Warnings- m!m sexual acts: oral sex, mutual masturbation, digital penetration
A/N- Jack and Roland scandalize the Mystery novels with a little boy on boy love.
Roland was engrossed in a mystery novel he had picked up in a hidden nook of Jack's shop. He was so sucked in that he managed about half the story by the time Jack muffled a goodnight to his last customers. The jingling bells above the door were a distant nuisance to Roland while he bit his lip and turned yet another page. There was just a hint of awareness that some other body now occupied this same space.
An arm circled Roland from behind and pulled him back into the person who snuck up on him. Another lifted his chin towards the ceiling. His head fell back, eyes closed as warm lips pressed to his throat.
“This isn't a library, Mr Flaugherty. There's a price if you want to read all day in my shop,” the voice was low and suggestive. Then the mouth it came from nibbled at Roland's ear.
“Mr. Mason that may be something I'm willing t’pay.”
Roland leaned into Jack's kisses that progressed the length of his neck to his Adam’s apple that bobbed as he swallowed. Jack suctioned his lips to it and teased a moan from the man in his arms. A moan that only encouraged Jack to suction harder as he let fingers brush along the hair from Roland’s stomach to just inside his jeans.
“Are ye randy or something?” the Irishman teased.
Roland’s own hand clasped Jack's and together they rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Then, reaching behind he repeated the motion on Jack himself. His grip tight on the rapidly formed erection. Their hips swung ever so slightly from side to side in rhythm with the friction.
“You could be called that,” Jack growled. He unzipped Roland’s jeans and dove inside to grab his cock properly.
Roland put his hands out to brace himself on a bookshelf. He moaned and bucked into Jack's hand. His body thrust forward to allow the grip to slide down the length of his shaft. Once down as far as he could reach, Jack playfully squeezed Roland’s balls. The Irishman mutter a fuck to his partner’s satisfaction.
Jack thought about everything that made him twitch and squirm under Rin’s touch or his own when he jerked off. The tight clenched stroke up and down followed by his thumb circling the head like he did his fiancée’s clit. He even teased the slit slick too.
Roland lost himself like he had in the book. Then he grew quickly frustrated at his own inability to reciprocate. All he could muster was bracing himself on the bookshelves. The medium was always taking command. Like now.
Roland allowed Jack to work his jeans over his hips and use a knee to spread Roland’s legs further apart. He heard the tinkle of a belt buckle and a zipper as he opened. Jack's hand never ceased it’s work on Roland’s cock which only grew harder, if that was all possible, at the anticipation of being fucked near the Agatha Christie novels. Would she be scandalized? Probably not.
The musician held his breath and bent forward some so that his ass stuck out towards Jack. He leaned forward so that his forearms anchored his body on the books. His fingers dug into the woods shelving as Jack pushed his forehead into the back of Roland’s neck and slipped two fingers inside of him. All of the air left his lungs.
He succumbed easily to Jack sliding his fingers in and out swiftly. He had become so good at hitting the spot that brought Roland to ecstasy almost immediately. An expert at getting him to release without ever laying a hand on Jack in return.
He didn't recoil from Roland, it was like that with their girlfriend too. Jack enjoyed using his dominance to get them off. He derived pleasure from making them cum. Hard. Watching them as they orgasmed (whether it was with him or Roland and Rin together), took Jack there too.
But now, as Jack readied to mount him, Roland changed his mind. He wanted to be on top for once. To finally penetrate his boyfriend in return and bring him that rapture Roland and Rin were gifted. So he took Jack by surprise.
It was beautiful the way Roland handled himself. A fluid motion, like a dance move, that entailed reaching back to get his hands on Jack's hips. From there he held on and spun him around so that his back was to the shelves. Roland managed to lift Jack's arms above his head and pin him to everything by his wrists. Even Roland was surprised it worked. The man between his arms both growled and moaned in exasperation and desire.
