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" Simon! Hey! Wait up, will ya? " Jack hurriedly rushes past crowds off people, slow behind his partner for the day since changing out of his super suit.
" Oh, sorry. " The taller male mumbles as he holds the elevator for Jack. He makes it in just in time to close the door on other people trying to get in. The blonde fixes his tie,
" I hate workin' undercova. Stupid things are so tight. " He grimaces, tugging at his collar.
" You get used to it. " Simon mutters under his breath as he tries to make himself look presentable. Although his face quickly flushes as he hears Jack ask him a question.
" Hey, Si, you're one of those uh.. Queers, right? "
" Jack! "
" Whaaat!? It's a yes or no question, Si, gosh. " Jack crosses his arms and leans against the elevator walls, hearing the soft hum of the elevator going up, " Its just; how did ya know you were.. Queer? "
Simon perks up in surprise, not expecting the womanizer himself to start questioning if he's gay. He clicks his tongue, " It.. I had a fling with a guy awhile back. It helped me in realizing but that wasn't the only way. "
" We should do that! "
" Do what? "
" Have a fling! " Simons eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he chokes on his saliva. Putting a fist over his mouth to cough, he adjusts himself and looks back at Jack.
" Jesus, Jack. You're married. "
" What? It'll only be for one night and I've seen the way you look at me so win win! " Jack shrugs with a smug smirk.
" I-I don't look at you! " He stutters out as he clenches the fake suitcase in his hands. Jack revels in watching as his partner actually starts to consider it. Simon looks Jack over just for a second. The broad shoulders, the face, the hair, and that undeniable bulge that he's surprised Jack hasn't gotten a written up for.
" Your wife hates me enough as is.. " Jack pinches his nose bridge as he scowls. " Would you stop talkin' about her for two seconds? "
" You're supposed to stay faithful to her. "
" You know, with all these reasons you're listin', you're talking allat about what she wants n not what you want. " That makes Simon look off to the side, his grip on his fake suitcase falters just a bit. " What do YOU want? "
He mutters, just barely enough for Jack to hear, " I just.. Sometimes I do look at you. Sometimes I think about what it'd be like to kiss you, I guess.. But I can never act on any of my thoughts. I shouldn't want you. “
He perks up, not expecting Simon to get serious. He tugs at his collar and rubs the back of his neck. Not the way he imagined the conversation going, " But you do. "
The elevator falls silent, with Jack just now realizing how many floors the building has. But he doesn't bring that up as Simon speaks.
" On Tuesday, I'm going to leave my bedroom window open from seven to eight. " Jack nods at this information, starting to bounce his leg from how excited he's getting.
Was he ACTUALLY questioning himself? Yeah. But it wasn't his first time. The NSA gives the men communal showers and expects them to not fool around? Yeah, keep dreaming. But those didn't count. That was just fun between coworkers. This time, it was finally gonna determine if he was really gay. Or maybe Simon is just attractive.
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" Where you goin' this late? " Jack's wife, Vicky, asks with concern. She leans against the kitchen counter as Jack gives her a small kiss on her temple.
" Out with uh, Bob 'nd Lucius. You know the guys, you met ‘em at our wedding. Be back before you even notice I'm gone. " Jack gives her a small wink and smile, one she falls for every time.
" Okay, okay. I better not see you get caught up on any trouble on the news again. " She follows him to the front door, a small pit in her stomach, " And there better not be anymore of that Simon. "
" What's wrong with Simon? You say his name like he killed your mom. " Jack chuckles and starts to tug on his dress shoes, although a bit of sweat starts to show near his neck. Maybe she's caught on that he doesn't look at her when they have sex anymore ever since he's met him.
" You know.. " Vicky trails off and makes a hand gesture with the flick of her wrist, " He's one of 'em fruity perverts. "
" Oh not this again, Vick. " Jack turns back to her. He almost explodes but he just does his signature move of smoothing back his hair and taking a deep breath, " For the last time; stop that. He- He's human just like you and I okay? And he's not a pervert- you haven't even talked to him! "
" But I've seen the way he looks at you! I'm tellin' ya, pervert, pervert, pervert. "
" Oh come on- NO, he does not! Why are we even having this conversation anyway? " Jack facepalms and drags his palm down his cheek. " I gotta go, Vick. I'm gunna be late."
She huffs and stomps her foot, a telltale sign a storm is brewing. He quickly, nervously chuckles and heads out the door faster than she can say his full name. He starts his route to Simon's house in the air.
