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As usual, I woke up to shouting. "Hey V! Breakfast is ready! You comin'?" Jackie's voice was the same as ever, far too loud for the Welles home (or anywhere else for that matter). I shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs out; another night, another round of the usual nightmares about my last days at Arasaka. I could still see that prick Frank leering at me in a hall, rubbing my nose in the fact that he was above me now, that his boss was about to have mine filleted and served... though of course I didn't know that at the time. Stumbling towards the bathroom, I winced when Jackie shouted again. "C'mon, hermano, andale! Huevos fríos are fuckin' disgusting." The sound of Mama Welles' shushing him came clearly through the thin walls as I grinned in spite of myself. Some things never changed. I hoped this was a good sign, that things weren't going to be too... awkward this morning.
Last night had been a good gig. A new up-and-comer named Biggums was trying to get a rep as a fixer (good luck with that stupid name, though). Dude sent us to a Maelstrom safehouse that looked like a fortress; turrets, cams, all sorts of whiz-bang tech that they figured would protect the kid of some cop they were trying to turn. Sad enough for them, T-Bug peeled their defenses like a grape. The shock on the guard's faces when the turret spun up and started shooting them instead of us was the sort of memory you hold on to. When we got the kid back home safe and sound, the excitement of the parents filled our hearts, and their appreciation filled our wallets. We were still way too wired to go straight home so we went out to get a drink. I didn't remember the joint we landed at, beyond an impression of darkness with lights and the noise of people trying to forget themselves. We landed at a booth with some wirehead sitting next to us fucking a BD, pants all tented up and thrusting into thin air. At least he was quiet. I only vaguely remembered ordering my usual lemonade and Jackie switching it out with a Silverhand when he thought I wasn't looking. Fucker knows I don't drink but I did last night, just to celebrate. Guess I could blame the booze for what came next. Because what I did remember, and remembered all too well, was kissing Jackie in the rush from the job, the excitement of the moment. I remembered all of it. The feeling of his short black hair when I grabbed his head, the intoxicating smell of him, cologne and musky sweat and florida water, the feeling of his too-soft lips against mine, the tastes of salt, lime, and tequila, the look of shock and surprise and what I hoped wasn't disgust, the instinctive, uncomfortable laugh as he pulled back, played it off, looked away, the crashing feeling in my gut telling me I fucked up, fucked up bad. Those things, I remembered all too well. Awkward? How about a fucking disaster. Well done, V.
Jackie knew I was into dudes; it's not like I made a secret of it. He used to make fun of me about sleeping my way up the ladder at Arasaka. 'Fuckin' shouldn't be another way of fighting, 'mano,' he'd say. 'It's supposed to mean more than just another way to get a promotion.' He wasn't wrong; it's just the way things were. We laughed about some of the fucked up situations I saw, but of course I didn't tell him the down and dirty about most of what went on, even when he was telling stories about some chick he dated back when. Those weren't stories that needed to be shared. Some of the experiences weren't bad, but some were... well. Some were. But yeah, he knew I was gay. Problem was that I never got even the smallest hint that he might be, though, and that was where the whole thing went off the road and into twelve kinds of fucked up.
"Good morning, mijo," Mama Welles said as I came around the corner. She was carrying a brown mug, raising an eyebrow at my obvious hangover. "My son took you drinking, I see. Unusual... for you, at least." She cut her eyes at Jackie, who stared at the television screen without giving any indication he was listening. She snorted. "But for you, champurrado, since you feel bad." She handed me a big mug of the Mexican hot chocolate, giving me a private half-smile as Jackie looked up. Without a word she turned, ignoring him like he had pretended to ignore her, and went back in the kitchen. I knew how she spoiled him, so I gave it three... two... one...
"You made champurrado for him but not me? Where's mine, mamá? Hey... wait a minute!" he stomped after her into the kitchen as I sipped the hot thick mixture, hearty and warm as anything to be found in Night City. Mama Welles didn't cook much, but when she did, it was all like this... another benefit of living here. She didn't serve food at her bar, El Coyote, but here it was all homemade. Memories surged back to the forefront of my mind and I grimaced into my mug. I hoped living here was something I could still do. Jackie came back in the room with a mug of his own and he grinned at me, the usual wide grin, and it was like nothing had happened. Okay, I thought. Cool. We're cool.
