Page 45 of Across Space and Time

Hugh reached up to stroke his fingertips over the bone-like mask that covered his eyes. “I do.” His fingers were light and gentle. Jack turned his head to press a kiss into Hugh’s palm. “Jack?”

“Yes, my darling?” Jack asked, sliding a hand up Hugh’s back.

Hugh inhaled softly, his other hand pressing to Jack’s chest and curling his fingers into the white oilcloth there. “Make love to me.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped Hugh up in his arms, as easily as if he were a tiny kangaroo, and carried him into the bedroom. He deftly shucked off his clothes, and Hugh did the same, before Jack was over him again, kissing his lips and jaw, nibbling at Hugh’s ears and down his neck. Hugh was absolutely stunning; Jack had no idea what he had done to be so lucky as to find someone as beautiful as him for a soulmate.

He kissed his way down Hugh’s chest, then back up again, leaving little nips along the pale skin in his wake, making Hugh jump. He slid down over Hugh’s torso to kiss over his lower stomach, then his thighs and the back of his knees. He kissed over Hugh’s thigh as he lifted the leg and began to massage his foot, digging his thumbs into the arch and the tight muscles there. Hugh did so much walking; his feet were not the prettiest, but they were still perfect. Hugh moaned as Jack rubbed into the ball of his foot and then in between each toe, the muscles there loosening up under Jack’s ministrations. Jack switched to the other foot, giving Hugh’s ankle a kiss before rubbing his thumbs in small circles until Hugh was writhing under him. Obviously, his police constable enjoyed his feet being massaged after a long night on the job. He would have to keep that in mind.

Hugh peeked his eyes open to gaze up at him, brown eyes hazy. “Jack,” he pleaded softly. “Please. I want you inside me.”

“All in good time, my darling,” Jack replied, leaning down to kiss him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hugh nodded and kissed him sweetly back. “There’s petroleum jelly in the washroom by the sink,” he said.

Jack kissed him firmly for another moment before he slid off the bed, slipping into the washroom to grab the tin and return with it. Hugh had rolled over so his back and the pert mounds of his rump were easily visible, gazing at Jack through half-lidded eyes. Jack smiled as he slid onto the bed, pressing a hot kiss to the base of Hugh’s lower back. “Mmm, you are the most delectable treat.”

Hugh smiled at Jack over his bare shoulder. “And you are such a charmer.”

Jack laughed as he opened the tin, spreading the jelly over his fingers. His skin was so hot that the stickiness immediately warmed to a comfortable temperature. He ran two fingers down the crease of Hugh’s buttocks, letting the fingertips probe at his hole and spread the jelly around, massaging the area around his entrance with firm but gentle touches like he had on Hugh’s feet. Hugh closed his eyes, moaning softly into the pillow. Jack added more jelly to his fingers, determined he would not hurt Hugh in any way, before he began to work one finger inside of him, just past his tight entrance, then back out again, sliding in a little deeper with the next push. Hugh breathed deeply in and out with each thrust of his finger. Jack leaned down to kiss along his spine as his finger worked deeper and deeper inside of Hugh. Having the luxury to take their time here was something he understood the many male-attracted men in London did not have. But right here, right now, they did, and he was going to make sure that it was the best experience Hugh had ever had.

Hugh moaned, his hips rocking back a little into the fingers, and Jack let him set the rhythm he liked. “So beautiful,” he purred, pressing more kisses to Hugh’s smooth back, and Hugh sighed in delight.

After another minute, Jack added a second finger, slipping it carefully inside of Hugh’s tight hole. Hugh moaned and pressed his face into the pillow eagerly as his hips pushed back for more. Jack curled his fingers a little, and Hugh let out a needy gasp, gripping the pillows tightly. “Jack, yes,” he pleaded, and Jack obliged by doing it again. Hugh writhed and squirmed on his fingers, so beautiful as his hips rocked. Jack let his fingers dive in and out of Hugh’s tight passage as he used his other hand to spread the petroleum jelly over his own shaft, moaning at his own touch there.

