It was late in the day; the flat was hot from the day’s sun and humid from impending rain. Avery was, predictably, taking a nap in the sitting room. Jake and Jack had somehow ended up in the kitchen. They weren’t saying anything, but Jake was watching Jack colour his nails with a marker, as he alternated between sucking on and playing with ice cubes.
He kicked his feet up onto a chair. Jack was so absorbed in colouring his nails he didn’t notice the way Jake was looking at him. After a moment, Jake flicked melted ice water off his fingers at Jack, making him jump. Jake grinned. And then got up. He sat himself right in Jack’s lap.
“Jaaaaaaake,” Jack whined, and squirmed. “S’too hot gerrof. C’mon.” He tried to nudge Jake off but Jake didn’t move.
“Nuh uh,” Jake breathed. He stretched over Jack for his glass of ice, tipping the glass back so a piece slid into his mouth. He leaned gently against the boy’s shoulder and sucked, trailing a hand down Jack’s chest, nail catching on his nipple ring accidentally. (not really.)
Jack sucked in a breath.
Jake did it again.
And then, rather then moving his hand down, he moved his hand across.
Jake tipped another piece of ice into his mouth. “Jack I was thinking,” he murmured, ice against his cheek (and Jack watching its movement over Jake’s tongue). He leaned forward and held the ice with his teeth, sliding it over the skin of Jack’s neck.
“What?” Jake was proud of Jack’s gasps the way he was proud of the tiny scars from Avery’s nails on his shoulders. His arm was resting over his own lap, fingers trailing just slightly up and down Jack’s side. He tipped back another piece of ice and pressed it against his cheek, leaning closer to the smaller boy’s neck again.
“Do you want to fuck me?” His voice had gotten low, so low it was practically a whisper, but Jake’s lips were near Jack’s ear. Only a moment after he had spoken, he had the new piece of ice between his just as before, and ran it down Jack’s neck behind his ear. When he pulled away, he grinned at Jack’s huge wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Jake crunched the ice between his teeth and leaned in to kiss him, slowly sucking in his bottom lip and then sitting back again.
They stared at each other for a minute, Jake slowly smirking and Jack’s eyes getting increasingly darker.
“You slut,” Jack finally murmured, grinning wickedly, almost triumphantly – as if he had just won a bet. Jake said nothing, just glanced at their laps, a gleam in his own dark eyes because he knew he had won something himself. He liked that look, that gleam in Jack’s eyes; challenging and promising at the same time, and something that would definitely turn out amazing sex.
“You really want it don’t you,” Jake asked, stated, softly, right after Jake licked his lips absently as he watched Jack. Jack was starting to button his shirt from the bottom up.
“Do it,” Jake replied, his t shirt coming off only a second after he said it.
The rest of their clothes came off even quicker, with kicks and tugs, in between searing kisses and bites, fingers pulling at skin and tangling together over lube as Jake stood and then moved and sat, the two of them gasping together. Jack scratched at Jake’s hips as Jake ground himself down onto him, knuckles white around the back of the chair and Jack sliding naturally inside as they rocked. Moans, swears, sweat, desperation, precome and heat were shared, Jake’s cock not only pressed up hot and hard against his own stomach, but Jack’s as well as they got as close as possible; no touch was needed as they slid against each other, Jack thrusting up as hard as he was able until Jake was crying out, collapsed, shaking and absolutely spent against his chest and Jack himself was coming hard into him as a final result.
“Slut,” was all Jack was able to manage, even after a few minutes. His legs were tingling from Jake’s weight but he hardly noticed.
“I know,” Jake whispered.
Jack didn’t call him on it.