Chapter 15 - There's always next time

                                    

                                          
A/N: This chapter doesn't have actual smut in, but it does have sexual themes and I know some people don't like that, so I'm just putting a note here to let you all know :)
                          
We walked into our home, back from the police station. Jack had just recieved all of his stolen items back, astonishingly without damage. His phone had a few scratches on but apart from that, all of his things were perfectly fine.
                          
He had a couple of small band-aids on his face and arms from where the bastards attacked him, but no serious or major injuries. Thank God: he just got out of hospital, I don't want him going back in.
                          
"Everything seem good on your phone?" I asked. He was making sure they hadn't got in and tampered with anything. The look on his face told me that everything was alright.
                          
"Looks like it. Everything seems normal." A few seconds later, he started laughing. He shook his head and showed the phone to me.
                          
"The idiots took photos of themselves. Jeez, if you're gonna be a criminal, at least do a better job at it." He deleted the photos before placing his phone down on the coffee table. I lay down on the sofa. Jack followed and lay with me, I wrapped my arms around his small figure, holding him close.
                          
"I'm sorry they did that to you. It's my fault, I should have gone with you. If they saw that somebody was with you they probably would have left you alone." 
                          
"Don't blame yourself, it's ok. You couldn't have known some low lives would go ahead and do that." He assured me it was ok and that it wasn't my fault, but I still blamed myself. I played with his hair, eventually running my hand down to his cheek. He turned to face me, his blue eyes focused on me.
                          
I stroked his cheek with my thumb. He was completely mesmerised. He leaned in a little closer along with me. Soon enough our lips touched. But we didn't pull away after a few seconds.
                          
His lips coming into contact with mine made a shiver go down my spine. He moved himself so he was lying on top of me, not pulling away for even a second. I brushed my tongue against his soft lips, asking for entrance. But he didn't want to just give in. 
                          
Our tongues fought for dominance, until I eventually won and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Every now and again he bit down on my tongue lightly, making me release small groans. Shit..I'm hard.
                          
He began to slowly grind on me, which really wasn't helping my boner. He seemed to notice it because I felt his lips turn into a smile, before his grinds got faster. Small, pretty moans escaped his mouth as he grinded. I groaned, running my hands up and down his beautiful body. I wanted to desperately relieve my boner.
                          
"You're hard already?" He half whispered, half moaned. Just him moaning turned me on and made me moan. He made such pretty noises. If his moans were like this just from a make out session and grinding, I really couldn't wait to hear what they're like in bed.
                          
I grabbed his top, letting him know I wanted to take it off of him. 
                          
"Do it." He said, giving me permission. I removed his shirt, unfortunately having to break away from the kiss for a second, but I immediately placed my lips back on his. I couldn't stop myself from touching him. He was just so stunning.
                          
He removed his lips from mine to sit up and take my shirt off. We're really gonna do this. He grabbed my hands and guided them towards the buttons and zip on his jeans. I took a hold of the buttons and slowly started to undo them, one by one. It annoyed him very quickly.
                          
"Don't tease me Felix...just take these motherfuckers off before I do it myself." I quickened my pace and soon enough was pulling down the zip. I grabbed the top of the jeans and began pulling them down. I could just about see the outline of his underwear, when there was a huge knock on the door.
                          
We stayed where we were. We didn't move a muscle.
                          
"Jack, Felix, open up." It was Mark. I forgot he was supposed to be coming over on that day. I didn't answer and neither did Jack.
                          
"Felix, I know you're in. Your car is here." 
                          
"He'll go away in a second." Jack whispered. He didn't go away.
                          
"Your doors unlocked so I'm just gonna come in." Then we moved. Jack practically threw himself onto the floor in a state of panic. He grabbed both of our shirts. He threw mine at me and frantically pulled his own on him. He stood up, zipping up his trousers. He was about to start with the buttons when we both noticed Mark was standing in the living room.
                          
There was silence. Then he smirked.
                          
"Ohhhh. I get it." Jack very slowly buttoned up his jeans. I coughed to clear my throat and also interrupt the awkward silence.
                          
"What's to get?" I asked, chuckling nervously.
                          
"Now I get why you wouldn't answer the door." He said with a smile on his face.
                          
"What do you mean?" I asked, noticing that my bulge was still highly visible, so  I grabbed a pillow to cover it.
                          
"You two were gonna fuckkkk." Jack laughed, playing around with his hair.
                          
"No we weren't." 
                          
"You were. I mean, I walked in the room to find you with your trousers undone, you two have 'pre-sex hair', and I know you're covering up a boner with that pillow." He pointed at me and my face went bright red. Jack walked over to him and rested his hand on his shoulder.
                          
"Well, Mark, you're just jealous that you haven't had any action in the last year, now leaveeee!" He playfully pushed him to the front door and opened it up for him.
                          
"If you can't walk properly tomorrow then I know w-" I heard the door slam shut. Jack must have closed it on Mark. He slowly entered the living room again, leaning against the door frame.
                          
"That was a bit of a mood kill..." He commented. 
                          
"Well, there's always next time." I said and he smiled at me. That's when he stared at the pillow I was holding for a few seconds.
                          
"Still got a boner?" 
                          
"Yup..." He nodded and there was a short silence. He turned to me and asked me a question.
                          
"Blowjob?"
                          
"Sure."