Page 11 of Drift

Jan loved seeing this switch, the reactions it caused in Gray, because Gray automatically rested his hands on Jack’s hips, pulling him in, pushing him away from his cock, fuelling heatone moment, teasing it with distance in the next as his eyes filtered through into such a death blackness.

“Always, stunner. Just name the time, because we already have the place right here. Fuck the world and everyone outside.”

And there it was. The reason why Gray wanted to say fuck to the world. Gray was a bastard, Jan knew that, but since Jack had radically cut Gray’s control of his care plan in order to get Martin back his own way, it left Gray with his stay by the door when it did come to Jack and Gray’s own… control. So his stay by the door it had become with his darkYou won’t ever leavefocus. He still had his time away over counterterrorism issues at MI5, but Sundays away from that were purely reserved for… this. Them. That only left the culler side in Gray, but four calls from that side had been strangely… silent.

Jack’s look softened even with the offer of Gray’s rough hold, seeming to add all that up as well. “Bed’s a ratherconservativeplace for you jumping my bones, but, yeah—” Jack grinned. “—fuck to the world and everyone outside.” He traced a touch down Gray’s side, dipping his own hips and seeming to lose himself to the closeness. “But work?” He groaned, sounding like he loathed the taste of that word on his tongue. “Stop skiving. That’s my job.”

“Work?” A slow smile crept in on Gray’s lips, a grip on Jack’s hips that pulled him down as Gray arched up a little. Yeah, that heat level said Gray wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hm,” breathed Jack, rolling with the friction, dipping his hips and going full grind. “Work…” He stopped, tried to shake something off, then—“Hey. Stop playing dirty distraction down here. Up and eat ’em.”

Jan choked on his orange juice. Yeah. He bet there were a few MI5 ops who stayed beneath the sheet, whisperingfuck no, not workwith Gray as boss in mind this morning, especially the unit manager who had taken over from Simon and how Gray privately hated losing Simon at MI5 and beyond.

Gray playedgrip, release, gripat Jack’s hips. “Prefer the offer of pup in bed until you’re both wasted. Fuck life. Fuck breakfast. Fuck—”

Jack eased the duvet down, exposing Gray’s abs. A kiss went just below his navel, then a few slices of ice-cold strawberries had Gray drawing in a sharp breath as they were laid to rest in a line towards the refined, teasing offer of pubic hair.

“You had me at fuck the first time,” murmured Jack. “But…?” Another wink as he looked up at Gray, he licked, then flicked each slice of strawberry in turn onto his tongue before—running hard and fast vampire nibbles across Gray’s hip with a full chorus of “Get… the… fuck… up, you… bastard,” growls.

Gray doubled, his laughter hard as he tried to push Jack off making Jan grin. “Pack it… it bloody in,” said Gray between breaths. “Trying to get Jan’s emotional-support pup tosupportme here.”

Jan choked a laugh, then didn’t stop until Jack patted his back.

“Emotional supportpup?” Jan finally managed as he looked at Gray. “Really? You went there?” He found Jack next. “And you… you say there’s only no humping in my playground, huh? You cockblockingus, Jack?” It won another laugh off Gray as that sobered Jack.

“Cheeky bloody bastard. Damn meeting with Halliday this morning puts me rather stupidly in charge of the responsibleadult section. Respect my authority.” He pinched a strawberry off Jan’s plate, no doubt for the cheek. “Up, the pair of you,” he said, shaking his head as he rested back on his heels, Gray splitting his thighs. “We’ll talk about the emotional support sucking… erm, pupping later,” he said to Gray, but the lone, slow wink he sent Jan’s way seemed to say he’d more than caught sight of what they’d been doing under the sheets as he’d pushed into the bedroom.

Cocking a brow that called outLater, huh? Gray eased an arm behind his head as a slow half-smile played across his lips with having Jack on his skin. Then he rested a hand palm-flat just above his own fine line of pubic hair. Jack followed the pureGoing nowhereallure. Although Gray’s breathing came a little hard and fast from the nip and lip assault. “Breakfast… in bed, if I remember, stunner.” He drew a slow circle on his lower abs. “Right here.”

Jack came back down, completely framing him again after he stole another slice of strawberry from Jan’s bowl. “Grub. I said that.” He drew the fine slither of strawberry along Gray’s lips, then rested it down to keep him quiet. “I didn’t say it was yours, or that you could have anything in bed.” As Gray took in what Jan did: one bowl, one glass of orange juice, Jack stole the strawberry off Gray’s lip with a flick of his tongue, giving more decadence to his lick over nip this time, then he eased back and sat eating the strawberry. “That’s Jan’s,” he said with a wink and a nod at the tray straddling Jan’s hips.

Gray lowered his look. “Seriously?JustJan’s.”

Jack kissed at Gray’s lips. “Seriously,” he said to him. “Emotional support pupping before Jan goes off to work. He needs it more. Now… up.” Jack patted lightly at his cheek, then went to climb off.

Only Gray went up with him, tugging him back down with a grip on his arm, then grabbing the back of Jack’s hair. Making sure he stayed still, he untied Jack’s coveralls at his waist and flicked open the clasp to his jeans underneath. “Anyone would think you’re both out to push my buttons this morning, stunner….” A smile, Gray nipped at Jack’s jaw, then gripped his balls.

“Fuck.” Jack tried to double, but the grip in his hair didn’t allow it. He did offer a wink after a second or two despite the teasing offer of hurt in his eyes, though. “For missed breakfast, I’m thinking three, maybe four lashes, right?” He seemed to rethink that quickly. “Or time on the prostate milking machine with no Off button allowed until I cry Uncle?”

Gray stopped, winced… shivered. “Uncle? A family game for two or more? Get the fuck out of here.” He shoved Jack off, sending him to the floor, and Jan choked on a strawberry.

“Hey…” Jack came up, silver-grey eyes like a war machine, a vampire stretch of clawed hand towards the duvet…

“Touch that, and I’ll use the sheet to soak up the blood stains, stunner.” Gray pinched a strawberry off Jan and winked Jack’s way. His smile all mean play.

Grumbling, Jack got up and pointed at him. “Old. One day you’ll be too old to catch me, mukka.”

“With age comes… tripwire where you’re concerned,” said Gray, pinching another strawberry. “That or I’d just leave a dented oil sump on the floor for you to go allOooh, look, a car parton. Or a simpleyour zipper’s down.”

Jack stopped, looked down, and—“Fuck. Seriously?” Fighting to get his cock cooled down and back in its confines, Jack laughed and padded barefoot back over to the door. “Asshole.”

Jan couldn’t stop chuckling as Gray raised onto his elbows, watching him go.

“Why take my turn with breakfast, stunner? Best tell me now before I pull you up over that asshole comment.”

“Ah.” Jack scratched boyishly at his head and glanced back as he opened the door. “His fault.” He pointed at Jan and looked set to bolt. “Him and his bribe—”

“Jack.” Jan nearly choked, then a wink went Jan’s way before Jack bolted real quick-like out the door.

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