We weren't cool. I should have known better. Throughout the day, I noticed him watching me. Not bad; not glaring at me, or anything. But watching. Like he didn't trust me any more, like he wondered what I was about to do. That hurt. Still... OK, I figured, I surprised him. I hoped if I just played it normal, we'd get back to baseline and... it mostly worked. Every once in a while, though, I'd look up and catch those blue-grey eyes darting away. I'd know he had been staring at me, but... fuck. What a disaster.
I never meant to start falling for him. If someone had told me when I was a young corpo punk clawing my way up the ranks of Counter-Intel that I'd be gaga over some street choomba ex-gangoon I'd have laughed in their face, maybe sent them for psych eval. I usually liked my men to look like me, muscly but thin, elegant, graceful... the ballet dancer type, the fencing master. I liked poise, I liked cleverness, I liked a man with an economy of motion. Jackie Welles was nothing like any of that. He was a brick fucking wall, and about as elegant, for all his gold bling. He wasn't poised, he wasn't particularly clever (though he thought he was) and he was about as graceful as an elephant with a sore toe. Hell, he walked like his balls hurt, stumping along and practically waddling from how big his thighs were; I'd seen him squat press more plates than I weighed at the gym. What Jackie had was heart. Everything he did, he did one hundred and ten percent, and when he let you in, you were in... there were no secret places, no walls, no caveats. He was loyal like a dog is loyal, to the death and beyond. Turned out I was ready for anything but that. That level of trust was unknown, unprecedented; I didn't feel worthy of it but I craved it. By the time I realized I was watching his big hands play with things, checking out how every pair of jeans stretched over him, admiring the way his shoulders were so broad that even that car-tarp he wore as a coat strained against them... it was all over. I had it bad. I had realized weeks ago, but I'd been playing it cool, ignoring how my gut clenched when he looked at me, tried to keep him from seeing me watching that dimple in his chin when he talked... and now I felt like I'd fucked up even the friendship we had.
Days dragged by. We did another Biggums job, this time stealing a briefcase from Biotechnica for some startup out in Pacifica. It went okay. We ran a con to get this one, as opposed to our usual bang-bang... blood would draw the sharks out in corpo-work. This time I played Sick Friend, staggering along with Jackie's help and painting the shoes of the exec with synth-puke that smelled like I'd been eating shit straight from the toilet. He was so disgusted he never noticed when Jackie took his 'case and bounced; I peeled off my fake plastine face in the van and we laughed the whole way to the delivery, just like old times. Never looked inside, but the job paid well. I felt the hesitation when Jackie put his arm around me, though. I felt the extra tension in him and I hated it. He wasn't as comfortable as he should have been touching me. Despite my nerves, that night I tried to talk about the elephant in the room.
"Jackie... about the other night," I finally said, shaking in my shoes like a teenager. He looked over, raised an eyebrow. "I was outta line. Sorry about that."
"Were you?" was all he said, stone-faced. What? I was all set to ask what the fuck that meant, but he changed the subject, made sure it stayed changed. Afterwards, we went to our rooms. I lay there in the darkness and all I could think about was what he had meant by that cryptic statement.
See, the thing is, I'm not like Jackie. In a lot of things, but especially not in the bravery department. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can fight with the best of them; I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. Even so, I'm a planner. Always have been. It's why I did so well in the corplife until I... well, until I guess I didn't. Jackie just goes for what he wants, but me, I need a plan. I had my nose rubbed in that the one time I slept with my old boss, Jenkins. He had wanted it, and I figured, why not? Maybe I could get a promotion out of it. I did get the promotion, it was true, but it was a deal with the devil. If I had known then what I know now, I never would have done it. Some scars can't be erased. He warned me going in that he had 'exotic tastes'. OK, I thought, I've done some weird shit. If it's too bad, I'll bail. It seemed pretty tame, really; I rode him hard like I usually did, and he seemed to enjoy himself. I have a big cock and I pay attention, so I tended to pride myself on giving my lays a good time. We both got off, and he seemed to respond like a normal guy. When it was over, though, he still looked unsatisfied when he turned to me and said "You've got a big dick, shame you don't know how to use it." Then he just laid there and watched me. What the fuck is this, I wondered.
