Page 10 of Drift

“Gentle’s an artform I practice…” Gray cocked a half smile and he eased Jan on top of him. “Sometimes.”

A shiver raced through Jan as Gray stroked the curve of his ass cheek, then gripped it. Christ…. Felt so good, his body pressing into Gray’s, cock on cock, all heat beneath the covers, the scent of duvet and last night’s shower coating Gray’s skin as much as his own scent played on Gray, and in all the mix: fading echoes of Jack.

Jan snaked his arms under Gray, running gentle kisses down his throat as Gray slipped his leg around Jan’s, almost giving him anchorage to dip his hips and leisurely play cock against cock.

“Fuck,” mumbled Jan, and Gray’s soft “Hm” only notched up the heat. A grip went to Jan’s hair, tugging his head up, and as a rougher bite played his throat, Jan dipped his hips harder into Gray with each rub of hard cock against hard cock. He didn’t hold back on his private smile. How even from the bottom, Gray’s grip in his hair, the cup of Jan’s ass to pull him in, the leg wrapped around his: Gray controlled the heat so unconsciously.

“Jesus.” Jan groaned and came quickly, the rush catching him out as he dipped into the curve of Gray’s neck and screwed his eyes shut to just how fast heat raced his body. It took him a moment of heavy breaths to realise soft kisses brushed his shoulder blade and that Gray’s hard cock played the echo of his.

“Hmm.” Jan took some wipes that Jack always kept close on the nightstand, then eased up, straddling Gray’s thighs. Gray cocked a brow as Jan took his time wiping him clean.

Yeah, scent tracing…. Jan eased down and kissed along Gray’s lower abs as he stroked gently along his cock, returning Gray’s earlier… tease. But Jan did know how to play softly, and inthe shiver that traced Gray’s body, it made Gray stumble and falter. Jan sighed. What was it about loving his own scent on Gray, on Gray’s ghosting his in these quieter moments that seemed to catch them both off guard with the yin-yang tonicity surrounding them…?

A softer run of hand played through Jan’s hair, and Jan kissed at Gray’s cock, knowing the subtle play the best part of him courted.

A thud came against the bedroom door, followed by a—“Fuck.”

Jan jolted slightly, a look going its way.

A rattle of tray, then two attempts at the door handle unsettled the quiet, no doubt all done with an elbow, then another—“Chainsaw. I have two of them. Don’t fucking make me—” The door clicked, then whimpered under Jack’s chainsaw-massacre threat as it eased open.

Jan shared a brief, private smile with Gray, and Gray winked up at him as he eased off and lay back down. Jack threw the door a “sort you out later, mate” look before heading over, his long black fringe almost hiding the fight-night look in his silver-grey eyes as the light came on. As he did, Jan traced his fingertips lightly along Gray’s cock.

A world away from London commerce and suits, Jack looked so damn good with garage coveralls tied by the sleeves at his waist, thermal T-shirt clinging all too-lovingly to his abs as he padded over bare-footed and ready to rough-sex it with someone outside, under bush. Or perhaps more he’d sit happily in there and fondle a few spare car parts out of Gray’s line of sight if he were given the chance.

Gray eased into such a natural smile, like he’d found where light ended and shadow called him in fordarkerplay with Jack coming in. “Fuck Mondays… fuck breakfast in bed… just—”

Jack cocked a brow, took in the wipes Jan had tossed in the waste basket, then he gave a shake of head. “Such mouth under all that offer of class and cover there, mukka.”

Jan laughed softly as he scratched at his head, heat still no doubt calling out what they’d been caught out doing. “Heads up. He’s been saying that a lot this morning.”

“S’why I loves him.” Jack held the tray up. “But grub. No fucking that.” A wink at Gray. “Big bloke here. I needs it.”

