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“So what, are we just meant to starve here whilst they go and get food?” Jack groaned dramatically, rolling over on the small living room couch, his legs hanging off the dull grey furniture. They dropped their phone and let it thump against their chest mutely without much care, arm following suit.
Scott shot him a look, sitting on the adjacent couch much more composed than his temporary roommate, he snorted.
“They’ll be back shortly, you’re being needy.”
They, referring to Cam and Maddy, had left somewhere around an hour ago with the promise of bringing takeout back with them, leaving Scott and Jack alone in the house. It was nice for a while, chatting and just relishing in each other’s extremely rare face-to-face company. But Jack was getting antsy, like a dog with too much energy.
The brunette lazily propped his head up against the armrest closest to Scott with a small pillow, mumbling as he picked his phone back up, glasses reflecting the screen. Scott almost thought they were done complaining and would occupy themselves with something more interesting.
There was a brief moment of silence, Jack opening back up their apps and probably finding something stupid to watch, grumbling.
In a sudden motion, Jack rolled over onto his side, facing the coffee table—shoving his screen at Scott aggressively, gesturing and pointing to what it displayed, shaking the device slightly. “Look—see! They’re just out taking scenic photos! I’m telling you, no food in sight!”
“A truly dire situation because there’s nothing to eat in my house, right.” Scott rolled his eyes but humoured the taller anyway, leaning closer to try and look at their screen. The hand holding the phone was too unsteady and instinctively, Scott reached out to wrap a hand around Jack’s wrist to still the grip like he would with Cam. Or anybody else.
His thumb rubbed over the softer underside of Jack’s wrist as he got a good look at the photo being presented to him—Cam and Maddy posed together under a stunning canopy of trees. Scott thought the picture was actually beautiful, both of their partners looking gorgeous within their own right, he could probably ask them to bring himself and Jack along to the place for a photo like that even.
He didn’t notice the way Jack had gone uncharacteristically still on the couch, blue eyes locked onto Scott’s hand around their wrist.
“Scott?” Jack’s voice was quieter, catching Scott’s attention as he pulled away, arm returning to his own lap. He tilted his head at them, waiting for the rest of the question. “Yes?”
A beat of silence passed whilst Jack oddly refused to look him in the eyes, setting their phone down and half-shoving it under the pillow, Jack scratched nervously at his stubble, ankles crossing over each other where they hung over the opposite armrest, they bounced their feet in the air.
“Just—never mind, I’m making it weird.” The tips of his ears were red.
What the hell was he on about?
Scott shuffled so he was on the edge of the couch, reaching over and ruffling Jack’s hair, another instinctive action that he did when Cam was upset or anxious—he shouldn’t compare the two.
His friend flinched at his touch, the movement barely there—but still there.
“Making what weird… Did I do something, Pyro?” He was genuinely curious, fingers buried in silky brown locks meant to be a comforting presence. Jack squirmed and pulled their legs in, heels against the inside of the armrest.
“Are you being touchy on purpose?” He blurted out, shrinking away from the hand against their head, wishing they could just sink into the couch pillows permanently as if his personality wasn’t so confident and outspoken normally. Scott raised an eyebrow, then laughed like there was some big joke he didn’t get.
“Pyro,” he started, hand falling from Jack’s hair, they almost missed the touch. “It’s just a thing I do, but you should tell me if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Now he just came off like an asshole, the cushions suddenly too scratchy, pillows under-stuffed beneath him.
Jack shook his head before Scott finished speaking, taking a deep breath before composing himself. “It doesn’t—you don’t make me uncomfortable, quite the opposite even.” They trailed off quietly, almost immediately trying to focus on anything else other than the eyes boring into him.
“The opposite?” Scott stared at the taller.
Birds chirped idly outside, shun shining through the main window of the room. Scott stood without a word, one hand on his hip. Jack scrambled to sit up on the couch, white T-shirt awkwardly bunching up the writing on its front. “Hey man, if I said something—“
Scott reached down, burying the hand not on his hip back into Jack’s hair, dull nails scraping against a warm scalp. He smirked, intertwining his fingers with a few strands.
“So you like me touching you then?”
Jack’s heart skipped a beat, his brain failing to catch up for a solid second, they were surely gaping like a fish. Because—what the fuck?
He must’ve made some butchered noise of a sentence as he received a small pull from Scott, fingers carefully tugging, testing. Their head tilted up at the movement without protest and this time, he was aware of the small whine that left his lips—not that they could’ve silenced it anyway.
This was embarrassing. Beyond so to have his close friend hear him make a noise like that, but—Scott seemed much more intrigued suddenly, having realised it wasn’t a fluke on Jack’s part. “Oh? This is a side of you I’ve yet to meet Pyro.”
They knew this was far beyond any fake-flirting internally, Jack was debating on whether he should give in to the shallow thoughts of what Scott might do—or to save his own face. He swallowed, hard.