"You're the first complaint I've heard, sorry it wasn't good for you," I said. I mean, what was I supposed to say? He just sat there looking vaguely upset and constipated; clearly I wasn't giving him what he wanted.
"V, you know what your problem is?" he finally asked, rolling over onto his back and grinning over at me. "You know why you'll never be more than you are now? You're afraid. You won't make a decision about anything. You just react." He lit a cigarette, blowing smoke up in a stream. I felt my stomach churning from the stress I had managed to forget during sex, now rolling back. As if that wasn't enough, I remembered that this dude in my hotel bed was my boss. "Even when you see something you want, you just look at it. You're a fucking coward. And it makes me laugh." He snickered nastily and stared at me, and I knew my face was a picture of what I was feeling. Then he laid back on his pillow with a sigh of happiness. "That's what I was missing, right there. You're good and miserable now. Nothing gets me off like ruining someone's day. Now be a good little employee and fuck off."
"This... this is my room," I replied. He laughed.
"No, little boy, this is Arasaka's room. Never was yours. It belongs to the corp, and since I'm your boss that makes me, what do they call it, in loco parentis. So fuck off and get another room. I don't feel like getting dressed, so I won't. Take your shit and go." His scornful shit-eating grin followed me around the room as I gathered my stuff, put on the bare minimum of clothes and went to the front desk to explain that there had been some sort of mistake. They didn't raise an eyebrow; the staff was too well trained for that. But that humiliation stayed with me. That's not the sort of shit you can ever forget.
The next day Jackie said his 'ware was acting up. We went over to Vik's. I knew Jackie was sweet on Misty... I'd already been present for two of their chats, Misty telling him all sorts of mystical claptrap and him nodding along like he had any idea of what the fuck she was flapping about. I always figured she had a soft spot for Vik, but she seemed to be entertaining Jackie's infatuation. I was trying hard not to be jealous, and most of the time I could manage. He went on through into the surgery area while I hung out in the shop.
"V, you should get a reading." Misty's dreamy, mildly-annoying voice cut into my thoughts.
"Nah, Misty, I'm chill, thanks." Last thing I needed was some sort of bargain-basement 'wisdom' from my crush's current interest. Mama Welles called her 'la brujita', the little witch. Her scornful tone said it all. I'd seen Mama Welles listening closely to advice from Doña Lupe the curandera, even when the old lady was looking at an egg in a glass of water or some other crazy shit, but Misty and her cards were clearly a joke to her which suited me fine.
"You know, V..." Misty's eyes were sharper than usual, peering at me. "Take some free advice, then. You need to make a decision." Memories of Jenkins grabbed me by the throat and my response was sharper than I wanted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She folded her arms and leaned back on the counter, just staring. I think she was trying for wise and maybe spooky, but she just looked petulant. "You got something to say, say it."
She sighed. "You're a lot more obvious than you think you are." She sighed again more deeply, shaking her head slowly. "Every reading I do is stuck around you and what you choose, but it's up to you. Take it from me, it's better to take a risk than it is to..." The bell from the surgery pinged and Vik's voice came across the intercom.
"Misty? Got a sitch down here, need another set of hands." Vik sounded irritated but not stressed, so I didn't worry about Jackie. Probably some sort of third-hand-needed thing, but I hoped she would hurry up and leave. This conversation was awkward as fuck.
"Not sure what you're talking about." I said, scowling at her. I knew I sounded like a fool, but if she was saying what I thought she was saying I had literally no idea what was going on. She rolled her eyes.
"Sure, well..." she said, but Vik pinged again.
