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Jack didn’t get it. He didn’t get why everyone in AEW sought to bully him like they were in some preschool. Yeah, he had long hair, and that was a weakness he was aware of, but seriously? It was all the time ! This constant barrage of insults and unwarranted fights had to be damaging to his mental health. To be called such nasty things 24/7, and to be abused for just defending him… It was sick. Sick and twisted, it made his stomach drop all the time. He was always on edge. An unwavering anxiety had taken home in his stomach. He had never felt that way before, felt so scared that he was always fidgeting and waiting for some hand to come in contact with his face. He had never been so worried about being alone before.
Lucha and Christian were his god sends. They were bigger and more confident than him. They weren’t afraid to break someone’s nose if they started fucking with Jungle Boy. Even when he was with them, you could never tell when Kenny Omega was going to pop out of nowhere and pull on his hair like some toddler.
And the worst part of all, the reason he despised getting bullied like he was in middle school… It was because he liked it . Jack loved the intoxicating fear that circled his brain, the deep pit in his stomach, the shake of his hands. He craved the sharp pain he would get when his hair got pulled, the feel of disgust whenever his face got spit on, the sting of his flesh whenever he got slapped. It was sick, and he adored it. It was sick and twisted, and he knew that if anyone found out, they would scoff and sneer at him. They would look at him like he was some creep, because he was! He had to rush to the showers when he got slapped for just existing because if he waited any longer, he would have to change his clothes to clean ones free of whatever nut he just busted. He had a jacket handy at all times in case he got a boner every time Kenny spit in his face.
And god… Kenny had to know what he was doing. Yeah, other people had bullied and played with Jack before like he was some blow-up doll, but Kenny was so different. The grip he had on his hair was different, the sharpness of his smacks was different, the feel of his spit against Jack’s face was different.
Maybe it felt all so different to Jack because he had a crush on Kenny, his amazing body, scary confidence, good looks. He could make anyone swoon.
But overall, it was a problem. Jack had a problem that had dyed hair, was prettier than the Greek Gods, and was super fucking mean.
God…
He took a step back and the cold water he had been using to clean off the conditioner in his hair hit his groin. Jack hissed at the cold water, but silently thanked it for getting his mind off that man. He turned the spray of water off and squeezed the water out of his hair. Grabbing the towel from the curtain rod and lazily drying his body off before wrapping it around his waist.
He grabbed for his bag, which should’ve been right outside the shower, but all his hand felt was the tile of the floor. Usually he would’ve put his hair products in, tie his hair up, and Lucha would hand over his bag of clothes. But Lucha wasn’t here right now, so Jack had left his bag right outside the shower so he wouldn’t have to walk all the way to the lockers with only a towel on.
And the only reason he wasn’t cuddled away in his private locker room was because this event center’s private rooms didn’t have showers. So Jungle Boy was all kinds of vulnerable.
But thankfully, most of the guys were friendly enough to not take other people’s clothes, because that was just a shitty thing to do. Sportsmanship and all. Yeah, punch him in the face all you want, but as soon as you take a man’s clothes while he’s in the shower, you’ve stepped too far.
But Jack’s bag was gone. He even peaked out of the curtain and looked around. There was no gray backpack anywhere to be seen. A heavy beat in his heart grew as his eyes searched around, finally landing on a pair of black sneakers that led up to a pair of jeans, which led up to-
Shit!
Jack whipped the curtain shut, but it was immediately whipped open by none other than the man who had been plaguing his mind since he started AEW. Even before then, stuck in his college dorm watching videos of random wrestlers when a Kenny Omega match popped up and rewired his entire brain.
“Hey there Jacky.” All the pet names, all the looks, the intimidating posture. It could drive a man insane - it was driving a man insane. Kenny’s smile was something vicious and mean, something that Jack couldn’t take right now. “How was your shower? You took pretty long, but I’m sure it takes a while to take care of all that pretty hair.” He was much closer than before and reached out to touch a strand of Jack’s hair.
Jack jerked away and his back hit the shower wall. He was cornered, he couldn’t escape, this was like all of his fantasies- shit!
“You’re probably wondering what I want?” Kenny took the words out of his mouth, and Jack was thankful. It was like as soon as he had seen the man, his vocal cords had been ripped out of his throat. “Well, I want you to lose to the Bucks at your next match,” Jack was about to open his mouth to disagree, but Kenny shut him up, “and if you don’t agree, I won’t give you back your bag.”
