BW – Chapter 29   Leave a comment

Chapter 29

He sighed and opened Akitra’s door, stepping in to find the faerie lying on his side, his back to the room, his knees drawn up and one hand stretched down between his legs, two fingers sunk deep inside himself. Jak froze, holding his breath, but Akitra appeared not to have heard him return. For an instant, Jak considered stepping back into the hall, quietly pulling the door closed, pretending like he hadn’t seen, but then Akitra cried out, a desperate, strangled sound, and Jak eased the door shut behind him.

Setting down his clothes and shoes, Jak never took his eyes off Akitra, his cock growing hard inside his jeans as he watched the faerie tense, the muscles in his legs twitching, his toes curling, digging into the blankets. Akitra cried out again and Jak stepped closer, imagining Akitra’s fingers inside himself, pressing against his prostate, stroking, rubbing, grinding against it–

So why had Akitra needed Jak? True, self-service was a far cry from a good, hard fucking, but Jak had been under the impression that Akitra couldn’t get off without help. Or maybe that was what the damned faerie had wanted him to think. But why? What purpose had any of that served?

Jak’s balls tightened as Akitra’s cries grew louder, more urgent. He was getting close. In the back of his mind, Jak knew he ought to get out of there before Akitra finished and noticed him, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. There was something magical about a guy in the throes of ecstasy–the noises he made, the way he moved, how utterly oblivious he was to everything else.

“Oh, shit–Oh, shit–C’mon–Please–” Akitra gasped and Jak bit down on his lip until he tasted blood, his hands clasped behind his back to keep them off his throbbing cock. He might just have to risk a quick jerk in the bathroom after this. “No, no, no!” Akitra shouted suddenly, and he jerked his fingers out, shuddering as he curled tighter. He tried to slip his fingers back inside his ass, but cried out and pulled away again. He slammed his fist down into the mattress. “Damn it!”

“Now I get it,” Jak said, no longer caring if Akitra knew he was there or not. He took a step backward as Akitra sat up and whipped around, teeth bared and fists clenched.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Akitra asked. “How long–How much did you–”

“All of it,” Jak said, and he watched Akitra’s face turn an ugly shade of red. “At first, I didn’t understand why you were so pissed that I couldn’t get you off–you seemed to be doing just fine on your own–and then it hit me.”

“I’m going to hit you,” Akitra snarled, moving toward the edge of the bed. Jak held up his hand, motioning for Akitra to wait, and to his surprise, the faerie hesitated.

“You can’t do it yourself. You only feel the most intense pleasure, but it’s too intense to keep doing it long enough to tip you over the edge. It’s too much to bear.”

“Yay, you figured it out,” Akitra said dryly. “If you tell anyone else, I’ll kill you. Now get out of here.”

“No,” Jak said, his heart starting to race. “I have a better idea.” A stupid idea; he was going to get himself killed. He threw himself at Akitra, catching him off guard and shoving him back into the corner. The faerie’s glamour, unrestrained, shuddered through him, but Jak gritted his teeth, one hand finding Akitra’s throat, the other shoving his legs apart. Akitra gasped as Jak pushed against his entrance, forcing two fingers inside him, the faerie’s eye growing wide, his breathing ragged as Jak sought out and began to press against his prostate.

“Don’t–Don’t–” Akitra gasped, arching his back, digging his heels into the mattress, trying to pull away. Jak rubbed, slow and deep, his fingertips spread slightly, touching on either side of that spongy lump. “Jak, please!” Jak eased up, sliding his other hand from Akitra’s throat to his shoulder, holding him firmly against the wall.

“I thought you wanted this,” Jak said, shifting himself to his knees, trying to ease the pressure on his cock. No luck. “Could you do something about the glamour, please? I’m about to come in my jeans.”

“You could always get off me,” Akitra said through his teeth. Jak pressed deep into him again, forcing another breathless cry from his lips.

“Why are you fighting me?” Jak asked. “What’s the problem?”

“You are,” Akitra said, his voice tight and quavering. “You fucking mage, with your smug, superior attitude. You think you can make me beg, scream, you think you’re so powerful, in control–”

“Is that what you think of me?” Jak asked, pulling his fingers out of Akitra. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you,” Akitra replied, barely moving his lips as he spoke. “I knew you the second you found out I was an ainmhain.”

“Because of how I looked at you? Fuck, Akitra, it was one thought. I’m sorry it ever crossed my mind. I will never ask you to help me with a spell, all right?”

Akitra eyed him and sat up, drawing his knees to his chest.

“Fine. Now go away.”

“And go where?” Jak asked. “Everyone I know is pissed at me because of you.” They scowled at each other for a moment. “I’ll make a deal with you,” Jak said. “You let me stay here the rest of the night, no games, no insults, no tormenting me, and in return I’ll make you come.”

