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In The Woods Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2018-05-03 18:00:00 +0000 UTC Koz’s face tingled as the warmth of the cabin met his chilled skin. He couldn’t stop smiling as he got out the hot cocoa mix. Jack was restringing the clothesline across the cabin room and hanging up his wet things. Koz paused in his preparations to pull off his coat, scarf, and hat. He hung these on the line and then noticed Jack stripping off more than just his winter clothes.Jack hauled his t-shirt over his head, thoroughly musing up his hair. He looked fluffed and flushed and too adorable not to admire.
Then he dropped his pants, picked them up, and slung them over the line as well.
Koz had gotten used to seeing Jack in various states of undress--it was hard not to when you lived in such close quarters. Before, Koz found it hard not to stare because Jack was attractive and he wanted him. Now, he found he had the same problem, but the added difficulty of having to think of how to ask if they could maybe have a repeat of last night. He stared at the line of pale hair trailing from Jack’s navel and disappearing beneath his boxers. That was as much as he’d seen of Jack’s groin last night while Jack was inside of him and the memory only stirred him up more.
Jack snickered. “Thirsty?”
“Hm?” Koz jumped. He looked up at Jack’s face and saw him watching Koz with a knowing look. Koz flushed and looked away. He felt remarkably like a teenager again, but he supposed it had been a very long time since he’d done anything like this.
“So . . .” Jack said, shifting his weight on one foot so his hip cocked outward in a way that was definitely intentional. “Do you want to take a shower?” He quirked an eyebrow.
Koz smirked, heart rate picking up. “Only if you’re coming with me.”
Jack bit his lip, biting back a wobbly, charmingly-nervous smile. “Cumming,” he snickered.
Koz clapped a hand to his forehead, unable to stop a bubble of laughter from escaping him.
“Alright, Mr. Smooth-talker,” Jack said. “Hang up your stuff. I’ll see you in the shower.” In one fluid motion, Jack pulled his boxers down his hips and let them drop to the floor, then he walked to the bathroom.
Koz would have liked to say he calmly took off his clothes and neatly hung them up to dry, but he did not. Instead, he yanked his clothes off so quickly he almost tripped over his trouser hem and fell flat on his face. (Thank God, Jack had already retreated to the bathroom.) He hastily flung his clothes on the line and hurried after the other man.
The bathroom was cool, but growing warmer as the steam from the shower filled the air. Koz pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub.
Jack stood under the spray, but he turned as Koz closed the curtain behind him.
Jack’s hair was a shade darker and plastered to his head, water dripping off his bangs and down his cheeks. He blinked as the spray caught his eyes and his lashes were wet. He looked quite stunning actually, and then there was the fact that he was stroking himself while looking Koz right in the eye, and Koz’s mouth went dry.
He stepped into Jack’s space, so close he could feel the faint heat of Jack’s center near his. He reached up to cup the back of Jack’s head and hauled him in for a kiss. Jack’s lips were siering hot with the heat of the shower. The younger man grunted and pushed him away gently. “You’re freezing,” he said.
Koz chuckled. “You’re the one who dumped snow on my head.”
Jack smiled, a proud, cocky thing. “Oh yeah.”
Koz punished him by kissing him with his cold lips again.
Jack wrapped his arms around Koz’s neck and took two steps backward under the water, drawing Koz along after him. Koz’s skin tingled with the shock of heat. The shift in temperature only excited him more. He could feel himself stirring. The younger man’s full arousal pressed against his as he moved closer. He let go of Jack’s lips to kiss along his jaw and then down his neck. Out of the corner of his eye he could see goosebumps prickle along Jack’s skin. He could tell by how warm Jack felt that his own skin must’ve been quite cool in comparison. He hoped the temperature shift was as pleasing to Jack as it was to him.
“Mmmm . . .” Jack said softly. He raised his hands and ran them through Koz’s hair. “I kind of forgot about it until now, but you’ve got some--” His fingers found a knot in Koz’s hair and he tugged at it. “--jizz in your hair.”
Koz’s lips paused at the nape of Jack’s neck. “And why would there be . . . semen in my hair?”
Jack shrugged, his shoulder briefly touching Koz’s cheek. “Beats me!” He said innocently.
Koz wrapped his arms around the younger man and crushed their bodies together.
“Nooooo!” Jack cried dramatically. “You’re cold!”
Koz laughed and reached between the two of them. He took Jack in hand and gently ran his thumb over the head of his cock.
Jack gasped, a smile still on his lips. Koz kissed him, holding their bodies together with one hand while the other took both his and Jack’s erections in one fist and stroked them slowly.
Jack groaned and rested his forehead on Koz’s shoulder. He reached down and gently rested his fingers around Koz’s. “Do you want me to . . .”
“No, no,” Koz said, kissing his temple. Jack’s cock was warm against his and forming a coherent sentence was more work than usual. “Let me take care of you.”
“O-okay,” Jack said as Koz stroked upward, tightening his grip ever so slightly as he did. Jack leaned into him with a sigh and loosely draped his arms around Koz’s shoulders. Koz stroked their cocks with a firm, even stroke, slightly tightening his grip as he neared the head. They were so rushed last night--he’d loved it, it was just what they needed, but now that they’d broken the ice, Koz wanted to take it slow. He wanted to take his time, feel out all the places where Jack liked to be touched best and how he liked to be touched best. Last night had been very, very good, and Koz was hungry for more.