Jack had everything in that bag. If Kenny didn’t give it back, he’d basically be stranded in the event center with only a towel to give him privacy. God, curse Lucha for going to their hotel room early, the asshole!
“So?” Kenny asked, urging Jack to answer despite his obvious uneasiness.
Jack couldn’t be controlled by him, not with wrestling matches. He could fall to his knees outside their 20 minute time limit, but anything other than that, Jack had to be the confident man Christian and Lucha thought he was. “No.” He stuttered out, puffing up his chest to seem more sure of himself (he wasn’t).
Kenny narrowed his eyes, staring deep into Jack’s soul. It made his facade of confidence falter and he squirmed under Kenny’s gaze. An uncomfortable heat started rising in his body.
Noooo… Not now! Yeah, it made sense, but please, not now!
“Did you just say no to me?” Kenny asked.
Jack knew that this was a trick question, but once again, he had to stay confident. He couldn’t let Kenny’s hot stares control him. “Yes-”
His face was grabbed harshly, Kenny squeezing his cheeks and pressing him further into the shower tiles. Jack was just surprised he hadn’t gone for his hair yet.
“The fuck you think you are saying no to me?” Kenny asked, and he squeezed his face tighter.
In a moment that Jungle Boy would regret for the rest of his life, a small whimper came out of his mouth. A noise he would make when he was getting too into his mind and forgot that there were definitely other people in the locker room.
“Oh, are you scared?” Kenny asked. Jungle boy had his eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn’t have to face the reality of the situation he was in. The cold tile of the shower wall pressing hard against his cheek. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Kenny snapped at him, like he had any function over his body at the moment.
Kenny shoved a knee between Jack’s legs, and in another moment that he’d be regretting for the rest of his life, Jack whimpered. Except this time, it sounded much more like a moan. A porn star moan you would only ever hear in those ugly high production videos.
You couldn’t blame him, though! All Jack had to his person was a towel , and Kenny’s knee had pushed up against a very sensitive part of his body. It was even more sensitive with Kenny Omega all up in his face.
They both froze, Jack out of pure embarrassment, and Kenny out of shock and curiosity. At least that was what Jack was getting from the look of confusion on the man’s face.
The world champion moved his knee up a little further, trying to provoke something out of the man he had pressed up against the wall.
Jack did his best to bite back to the moan that tried to escape from his lips, but it was useless. His face was as readable as a picture book.
“Ohh…” Kenny breathed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Jack was gonna lose it. It was taking everything in his power to not crumble against Kenny’s knee and just let it go right there. A smile was forming on Kenny’s face. “I get it now.” He leaned closer, his breath tickling Jack’s ear, “I can’t let this be too easy for you, Jungle Jack. Please consider my demand, though.” He licked the shell of Jack’s ear before dropping the backpack and turning to leave.
Jack felt considerably colder without Kenny’s body heat radiating onto him. He also felt like a complete mess, an overstimulated, blue-balled mess. And what was worse was that Kenny now knew . He knew Jack’s deepest secret.
Oh, this was going to be so embarrassing.
Jack’s head was still a little fuzzy after the tag-team match. He was squeezing his thighs so hard trying to get the heat out of his abdomen, but nothing was working. At least he could hide his lower half from everyone else by folding his legs up into the jacket Lucha had given him. He had been given the jacket because all Jack had on was some furry boots and his wrestling trunks, and it was cold inside the infirmary. They were waiting for the doctor to give Christian the ‘okay’ before they could leave.
Jack, Marko, and Lucha didn’t have to be in the infirmary with Christian, and he had actually told them to head over to the hotel, but why the hell would they do that? They were there to protect Christian in case Kenny Omega and his group of idiots came back and beat him down one more time.
It had all happened so fast. One second, he was reeling from not winning the match, and then he was being assaulted by Kenny, and then Christian was being beaten half to death.
He was 100% sure that Kenny only came after him because he knew his secret. He could’ve just pushed Jack out of the way and gone straight to Christian, but no .
It made him curl into himself even further.
And he felt terrible about it. Jack wondered how absolutely disappointed everyone would be if they found out he had a horrific crush on the guy who was torturing them right now.
A knock on the infirmary door made them all tense up, and they had a good reason for it as Kenny Omega’s head popped out from behind the door.
