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Caspar’s giggly, his lips already stained burgundy from the wine. Joe thinks he probably looks no better.

‘Put it on!’ Caspar giggles, thrusting the heap of tulle and there’s a little voice right in the back of Joe’s mind telling him this could be a bad idea, but he finally relents and takes the feather-light bundle of white fabric from Caspar.

Caspar lets out another quick giggle before he can smother it with his hand. He pulls down the hem of his tight pink dress, tottering in his bubblegum kitten heels, and Joe starts to laugh again, loud and unabashed as he strips off his jumper.

‘You’re sure we won’t get into trouble?’ Joe asks, pushing his jeans down to bunch around his ankles.

Caspar sighs and tosses the pair of feathered wings at Joe. Joe flinches and giggles.

‘Josh is taking us, we’ll be fine.’ Caspar takes another swig from the wine bottle.

Joe shimmies the light fabric up his thighs. Caspar starts to giggle when he gets it up to his waist, chuckling into his palm before Joe pinches at a thin spaghetti strap and pulls up until he can slip his arm through and pull the one strap up onto his shoulder, then the next. He gets his arm stuck about halfway through, and that has Caspar finally giving in and laughing, falling back onto his desk chair and guffawing.

Joe feels painfully vulnerable in the situation, but finds himself giggling along. ‘What?’ he begs, dragging out the word as he manages to finally slip the strap up onto his shoulder.

‘That was my sister’s when she was twelve! And you fit into it!’

Joe doesn’t really get why Caspar’s laughing so hard, but he finds himself joining him until he’s tripping back onto the bed and curling in as his belly starts to ache with it.

By the time Joe’s calmed down, he’s gotten used to the feeling of the soft tulle against his skin. Caspar throws him a pair of socks, and Joe gives him a soft smile as he pulls them up to mid-calf. He pulls on his ratty tennis shoes and ties them with little bows before running a hand through his messy hair.

Caspar totters to the bathroom and Joe follows after him, standing back and watching in the mirror as Caspar slathers his lips in bright pink lipstick and does his eyes up in bright blue eye shadow. When Caspar starts ruffling his hair, Joe takes the time to look himself over, toying with the delicate hem of the dress.

It’s white and clings to his chest, gauzy and pure with two thin straps over the milky skin of his shoulders. At the waist, the dress flares into multiple layers of soft tulle, all different lengths with the longest ending at the top of his thighs. He thinks he looks good, almost pretty even, but maybe he’s wrong. He runs his fingers through his shower-soft hair and fluffs it with his fingertips as Caspar slips a pink hair bow into his hair.

‘Hurry up!’ a deep voice comes from Caspar’s room, and Caspar blows his reflection a kiss, his cheeks pink more from tipsy-ness than the blusher, before he’s cursing out a reply, and Joe’s trailing after him, suddenly bashful at the thought of showing other people what he’s wearing.

Caspar plucks up the feathery wings from next to his bed and passes them to Joe, wobbling in the short heels as he picks the glittery pink handbag off his desk then the length of gold ribbon, handing it to Joe, before he can smile at his brother in the doorway. ‘Ready!’

His friend, Josh, looks up from his phone and raises his eyebrows at Caspar, his lips twitching into a smile.

‘Playboy bunny?’ he asks, and Joe thinks he might also be a bit tipsy judging by his slur.

Caspar pouts and totters over to him, slapping his shoulder. ‘Barbie.’

Josh rolls his eyes and reaches to ruffle Caspar’s hair, making Caspar relent and laugh, trotting off down the stairs. Josh hangs in the doorway as Joe ties the gold ribbon around his head, tying a neat little bow at the front before swiveling it to the back. He pulls the wings on one elastic hoop at a time, adjusting the straps to lie over those of the dress before he’s shuffling them about so the wings are sitting evenly and the feathers tickle his shoulder blades.

Josh’s smiling at him from the doorway when Joe turns around, with softness in his eyes. ‘Don’t tell Caspar I said this,’ he starts, tucking his phone into the pocket of his leather trousers, ‘but you look a lot prettier than he does.’

Joe thinks the pink on his cheeks isn’t because of alcohol or blusher.

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When they get there, Joe’s got butterflies flapping around in his tummy and he feels a bit nauseous, not helped by Josh’s driving or Caspar’s loud music choice.

Josh leads them into the flat-block, where music courses through the walls from all the different Halloween parties, and Joe’s hand finds Caspar’s as Josh presses the lift button.

Under the harsh lighting of the lift, Joe thinks he can see what Josh meant. Caspar looks bright and flashy in messy make-up, while Joe looks soft and plain, the slight gold tint of his skin making sure he doesn’t blend into the pure white of the dress or the angel wings. Caspar nudges him sharply with an elbow in his side when the lift jumps and Joe loses his stomach on another floor as they step out.

Joe watches as Josh leads them to the right door, his hips swaying with bravado to suit his Russel Brand costume as he pushes open a door without knocking and holds it open for Caspar and Joe to step through.

It’s loud and even though the flat is rather large, it’s full with people occupying every space. Josh drifts away immediately, going in to hug a girl dressed as a nurse and leaving Joe and Caspar in the doorway.

‘Remember, you’re eighteen,’ Caspar whispers into his ear, before his rough fingers are circling Joe’s wrist and he’s pulling him into it. Caspar pulls him along to where there’s a table set up for beer pong, his game, and one of the boys playing gets distracted by him and starts laughing. Caspar lets go of his wrist and asks to play the next round.