"If you can't come, I need to know. If you can, come on... this is time-sensitive." She rolled her eyes again but left without another word. I looked at her deck, sitting on the counter, then at the door, then back at the deck. I flipped over a card... had the number seven at the top. The picture was of a dude looking at a bunch of cups with all sorts of things coming out of them. Huh. Next card showed a knight on a horse, carrying another cup. What's with the cups, I wondered. The next card had a two at the top and showed a man and a woman each holding a cup, with some sort of flaming heart-lion-thing coming out of it. Jesus, was this deck all pictures of cups? I flipped through the other cards, and there were a lot of pictures that didn't make any sense to me, swords and sticks and plates with stars on them. I set the deck back down seconds before Misty came back in the door, shaking her head, but I didn't get the cards all back in the deck in time.
She looked at the three I had pulled and just flat-out laughed, like belly-laughed, something I had never heard her do before. "Guess you wanted to do your own reading." She finally said as her laughing was winding down. "Find out what you needed to know?" Her crazy hair was bigger than usual, but with the grin she was wearing she was almost cute. I guess I could see what Jackie saw in her.
"Sure," I said, feeling like 'whatever' was a little too rude despite being what I wanted to say. Who knew what the fuck any of that meant?
I knew. Of fucking course I knew.
When Jackie came rolling in, smartlinks recalibrated and some sort of new co-processor for targeting spinning in his head, I was beyond ready to go. Of course, nothing would do but that we roll to the Second Amendment range so he could try it out. By the time we got home, it was late and Mama Welles had already headed to the Coyote for the night shift. We came in the house and tripped the lights, sat down on the couch with some drinks. "Want to watch a show?" Jackie asked.
"Nah," I said. Decisions, I thought. I can make a decision. I'm going for what I want. And fuck you, Jenkins. "I wanna talk." Jackie sat back, looked at me with that calculating look he gets when he's not sure what's going on. God I would miss that look if this didn't work out.
"OK," he said finally. "Talk." I swallowed.
"I tried..." I started to say, but my mouth was so dry I almost choked. I sipped my lemonade and tried again. "I tried to apologize the other night for... for kissing you." He nodded but his face didn't move. "I'm... sorry. For doing it with... with no warning." I felt like my heart was about to pound its way out of my chest. This was miserable. "But I'm not sorry for doing it." Still he didn't move. "I'd been wanting to do that a long time." His fingers tapped on the arm of the couch, tattoos dancing as his muscles flexed, but he didn't say anything. He glanced over towards me, away, back again. "I'm sorry if this is awkward... I can... I can go." One of those huge hands landed on my arm like a rock, holding me in place.
"Hermano..." he said softly. "Listen. I want to ask you something, and I want you to answer me straight. OK?" I nodded, eyes tingling. Please god, I thought, don't let me start crying. "OK, good." He took a long drink of his beer, stared at the dark screen of the TV in front of us, then finally nodded once. "I watched you for years, climbin' your way up the fuckin' greasy pole at Arasaka. If you'll pardon the expression," he laughed, cutting his eyes at me like I was going to be cracking up too despite feeling flayed open and terrified. "I saw you fuckin' miserable, muchacho. You didn't talk about it, but you were fucked up. Every time I saw you, the circles under your eyes were darker, your eyes were harder lookin', and your nerves were worse. That last day, you answered the phone while you were pukin' your guts up in the sink at work. I said right then, this man, he spends too much time, what's that Cuban expression Gomecito uses, comerse su propio coco. Eating his own coconut, ain't that some shit? Did I ever tell you about the lady that thought I was Cuban?" He was grinning again, trying to make this a normal conversation. I appreciated the effort, but I was still swimming in my own nerves. Eating my own coconut indeed.
"You might look Cuban with that face, but you can't pass for anything but north Mexican when you open your mouth. Your Spanish is straight outta Sonora, Jackie." I knew my lines like an actor, I just didn't know how this play was going to end. He laughed delightedly.
"Maybe so, vato, maybe so. But I'm gettin' off track here. You were wrecked. And all your bullshit corpo games and diablería boiled down to being fired in a club by someone you never met. That was the night I saw you hit bottom. But that was also the night you started to get better." Jackie took another drink of his beer. What the fuck, I had to wonder, did any of this have to do with anything.
"You said you..." I tried to ask, but Jackie cut me off.