Everyone but Christian jumped out of their seats once Kenny’s blinding smile reached their eyes.
“What do you want?” Christian asked harshly.
“I don’t want any harm.” Kenny said carefully as he slowly opened the door to let himself in. “I just wanna talk to Mr. Jumping Jack.”
Jack’s stomach dropped, a plethora of ideas burst into his head, and none of them were good. Lucha immediately put himself between Kenny and Jack, protecting him from this madman who had nothing but evil intentions.
“Why would we ever let you do that?” Lucha asked, obviously skeptical after Kenny had beaten Christian senseless.
“Look, I get it, you don’t trust me.” Kenny seemed annoyed all to hell about the statement he was making. “But I’m not gonna do anything bad. I just want to talk to him.” Kenny leaned over to look past Lucha and fluttered his fingers at Jack.
Jack felt a heat rise all over his body and he ducked away from Kenny’s gaze.
“Why?” Marko butt in. “All you’ve done is be a major ass to us. We would never let you talk to Jack alone!”
And this was Jack’s time to choose, to forget all about his crush and let his family protect him, or…
“I’ll talk.” Jack said, moving to the side out of the protective wall of Luchasaurus. A look that Jack couldn’t describe flashed across Kenny’s face.
“Are you crazy?” Marko hissed at him, Lucha also having a look of confusion. It made sense. In all their time together, there was no ounce of friendship between The Elite and the Jurassic Express. This was stupid, and Jack was crazy.
There were a million things that could go wrong from Kenny taking him away to go talk privately.
“I can handle myself.” Jack whispered back. He had fought Kenny before, in and out of the ring. He wasn’t afraid to fight him again. “And it must be important. Why else would he want to talk to me?”
“It is very important.” Kenny confirmed. “Very, very important.” He was making it sound like it wasn’t important, but Jack was falling for it, anyway.
“Just go.” Christian told him, probably annoyed at all the commotion. “But Kenny, I swear to god-“
“You don’t have to worry.” Kenny told him with a smile. “I’m not gonna make him turn or whatever the hell. I just need to talk to him about something.”
Oh… ohhhh, Jack was fucked.
Kenny smiled again, vicious and shark like. “C’mon.” he urged Jack to follow him before disappearing behind the door.
Jack gave one last ‘I’ll be okay’ look to his family before leaving to go catch up with Kenny.
The click of the door made his stomach sink. There was no going back now. He was stuck walking behind Kenny Omega, worrying every second about what Kenny was going to say to him.
God, it was probably some kind of restraining order.
It was kind of funny the difference between the two of them. Kenny walked confidently down the halls of the event center while Jack toyed with the hem of his jacket, staring down at Kenny’s legs to make sure he wouldn’t get lost.
He wasn’t usually so… shy , but he was so nervous. He felt so exposed as well, so pulling down his jacket to cover up his trunks was an attempt to feel better.
It wasn’t working. It never worked.
They eventually made it to what seemed to be Kenny’s private dressing room. Jack lifted his head for the first time that entire journey to see Kenny looking at him while opening the door. That big shark-like smile was burning itself into Jack’s brain.
The room wasn’t empty though, as it was being occupied by The Elite. It was obvious Kenny wasn’t expecting it because his suave looks quickly turned to anger and he snapped his head inside the room.
“I told you guys to leave!?” He screamed. “Are you deaf? What the fuck!?”
They all gave Kenny some form of apology as they hopped out of their seats and quickly exited the dressing room. Jack wasn’t expecting that when people said Kenny was a douche to everyone, they meant everyone. The scared faces from The Elite made it seem like this was a common occurrence. Kenny yelling at them. The weird thing was, before the world champion title, Jack had heard that Kenny was one of those ‘locker room leaders’. Kenny was the nicest guy around, according to some, but it was obvious he had changed. There was a part of Jack that was happy he hadn’t won that title. He would never want to end up like some asshole, like Kenny.
But he would want to get with that asshole… that wasn’t funny.
The looks The Elite were giving him made Jack even more worried than he was. Did they know what was going on? Had Kenny told them his secret? Jack didn’t put it past him, the asshole.
But they were really just glares , so to soothe his conscious, Jack was telling himself that they were just giving him these looks because they hated him. That made sense, so he was sticking to it.