Joe has the aim and coordination of a newborn calf, so he takes to resting back against the display cabinet to the side of the table as Caspar sets up the next game.

Sometime into it, as Caspar’s gulping down something that slips more down his chin than his throat, someone rests next to Joe, nylon against his bare thigh.

He turns his head to look at the man beside him. ‘Hi,’ he offers, somewhat shyly. The man looks at him, his eyes bright and lined in black with a mouth the colour of blood. He has plastic red horns peeking out from the scruffy mess of blonde hair.

‘Hi,’ he copies, his mouth twisting up.

Joe doesn’t know what else to say, so he leaves at that, except, he finds that he wants to keep looking at him, so he sneaks a short sideways glance, hiding under his soft fringe and tucking his lip between his teeth. He swallows down the line of the man’s throat, the bone of his jaw, the sweep of his lashes, before he’s caught and the man looks back at him, his lips set in a filthy smirk.

‘See something you like, babe?’ he asks, and Joe feels his cheeks flame hotter than hell.

‘It’s Joe,’ he offers, ducking his chin and staring at where he tangles his fingers in front of his groin.

‘Jack,’ the man replies, but his teeth dig into his lip and he bites like he knows that Joe’s eyes are going to watch it, before he adds, ‘You should know that though, because this is my flat, and this is an invitation only party.’

Joe’s blood stops and ices in his veins, and his eyes widen. He looks to Caspar, finding him to be celebrating with a boy with messy hair and big brown eyes, not noticing the panic obvious on Joe’s face.

He’s about to stutter out an apology when Jack takes a sip from his cup and pushes off from the cabinet and calls a cocky ‘Follow me,’ behind him, already sure that Joe’s going to follow him.

Joe does.

He trails after him, through the masses of people that seem to part for Jack, shadowing behind him quietly before Jack’s stopping at a door and pulling a keyring from his pocket, unlocking the door before stepping in and holding it open for Joe.

‘I generally prefer to be the only one who fucks in my bed.’ Jack explains, locking the door after them with a click that makes shivers rise at the back of Joe’s neck. Joe rests back against what he guesses must be Jack’s desk, resting his bum over his notebooks as Jack plucks at the devil ears, tossing them to his bed. ‘So, what’s a little twink like you doing in my flat?’ he asks with a wicked grin as he takes a step to where Joe’s standing.

‘I came with my friend’s friend. Josh?’ he offers, grabbing at the desk so that his fingers don’t start to tap nervously.

Jack hums and steps closer, up until he’s almost in Joe’s space.

‘How old are you, Joe?’ he asks, his eyes flashing.

‘Almost eighteen.’ Joe blurts before he can remember to lie, instantly digging his teeth into his lower lip.

‘So, seventeen?’

Joe nods, then looks down to his feet, somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed.

Jack grins and Joe can almost feel the heat of his skin. ‘You’re so young. Sweet, little angel.’ His fingers walk along the edge of the desk, towards Joe’s, and Joe gulps.

Jack takes a deep breath then, mouth close enough to Joe's that he thinks if he just took one more step and tilted up, he could kiss him, let him taste the wine on his tongue. ‘You a virgin?’ he asks next, stepping closer to Joe so they stand almost chest to chest. He rests his hands over Joe’s where they grip the edge of his desk. His teeth look sharp, and his eyes look like bare electricity.

Joe thinks back to the time with Caspar and the bottle of his older sister’s vodka that he’d hidden in his backpack. He thinks back to the game of spin the bottle that ended with him and Caspar in a bathroom with hands in each other’s pants before they’d giggled and run upstairs to Caspar’s bedroom where he’d opened Joe up using lube found in his parent’s room and how he’d fucked Joe under his duvet with his tongue in his mouth. Joe remembers biting into his shoulder as he came and not being able to walk the next day.

He shakes his head slowly, his cheeks flushing even brighter under Jack’s scrutiny as Jack curls his fingers over Joe’s hands, steps closer so their chests brush.

‘Your costume’s a bit misleading then, don’t you think?’ he asks, and before Joe can reply, he’s got soft lips against his that kiss his mouth open before he can take a deep breath. Jack tastes like spirits and Joe almost whimpers as Jack wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him to his chest, nudging a thigh between Joe’s own. Joe gasps then, Jack’s tongue teasing his as he holds Joe’s body close to him and Joe wraps his arms around his neck, Jack slipping his hand down to cup his arse through the tulle.

‘Would you like me to fuck you, princess?’ he asks, dragging his lips over Joe’s cheek and breathing against his ear. His stubble tickles Joe’s skin.

Joe bites into his lower lip, tries to calm his mind and thinks about it for a second before he nods, eyes squeezed tight. Jack nips at his earlobe.

‘Can you get yourself naked for me angel?’ Jack steps away from him, hooking his thumbs into his bright red tights as Joe takes a deep breath to collect himself before pushing off the elastic bands of the angel wings and letting them rest on the desk.

Jack pulls his red jumper off, tossing it into a heap and kicking his tights off absently, standing in nothing but black pants. Joe pinches the hem of the dress between his fingers before he’s pulling the dress up, over his body. He gulps as he toes off his tennis shoes, setting the gauzy dress over Jack’s messy work as he tries to toe his socks off. Jack pulls his underwear down his thighs with little care and stands bare but for the necklace hanging between his collarbones, leaving Joe to twist his fingers and squeeze his eyes shut as he pushes down the waistband of his underwear.