"I ain't done talkin', callate. You came back here and I watched you turn human again." He stopped and took in a deep breath, like he was getting ready to jump off of something. "When I was a kid, I had three brothers. I was the fourth. Now I'm the only one left." His jaw was tight as a spring. He stared into the dark screen again for a second. "You're the brother I never knew I'd have. I love you. My mother loves you." Fuck, I thought, he's letting me down easy but he's letting me down. I tried to get up again.
"I'm sorry I..." I managed to get out before Jackie jerked me back down again.
"Callate I said! Goddammit, so quick to jump and run. Take a fuckin' breath. Calm yourself and just listen. I'm gettin' to my question, tengo una pregunta muy importante." I looked over at him and traced my eyes over that profile, the massive nose, the broad face, and god help me but I loved this man despite the fact that he was killing me one word at a time. "Now I know when you were at Arasaka you fucked around. You told me. I told you then, it was supposed to mean more, you 'member?" I nodded dumbly. "Good. That's good. At least you listen to me occasionally." I swear this man could talk around a point more than anyone I'd ever met. Usually it was fine but tonight...
"Jackie..." this was getting to be too much for real. All I'd had was lemonade and yet I felt like I was on day three of a bender and waking up facedown in a toilet somewhere, completely wrung out and dying.
"So..." he went on over my voice like I hadn't said anything. "You know you've got a home here for as long as you live. You know I'm your brother, your friend until the end, whenever it may come. You don't have to..." his voice hitched, just a little but I heard it. "You don't have to try to marry into the family to stay, is what I'm sayin'." He finally looked directly at me and his eyes were sad, so sad it cut me open. "So are you sure you..." he stopped for a moment. "I guess I'm tryin' to ask why you kissed me." Realization hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt like complete shit.
"Jackie," I said, barely a whisper. "No, man, it's not like that. It's never been like that. I..." I picked his hand up off my arm and kissed his fingers. "It's you, Jack. It's always only been about you, not... not all that other shit. I don't deserve you, but I want you. I've spent, uh, let's just call it a long time, wanting you, but afraid that... that..." and fuck, I was going to start crying if I wasn't careful.
"I don't usually go for los hombres, you know," Jackie said. "I mean, it's happened before once or twice, that I found some guy attractive, but they usually didn't... I mean, it never really worked out that we... you know..." and it was at that moment that I realized that Jackie was blushing. My gut finally caught up to my ears and I realized this might be working out after all. "I guess I just get nervous when I get somethin' nice handed to me with no strings. I mean, why me?" he asked.
"Why..." I stopped, wanting to laugh but afraid it would be misunderstood. "Why wouldn't it be you? Jackie, you're hot as fuck, you're loyal, you've got a heart of fuckin' gold, you're the most kind, trusting..." I growled in frustration, holding his eyes and shaking my head slowly at his incredulous look. "I don't deserve someone as good as you, you motherfucker, and I know it. But I want you," I whispered in his ear as I leaned over him, licking where the heavy gold cross looped through his earlobe. "God, I fuckin' want you so bad."
"Ay Dios, okay, I believe you," he whispered back, and it was like the heavens opened and the angels sang. "But you're gonna have to show me how it all works between dudes, V. I'm in a new country with this shit."
"I think I can handle that," I said, biting my way up that massive neck I'd been watching for so long. He groaned, long and slow, and just opened up like a flower, arms and legs splaying open while I slid on top of him. We kissed, then again. I felt his arms wrap around me, the strength in them held in check so he wouldn't hurt me and I felt safe for the first time in... shit, in I don't know when. "The early part is pretty much the same," I whispered in his ear. "Do what you like." Before I knew it he had lifted me bodily off the couch like I was nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into his room. "Goddamn, Jackie," I sighed, burying my nose in his jawline. He smelled the same as the night we kissed, some light cologne and florida water and his own musky smell that hit my brain like glitter. His sheets smelled like that too, and he climbed on top of me, pinned me in and I had his weight pressing down on me, strong arms caging me, and I was surprised how comfortable I felt. Normally I couldn't stand being pinned in like this but this was Jackie, and Jackie meant safety.