“I’m sorry about that.” Kenny apologized with a smile and presented him the open room again. “Make yourself at home.”
Jack mentally prayed to whatever god there was that Kenny wouldn’t kill him when those doors closed before rushing inside.
It was all very nice, a lot more cozy and clean than his mess of a room that the Jungle Express shared. And despite the rooms being so similar, it looked a lot more expensive than Jack’s. Maybe because Kenny was an expensive guy, he didn’t know.
He took ‘make yourself at home’ lightly, nothing wanting to do anything wrong while he was alone and defenseless. He sat himself down on the couch and let out a breath that he hoped Kenny didn’t hear.
“Do you drink?” Kenny asked as he shut the door, not locking it though. If Jack needed to, he could escape and run back to his family. Jack didn’t really know why he would need to escape, he was just nervous.
“Uh, no I don’t.” He could drink, but he usually didn’t because Lucha didn’t think it was good for him. The only time he ever was when Christian gave him small sips while Lucha wasn’t looking.
A water bottle was chucked at him, but he caught it just in time before it smacked him in the face. It shook Jack ever slightly, more on guard when he saw Kenny’s smug face.
“So, tell me, how short is the leash that Dino-man and Chris have on you?” Kenny asked him as he started making himself a drink from the little mini bar The Elite had.
Jack’s head snapped up. “What?” he had been lost in his thoughts while fiddling with the cap of the water bottle.
Kenny didn’t even look at him, he just continued making his drink. “How tight are they…” He made a squeezing motion with his fist. “Y’know.” He dropped a sphere of ice into the glass, a small cracking sound from the ice coming in contact with the different temperature of the alcohol. Kenny was trying to hint at something that Jack just wasn’t getting.
Chris and Lucha didn’t have any leash on him, and they weren’t… squeezing him or whatever Kenny was trying to ask. Maybe he was thinking Chris and Lucha were overprotective after what had happened in the infirmary, but they were just worried about Jack. Anyone would be worried if you were asked to speak alone with Kenny Omega.
Jack just stared. “I’m… sorry?” His hand was so sweaty from his anxiety that the water bottle started slipping out of his grasp.
Kenny paused and looked over at Jack, a small smile on his lips. “You are very different when you’re alone. You know that, right?”
He was different when he was alone with Kenny. Being alone with himself was a lot different from being alone with Kenny . “I don’t think so.”
A small giggle escaped Kenny’s lips, and he picked up his glass to go sit on the couch next to Jungle Boy. All the personal space Jack had got invaded in a matter of seconds - the space he had between Kenny disappeared.
Kenny’s foot was touching his, and his knee bent on the couch was grazing Jack’s thigh. It was worse than what had happened in the shower.
“I’m only asking because I want to know what this is, y’know?”
Jack did not know. “This?”
“This.” Kenny waved a finger between the two of them while taking a sip from his drink.
Oh… Kenny meant them like their relationship. Which was weird because they weren’t even in a relationship yet - wait, did Kenny want them to be in a relationship?
“Because if this is just a way to rebel against your daddies ,” Jack felt himself mentally throw up at Kenny calling Lucha and Christian as his ‘daddies,’ “then I don’t want any part of that. I’m a sensitive man who wants serious things.”
Oh god, Kenny wanted to be serious with him - like boyfriend-relationship serious. Could Jack even call Kenny his boyfriend without dying of embarrassment? The thought of calling Kenny his boyfriend made him breakout in hives and his heart flutter.
“So…?”
“So!” Kenny leaned in closer. “Is this just a way to stick it to the man, or is this something much more?”
Jack’s heart was going to explode - his entire body was going to explode. He was going to die in Kenny’s arms because he could not take this right now. Jack could not take Kenny’s whiskey breath and the space he was invading. He could not take his own sweaty hands and the quickness of his heart.
But this was everything he had ever wanted. Who cared if he didn’t really know Kenny? He was willing to! Well, he knew Kenny - knew some things, knew things from articles, from what people have said about him. Jack knew too much about Kenny, but nothing that mattered.
Jack could learn. He was going to learn.
“Umm…” Jack was surprised he could talk at all. “Something much more.”
Kenny’s face lit up immediately. Jack didn’t know someone could look so happy. “I’m so glad.” He said. “I’m really glad.”
“You are?” This was the only thing Jack had said this entire time without being hesitant .