So he took his time. He could feel himself nearing his peak and he slowed his pace, moving his hand so instead of gripping the two of them together, his thumb just touched his own member will his fingers just barely dragged across Jack’s heated cock, teasing.
Jack bucked against him with a soft keen.
Koz chuckled. “Do you like that?” He asked.
“Yes,” Jack panted, turning his head so his breath ghosted along Koz’s neck.
Koz shivered. He took them both in his fist once more and stroked upward firmly, pulling a moan from Jack’s lips. He paused to swirl his thumb across the heads of their cocks. A warm stickiness met his fingers as Jack’s cock wept precome. He swirled the silky fluid across the heads of both of their cocks and then stroked down again.
Jack’s arms tensed around his shoulders.
“Don’t stop!” Jack hissed. “Koz--”
Koz had hoped to go longer, but how could he be disappointed when Jack sounded so deliciously desperate?
Jack tightened his hold on him, stood on his tip-toes, and bit Koz’s neck.
Koz cried out at the feeling. It wasn’t pleasant so much as surprising and--no, actually it was very pleasant. He wouldn’t be able to outlast Jack if he kept stroking the head of their cocks--he was sensitive there. He let his own cock slip free from his grasp and focused all his attention on his partner. He gave the boy’s heated member firm, slow pumps, flicking his thumb over the head on every other stroke and smearing pre-come along the shaft. Jack’s lips were pressed gently against Koz’s neck where he’d bitten him, not kissing or sucking, just breathing against his wet skin.
The sensation had Koz throbbing. He grit his teeth and groaned to feel Jack’s nails digging into his shoulders as he hurried his pace.
“Fuck--” Jack keened, nearly swaying on his feet. “Fuck, I’m close!”
Koz’s hand was slick with pre-come, so he let loose. With one hand he kept Jack standing steady while with the other he pulled him over the edge.
“Ah--” Jack choked, his whole body coiling tight as his orgasm hit. His eyes were closed tight, face flushed, mouth open in a silent scream, with water dripping down his bangs, Koz could’ve come then and there if the water didn’t suddenly shift from hot to lukewarm.
Jack’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. Their eyes met and they both broke out into giggles. Jack let out a huff, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. He looked Koz up and down and licked his lips. “Look at you,” he said amusedly.
Koz glanced down at himself and some of Jack’s semen splattered over his own cock. He flushed, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. He looked up to see Jack watching him. While his gaze lacked the hunger it had before, it was quite satisfying to see the lazy, sated grin on his lips.
“Your turn,” Jack said, voice low as he stepped into Koz’s space.
Which, of course, was the exact moment that the water heater decided it was done for the day and they were showered with freezing water.
In an instant they were out of the tub and shivering wet on the bathroom floor like a pair of soaked cats. But of course, Jack was laughing, so Koz was too. Koz wiped water from his face and ran his hand through his hair, finding the semen spot Jack mentioned earlier, still not completely washed out. Oh, well.
Koz turned off the water. When he turned around, Jack had wrapped a towel around his waist and was holding one out for him.
Koz took one look at Jack, who was hopping from foot to foot and visibly shaking, and took the towel. He stepped forward and wrapped it around Jack’s shoulders and head, musing his hair to the sound of laughter and half-hearted protests. He loosened his hold and let the towel fall around Jack’s shoulders to find the younger man’s hair had gone from flat and wet to damp and fluffy.
Koz chuckled. “You’re cute,” he said.
Jack raised an eyebrow as a flush spread across his features. “Sheesh,” he said, obviously embarrassed. “What a flirt. It’s almost like you’re trying to get in my pants or something.”
Koz chuckled. “Come on,” he said, half leading, half-pulling Jack out of the bathroom.
Jack ended up steering him anyway, nudging Koz’s hip with his own and pushing him toward the bed. The towels were exchanged for blankets, which were chilled just as much as the rest of the room. This only inspired more giggling as the two of them tried to wrap themselves up in as many blankets as possible. Between the cold and the playfulness, by the time Koz had managed to bundle up, he was content with ending things there. There was a hunger thrumming beneath his skin, just begging to be sated, but he could ignore it. Then Jack squirmed around so the both of them were sitting with the blankets wrapped around their shoulders. He shimmied his narrow, naked frame onto Koz’s lap, straddling his waist.
Koz flushed as his half-softened cock began to stir once more. Jack’s skin was cool, but warmed quickly against him. His pale face flushed as he smiled uncertainly. “Now, it’s your turn,” he said.
Koz’s breath hitched as the younger man took hold of him, his grip gentle. He stroked Koz with a deliciously agonizing slowness. Koz was hard in a second.
Koz’s eyes slid shut as he loosely wrapped his arms around Jack’s lower back, leaning forward to rest his chin on Jack’s shoulder. Jack gently slid his foreskin over the head of his member and Koz shivered, gritting his teeth.