“Yeah, because I don’t go getting worked up around my friends Scott.” They hissed his name but didn’t pull away from the gentle tugging of hair gracing his scalp every few beats. Scott stared for a moment, trailing his touches down until he was cupping the side of his friend’s face, tilting Jack’s chin up to fully look at him.
“You’re flustered, Jack?- Correction, ‘worked up’, due to this?”
Never mind. Jack wished he was back on the plane eating shitty food beside his loving girlfriend. The way Scott said their name needed to be studied if anything.
“No.” An infallible lie really.
Surely they could bullshit their way out of this, but Scott was giving him a knowing look, one that in hit real-time rather than through a screen or late night call—he clearly wasn’t buying Jack’s answer.
“Do you really want me to call that bluff?”
If that implied what they thought it did, Jack would absolutely be backing out of this, no way. Except he hesitated. Fake flirting with friends was fun, Scott was fun, sharing small intimate moments over Minecraft of all things and letting those bloom into relationships was fun. Maybe he had developed something towards Scott, but he didn’t want to put a name to it, he couldn’t.
Scott was giving Jack an out here, and by all means he should take it.
“Alright then, call it.”
That was all it took for Scott to move forwards, caging Jack against the couch and seating himself on the taller’s lap. He kept his grip strong on Jack’s face as he allowed a second of silence, chests brushing. Scott took the pause to glance over Jack’s reddened face and ears, moving forwards to kiss the other softly.
Jack let his eyes fall shut for a second, relishing in the feel. It was slow and deliberate, testing waters. It was heaven.
Scott pulled away far too quickly, chuckling when Jack tried to lean forwards and continue. He clicked his tongue at them before he crashed their mouths back together, lips meeting with more passion—more hunger. His other arm came up to drape over one of the brunette’s shoulders, fingers toying with strands of soft shorter hair on the back of Jack’s neck.
Jack felt Scott ground down against his front experimentally, pulling a startled moan from their throat in surprise and allowing the other full access to their mouth all at once. Scott’s tongue was wonderful, pulling back only to let Jack breathe or bite at his inner lip. His problems felt weightless, the threat of Maddy or Cam coming back to a messy sight like this barely even registered in his brain.
Until Scott wasn’t kissing him and instead trying to pull off their shirt with rough hands did his mind slightly wander. Without a doubt, he was cheating—and so was Scott. Their actions were wrong, unfair to their partners. The thrill went straight to his dick.
Scott tugged the neckline over Jack’s head, messing up his hair further and glasses. Jack let him, heart drumming in his ears.
The article of clothing was discarded easily, thrown somewhere onto the coffee table or floor, Jack didn’t really get to think about where because Scott was using both hands to rub over his nipples and trace along his sides, digging into their ribs until Jack was squirming, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Fuck, S-Scott,” he arched his head back, only for one of the exploring hands to leave his torso—and find itself back in his hair. Scott made sure to scratch gently, combing through in a way that could be comforting if it were any other situation. But Scott was mapping out their body at the same time, making him moan loudly just from the paired motions.
Scott chuckled, softer features to Jack’s more built form still hidden by clothes. He shifted on the taller’s lap. “You really are just like a dog. Desperate to be pet and rubbed.” His touches retracted again and Jack didn’t bother hiding what he wanted as they felt fingers deftly undoing their shorts, shaky breaths that weren’t quite moans yet spilled from flushed lips.
“Please, Scott, I need—“
Scott cut him off, shifting the waistband of Jack’s red shorts down until the tent in their black boxers was visible. He readjusted his legs around the other’s hips, hands finding purchase on Jack’s shoulders.
He ground forward, the front of Scott’s own beige shorts meeting his hard cock with the layer of fabric between their members downright cruel. Jack could feel a wet spot forming, god was he leaking already?
Distracted for only a second, Jack was not expecting the hand that suddenly reached down to palm their member, crying out and thrusting up into the touch on instinct.
A snort escaped Scott at the look on Jack’s face, he squeezed tentatively, humming. “You’re acting like you’ve never had someone touch you like this.”
Jack blinked, biting his lip when Scott decided to grind down again.
“I—I’m not a fuckin’ virgin, Scott.” It had just been a little while. They hadn’t exactly had many alone time opportunities with Maddy.
Scott traced up to their waistband, tugging it down. “Well,” he hummed, “you make wonderful noises like one.” Oh. Jack was fully hard now if he wasn’t already, jaw clicking shut as words died on his tongue.
Taking notice of the silence, Scott stopped grinning, pushing himself off the others lap and making room for him to stand between Jack’s legs.
“So you’ve had a blowjob then?”
Jack didn’t say anything, momentarily stunned by the question even with the heat trying to pull his attention away. Was Scott going to give him a blowjob? Jack kind of wanted to receive one.
Instead of saying something or acknowledging the question, Jack shifted on the couch. “I’m clean.” They looked at Scott, almost expecting the shorter to state similarly about himself. Scott lowered onto his knees instead.
Right. He had a boyfriend. Of course he’d be tested and clean—Jack hoped at least.