He wraps his fist around his semi, trying to rationalize in his mind for a moment before he thinks of Caspar and thinks that maybe he should do what Caspar would and just relax and enjoy the situation. He slips the gold ribbon out of his hair before he turns to face Jack with a new bout of confidence.

Jack sits down on the mattress, leaning against the pillow as he roams his eyes up Joe’s body with dark eyes as his canines bite into his red lip. Joe gingerly climbs onto the mattress, kneeling at the foot as his hands subtly try to cover his semi in the process. Joe takes a second to properly track down Jack's body, from the gold of his collar bones down the muscle of his arms, the soft of his stomach and down the light hair under his navel, to where his cock lies, almost full and flushed. Joe's mouth runs wet; he's a lot bigger than Caspar was. He can feel the heat of Jack's eyes tracing over him at the same time.

Jack rests back on the bed, body golden against his cream coloured sheets. Joe can feel the bass of the music outside the room, hard and heavy and sweaty as he kneels onto the mattress, his knees sinking in to the soft mattress.

Jack beckons him closer with a raise of his eyebrow followed by a crook of his finger. Joe crawls closer to him, settling himself to hover half over his body as Jack tilts his chin up and Joe leans down, pressing his mouth against Jack’s.

He holds himself with his palm flat against the sheets, tucked into the crook of Jack’ underarm, his other palm flat on the other side of Jack’s neck. Jack reaches across to the bedside table, grabs the sachet of lube and tears it open as he licks into the spread of Joe’s mouth, his knuckles brushing against Joe’s quivering stomach as he does.

Jack reaches to let his hand map down Joe’s spine, wedging Joe’s wrist into the crease of his underarm in the process.

His palm settles over his tailbone as Joe shifts his knees wider, spreads himself, as Jack’s fingers dip and circle around his rim, sticky and teasing. Joe barely has a second to take a deep breath before Jack presses and his first then second fingertip slip in.

Jack presses his fingers in till the knuckle, not bothering with giving Joe adjustment time and just tracing the roof of his mouth with his dirty tongue as distraction. Joe squeaks, Jack spreading his fingers into a V.

He’s quick with it, crooking and crimping his fingers to loosen Joe up around them, not bothering with pleasuring Joe with it. He thrusts his fingers fast into Joe, slick and wet with lube until he’s nipping at Joe’s lower lip and finally pressing his middle finger over Joe’s sweet spot, crooked at awkward angle and pressing with such surety that Joe gasps, a bead of precum bubbling from the head of his cock and dripping down onto sheet.

Joe reaches down to wrap his fingers under his cock's head, catching the wetness still on the head with his thumb and stroking down as Jack teases his tongue along Joe’s teeth, drawing his fingers from Joe’s arse and rubbing them off over his hole, covering him with excess lube. Jack grabs a handful of his arse, kneading his fingers in before squeezing and pulling him apart even more.

Jack pulls back, holding Joe’s lower lip between his sharp teeth and giving Joe’s arse a quick slap.

He pulls himself out from under Joe’s body, slipping off the bed. Joe settles to sit with his bum against his calves, body feeling a bit hot as he watches Jack dig through the bedside table. Jack runs his skinny fingers through his piled hair, pulling on the strands as he pulls a foil square from the draw, lifting it towards his mouth and biting down on the foil with his sharp teeth.

‘Do you have to-’ Joe starts, but the words die in his throat as Jack’s eyes flick to him, hard and dark.

‘Do I have to what?’ he asks, tearing the foil with his fingertips. Joe watches as he plucks at the disc of latex. Jack raises an eyebrow and Joe looks down to his knees, feeling disgustingly vulnerable and childish under his harsh gaze.

‘Do you have to wear one?’ Joe asks softly, pinching at the sheets with his fingertips. They’re rich, expensive; the type he’d bought his mum for mother’s day with her money when he was eleven.

‘You must have failed sex ed.’ Jack snorts, and Joe looks up under his fringe to watch as Jack rolls the condom over his cock, pinching at the tip as rolls it down to base. Joe eyes the tip of his cock, flushed angry red to match the shade of his lips. Jack climbs back onto the bed, reaches for Joe’s jaw and grips just under the both of his ears, his fingers stretching so his palm presses to Joe’s throat. Jack tips his head up, leans in and presses his mouth open by pulling down on his jaw. He leans in and licks into Joe’s mouth, his tongue hot and slow. ‘Unsafe sex leads to unwanted teen pregnancy and STD’s.’

Joe moans as Jack licks apart at his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack draws back much too soon, reaching back to the bedside table for the second lube sachet.

‘Can you move here for me, babe? Face on the pillow and ass in the air for me, alright?’ he commands absently, ripping open the foil as Joe complies, his body folding as he shifts to press his forehead against the feather pillow, his arms folded. He shifts his knees wider, feeling his cheeks colour as he spreads himself open for Jack.

He holds position, just listening to the thrum of the music and the sound of Jack working himself slowly, before Jack touches him, rubs his slick fingertips over his rim before pressing his middle finger back inside of him, precautionary.

‘Actually...’ Jack starts once he’s wiped his fingers off on the spread. He settles his hands on Joe’s hips before running them down his thighs, his fingers curling around the front of each thigh and pulling back until Joe’s resting on his front, cock smushed up against the duvet. Jack makes a sound of approval in his throat, hands running back up to Joe’s hips before squeezing his bum, spreading him open again. He gives no warning before he’s nudging two fingers back inside. ‘Better.’