"V..." his hoarse growl in my ear made me twitch. "This is crazy. I never thought I'd be doin' this with you, but shit it feels so good," his huge hands were all over me, feeling my arms, legs, in my hair. "It's definitely different with a girl, but... shit, maybe I'm V-sexual." His deep chuckle had me laughing too this time. Only Jackie would say something so ridiculous at a time like this. "Jesucristo..." his hand traced my cock, painfully hard in my jeans. "I guess you weren't lying when you told me V stood for vergón, eh?" I laughed again, louder this time. When we first met, Jackie had been obsessed with my name, refusing to believe that my junkie mom named me a single letter because she liked the shape of it. He was one of very few people that knew that, but he still didn't believe it, so after the fourth day of him calling me random names that started with V I told him it stood for vergón, big cock, and then called him Jackoff until he stopped with the names. I had almost forgotten about that.
"Feels like you've got more than a handful yourself," I replied, palming the front of his jeans. "Can I...?" I asked. He almost ripped his jeans getting them open and I shucked them down. "Let's start slow." He stiffened and not in a good way, so I backed off a bit. His briefs were tented and I saw he was a big boy, but I didn't want to go further until he was ready.
"Yeah, I... V, I didn't even..." I knew exactly where his mind was going. He was trying to put me in the role of a woman in his dating fantasy. I pushed him back on the bed, crawling up and dragging my chest across the bulge of his hard cock as I went, nibbling along his jawline until he arched.
I leaned into his ear and whispered "Don't start talking some first-date horseshit with me, loverboy. We've been living together for months. We work together, we spend every moment together, now we just have something else we can do together. It's taken us too long to get to the fucking as it is, we're practically already married. Now just shut up and let me suck your cock." He laughed, which was the secondary goal, but he also relaxed, which was the primary goal I wanted to accomplish. I worked my way back down that massive, muscular body, sliding his shirt up and biting at the ridges of muscle. Jackie looked almost fat in his clothes because he was so stocky but when his clothes were off the truth was revealed... he was a solid block of muscle, slabs of it, with not even a trace of softness around his waist. He just had a huge frame, and I licked along the seams where the access port for his augs poked out at his sternum. The little traces of gold and plasticine were hard on my tongue but it all just tasted and smelled like Jackie, hot and wonderful. Those enormous hands were tangled in my hair, but cupping my head like I was something precious. I moaned when I could feel the cold band of gold from the ring he wore pressing against the crown of my head. Slowly I lowered his briefs and his cock bounced out, almost hitting me in the jaw, a trail of clear pre-come drool landing on my face. He was pretty big for a normal sized guy, it was just average looking on his massive frame. Still, what a fucking gorgeous piece of meat he had. I stuck out my tongue and licked him off my lips, looking up at him through my eyelashes where he was staring down. "Delicious," I murmured and he groaned like I was killing him.
His balls were enormous; no wonder he walked like he did. I cupped them in one hand while I skinned back his foreskin with the other, running my tongue along the seam. He was breathing like he was running a race, and I idly wondered how many blowjobs my Jackie had received up until now. I knew for sure I wanted this one to be memorable. He was mumbling to himself in Spanish as I slid my lips slowly over the head and ran my tongue across it, back and forth, then slowly slid down. I didn't have much gag reflex, thankfully, or else I would have been in trouble, but I forced him down my throat and relished the burn. His balls drew up in my hand and I tugged them back down, making him groan again, even louder this time. I should have known he would be loud in bed like he was loud everywhere else. I pulled off his cock and slid my hand up and down it as I licked and nibbled my way along those enormous babymakers, licking along the crease with his thigh until he shrieked and opened his leg a little further letting me go even further down into his crack. I didn't think he was quite ready for the experience of being rimmed yet but I looked forward to turning that mass of muscle into a pile of quivering jelly with just my tongue; maybe I could make a braindance of it for times when I needed to come and only had 30 seconds to do it. Moving back up, I took him in my mouth. He was moaning loud now. "V... I'm... I'm not gonna last much... V, for real, I..." he tried talking, but it was too much. He was wasting his breath anyway. I knew he was about to come, I knew what those trembling legs and short breaths meant, and I wanted every drop of what he had to offer. He scrabbled a bit in my hair before a series of quick, panting moans told me to expect a full mouth. Full it was, too... god that man could produce some serious amounts of come, I thought I was going to drown for a second. Finally I cleaned him up, licking the final droplet off him after I milked it out with one hand.