Scott inched forwards, placing his hands on Jack’s thighs, palms colder than expected. Jack moved forwards for more convenience, relishing in that small approving nod Scott gave them.
His nose pressed against the damp fabric of their boxers, nuzzling into the arousal underneath and breathing in. Jack forcibly bit down a few whimpers, refusing to show how close this made him feel already.
Scott noticed, because of course he did. He dragged his nose purposefully up the tenting length in front of him to the waistband until pulling back to look up at Jack through half-lidded eyes.
“I want to hear your sounds, pretty boy, don’t be shy.”
Pretty boy—fucking pretty boy? Jack was nodding before they could tell their brain no. He’d do anything for Scott if it meant being called pretty boy whilst the other made preparations to suck him off.
Taking Jack's eagerness as it was, Scott pulled their waistband down fully, eyes widening the slightest when the flushed head of Jack’s cock nearly brushed against his face due to proximity. He wasn’t too jealous of the taller’s size.
But, there was enough of a difference for Scott to sink down without any warning. Jack moaned when lips wrapped around sensitive, heated skin, the sound echoing from his throat loudly, their hands fell to their sides weightlessly.
He twitched in Scott’s mouth, slowly filling more and more of the hot wet space as Scott attempted to take all of him.
It took a few agonising seconds that felt like years until finally, the shorter’s soft lips pressed against the base of their dick—his nose brushing up against coarse strands of dark brown hair.
Scott let out a slow, practiced breath through his nose, careful not to start choking. He hummed, letting the vibrations carry through the member heavy on his tongue, it made Jack squirm, a quiet moan spilling from the man’s lips. They were louder than Cam—reaction wise, Cam whined and took it giddily whilst occasionally being bratty, but Jack was different.
Jack was shivering and reactive, obedient even, if Scott pushed or said the right words.
He started bobbing his head.
“Ah—awh fuck—Scott,” They moaned from above him, hands shooting into action and settling on the back of Scott’s head, palms burning hot against short, recently-dyed hair. Scott didn’t slow his motions, pulling nearly fully off before forcing himself back down to Jack’s hilt, he gagged.
Jack let out a series of swears, rushed and heated, throwing his head back. Scott took advantage of the angle, hollowing out his cheeks as his hands slid up to Jack’s torso, brushing over hair and warm skin.
His hands settled on the taller’s front, groping at flesh and eliciting more moans from Jack. Mentally, Scott noted that the other would make a good bear, he clearly had the hair for it.
Slowing his pace, he could feel how hard he was, straining his own shorts as he pleasured Jack—Scott would ignore himself, his pretty boy needed to cum still and there was no telling when the others would get home. Scott pulled off, hearing Jack’s heavy breaths as his hands weakly shifted to push Scott back onto his leaking cock.
Scott tsked, pinching the edge of their navel. “Behave.” His voice was hoarser, layered with an indescribable mix of emotions. As expected, Jack stopped trying and let his head rest on the backrest of the couch, groaning.
Smiling at how quickly Jack obeyed—Scott didn’t take the other into his mouth again, instead he angled his head down, licking a warm stripe up tense skin, more sounds left Jack.
“Je-jesus, how’re you so good…” They breathed out, thumb rubbing over the back of Scott’s neck in a repeated motion. He lifted his head, chin falling against his chest as it expanded with each shaky breath.
“I get around.”
He doesn’t receive another word from Scott and watches the shorter lick up the length of their cock again, fuck, Jack’s not going to last.
Scott continues to lick, trailing up to the head a few more times before he starts kitten-licking at the tip, tongue brushing over the slit with precision and just the right amount of pressure. He must sense Jack is getting close.
“Come on pretty boy, show me how good you can be.”
That’s it.
Scott wraps his lips just over the head of Jack’s dick again—enough to swirl his tongue around and over it, he feels the taller twitch, muscles around his stomach tensing where Scott’s hands are placed on them.
Jack comes as Scott takes him even further than he could the first time, tears spring in the shorter’s eyes but he prevails, feeling white hot cum shoot down his throat and paint him internally. Scott moans around Jack’s cock in his mouth, twitching and dribbling small spurts still, finishing relatively quickly.
They slump into the couch, boneless and spent with little remorse. Jack’s dick starts to soften as the orgasmic rush fades slowly, Scott pulls his hands from the taller’s torso and stands up, his back cracks quietly.
“You might want to get yourself washed up handsome.” He nearly makes a joke when Jack startles and starts to get an actual good look at themself.
“Shit—“
Scott leans forward and places a hand on Jack’s chest, kissing him on the lips for a second then retreating, more serious. “This didn’t happen.”
Jack was on the same boat anyway, they couldn’t tell anyone about this—was it a fling? Something else? He didn’t know. But he missed Scott’s hands mapping out his body.
They watched Scott silently leave the room, fixing their underwear and shorts before standing up on shaky legs to grab their shirt from where it had been discarded. He stares at it for a second, face still flushed.
“I... want to do that again sometime...” Jack spoke to nobody, voice barely above a whisper. Admitting it any louder felt too intimate, too risky.