Joe gasps as Jack spreads his fingers, fucking them in slowly, until he’s satisfied and draws them out. Jack slowly drags his fingers over Joe’s hole, just tracing it, before he’s wrapping his fist back around himself and Joe’s gripping onto the pillow, his forehead against the cover as Jack holds him open and shifts his weight on the bed.

Jack presses against him, his cock hot and slick as he pulls Joe apart and presses his hips forward. He teases his cock head over Joe’s hole, letting it slip and catch to the point that Joe’s ready to open his mouth and beg, but then he shifts his hips forward and rests his hands on the mattress on either side of Joe, leaning his body to hover over Joe’s back as he pushes inside him. Joe takes a deep breath; lungs feeling compacted as Jack slowly fills him.

Jack presses until his hip bones press against Joe arse, curving his body over Joe so he can nip at the shell of his ear, breath hot against his skin. Joe’s eyes squeeze shut, his mouth falling open and face turning so his cheek presses against the pillow.

Jack nips at his earlobe, kissing right under Joe’s ear after, and shifts his hips in small figure eights before he draws back slightly on to fuck back in. He jumps straight into easy rhythm, the pendant of his necklace resting between Joe’s shoulder blades as he slowly fucks him. Joe moans softly, his cock grinding against the duvet as Jack’ hips grind against his bum.

Jack draws out further; fucking Joe in slow, even strokes that make Joe’s chest flutter between heavy breaths and gasps. Jack nips just below his ear, picking up half-pace as Joe starts to sweat beneath his hairline. Jack’s fingers clench in the sheet, and he kisses at Joe’s jaw, softly as his cock drags in and out with thrusts designed to rub over his spot.

Jack adds a hint more power and Joe moans, burying his face in the pillow as Jack breathes out over his ear with hot and heavy breaths. His hips fuck into Joe with an easy, languid grace, slow but strong and confident. His brow furrows as a high sound works out his throat, and Jack breathes out into the nape of his neck before pressing a kiss there, just over the first bump of his spine.

‘You good, princess?’ Jack asks, slowing his hips as Joe clenches down around him and nods. Jack looks down between them, drags his hips back until he’s just got the tip of his cock inside Joe, and then lets himself push back in, moulding over the shape of his back as his slaps his hips against Joe’s arse slightly.

Joe gasps as Jack fucks in and against his prostate, his hands slipping to grip at the sheet and his fingers clenching as he bites into his lip. Jack’s breath is heavy and stable at the back of his neck, much more calm than his slowly quickening thrusts inside Joe.

Jack presses deeper as he holds himself back up, his pendant slipping over Joe’s hot skin as Jack gives a strong thrust and stays, buried to hilt, inside Joe. He presses his hips further forward, shifting Joe against the duvet as he grinds his cock inside of Joe.

Joe’s toes point, thighs sprawled open with Jack between them. Jack holds for a count of four before he thrusts back into him, straight back into his quickened pace that has Joe’s calves lifting off the bed before he can dig his toes back into the duvet as Jack leans in to plant a wet kiss at the corner of his mouth as he puffs out heavy breaths. Joe gasps, a moan caught in his throat, and Jack takes opportunity to claim his kiss, pressing their mouths together and twining their tongues as Joe’s skin flushes while Jack’s hips slap against his arse.

Jack tastes him as Joe pours his moans past his lips, Jack fucking him faster and settling his hand on Joe’s flank and rubbing with his palm, such contrast to the rhythm of his hips. Joe thinks he feels like a he could be a athlete, with the way his hips move fluidly and take what they want, claim Joe’s body.

Jack bucks his hips once, twice, then again before he pulls back from the kiss, pushing himself back onto his knees and slipping from Joe’s body. Joe whimpers, turning his head so he can watch as Jack reaches for the sachet again and squeezes the rest onto his fingers, wrapping them around his thick length.

Joe twists his neck to watch Jack tease the head of his cock through the latex, watches as he digs his sharp teeth into his full lower lip and his eyes flutter shut. Joe’s mouth gets wet at the thought of sucking his cock, tasting his precome as it dribbles down his throat and how his fingers would twist and pull his hair. Jack moans softly before pressing his hand back to the centre of Joe’s arse cheek, pulling him open and directing his cock to press against his hole.

He thrusts in fast, his palms flat in the sweaty creases of his underarms as he fucks Joe hard and fast enough that his back arches and his head tilts up, a long moan wracked from his throat. Joe drops to smother himself with the pillow, his mouth open wide and breathing out wet into the cover as Jack bucks into him.

Jack noses at his hairline, mixing in long, slow strokes between every couple of quick fucks. Joe can feel the tight muscle of his lower stomach with every hard thrust into him, and he whimpers before his hands are scrabbling and fitting over Jack’s, almost shaking as their fingers twist together. Joe’s elbow presses into Jack’s and Jack laughs softly, breathy, as Joe whines, before he’s plastering his body along the length of Joe’s back, sweaty skin to sweaty skin, and his hips thrust and grind against him, his nipples hard and rubbing against the soft skin that wraps over Joe’s shoulder blades.

Jack buries his nose in Joe’s hair, inhaling so that Joe can feel his ribs expand against his back, before Jack’s kissing and his hairline and down to his lips, a mix between frantic and calm. His hips slap against Joe’s arse as he kisses Joe until his mind is fuzzy and consumed by Jack’s scent and Jack’s touch and just Jack.