It's a route Jack's taken when he needs to talk to someone or when he needs a place to stay since his wife kicked him out. But this time it feels different. Well, mostly because it IS different. And nerve wracking. And exciting. He's about to fuck his best friend, whats more exciting than that? Not to mention that he's wanted to for a while.
Arriving at seven on the dot, Jack quietly creeps into Simon's room. It's neat; A desk with a computer, a book shelf with almost two-thirds of them already being read, and the tidiest bed he's probably ever seen.
And speak of the devil; Simon comes into the room with two cups of water. He seems surprised that Jack actually decided to show up, setting both cups down, " You actually came.. "
" You thought I wouldn't? " Jack laughs. He starts to unbutton his shirt, " So how's this work? Do we just get naked and go at it? Do I go in you? "
Simon puts a hand on Jack's own, stopping him from unbuttoning the second button, " I was thinking more of taking things slow. "
He raises an eyebrow but complies, letting Simon take his hand and lead him down to his bed. He shifts to get comfortable and takes off his shoes, " Okay.. so do you whip it out now? "
Jack's questions get cut short when he feels Simon's lips start to rest on his. He sits awkwardly as Simon cups his cheek, not sure of what to do. Has he wanted to do this forever? Yeah, but he didn't think he'd actually get this far. 'Just do what you'd do if you were with a dame.. Not Vicky.'
Jack allows his hand to trail up to Simon's neck, resting on the back and putting a bit more pressure on the passionate exchange. Once he closes his eyes and starts to get into the hang of things, he moves the kiss down onto the mattress. He pins him down, biting at his bottom lip to request consent.
Once Simon opens lips just slightly, Jack takes the opportunity, letting his tongue slip by. It's the usual feeling, but the taste is different. It's warm and fuzzy, how can he explain it? He can taste the peanut butter and chocolate on his tongue, it's bittersweet. Simon tilts his head, allowing him more access.
Jack darts his tongue further, their noses pressed together so roughly you would've thought they broke. Eventually, all good things need to end, and Jack pulls away to catch his breath. " Jesus.. "
" You're good at that.. Really good. ” Simon mumbles against his lips, making the blonde grin.
" You're just realizin' that? " The two of them laugh against each other's foreheads, Jack's hands trailing down Simon's chest, " Can we have sex now? "
" Are you ever polite? "
" Not when I want something. " Jack crawls off of Simon, starting to peel off his clothing one by one. He makes sure to keep eye contact, at least he remembers it turns Vicky on when he does it.
" Women love my appearance, you know, " The blonde gloats as he starts to strip off the last of his clothing, his underwear falling to the ground with barely any sound, " Let's see if you'll fall like 'em. " Simon's face flushes immensely as his eyes fall on Jack's unclothed shaft. It's.. Impressive. But he's not going to be on top for this one.
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Jack's lips tremble as he's face to face with Simon's own shaft. It's bigger than his. He takes a look around Simons shaft, his eyes darting around the length and the veins, " God fuckin' Jesus, Si, how do you even hide this in your super suit? "
" It's not that big.. " Simons face turns hot, reaching over to his own cheek and brushing it over his hair. " Y-you can.. Touch. "
Jack nods and purses his lips, trying to figure out how he would approach this. He thinks back to all the blowjobs he's gotten in his life, remembering that they all start with a kiss or a lick. He takes a deep breath before he leans in and licks along halfway through the side. Simon clenches his hands at his side as he allows Jack to figure it out. Jack's tongue trails along his shaft, the taste so strange to him. It's a bit salty and bitter, but it's not bad. He would be lying just a bit if he said he didn't like the taste.
" Do you uh.. Know how to.. " Simon gestures a sucking motion around his penis. Well, at least that's what it looks like to Simon. To Jack; it just looks like he's squeezing his cock really hard, but he gets the message.
“ I uh.. I think so. " Jack puts his hands over Simon's chubby thighs and squeezes them softly as he prepares to start. His swollen, rounded tip brushed against his lips impatiently. He parts his plump lips, starting to take in his shaft. His teeth graze against his full head. Simon's nails almost draw blood from his palm as he tries to hold back from bucking into Jacks face. " You sure you haven't done this? "
" Shut up. " Jack's words muffle around Simon's shaft, vibrating softly around the length. That earns a low groan from the brunette, forcing him to bite his lip and run his hands through his hair.