Roland held his face inches from Jack's. He leaned forward so that he could tease Jack with his hardened cock. His fingers traced along the veins of the shaft of Jack’s erection. Roland’s mouth not quite touching his skin as he held the medium pinned tight. Then he dove his tongue as far in Jack's mouth as he would allow. Lips leaving him breathless as the Irishman let them track down Jack's neck to his collarbone.
"I would like fuck you,” Roland breathed as he grabbed Jack's hips and thrust them away from the wall.
“Ca-can Rin do it first?” Jack's question came out worried and small. As if he braced himself for Roland to be angry or hurt.
“Fair play. The two of ye have been t’gether a long time. I can do other things.”
Roland let go of Jack's wrists to push his shirt up only to get a taste of his skin. He licked at Jack's neck before lightly tonguing Jack's nipples. He continued down over the stomach and wrenched the boxers completely to the floor.
Roland looked up at Jack and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth. He licked them with a coy smirk and reached around. The hips in front of his face bucked when the musician teased him suddenly. Roland slid them inside of Jack and wasted no time taking the entire length of the erect cock in his mouth.
Jack pulled at Roland’s head and wrenched it forward so that he felt him gag slightly. He was too wrapped up in what was happening from both angles to care. For once. His body contorted instead from the mouth sucking him off and the fingers reaching what he assumed was that spot. The mythical male G spot. Jack thrust to the back of the Irishman’s throat again.
Yet Roland didn't seem to mind. He simply took it, vacuumed harder and moved his head back up Jack's cock deliberately. Used his teeth to graze where the shaft met the head just enough to elicit extra slickness. He lapped at it and the veins that made ridges along erection.
Jack widened his stance so his boyfriend had better access. He sang praises between growled breathing when Roland found that rhythm he discovered in every living thing. Taking Jack in until his nose grazed the soft hair that covered his pelvis. He worked his fingers in and out massaging his boyfriend simultaneously.
Oh how Jack could only marvel and beg Roland to go further and faster.
Then, without warning, Jack pushed Roland away. “I'm gonna cum,” he panted. His gesture meant to prevent the other man from taking a mouthful of that too.
“Good.” Roland’s fingers massaged and fucked Jack faster. “I don't mind y’know. Wouldn't want it t’get anywhere.”
So Jack was consumed once more until he exploded in Roland’s mouth. Who wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand. Then stood and helped Jack fix his jeans. Their mouths touched with a lightness even though one delved his tongue far into the other's mouth.
The men relaxed into a lazy hug. Their foreheads pressed together after the kiss as Roland nuzzled Jack’s cheek with the tip of his nose. He hoped his partner felt, at the very least, the erotic satisfaction he and Rin were brought to every time. That he could satiate Jack until the next time.
Now Jack moved to peck the nose that had come to rest on his cheek. “Thank you,” his whisper was hoarse.
Also as a personal contribution to sinful Sunday (although the dream was rather soft) I got trapped in some vents with captain Conrad but to make a long story short, there were fire breathing dragons, he passed out from heat exhaustion and I got to hold him…..so there’s that-
3. What's the weirdest place they've ever had sex?
Every place is weird when your fiancé is surrounded by dead people 🙃 No for real, she and Jack had rather (for Jack) rough sex at the cemetery, and honestly he was trying to prove something to them all.
With Roland he's not really that adventurous. At least not with public sex (Jack's bookstore aside). He's more into toys than places.
7. Would they be more likely to do it in the bed, on the couch, on the floor, or somewhere else?
With Jack, Rin is a "bang wherever" kind of chick because Jack is a horny teenager trapped in a 30+ year old's body.
Roland is particular though. He prefers they have sex in the bed for their comfort.
11. How often do they have sex?
It's rotational. Rin hasn't enjoyed sex like she has since being with Jack. Now with Roland thrown in the mix, it's even better. She likes to have sex a few times a week, but that one before her period she's a bit insatiable. They can go 2-3 times a day, or engage in group sex. Though it makes up for the inevitability she's uninterested in sex completely when her cycle starts. Because she might not have part of her uterus and fallopian tube's, but GODDAMN does she somehow still bleed!
28. What is there favorite body part on the opposite sex?