"Jesus, Jackie, been a while, huh? That was about a gallon," I said, sliding up the bed. He was splayed out, a giant smile wreathing his face, and anyone that saw him would know he had just gotten off from the blissed out expression. "Thank you," I whispered as I kissed the side of his mouth. "Never thought I'd get to do that." He pulled me over and kissed me properly, tongue plunging into my mouth for a second before he pulled back.
"Huh," he said, kissing me again, longer this time. "So that's what nut tastes like. Not as bad as I thought," and the thought of him tasting himself in my mouth had me ready to come in my own pants. "The way the chicas carry on about it, I expected it to be a lot worse." Jackie reached down and unbuttoned my pants, shocking me a bit, then shocked me even more by manhandling my trousers off in short order. He was so strong, just slinging my legs around... like before, normally I would have fought, hated it, but... I mean... it was Jackie. "Que vergón, mi corazón," he whispered, running his hand along my the ridge my cock made in my underwear. When he pulled my boxers down, he stopped and gave a low whistle. "God damn, V, maybe I changed my mind." I laughed, hoping like fuck he was joking. Luckily for me, he was. "I dunno why you were with Arasaka when you could have just made porn with this fuckin' thing," he chuckled. He leaned down closer to it and looked at it, like stared, and I made it jump in his hand. He jumped and then giggled like a little kid, and a wash of warmth went through me despite how turned on I was. His tongue came out and gave my cock a tentative lick. I guess with the size of the rest of him, I should have expected his tongue to be big too, but his tongue was huge and long and he used it like a pro. A memory of those girlfriends he mentioned from before went through my mind before I could shut it down and I knew they had been some happy bitches... he's mine now, though, I thought at them in my own mind. He's mine for as long as I have him.
While I was thinking he was learning. He took the head in his mouth, then pulled back. "Keep your lips over your teeth," I told him. He grunted and gave me an embarrassed face, but I stroked his cheek and grinned. "No shame in it, man, you're learning. Besides, just seeing you down there is enough to get me off as it is." He grinned back, nerves forgotten, then leaned forward and took the first few inches in, promptly gagging and pulling off. "Go slow," I warned him. "No need to choke. Think about how you've been blown. You've had your cock sucked, you know what dudes like in general." I felt one of his hands slide up to cup my nuts like I had done his and sighed. This might not last as long as I wanted it to. When his mouth went back over the end and I felt that tongue working, I knew it definitely wasn't going to last much longer. I could feel the tension running all up my back already, my hips fighting to punch upwards into that warm, wet mouth. "You... uh... you don't have to... Jack, watch out... if... oh god..." He stayed on for the first shot like a trooper but pulled off after that. His hand worked me steady through it, though, pulling each load out and I saw the first few go over his face, saw him swallow what was in his mouth already, and I thought I might have died and gone to heaven without noticing. He smacked his lips, then did what I had done, milking out the last drops and licking it off the tip. I dragged him up and kissed him, loving the taste of my come in his mouth. "Fuck," I groaned and licked into him again and again.
"Shit, V, you like that, huh," he said.
"Fuck yeah I love it... One day I'll eat your ass after I come inside you and you'll find out just how much... uh..." I said before my brain caught up with my mouth. I felt myself flushing bright red, but shit, I'd said it. His eyes got big for a minute but I'll give him credit, he didn't freak out.
"Let's, ah... let's work up to that, okay? Maybe not tonight." I laughed breathlessly and curled up in his arms. Maybe not tonight, indeed. I knew we had a lot ahead of us, and a rocky road at that. Somehow we were going to have to explain this new development to Mama Welles. Not everyone in Haywood was supportive of gay people, even in this day and age. The Valentinos weren't going to like that one of 'theirs' was fucking a merc, retired ganger or not. But all of that shit could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I was in the arms of the man I never thought I'd have, and I was feeling pretty damn tight. For the moment, life was good, and that was enough.