Joe works his hips back to meet Jack’s, chasing the taste of the vodka in the crevices of Jack’s mouth as he pushes back to get his cock deeper, have him drag over his spot harder. Jack holds it, sucking Joe’s tongue into his mouth as he twists his hips in small circles, his sac pressed against Joe’s.

When Jack breaks the kiss, his lips are red and Joe thinks his must be no better. His toes point and flex as Jack rests his hands on either side of his waist, holding him down as his hips rabbit against his arse.

Joe’s toes curl, his body trying to arch up as Jack holds him down and fucks him, mouth falling open as Jack hovers with his lips almost at Joe’s ear, hot breath shimmering out with every thrust. Joe’s skin tingles with it, and he feels like he’s flying as Jack dips to plaster along his back, mumbling out obscenities as his stubble scratches at the soft skin of Joe’s jaw.

His cock feels tortured; hard and drooling where it’s sandwiched between his tummy and the soft bedding, which starts to feel like fire against his sensitive cock’s head. Jack’s hands slip from his skin, his body sweat-slick as Jack fists the bedding on either side of him, his hips slapping against Joe’s arse as he pants. Joe’s mouth falls open as a constant string of moans just tumble out, long and needy.

He turns his face against the pillow, his cheeks blazing and skin tight, tries to raise himself up on his elbows to twist his body and look back at Jack. Jack smirks at him, his eyes dark and glinting and his mouth red. Jack holds steady eye-contact as he rams into him, Joe’s eyes sinking down to try and see where they meet before the position has his arms twitching and he’s falling back flat to the mattress.

Joe’s twists as much as he can, eyes drawn to the mess of black up Jack’s arm and how his muscles are trembling, his fingers tense and white-knuckled as he grips to the duvet and fucks Joe.

Jack must notice his mind wondering, because he changes tactic to short sharp thrusts, aimed directly at Joe’s prostate, that have Joe arching up, baring his neck and stretching his jaw up as he moans and whimpers, body shaking as Jack fucks him. He feels his skin draw tight, his muscles tensing, but then Jack’s kissing along his jaw and licking over the shell of his ear before his whiskey voice is murmuring, ‘Don’t you dare come, angel.’

Joe keens, trying to fend away the urge as Jack’s cock’s head rubs up against his spot while his own cock grinds against the duvet. A whine squeaks out of him, high and desperate, and he’s so close.

But Jack leans back on his knees and pulls Joe’s hips with him, bringing him back to rest on his knees, and he snakes his hand to wrap around the base of his cock, pinching down until Joe whimpers and he drops his face back to the pillow, the tingly sensitive dulling slightly as the urge to come calms down.

Jack slows then, back to his slow teasing drags that have Joe pulling and twisting on the sheets, biting down on the pillow cover as his hips shift back in a search for more. Jack laughs softly as his hips slow to an almost halt and Joe whines, a dry sob sitting beneath his collarbones as his body tingles with a need.

He fucks his hips back, his arse slapping against Jack’s lower stomach as he starts a rhythm of quickly working himself back on Jack’s cock. Jack laughs again, softer and more breathy, as his hand settles on Joe’s shoulder, pressing him down as he works his hips and tries to desperately fuck himself as Jack gives half-hearted thrusts into him.

Joe whines again, squeezing his eyes tight enough that he feels moisture at the corners, a soft sob finally escaping his lips. Jack’s laughter finally seems to die in his throat as Joe’s body shudders when he fucks himself back. Jack’s hand is scalding hot against his skin, his touch burning a brand into Joe’s skin as he slides his palm down between his shoulder blades and down over his spine before his fingers curl around Joe’s hip as Joe gives a weak hiccup and a pitiful whimper, his chest heaving as he pants with the exertion of thrusting back onto Jack’s cock.

Jack presses his hips back down, has Joe collapsing flat onto the mattress as he grinds his hips against Joe’s arse, cock buried inside him. Joe breathes in deeply, face pressed into the pillow as his fingers claw at the duvet. His body twitches and shivers as Jack bites at his shoulder, fucks him until he thinks he’s floating.

Jack’s pendant tickles between his shoulder blades again, and Joe can barely focus as he mouth pours out needy moans. Joe shifts to press his cheek against the pillow, needing the air as his chest heaves with it. Jack gives a hard thrust that makes Joe keen and a dry sob heave from his chest before Jack is swallowing it, sealing his lips in a kiss of all teeth and tongue.

When Jack pulls back, Joe’s eyes dart to his face, his hands scrabbling to cover Jack’s and twine their fingers together. Jack’s eyes are dark, teasing, and Joe has to look away. His eyes settle on their tangled fingers, and a high whimper sneaks past his lips as he feels another hot tear slip from the corner of his eye.

He props himself up onto his forearms, Jack targeting his poor prostate with each hard thrust and Joe’s eyes squeeze shut as a string of whimpers work their way out in a tone so much higher than Joe thought he would ever be capable of. Joe feels on fire, has three words ready to spill from his lips at his body’s confusion from so much concentrated pleasure.

Joe arches, his neck barring as Jack noses beneath his ear, presses a kiss to the column of his throat. Joe fucks back onto Jack, lifting his hips as he tries to match his body to Jack’s, his knees slipping on the sheets as he tries to get to his knees.

Jack holds himself up, lets Joe get himself onto his knees so he can have more propulsion when he pushes back onto his cock before he rests his hands hot on the skin of Joe’s waist.

