Avery Avery Avery Avery Avery Avery Avery and that's all that Jack is thinking, all that he can think because Avery's mouth is hot and oh fuck wonderful, his wonderful mouth and the muscles in his throat are tight around Jack's cock, so tight. Jack is lost in pleasure and he's so completely focused on that one place where he and Avery are connected that it would be fair to say that he's lost in Avery's mouth, too. He's just lost, completely and utterly. He could be anywhere, but the only thing that matters is Avery and how he's gripping Jack's hips so hard.
He says Loveyou when he jerks and comes, one breath, loveyou instead of ohgod because with Avery making those little noises, what else is there to pray for?
Avery. Avery. Avery.
After, they cling with clutching arms and seeking mouths, Jack whispering loveyouloveyouloveyou fiercely into Avery's neck and against his lips that are so warm Jack smirks. Avery's wonderful mouth.
Love you, Avery tells him back.
Avery.