Akitra just stared at him for the longest time.

“That’s an unequal deal,” he said finally.

“Oh, really?” Jak said, arching an eyebrow. “And which of us is getting cheated?”

“You are,” Akitra replied.

“Then don’t worry about it.” Jak glanced around, finding the small jar of lube sitting on the corner of Akitra’s desk. He reached over and picked it up. “Well, is it a deal?” He heard Akitra swallow.

“I don’t understand,” the faerie said. “After everything I’ve done–”

“It’s called compassion,” Jak said. “It’s like pity, only there’s respect involved. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d never heard of it.”

“Fine,” Akitra said, spreading his legs apart. “I accept your offer. Make me come and I’ll leave you alone until breakfast.”

“Agreed,” Jak said, twisting the lid off the jar and dipping his fingers inside. “Now why don’t you lie down, relax? You’re supposed to enjoy this, not look like you’re trying to escape.” Akitra opened his mouth, then closed it again. After a moment, he shifted himself out of the corner, but remained sitting up, grabbing his knees as he watched Jak from under lowered brows.

Jak did his best to ignore the scowl, the lube cool and slick on his skin as he eased two fingers back inside Akitra. The faerie tensed, his breath growing short as Jak found his prostate again. He rubbed across it, slowly increasing the pressure, testing Akitra’s threshold, watching Akitra’s knuckles turn white as he gripped his knees, the muscles in his abs and thighs clenching, his skinny, wrinkled cock twitching as pearly fluid appeared from under the fold of skin that covered the head. Jak raised his eyes to see what Akitra’s face was doing and found the faerie staring at him, his lips parted, breathing hard.

“Is this all right?” Jak asked. For an instant, Akitra looked surprised that Jak asked, but then he nodded.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Do…do whatever you want.” Almost hesitantly, Akitra began to unfold himself, letting his legs stretch out a bit, leaning back on his elbows, lifting his ass off the bed as Jak pressed harder. “Oh, shit–Right there, Jak–Oh, fuck!” He let himself collapse, reaching up above his head to grasp the bed frame, his legs moving restlessly on top of the blankets. “Don’t- don’t tell Maika,” Akitra gasped suddenly. “Jak, don’t tell him. Please.”

“I’m not going to say anything to anyone,” Jak said. “Just relax; let me do this.” He tried to detach himself from the task at hand, but Akitra’s every twitch, every gasp and cry, shuddered through him, keeping him hard. He shifted slightly and the crotch of his jeans pinched his cock, making him draw a sharp breath. The hand not inside Akitra fumbled with the button, hastily jerking the zipper down and letting his erection spring free.

“What are you doing?” Akitra asked, his tone edged with suspicion as he stared down the length of his own body at Jak.

“Relieving the pressure,” Jak said, placing his hand on Akitra’s thigh to keep it off his throbbing cock. “I can’t help it if this is making me hard.”

“You’re such…a slut…” Akitra groaned as Jak turned his attention back to the faerie. This was enough foreplay, he decided, and began to rub deeper, not letting up even when Akitra cried out and straightened his legs, lifting his ass off the bed. Jak followed him, rising up onto his knees, his free hand sliding up to Akitra’s hip and firmly pushing him back down to the mattress. “St- stop,” Akitra gasped, “I- I can’t–I–Jak, stop.” Jak hesitated. He had been raised to hold the words No and Stop with the utmost respect. If you said it, you meant it; if you heard it you stopped.

“Akitra?” he said, raising his eyebrows as he searched the faerie’s face. Akitra raised his head, meeting Jak’s eyes for a moment before letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“I thought we had a deal,” Akitra said, breathing hard. “Do you need it in writing?”

“Then don’t tell me to stop,” Jak said, and he eased a third finger inside.

“Oh–Oh, shit!” Akitra cried, drawing his legs back up, trying to close them, trying to pull away from Jak, but Jak pressed closer, using his body to hold Akitra’s legs open. Jak glanced down, his eye widening at the sight of Akitra’s cock. It had grown hard, perhaps doubling in girth, but that wasn’t what drew Jak attention. The loose skin had pulled back from the dark, shiny head and tightened into ridges. Without thinking, he reached out and grasped it, letting it slide through his hand, and his own cock twitched in envy.

Still holding Akitra’s cock, Jak took a slow breath and braced himself. No stopping this time. He rubbed slowly, varying pressure, letting Akitra’s reactions tell him how to move, faster, harder, deeper–

“Oh, fuck, Jak!” Akitra shouted, and his whole body tensed as his hips jerked upward, his jaw clenching as he tried to hold back one hoarse, wordless scream after another. Jak felt sorry for his neighbors, getting woke up by that at four in the morning. It was a wonder none of them were pounding on the wall, yelling at them to shut up. But then, this was Akitra. They were probably afraid to.