While Joe tries to go faster, Jack slows, rubbing his thumbs down the line of his spine and back up, slotting to wrap his fingers over the lines of his ribs where they press out his skin. Joe whines, wiggling his hips back as Jack rubs his sweaty palms down Joe’s sides and settles them on his hips. He presses his fingers into the skin before he draws out, fucking back into Joe hard and fast.

Joe’s eyes roll back, a long moan coming from him as his head hangs down, shoulders tense as Jack grips tight to his hips and holds him steady as he pistons his hips forward. He runs a hand up the centre of Joe's back, resting in the centre and pressing as he leans his weight back and Joe whimpers, fingers clenching as Jack fucks him.

Jack’s fingers slip down to curl around the front of Joe's thigh, his fingers pressing into the flesh as he presses down on his back so his body arches into a bow.

'Fuck, Joe.' Jack spits, his fingers twitching where they rest against his back. Joe bites his lip, only able to nod in agreement as Jack brings his hand up so they both rest on Joe's spine, pressing him down into an arch and scrabbling against his skin as his skin slaps at the back of Joe's thighs, the dusting of hair beneath his navel tickling over Joe's tailbone as he curls his hips against Joe's bum.

He digs his nails into Joe’s skin as Joe sobs, whining high in his throat as Jack’s hips bounce against his arse. Joe bites into his forearm, his eyes squeezing as his cock thrums, his blood hot in his veins as Jack shadows over his back and slides in and out of his body. He curls his fingers around the back of Joe’s neck, pushing himself up to balance on his arm as his hips slap and Joe keens.

He slips his thigh to kneel over Joe’s, applying his leverage to fuck him harder and deeper as tears trickle down Joe’s flushed cheeks. Jack grips hard on his neck as Joe huffs for breath, his body twisting beneath Jack. Joe looks at him over his shoulder, his chest heaving desperately as tears stream from his eyes, his voice wet.

‘Please,’ he whimpers, his cock impossibly hard where it’s pressed against his stomach.

Jack fists his fingers into the sheets as Joe chews on his lower lip, tears streaking his rosy cheeks.

‘Fuck,’ Jack moans again, taking in the sight of Joe, flushed and pink and needy.

Jack presses Joe down, sliding his hand down his back to press his hips down as he draws himself out, Joe giving a pathetic little whimper.

‘Stay put,’ Jack whispers, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist as Joe shakes to get into position, up on his forearms with his hair clinging to his forehead as the music from outside thumps into the room.

He teases his slick head over Joe’s hole, Joe letting out a soft mewl as his hips shift forward and Jack slowly sinks back in. He sets his hands on Joe’s shoulders, his fingers curling in and digging into the skin as he starts to fuck Joe and Joe keens, whines through his head as his eyes flutter between open and closed.

Jack grips harder to his shoulders as his hips slap his arse and the feeling as a new wave of tears rolling down Joe’s cheeks and his mouth stutters to form words, before all that’s coming from him is a gasping moan that pitches with each jab of Jack’ cock to his spot.

Jack leans in to kiss him, pressing his hands open-palmed to the bedspread so he can connect their lips in a slow kiss as his hips pause. He teases Joe’s mouth open, right from his ears, so that he can lick into him and taste him all he likes. Joe whines and feels the top of his head fly off as the steady moans that pour from him switch up higher.

Jack finishes the kiss by drawing back, leaving Joe to flop down on his hot chest and rest his cheek to the pillow, eyes closed as his chest heaves and he struggles to find breath. He forces it out, his throat feeling like velcro as he pants dryly and his tongue sits heavy behind his teeth.

His body starts to tingle, right up from his toes, through his thighs, up his spine, and all over his scalp. He feels like he’s flying, just whining pathetically as Jack fucks him hard enough to make him lose himself. Jack evens out his strokes, dragging them out longer, until he’s drawing out of Joe completely, and Joe can take a big gulp of air.

‘Okay babe, roll over for me.’ Jack says easily, just a hint of breath to his voice as he purrs over Joe ear, and Joe whimpers, his body heavy and lazy and thrumming. ‘Come on love, I know you can do it.’ he teases, and Joe can hear the smirk in his voice as he rolls over onto his back, hair fanning out against the pillows.

Jack grins at him, sharp teeth and blood red lips, and Joe feels a pitiful mewl on the tip of his tongue as Jack wraps his soft fingers around the angel bones of his ankles and pushes up so he can slot between his splayed legs and push Joe’s thighs to his chest. He pushes Joe, pushes his ankles further until they’re resting on his shoulders and Joe gives a dry sob as his muscles pull and screech, his body spread wide and vulnerable.

Joe gasps as Jack blindly presses his cock back inside Joe, stroking his fingers up his trembling thigh and grinning wickedly as Joe mewls, his eyelashes clumped and wet and his cheeks ruddy.

Joe reaches to grip high at his biceps as Jack decides to start rocking into him, stepping into the speeding pace as Joe’s eyes glue to his, hazy and trying to focus on the dark swirl of his irises as Jack fucks the sound out of him. Jack presses his forehead right up against Joe’s, noses brushing and breath hot as Joe’s upper canines dig into his lower lip again.

‘Touch your pretty cock for me please, princess,’ Jack growls, hot and gravelly over the wet of Joe’s mouth and Joe whines, takes a deep breath as he skirts his hand down his stomach and his fingertips graze the hot flesh of his cock.

He keens, his knuckles brushing against the wet tip being enough to make his toes curl in the bed as Jack pinches at the duvet, his brow furrowed as he fucks Joe and slaps his hips to the curve of Joe’s arse.