He didn’t lie about needing it. He’d beenlikingthe gym in the early hours, burning calories and carbs under Dr Halliday’s recommendations to swap one of his many sessions in the shower to control his late-night, OCD rituals. From how goddamn toned he was, it had worked surprisingly well. The workout took away focus on needing to clean and burned away so much of the energy he had, tiring him out too much to wake again and shower a second… third… forth time. On two occasions, he’d even not showered after his workout, and that… that was unheard of in Jack’s world. Added to his diet, overseen by Craig, his named-nurse—given the title because he was solely in charge of Jack’s care before Jack had to be referred to Doctor Halliday—he was never more toned, never more energetic and giving Gray a literal run for his money around the manor grounds five times a week, and that didn’t touch all the added heat beneath the covers lately either. Jan still barely made it to the manor gates, but he’d sometimes jump on a bike and play carrot stick with Jack, grinning back as he ate his way through a Danish Pastry, and earningfuck yousoff Jack because, well—Craig, the diet, and Craig tying Jack down so he wasn’t able tocarry on his love affair with a tableful of Danish Pastries if ever left alone in a bakery with them.

“Hang on.” Jan tried innocent here as he eased up onto an elbow and rubbed sleep away from an eye, feeling slightly guilty he’d not been able to ease the hardness in Gray’s cock. “Wasn’t it Gray’s turn for breakfast?”

Jack frowned for a moment, then seemed to catch on with an awkward cough. “Oh, erm. That a complaint with me kindly taking over so he can have a lie in, soft lad?” Yeah, he could play innocent too and they both avoided looking at Gray, Jack more so as he started to turn away from the bed. “Here’s me trying to ease that head of yours over the try-out for promotion at work,” added Jack, “and you opt for the whip with no strip, boring fucker. I’ll just take all of this back downstairs and make you walk down in the bollocking seven-in-the-morning cold.”

“Hey, no.” Jan shifted and tugged him back by his T-shirt with a grin before stealing the tray onto the bedcovers, getting really comfortable. The scent of the blueberry crunch breakfast bake with a side serving of strawberries already had his stomach dancing and losing worry over work. Christ, Jack had that unconscious cooking ability of being able to throw anything together and make it look and taste adulterous. Strange there was only one bowl and a single glass of orange juice, though. That hadn’t been part of the plan last night.

“Itwasmy turn, Jack.” Gray eased back down and gave a stretch, the covers shaping his hard cock beautifully

“Precisely.” A harsh beep assaulted the air, and Jack headed over to Gray’s side and tapped the alarm off. “S’why I really legged it to the kitchen first.” He rubbed distractedly at his abs. “It’s no fun having a dicky stomach with garage coveralls on. It’s all arms, legs, andhop, skip, humpingto get to the men’s.”He winked at Gray. “Swear you do the whole poisoned art over cooking deliberately just as practice for MI5 fuckery.”

Gray smirked at Jack as Jan choked a laugh.

“Jumping,” Jan finally managed to add, pinching a strawberry and loving how ice-cool it sat on his tongue for a moment. “There’s no humping, only jumping in hopscotch.”

“Only in your playground, Jan. Only in yours.” Jack tutted in a serioussex instructor Vsvirgin studentdisgust, and Jan flipped him off.

“And you…” Jack slipped a look down on Gray, more the length of his body. “You didn’t shove back the covers once when you heard me get up in this ball-bollocking cold either, huh? Getting too cosy with Jan, were we?”

“Well.” Gray stretched so comfortably into the covers again and Jack seemed taken with just how well it shaped his cock. “This is me, doing it deliberately and keeping you safe and healthy away from my cooking and all that hop, skip… humping in the process.”

“Oh….” Jack folded his arms. “Like that, is it?” He straddled Gray’s thighs, leaving Gray grunting as he pinned him to the bed from the hips down.

“Pup. I can play that for you.” Jack framed Gray, hands either side of his head as he dipped his hips, giving a softhmwith the friction. “Would you Dom up then? Take the lead… the collar… join me in the humping, then look out for me in bed long after you’ve wasted yourself?”

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