cover his hard on from Felix.  Even in the dark, that fear had managed to come back.  What if Felix didn't like what he felt?  Did Felix have a preference to dick size?

Felix moved his lips closer to Jack's hard on now that his underwear was gone, only brush his lips over Jack's trembling hands.  Smiling to himself, Felix erotically began to kiss Jack's knuckles and the backs of his soft hands.  Then when Jack least expected it, he forced his wet tongue in between Jack's tightly closed fingers.  No matter how tightly he tried to keep his tongue out, his tongue easily slipped in and flicked against the soft flesh of the cock he was trying to hide.  Jack gasped sharply from the shock and pleasure of Felix's tongue getting through his defenses.  His hands started to tremble uncontrollable, but he didn't remove his hands... and Felix didn't stop flicking his tongue between different fingers to tease him.  Tilting his head back, Jack bit his lip and moaned softly.  Felix ran his hands up the backs of Jack's legs as he started to stand back up, snagging the hem of Jack's shirt and pulling it up his stomach as he straightened up.  Jack lowered his head just as Felix lifted off his shirt, tossing it away and leaning in to kiss Jack.  Jack wrapped his arms around Felix's neck, running his hand up the back of his neck and into his hair.  Felix pulled Jack's hips in against his, then slid his hands up Jack's smooth back.  Jack moaned hungrily as Felix's tongue slipped into his mouth to slide seductively over his.  Felix hefted Jack up into his arms while keeping him locked into the kiss.  Carefully laying Jack out across the bed, Felix laid down over him.  Pulling Jack's leg up against his hip, Felix broke the kiss to lovingly bite Jack's neck.  He wanted to know if the Irishman could rattle his windows with those pipes of his... or by the end of the night, he certainly will have learned.  To Be Continued...                                                                                                                                                                         

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