The soft hair trailing down from Jack’s navel tickles over the tight skin of Joe’s sac, the weight of his pendant dragging between Joe’s nipples. Joe sobs, cut off and soon replaced by a high whine. Jack’s thighs slap against his arse with each stroke, loud and crude and the sound makes Joe’s toes curl and a whiny whimper resonate from his chest.

The sweat of his skin sticks to Joe’s, until his skin is shiny and his eyes are dazed as Jack breathes the hot air from the efforts of keeping Joe on edge out over his bruised lips. Joe wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, feels the heat rush through his veins as Jack fucks his breathing into little pants, his fingers scalding against the tender skin of his cock as he fists himself lightly to the rhythm of Jack’s hips.

The backs of his thighs burn, pulled tight as Jack’s eyelashes flutter and Joe’s consumed with how beautiful he is, soft, forced breaths coming out his blood lips as he fucks Joe like it’s nothing, like Joe isn’t floating and crying from it. Joe gives a soft sob, his fingers squeezing under the head of his cock as words start to form in his throat, trying to get out. He finds himself almost confessing his love, his body too blissed to link the pleasure with anything other than a simple four lettered word as Jack’s wrists make contact with the sides of Joe’s ribs, hot and burning and Joe thinks he’s going to leave this room with the brand of the devil burnt into his skin.

Joe’s throat feels wet and it feels like he’s getting less and less air into his lungs, up to the point where he knows he should push Jack off him and take a deep breath before he lets him continue, but the restriction of air that makes its way into his lungs makes him desperate, makes his eyelids heavy and his fingertips tingle.

‘You gonna come yet, angel?’ Jack asks, and Joe nods, can feel it coursing out from his core and down through his limbs, the sticky sweet feeling of it slipping in between his joints and cuddling in with the marrow in his bones.

Jack pulls back and Joe whimpers, fresh teardrops tracing down the previous tracks before swimming out into the smudges of wet beside his mouth. ‘Not yet,’ Jack decides, an air of authority about him as he sits back and pinches at the base of his cock. He fixes his eyes to where Joe’s still working himself, desperate. He circles two fingers around the angel boned wrist and draws his hand from his cock, making Joe let out a soft, disobedient cry.

‘None of that babe, you’re gonna ride me now, okay?’

Joe gives a petulant whine and shakes his head, his body exhausted and lazy and he can feel the hot burn of tears streaking down his cheeks, and not for the first time that night, he feels like a little boy, arguing with his mum about eating his vegetables.

Joe’s eyes squeeze shut, and there’s a soft hand cupping his jaw, a thumb swiping under the line of his clumped eyelashes to brush away his tears. Fingers circle his throbbing cock and he gasps, his body shivering and his hips twitching as his fingers clench in the duvet.

‘Come on princess, you can do it. Up you get. You’re so good for me.’

Joe whines as Jack drags his palm over Joe’s tip, catching the wet and smoothing it down, before he’s offering Joe a hand and encouraging him up. Joe lets himself be pulled up, reaching for Jack as he slumps forward into Jack’s chest.

Jack wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead, and Joe feels a little dazed as he smiles at him. Jack just wipes his hair back off his forehead and kisses the tip of his nose, a hint of tenderness to his smirking bravado.

He releases Joe to lie flat on his back, resting on his elbows and Joe wriggles to face him. He’s struck again by how gorgeous he is; glowing skin and bright eyes and bitten lips and soft hair pushed up and back. Joe wants to nip at the black ink buried under his skin, kiss all over his body until he’s holding back moans and pushing Joe's face in to his lap, fucking his throat raw.

Jack’s still catching his breath, and that makes Joe feel less ashamed of his heaving chest and wet cheeks and shaking fingers as he crawls over Jack’s body, hovering with his knees spread over Jack’s hips and ducking his neck down to kiss him where he’s sharp and grinning back against the fluffy pillows.

Joe kisses Jack with pliant lips and soft tongue and somewhere under the haze of his mind, he wonders what his mum would think of him, coming to a party dressed in girls’ clothing and getting fucked by some friend of Caspar’s older friend. Jack runs his hands down his sides, squeezes at the soft skin of him before sloping down the curve of his bum, into where he’s spread and slipping two fingers back into his arse.

‘You’re so tight,’ Jack sighs, his fingers just slowly fucking in and out of Joe’s body, as if Joe isn’t slowly rolling back down from where he was almost reaching climax. ‘so soft.’ He squeezes the curve of Joe’s arse, and although Joe isn’t standing right on the peak of coming, his cock is still hard and full, wet and pink against his stomach, and he knows that he’ll be back onto his brink as soon as Jack’s fucking him again.

Jack withdraws his fingers from him, wiping them off before he wraps his fist around himself, stroking lazily so that the head of his cock jostles behind Joe’s balls with every other stroke as Jack licks away the strong alcohol on Joe’s tongue. Jack rests one arm behind his head as Joe takes a deep breath and sits up, hovering over where Jack stills his arm and Joe can feel his slick cock’s head slip against his thigh as Jack holds himself still for Joe.

Joe bites at his finger, looking down to where Jack is looking right back up at him, his eyes lined dark and cheeks a bit pink.

Joe reaches down behind himself to wrap his own fist around Jack’s cock, knocking Jack's away and squeezing at his length as he widens his knees. He keeps his eyes on Jack as he leans back, Jack’s head nudging at his abused rim before Joe’s leaning into it and sinking down on his cock, his mouth open.