“C’mon, you can do it,” Jak murmured, pumping Akitra’s cock even though he knew the faerie probably couldn’t feel it. He could, and the sensation of those ridges against his palm, and imaging how they would feel sliding in and out of him, had Jak weeping fluid, the thick drops rolling slowly down the head of his cock.

Akitra was so tight around his fingers he could barely move them, his muscles so tense he was shaking, his face turning red.

“Almost there,” Jak said, sliding closer, his cock brushing against the inside of Akitra’s thigh. “Relax, Akitra, just breathe–You’re almost there–You can do it.” Akitra drew a great rasping breath and screamed as Jak rubbed unrelenting against his prostate. The cock in his hand twitched and Jak couldn’t stop himself. He leaned down, taking Akitra’s cock head into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could. Akitra’s voice scaled upward several notes as his hips jerked and a shot of semen hit the roof of Jak’s mouth.

A low moan escaped Jak as the warm come filled his mouth, but only until he actually tasted it, and then he almost gagged. He’d had some bitter guys in his mouth before, but nothing like this. He pulled off, the come running down his chin, and looked around for something to spit into, his hands leaving Akitra and frantically searching his pockets before remembering that he’d shoved his handkerchief into his jacket pocket. His stomach heaved and, unable to bear the taste any longer, Jak spat Akitra’s seed onto the floor.

After a moment, he reached up and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He could still taste it, bitter and salty, thick on his tongue, and he wanted to spit again, but managed to refrain. He could hear Akitra breathing hard, soft moans escaping him in the aftermath, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the faerie. He could imagine how he’d feel if some guy–even a guy he didn’t like–spit out his come like that.

Without a word, he climbed off the bed, his cock still hard and aching. He just wanted to leave, but he couldn’t bear the thought of shoving his cock back into his jeans. It would only take a second. Pumping himself, he staggered over to the desk and grabbed the bloody washcloth Akitra had used to clean him up.

Behind him, he heard Akitra move, the bed frame creak, footsteps, and then Akitra reached around him and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock.

“Akitra–” Jak started, but the faerie spun him around, grabbing him by the back of the neck and standing chest to chest with him, their lips almost touching. “Akitra, please,” Jak whispered, “just let me go. I’m sorry–” Akitra released him and dropped to his knees, drawing a startled gasp from Jak as he tugged Jak’s pants down around his thighs and leaned forward, taking Jak’s cock into his mouth.

Jak’s head spun as Akitra’s glamour washed over him, waves of hot and cold prickling over his skin, a thrumming, like subtle electricity filling his cock, pulling at his balls, his orgasm as sudden and powerful as a blow from a hammer. He cried out, practically doubling over, one hand slamming down on the desk top as he fought to stay standing, the other clutching at Akitra’s shoulder. Akitra’s arms wrapped around Jak’s thighs and the faerie grabbed his ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze as he proceeded to swallow Jak’s come and continue sucking until Jak was left empty and weak-kneed.

“What…was that for?” Jak asked when Akitra finally let his limp cock slip from between his lips. Akitra stood up and shrugged, licking his lips before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I felt like it,” he said, taking the washcloth out of Jak’s hand and wiping several globs of come off his stomach. “Don’t read anything into it, and don’t expect me to ever do it again.” He dropped the cloth onto the wet spot on the floor and ground it into the carpet with his foot before climbing back into his bed and pulling the comforter up over him. His violet eyes lingered on Jak for a moment, then he rolled over, turning his face to the wall. “So are you just going to stand there, or are you going to turn out the light and go to bed? Dayne won’t mind if you use his; my glamour sometimes acts up while I’m asleep.”

“Yeah…okay,” Jak said, his head still spinning as he tugged his pants up. On shaking legs, he crossed the room and turned off the light, then staggered over to the empty bed. The sheets were cold against his skin as he lay down and he wrapped his arms around himself, the lingering emptiness magnified by the dark. He wanted to get up, to go back to Akitra. He’d be willing to risk the glamour if it meant he could feel whole again, but he couldn’t make himself get up, not after what he had done.

It was one thing to pull back before they came, or discretely spit into a cloth afterward, but to jerk away and gag onto the floor because he didn’t like the taste? And then for Akitra to rub it in, to suck him off and swallow every drop–Jak turned over, punched the pillow and sighed. If Akitra didn’t despise him before, he certainly did now.

“You’re not the first,” Akitra said suddenly, “so you can stop tossing and turning and beating yourself up over there. I taste awful–all faeries do, so quit your fussing and go to sleep.” Jak opened his mouth, drew a breath to say something–“Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it. This isn’t a sleepover. Now shut up.”

With a sigh, Jak pulled the blankets higher and closed his eyes.

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Posted September 19, 2013 by katicalocke

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