Hugh lifted his head from the pillow to gaze at Jack over his shoulder again. “Can we… try something?”

Jack blinked, tipping his head. “Yes, of course.”

Hugh pushed himself up onto all fours and moved out of the way. “Lie on your back.”

Hugh giving him orders, even if they were so very sweet and kind, made Jack’s heart dance a jig in delight. He shifted to lie on his back, his head on the pillow Hugh had abandoned as he gazed up at him.

Hugh hesitated, then carefully shifted to swing one leg over Jack’s hips, gazing down at him as he shifted for Jack’s cock to rub between his cheeks. Jack moaned softly. “Is this all right?” Hugh asked.

“Wonderful,” Jack replied.

Hugh gave him a slightly shy smile before he lifted himself up, positioning Jack’s cock at his hole as he straddled him. Jack slid his hands up to hold Hugh’s sides to help guide him as Hugh pressed the head of Jack’s cock to his entrance, letting out a breath as he slid down onto him, inch by inch. Jack groaned softly, Hugh’s body enveloping his like silk. He resisted the urge to buck his hips up, not wanting to hurt him or rush him. Hugh took a few deep breaths as he sank down until his backside was flush with Jack’s warm body beneath him. He rocked his hips forward, and Jack sighed in delight at the gentle motion. “All right, my darling?”

“Yes,” Hugh replied, his hands sliding down to splay lightly over Jack’s strong, broad chest. “You?”

“Never better,” Jack said with a smile, and Hugh chuckled softly.

“I haven’t really done it this way before.”

“Neither have I,” Jack said, guiding his hands over the curve of Hugh’s hips, and then stroking one hand down over his cock that was at such a perfect angle this way. “But I like it.”

Hugh’s back arched into the touch, and he began to ride his hips up and back on Jack’s prick, the movement slow and rhythmic. Jack kept up the stroking with his hand as he bucked his own hips a little to meet the downward press of Hugh’s body. Hugh made such pretty noises, his mouth open, his eyes closed, his head tipped back in pleasure. He was sure there was not a more beautiful sight in the world than Hugh Danbury in the throes of pleasure atop him.

Hugh shifted a little, and then gasped, his hips grinding against Jack eagerly. “Oh god, yes,” he groaned.

Jack laughed, giving a snap of his hips up into Hugh’s grinding, and Hugh let out a sound Jack had never heard before, a sort of pleading, desperate cry. And he wanted to hear more of it. He grasped Hugh’s hips with both hands to hold him in place and thrust his hips upward eagerly, faster now. Hugh cried out again, his own hips following the movement, his cock bouncing and slapping against his lower stomach as he bucked against Jack. His own moans of pleasure mixed in with Hugh’s eager gasps and cries. “Mmm, touch yourself for me, darling,” he purred, thrusting his hips up harder into him.

Hugh obliged, wrapping his hand around his own cock and stroking as his hips pressed down into each of Jack’s thrusts before he spilled himself over his hand with a soft shout, his hips stuttering and grinding against Jack’s. Jack growled playfully and ground back against him, chasing the delicious pleasure and each sweet noise that he was able to wring out of Hugh. Only once Hugh had stopped twitching and had gone still on top of him did he grab his hips and continue his own thrusting into Hugh’s tight, quivering passage. Hugh whined and arched, his hands pressing to Jack’s torso as he rode out the overstimulation until Jack bucked up deep inside of him and lost himself deep inside his lover’s body. He ground against Hugh for a few moments as his own pleasure spiked, his cock pulsing inside of Hugh’s delicious heat, before he sank back against the mattress.

Hugh carefully slid off of him, making them both moan, before he shifted to lie down and curl up next to Jack. His skin was slick with sweat, his curls sticking to his forehead, and he looked absolutely perfect. Jack leaned in and kissed him firmly. “All right, my darling?”

“Mm-hmm. You?” Hugh asked softly.

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