Jack rubs a thumb over the head of Joe’s prick, and Joe’s eyes roll back. He shifts his body around, watching as Jack slips and he gets a frantic look on his features and reaches for Joe, fingers just grazing his thigh before his cock is slipping out.

Joe reaches back for him, sitting back onto his cock and biting his lip at the feeling before he’s leaning his body back, resting his palm between Jack’s thighs and arching his back. Jack looks ready to reach for him as he grinds his hips forwards and backwards, but he keeps his hand just above his head, his fingers twitching as he watches the bob of Joe’s cock.

Joe leans back into himself, placing one hand on Jack’s stomach and letting the other tease down his own stomach, pulling on his nipples so that his eyes squeeze shut and his cock jumps. He skirts his hand lower down his stomach as Jack pants, Joe rocking his body to and fro so that his arse rubs against Jack’s stomach.

When he wraps his fist around his leaking cock, his eyelashes flutter and his grind falters, his hips twitching as his fingers tense and clench, his nails pressing blunt into the soft-covered muscle beneath Jack’s ribs.

Joe keeps his back straight, forcing out controlled breaths as he watches Jack slowly slip into a puddle like he made him while Joe clenches down around him and rocks his hips backwards and forwards, so that his cock can nudge his spot and his cock leaks another fat bead of precome, landing flat on Jack’s stomach.

Jack finally gives in and reaches for him, his eyes fixed to where Joe fists himself, before he rests one hand on Joe’s stomach and then the other; he traces them up between his tight-twisted nipples and rubbing down over the buds.

Joe throws his head back, his fingers slipping to clutch at Jack’s hip as he wanks his cock quickly while the feeling starts again as a little tingle in the tips of his toes and the tips of his ears. Jack pinches at his nipples, twisting them slightly as Joe rocks his hips faster, getting sloppy and clumsy with the speed of it as his fingers rush to touch himself, Jack’s cock hitting perfectly inside him as a high sound works out.

Joe’s eyes try to flutter closed, lids heavy and head tipping to one side as he starts to lose his thrive, his hips slowing ever so slightly and his fist stuttering in his quick strokes. Jack rolls his nipples between his thumbs, and Joe mewls, his chin tipping forward so his curls are in his eyes. He has sweat dotted down the line of his back and in his neck and he slowly loses steam.

Jack traces his hands down Joe’s sides, one hand hovering over his hip while the other spans over his thigh before Joe can reach down for Jack’s right hand with his left, tangling their fingers together as Jack slides his sweaty palm back up Joe’s side to thumb over the blood-red rosebud of his nipple as Joe clings his fingers around Jack’, palm clammy.

Jack squeezes his hand, and Joe grinds his hips faster, motivated by the small puffs of breath Jack releases, his hair messy and his eyes dark. Jack’s hand gets thrown from Joe’s chest in the move of it, Joe’s body rocking back and forth almost violently so Jack is left to just rest his hand on his thigh, squeezing at the soft skin.

Joe drops his hand and Jack lets go of him, arms splaying on the sheet as Joe looks down and focuses on Jack’s bruised mouth, fucking himself hard on his cock as he just tries to focus and stay put, his hips bucking forward wildly as his body writhes and his toes clench. His body wriggles with it, messy and sloppy and clumsy as his hand is a blur over his cock, a high whine coming from inside him as he climbs higher towards summit.

He presses his palm flat down on Jack’s chest, his body hot and bursting against too-tight skin as he leans into his arm and jerks his poor cock, Jack’s cock keeping him full as he fucks himself back. His eyes burn with it as his skin tingles and tears drip out, his mind going numb and his thoughts slowing to honey as he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the feeling of it.

Jack beneath him, Jack inside him, Jack holding onto his elbow to keep him steady as pleasure slowly fills up his limbs again, slipping through joints and lacing through his bones as a loud sob wracks him before Jack is wrapping his fist around Joe’s and helping him and Joe’s gone.

His body lights up, igniting as sweat clings to him and Jack fucks him just right, their fists fast as Joe’s cock gives a strong jolt and he’s coming, streaking out in ribbons over Jack’s stomach and Joe sobs, his body tense before he starts to shake, his arm buckling to he crumbles into Jack’s chest.

His body shakes with pitiful sobs, spit wetting his chin as he cries into Jack’s chest, twitching in his lap. Jack strokes up the line of his spine, cooing in his ear and petting him softly as Joe hiccups and wails into his skin, fingers twitching in the bedding. Jack sounds breathless as he murmurs encouragement into Joe’s ear, his heart beat erratic against Joe’s through the jackets of their skin and protection of their bones.

Joe feels warm all over, boiling hot in his centre, and it takes his hazy mind much longer than it should to realize that Jack’s jerking himself off, arm rubbing against his skin before he’s gasping into Joe’s ear and there’s sticky warmth mapped out over the curve of his back.

Joe whimpers, his sobs quieting to hiccups as the last of his tears trickle down. Jack tries to calm himself quickly, sucking in air as he kisses Joe’s forehead.

Joe just snuffles and lets Jack tilt his chin up, kissing him softly and running his hands up his smooth sides. He feels raw and sleepy, body warm and sated as his mind wanders between clouds and Jack goes about asking him simple questions about himself, trying to get longer answers out of him until he’s sure Joe’s fine.

Jack’s in the middle of what sounds like he might be kicking Joe out when Joe decides to fall asleep, dead to the world and snuffling into Jack’s neck.

But at least when he wakes up, hours later, Jack is cuddled into his hair with his arms looped loosely around him.