Jack’s hand went back down to the shaft and the fluttering in Koz’s chest relaxed somewhat. “Do you want me to go faster?” Jack asked, stroking the base of Koz’s cock
“Nnnno,” Koz rumbled. “This is perfect.” Jack stroked upward, tightening his grip over the head of Koz’s cock, putting pressure on the tip of his foreskin. Koz groaned.
Jack kissed along the joint between Koz’s neck and shoulder. Koz half-hoped he’d bite him again--and where that had come from he didn’t know, he’d never been that into biting.
Jack’s teeth scraped across his skin and his breathing hitched as his body piqued. He would come if Jack bit him, but instead Jack pulled away, shifting back so Koz had to lift his head from his shoulder.
Jack’s face was flushed, pupils blown wide. The scent of arousal flowed off his skin like perfume. A quick glance downward confirmed that he was hard again.
Jack licked his lips and Koz stared, he wanted to kiss him, but then Jack spoke: “Do you want me to use my mouth?”
Koz’s mind went blank. Mouth? What was a mouth? Jack flushed and bit his lip and reality hit Koz like a two-by-four. “Y-yes! Please!”
The hint of uncertainty that’d crept into Jack’s features vanished in a second, replaced by an amused grin. “Lie back,” he ordered.
Koz complied, shifting slightly to get a pillow behind his head.
Jack positioned himself over Koz’s body. He was definitely aroused, the scent of it hit the back of Koz’s throat with every breath and sent an intoxicating fizzle throughout his whole body. Jack kissed his lips, stroking him gently and Koz moaned into his mouth.
Pale lips pressed against his again and again and then started mouthing across Koz’s jaw, moving downward over his throat, giving just the slightest bit of teeth. Koz bucked into Jack’s hand and the younger increased his pace just a fraction. Jack gave his left nipple a lingering wet kiss, swiping his tongue over the sensitive bud before trailing lower, his hand going faster.
Finally, his mouth met the base of Koz’s cock. Nimble fingers darted up along the head of the shaft as Jack sucked on the skin at the base. He dragged his lips up the underside as his fingers toyed with Koz’s foreskin.
Jack’s tongue slipped out, adding another layer of warm, wet heat. His hand trailed down the other side until they’d switched places entirely, with his fingers pumping the base of Koz’s erection and his lips wrapped around the head.
Koz growled as Jack’s lips parted over the crown of his member, pushing back his foreskin gently. Jack’s tongue stroked across his sensitive head, pressing in at the slit before circling the glans. Koz felt fresh warmth bloom across the head as he leaked pre-come. Jack lapped at it, unphased by the taste.
He sucked on the head of Koz’s member, stroking the lower half of his with his hand.
Jack’s head bobbed down, taking more of Koz into his mouth. He swallowed and Koz keened to feel the suction. Koz was throbbing and panting, hungry for the smell of Jack’s arousal and the absolutely filthy noises Jack made as his lips worked over Koz’s cock.
And then there was a second wet noise. Koz opened eyes he didn’t remember closing and saw Jack, eyes lidded as he sucked Koz’s dick, face flushed. One hand stroked Koz’s member, the other was furiously pumping his own prick.
“Oh,” Koz moaned, his stomach tightening as his orgasm neared.
Jack gasped, his hand stuttering on both their cocks. Koz’s member slipped free of his mouth and he keened as he reached for it once more.
It was the hunger in Jack’s eyes that did Koz in. With a cut off cry, he came, his whole body tensing as pleasure crashed over him. For a moment he couldn’t think at all, only feel the intensity of his orgasm.
And then he lay back, panting and spent, still feeling the last ripples of his climax thrumming through his veins.
“Fuck,” Jack growled and Koz gasped and opened his eyes at the feeling of the younger man’s fringe tickling his over-sensitive prick.
Jack was shaking, head down, barely managing to keep himself propped up as he stroked himself to his second orgasm. Koz’s climax had left him clear headed enough to pay attention: Jack was fast and rough with himself, he barely touched the head of his cock unless it was to smear his palm with pre-come. “Aaah—“ Jack moaned, long and loud and then he shuddered and came across the mattress between Koz’s knees.
For a moment, he was motionless. Koz reached up and gently ran his fingers through Jack’s pale hair.
Jack took several deep breaths before lifting his head. “I think I need a towel.”
Koz flushed to see white cum splattered across the left side of Jack’s face. Jack had one eye open and the other tightly shut, a bemused grin on his face.
Koz sat up quickly. “I’m sorry!” He cast around and spotted their discarded towels from earlier.
Jack snickered. “It happens. Lucky you, getting a money shot on the first try.”
Koz was already stooping to grab one of the towels. He returned to the bed and carefully took Jack’s chin in one hand while he used the other to wipe off the other side of his face. All the while Jack was smiling a cocky, amused grin, weakened only by a very clear sense of relaxation.
“Thanks,” he said when Koz finished.
“Common courtesy,” Koz said, copying Jack’s own words from the night before. He straightened with a soft groan. “Now since I’m up, why don’t I finish that hot cocoa while you find us something to watch?”
Jack smile took on a gentler, more sincere expression. “That sounds perfect,” he said.