Jack continues to take in his length, his mouth struggling to accommodate for the width. Once he's about half way, he starts to move his head. His tongue drags against the underside of Simon's cock, his tongue flexing just a bit.
Simon can't seem to hold it together as he buries his fingers into the blonde's hair, much to his surprise, and starts to thrust into Jack's mouth. Although not too much, just enough to force his penis past his lips.
Jacks eyes dart from his cock to Simons own eyes and his heart clenches. The look he's giving him, it's a bit passionate mixed in with just the perfect amount of lust that makes him just barely aware that his own dick was just as hard as Simons. Jack reaches down and starts to palm his own erection , the thought of Simon using him for his own pleasure lights him on fire. But he starts to go faster, his thrusts now barely starting to board on painful as he manages to reach fully inside his mouth.
Jacks nose brushes against Simons pubic bone with just the tiniest hint of hair, which isn't actually as bad as Jack thought it would be. His eyes snap open from half lidded as he feels Simon bury himself into his mouth without warning.
The feeling of something warm and creamy, bittersweet splashes a bit on his tongue but mostly goes all the way down his throat. Once Simon pulls away, Jack lets out a large gasp; small droplets of semen drip from his lips as he catches his breath. " Is it my turn now? "
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It was in fact not Jacks turn, much to his protest. Instead, he's laid down on his back, letting Simon hook his ankles around his back, " Are you sure you don't need prep? "
" Nah. Trust me. I prepped before I got here. " Jack smirks. He did, truthfully, with his own wife's sex toy while looking at a picture of Simon. Did it hurt and did he cum? Yes and yes. Embarrassingly fast.
Simon nods and lines himself up with Jacks rimmed, lubricated pucker. " If it hurts, let me know. "
The first few inches are boarding on painful, his toes clenching in his socks from how much he wants to stop. But after Simons fully in and given him time to adjust? Holy heaven. He's bigger than most of the supers, that's for sure. Except macroburst. That dudes bigger than all the supers.
Simon tries to go slow, much to Jacks dislike, " I-I'm not a pussy, Si. Keep going, come on. Gimme all you got. " Jack purrs, biting his lip from how much the brunette seems to be hitting his sweet spot without even trying.
Simon complies, although still worried he might hurt the blonde. Starting to pick up the pace, he watches as with every thrust he makes, Jacks own cock would throb with need. That spurs him on even further, starting to do more of pumping motion with the roll of his hips. " J-Jack.. "
" Si, " Jack tries to get Simon to look at him, but he can't. Mostly because he doesn't want to burrow two lasers into his eyes on accident. Jack whines, using one hand to forcefully make him look at him, " You're so fuckin' huge. "
At those words, Simon has to restort to closing his eyes and shifting their position. Simon has him on his side, burying his face in his neck as he holds his leg up to allow him to thrust. This makes Jack laugh despite the pleasure, " Yeah, you get a lil flushed? " As his laughter dies down, his moans don't. He drools just a tiny bit on Simons covers, just barely handling the way he's pistoning into him like he's some toy he's bought offa catalogue. Now it's Simons turn to laugh, " You should see yourself. "
Simons hand drifts from Jacks leg, which rests on his forearm, down to his neglected cock, starting to squeeze and pump along with his thrusts. " SI! " Jack gasps out, experiencing the sensation overload. His insides clench around Simon, almost making it so that his thrusts are almost impossible; as if it never wants him to pull out. He let's out soft grunts into his neck, kissing away some of the sweat. " Jack, Christ, M'close.. "
Jack, on the other hand, is babbling incoherently; although the most prominent words are Simons name and the word 'yes' over and over. That combined with Jacks fucked-stupid expression help bring Simon to climax.
With one final thrust inside, his balls draw up tight, and he lets loose. Torrents of his potent sperm flood Jacks inside, each twitch of his cock means an extra spurt. " J-Jack! Oh, God! "
The feeling of being full, filled with that warm, thick spill that temporarily marks his insides as Simons does something to Jack. In almost the same time as him, his own cock starts to burst. His own release splashes onto his stomach and chest, not a bother to him since the pleasure is way more important. After a few more after-shock thrusts, Simon pulls out (albeit very slowly), and lays on his back, panting. Jack manages to build up the strength to roll over on his back. Before he blacks out, possibly forever, he lifts his head up and snorts in bliss,
" I-I still have my socks on ... That MEANS.. I'm not.. Gay. ♥︎ "