“Yeah! Jacky, I really respect you.” Jack’s heart was gonna fall out of his ass. “You are so amazing, I mean- do you really think I wanted to fight you all that time ago? You think I wanna fight you now? Jack, you intimidate me more than anything.”
“I do!?”
“Yes!” Kenny was practically on him. “I told you! I’m a sensitive man, Jacky. You’ve been going after my pride and joy since god knows when! And dear god Jack Perry, if that doesn’t turn me on.”
And in a move that Jack was not expecting at all , Kenny threw his water bottle across the room and climbed across his lap. All Jack could do was drop his jaw in complete shock as he tried to not make eye contact with Kenny’s very obvious bulge.
“I don’t get it.” The words spilled out of his mouth.
“Don’t get what?”
“Why do you like me?”
Kenny stared at him. “Jacky, why wouldn’t I like you?”
Jack’s lip quivered as he tried to find the right words. Kenny’s fingers found locks of hair to keep themselves occupied, and the feel of Kenny’s thighs pressing against his was overwhelming, to say the least. “Because I’m me, and you’re you .”
“That is the stupidest reason in the world.” He said before grabbing a fist full of hair and pressing his lips against Jack’s. Any argument or comment of self doubt died on Jack’s tongue as his hair was tugged and his body was guided to lay against the couch.
Kenny unzipped the jacket, which was Jack’s last veil of privacy. Now he was vulnerable, like a lamb to a wolf.
Jack’s own hands crumpled up in his hair as Kenny’s pressed against his body. Trailing behind the wet kisses he was leaving on Jack’s writhing body. It was a little embarrassing how much he was squirming. His entire body was on fire, a hot, vicious fire that was getting worse as Kenny continued.
He nipped and licked every inch of Jack’s body. Almost every inch, he was strategically avoiding the area that yearned to be touched most, other than Jack’s lips themselves.
This wasn’t how you did serious relationships - this wasn’t how you started a relationship. You started relationships by going on dates, by having dinner, not by having sex on a couch that was bound to break at any point during this intimate moment.
Were it not for Kenny’s words of praise and affection, Jack would’ve assumed he was simply being used. And that could still be going on. Kenny could be using his body under the cover of really being in love, but Jack didn’t really care. He didn’t care because Kenny’s hands were back tugging at his hair and he could feel whiskey spit slowly transferring over to his mouth.
“You’re terrible.” Kenny’s hot breath tickled at his neck. A heat spread all over Jack’s body, more than before, and a small noise escaped out of his mouth. Kenny noticed this, and he abused this. “You’re the worst, just horrible.”
Jack couldn’t help the noises coming out of him. Kenny’s words were just affecting him like no other.
His hair was pulled painfully, jerking his head back and exposing his neck even more than before. “Slut.” Kenny whispered, and Jack melted. His hips thrusted unwillingly and his body stuttered when he could feel Kenny’s jeans against his trunks.
Jack was writhing in his own skin as Kenny’s lips traveled down his body, nipping at his inner thigh closest to his crotch.
“Please…” Jack whimpered, lifting his hips to get Kenny’s face closer.
“Please what?” Kenny’s face was pressed against Jack’s bare thigh, looking up at him like some eager dog.
It was embarrassing, terribly humiliating, and just degrading for Jack to admit what he really wanted. But, if he went any longer like this, there had to be some kind of repercussion, right? Blue balls for the rest of his life?
“Please, just… fuck me .” Jack turned his face away as Kenny’s jaw ‘dropped in shock’... the asshole.
His face was grabbed roughly, Kenny’s big hand squeezing his cheeks. “You whore .” Kenny said, almost like he was disgusted. “You’re disgusting. You know that, right?” His actions contradicted his words of disgust and disdain as he pulled Jack’s trunks off with an agonizing slowness. But then again, it wasn’t easy taking off someone’s pants with one hand. “What would Lucha and Christian think of you, you little slut.”
Jack tried to ignore the mental issues that went along with how hot he found that.
He felt even more overstimulated when his dick was finally free of its constraints and Kenny’s mouth was biting ever so closer.
The buck of his hips was almost like instinct when Kenny’s tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, licking a long stripe upwards of pure hell for Jack until the tip of his tongue reached the tip of Jack’s dick. It was honestly a surprise he hadn’t cum yet. The restraint he was putting himself through, god… he should get some kind of reward.
