Page 25 of Across Space and Time

“Do you think you will stay?” Hugh asked.

“Would you like me to stay?” Jack asked, using one finger to tip Hugh’s chin up to look at him.

Hugh flushed a little, lowering his eyes to the floor as Jack held his chin. “I think I would.”

Jack smiled softly, the gas lamps catching the sharp ends of his teeth. “Well, we’ll have plenty of time to decide.” His large hands slid up to lightly hold Hugh’s jaw, his claws carefully angled away from skin. His head dipped, and his mouth pressed to Hugh’s in a light, sweet kiss. It was softer than Hugh had thought it would be, which surprised him. He held still, his eyes drifting closed. The kiss tasted a little smoky, Jack’s lips warm against his. It lingered only for a moment before Jack pulled back, not too far. Hugh opened his eyes, finding himself staring up into Jack’s inferno ones behind his skull-like face. They were absolutely entrancing. “Was that all right?” Jack asked softly.

In response, Hugh wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck, having to stand on tiptoe in his shiny boots to do so, and pressed his mouth eagerly to Jack’s. Jack let out a sound almost like a growl, pulling him close with his hands on Hugh’s waist as he kissed him back. Hugh’s hands slid to hold Jack’s jaw like Jack had done with him earlier. The spectre’s skin was so warm, but not unpleasantly hot. Hugh slowly opened his mouth against Jack’s, delighted to feel him mirror the movement, and he slid the tip of his tongue out to brush lightly over Jack’s lower lip.

Then their tongues and lips were tangled together in a passionate embrace, bodies pressed flush to one another as Jack held Hugh against him. Hugh moaned softly, his hands sliding up over Jack’s jaw to stroke up his pointed ears. The times when he had met up with other men, it had been furtive in dark alleys or upper rooms of pubs, places where being caught was always a possibility. Places where sound carried, and one could never truly block out the world. The laughs, the conversations, the clink of glasses, and the stamp of feet. Where lovemaking had to be done in whispers and stifled noises into sleeves and pillows. Here, in his own rooms, where no one could see them, it was just him and Jack, together. “Jack,” he said, reaching up to stroke his hand over the ivory bone-like mask of Jack’s cheek. “I want you.”

Jack gazed back at him. “I want you too, my darling,” he said softly.

“Will you take me to bed?” Hugh asked.

Jack smiled, the firelight catching his pointed teeth. “Yes.” He had scooped Hugh up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom, setting him gently down on the mattress with a kiss to his forehead.

Hugh swallowed hard and reached for his shirt. Jack mirrored him, reaching for his own clothes, and they silently stripped in the warmth and peace of the small room. Hugh was curious as he slid off his own clothes if Jack’s body was going to be different than a human’s, considering his already inhuman appearance about the face. But, as Jack slid his trousers down and off, Hugh saw that he was just as human as he himself, with a finely sculpted chest and stomach, shapely legs, and a thick patch of dark hair that led down to his very human-like prick. He even had dark, rosy nipples on his chest.

He sat back on his bed, naked as a newborn, and held out his arms to Jack. Jack smiled and slid into his arms, stretching them both out on the bed on their sides. Jack’s body against his own was warm, like embracing a bag of roasted chestnuts in the wintertime. Jack’s hands slid down his bare back in a loving caress, and Hugh realized with a start that the pointed metallic tips of Jack’s fingers were no longer there; he had shed them along with the rest of his clothes. He didn’t know why he had thought that they were part of the man.

Hugh rolled onto his back, Jack on top of him, their bodies pressed flush to one another as Jack’s warmth enveloped him. He sighed as Jack trailed soft kisses down his throat, over his chest, his tongue pausing to lap at one of Hugh’s nipples. That was something no one had done before, and Hugh squirmed, gasping. His hands pressed to the sides of Jack’s hips. Jack smiled in delight and flicked his tongue over the nub, watching Hugh moan and writhe beneath his ministrations. He nipped ever so lightly at the pink bud with his sharp teeth, careful not to break the skin, and Hugh’s back arched a little towards his mouth. Jack moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as it pebbled under his touch. He gave it a slightly harsher nip, watching it turn a darker pink color for a moment, and Hugh gasped. “Jack…”

Jack smiled and kissed down the center of his chest again, his tongue stroking the plane between his ribs and his navel, peppering kisses along the skin. Hugh’s fingers slid up his back to tangle lightly in Jack’s dark hair, sliding through it, then over his temples to lightly skim the base of the horns there. “May I touch these?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jack replied, giving his stomach a reassuring kiss. “You won’t hurt them.”

Hugh’s fingers brushed them curiously. They were sturdy but surprisingly light. He supposed most of Jack had to be if he was as nimble on his feet as he seemed to be. He stroked his fingers up and down them, and Jack let out a moan. “Does that feel good?” Hugh asked in surprise.

