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by juliette
Jack was horny.
There was no sugarcoating it. No way to beat around the bush. Jack. Was. Horny. He wanted sex, and he wanted now.
Jack peered around the corner at Avery, who was sitting on his bed, and seemed to be playing a game on his computer. Good. Jack came up behind him and kissed his neck. Avery jumped. "Jack!" he said, sounding distracted. "Go away, I'm only a few minutes away from a high score."
Unacceptable. Jack crossed his arms over his chest. "How many minutes?"
"I don't know. Look, why don't you just wait? Or talk to me now. I can multitask." Avery stuck his tongue out a little and leaned closer to the screen.
"I don't want to talk," Jack told Avery's back. "I want sex."
Avery snorted and didn't look up from his game. "Jack, I'm busy. Don't be ridiculous. What do you really want? Jake says he'll fence with you later, if that's what you were going to ask--"
"It wasn't," said Jack, and closed Avery's computer. Avery looked up at him, finally, and Jack could see the Hey! that was about to come out. And then Avery's eye widened, because he could tell that Jack was serious. Jack didn't have time for Avery to be surprised, didn't have to wait for Avery to try to figure out how to react. He kneeled on the bed and kissed Avery for real, surprising the smaller boy again with the intensity of it.
"You weren't kidding," Avery noted when Jack let him breathe. Jack growled at him. Of course he wasn't kidding, and this kissing was just making him hornier. Avery laughed, a little breathlessly still. Jack could imagine what he was thinking--oh, silly Jack. Being so demanding. Why, he just growled! How cute.
Jack was not feeling cute.
It was easy to pin Avery against the bed, because he wasn't expecting it.