He couldn’t look away from the embarrassment because Kenny was still holding onto his face, so he was forced to watch as Kenny’s mouth sank down on him. One of the most lewd things he had ever seen.
Even if he wasn’t being fucked, this was better than anything he had ever wished for. And he probably wasn’t gonna get fucked. He had read about this kind of stuff. You ask for it and then you get punished for asking for it… it was a lot hotter than he should’ve let it be.
“Kenny- Kenny please I’m gonna- fuck .”
Kenny looked up, mouth hanging open and Jack’s dick pulling at his bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked, squeezing Jack’s face ever so slightly.
“Ye- Yes.”
Kenny’s head tilted ever so slightly. “Who said you could do that?”
Jack couldn’t help the stutter that struggled to come from his mouth. “But I-”
“But what?” Kenny lifted his body and Jack became all too aware that he was the only one naked right now. “You just thought because I like you, you’re going to get everything you want?”
Jack didn’t know what to say. He felt kind of ashamed because yes, that was what he thought.
His thigh was grabbed and pulled towards Kenny’s lap. Jack’s view tilted towards the ceiling, but he could hear Kenny’s mouth. He tried to look up, seeing only a second of Kenny sucking on his own fingers before his free hand found itself back, squeezing Jack’s face. He was getting a little sick of how badly it was affecting him. In the matter of seconds, Jack was experiencing something completely new as Kenny’s spit covered finger curled up inside of him.
The burn and stretch Jack was feeling was almost enough to tip him over the edge, but Kenny had said no. Jack felt inclined to follow Kenny’s orders. So despite the fire that was coiling itself in Jack’s abdomen, he focused more on the pain of Kenny’s fingers squeezing into his face.
The poke and prod at his prostate from Kenny’s (way too big) fingers made tears well into his eyes. He didn’t know why he was crying. Everything felt so good, but also so overwhelming.
He whined at the loss of pressure. Bucking his hips ever slightly, trying to get that overwhelming sensation back. Kenny’s hand left his face and Jack’s hips were pressed down on the couch. Jack looked up in shock, jumping at the roughness.
“Patience.” Kenny whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Jack’s stomach, refusing to break eye contact.
Kenny leaned back, sitting on his knees to press against the heels of his feet. He unzipped his pants while reaching in back pocket for something that looked like a condom. The zipper sound and the look of that metallic square made a pit of anticipation and anxiety in Jack’s stomach. Shimming his pants just far enough down to let his cock pop out, Kenny ripped open the condom with his teeth.
Jack couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped at the sight. The fire in his stomach burned brighter as Kenny dragged the condom down his dick and spit into his hand to help lube himself up, since there was obviously none present.
He bit his lip and dug his nails into the cushions of the couch as Kenny lined himself up with Jack’s entrance and slowly pushed himself in. The burn and overwhelming sensation was teetering him off the edge, and he fell.
When Kenny finally dug himself deep into him, Jack let out a whimpered, muffled cry as he came violently. It was the most embarrassing thing in the entire world. He couldn’t explain it, he was a grown man, but god he was more than humiliated.
He covered his face with his hands, feeling the insane heat radiating off of himself.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Kenny leaned down and peeled Jack’s hands away from his face. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” The giggle that escaped out of the man was even more embarrassing when Jack’s red face was revealed.
Jack whined and tried to hide away again, but Kenny held his face still. “It’s cute,” He breathed, ignoring Jack’s whimpers of overstimulation as he slowly began moving his hips. “It’s hot. Makes me feel a lot better than I already do.”
Oh god, of course this was boosting his ego! Of course!
It was hard to stay mad when a jolt of unbearable pleasure was being shot up your body like lightning every five seconds.
The noises that were coming out of him were down right illegal as Kenny ignored any growing over-sensitivity from the fact that Jack had just cum. His thrust grew in power, grew in desperation. His hips snapped and Jack writhed beneath him, whining and jerking at the overstimulation. Somehow, Kenny was hitting his prostate with every thrust, which made this a much more grueling experience.
Kenny ignored all of that to thrust harder into Jack, pulling at his hair and squeezing at his face while calling him such mean names that would’ve hurt anyone else, but to Jack… god it was heaven. He had never felt this good before, never !
Kenny collapsed against Jack’s body when he came finally, whispering degrading words against Jack’s skin.
And God, if Jack could do this all over again, he would.