“Very,” Jack purred. Hugh smiled and wrapped his hands lightly around the horns, stroking up and down them lovingly. Jack suddenly ran his tongue over the swollen head of Hugh’s prick. Hugh let out a gasp, his thighs tightening. Jack laved over it with his tongue, stroking long and slow, each one in a different spot to find what made Hugh light up. He nosed lightly at Hugh’s sac, brushing his tongue over it and up the underside of his shaft. Small whimpers of pleasure escaped Hugh’s lips as he shivered beneath Jack’s mouth on him.

And then Jack opened his mouth wide and slid nearly the entire length down Hugh’s shaft. Hugh gasped, his hands squeezing the horns. Heat filled his veins from Jack’s mouth and throat closing around him. Jack slid down to brace himself on either side of Hugh’s hips, starting to bob his throat up and down on Hugh’s length.

Hugh tried to keep himself still as Jack’s hot mouth slid up and down his cock, sending delicious sparks through him, up his spine and down his legs, making his toes curl. “Mmm, Jack,” he breathed. His hands tightened further around the horns, pulling slightly, and he gasped, quickly letting go. “I’m sorry.”

Jack moaned around him, sliding up to the tip to give it a loving suck. “You can use my horns, my darling; you won’t hurt me.”

Hugh blinked, smiling sheepishly. “I’m not very used to this.”

“That’s all right. Allow me to acquaint you with pleasure,” Jack said. He took Hugh’s hands and wrapped them around his horns again before dipping his head again to take Hugh down his throat. Hugh cried out, his fingers tightening. Jack began to tease him with his tongue, and when he found a particular spot on the underside, Hugh’s hands on them gave a little jerk. Jack grinned and repeated the motion. Hugh let out another cry, and Jack bobbed his head to slide over that spot with each movement. His horns with the weight of Hugh’s hands acted as leverage, and before too long, Hugh was using the horns to push Jack down onto that spot over and over again, Jack eagerly sliding his mouth over him and letting Hugh steer the angle how he wanted it. Hugh writhed beneath Jack’s sinfully delicious mouth, fire building in his belly. “Jack,” he warned, and Jack squeezed his thigh encouragingly as he continued to suck him fast and deep. Hugh rutted against him a few more times before the pleasure overwhelmed him, and he spilled himself into Jack’s open throat, his hips grinding up toward him of their own accord. Jack continued to lap and stroke over him as Hugh writhed and jumped with little jolts of pleasure traveling down his spine. Only when Hugh sagged against the mattress and had loosened his grip on Jack’s horns did he pull back, swallowing what was in his mouth and running his tongue over his lips.

“My sweet darling,” he cooed.

Hugh breathed deeply beneath him, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he waited for his heart to stop racing, little lightning strikes of pleasure still coursing through his body. He had closed his eyes at some point, and he opened them now to find Jack still tucked in between his legs, gazing fondly up at him, his cheek resting on Hugh’s lower stomach. He gave him a hazy smile. “Wow.”

Jack laughed and pressed a kiss to a soft bit of skin. “Wow indeed. I also accept ‘amazing’ and ‘well done, old chap.’”

Hugh snorted a laugh, clapping a hand to his mouth. “You really are too much.”

Jack smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Hugh’s throat. Hugh felt something warm brush his thigh and realized that Jack had not yet spent himself. He slid his hand down to grasp his shaft, stroking over it, using the dampness there to ease the movement. Jack moaned against his skin and gave his neck a little nip with his sharp teeth. Hugh gasped, his hand moving faster, and Jack nudged against his neck and kissed down over his shoulder. “Yes,” he encouraged, his hips pushing into Hugh’s touch eagerly. Hugh pulled him up to kiss him as he stroked, and Jack let out a pleading sound against his lips that made Hugh warm all over. He stroked Jack firmly, watching the man’s eyes roll upward before he spilled himself over Hugh’s hand with a loud gasp.

Hugh flushed, continuing to stroke Jack through his pleasure until the man shuddered and rested down against him. Hugh lifted his hand coated in Jack’s seed up to his mouth and licked at it. Jack grinned as he watched him. “You are beautiful.”

Hugh smiled and licked his hand clean before pulling Jack up to rest next to him on the pillow. Jack curled close, spooning behind him on the small bed. Hugh sighed contentedly. If this was what having a soulmate was, he didn’t want it to end. He would have to get ready for work soon, but right now, just lying in Jack’s arms, satiated and content, was incredible. “So, how do you know I’m your soulmate?” he asked curiously, pressing his cheek into Jack’s arm.

Jack hummed thoughtfully. “It’s hard to explain, because I don’t entirely know how it works myself. It’s almost like I can feel you. Like you are at one end of a string, and I am at the other. You pull on the string, and I feel it, no matter where I am.”

“Do you know if I’m in trouble or anything?” Hugh asked curiously.

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