So this is what it was like to be a grownup and have one-night stands, Sand thought hazily. Then he was flat on his back on the bed and realizing that his brain simply wouldn't work while Jack was kissing him and that was a blessing. He was tired of thinking so much. He didn't want to think about how long it had been since he'd felt this way. He didn't want to think about how eagerly his body was responding to Jack's touch. He didn't want to think about how much his body had changed since another person had last seen him naked for any purpose other than the endless post-monster medical exams and the occasional consequence of battle. He really didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about control and balance and details. He just wanted to feel.

And Jack sprawling on top of him, using his tongue to fuck Sand's mouth, was about the best feeling ever.

Jack shifted, lining up their cocks through their jeans and pulling up his own shirt under his armpits so he could press their chests together without breaking the kiss.

Sand groaned against Jack's mouth as their flesh connected and he felt lightheaded with the sensation. So long...he thought, the pleasure nearly a physical pain. He curled his fingers into Jack's back, clutching at the slight protrusions of his shoulder blades.

Jack murmured something unintelligible and desperate, dragging his mouth away from Sand's and diving into the junction of his neck and shoulder as his fingers clutched at Sand's ribs.

There was pressure on his carotid, then wet pressure as Jack's tongue swathed the place he'd just kissed.

Sand could feel his pulse pounding against Jack's mouth and twisted his fingers into Jack's shirt, dragging it over his head when Jack lifted his head again.

"Fuck," Jack moaned, letting go of Sand long enough to yank the shirt off his arms as he moved his mouth to Sand's flat brown nipples. "You're sensitive here, aren't you?" he asked against Sand's skin even as his mouth kissed and licked and finally bit lightly around one nipple, making it shining wet and achingly hard.

Sand could only whimper and squirm under Jack, hips and knees pinned by long legs and hard groin.

Jack wiped his thumb slowly over the swollen nipple, cleaning away his saliva before turning to the other one.

"Jack...dammit," Sand gasped, bracing his hands against Jack's shoulders as Jack's teeth scraped across the hardening nipple.

"Too much?" Jack asked, pulling himself up to kiss Sand again. He held himself above Sand, balanced on widespread hands planted on either side of Sand's head. Sand moaned and grabbed Jack's hips to pull him back down.

"Not enough," he groaned as Jack pulled up again.

Jack sat back, straddling him, and ran a hand over the significant bulge in his jeans. Sand arched up in response. "Let's get you out of these," Jack suggested, tightening his fingers and using his other hand to tug open the button. "Lift up," he commanded when he had wrestled the zipper painlessly over Sand's erection. Sand obediently lifted his hips and allowed Jack to pull the jeans over his hips and butt. Jack yanked the pants down to his ankles and leaned between his knees to kiss Sand through his boxers.

Sand's hips came off the bed in one hard thrust, his hands grabbing the comforter beneath him for an anchor.

Jack let out a shaky breath and backed off, pulling off the pants, shoes, and socks in one sweep and letting them tumble into a pile on the floor. "No more fooling around," he promised, lifting the waistband of Sand's boxers carefully and easing them over his flushed cock.

Sand squirmed again with the whisper of material over his sensitized skin, lifting his ass far enough from the bed for Jack to dispose of the boxers. Sand dug his hands into the coverlet and squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating on control. The lust was almost a physical hunger crawling in his stomach and his cock surged at every change in the air. He tensed as he felt Jack's denim-clad knees on either side of his thighs and beer-tanged breath near his mouth.

Control, he chanted to himself. Deep breaths, control, control, control.

And then Jack kissed him and Sand couldn't think anymore. A firm hand closed around his cock and stroked upward and Sand was exploding, stars bursting behind his closed eyes, Jack's mouth sweet against his, a haven for the groan that was torn from his throat.

The muscles in his ass clenched over and over as his body bowed repeatedly against Jack's and when he finally, finally, finally felt the heavy weight of his head and shoulders dragging him down to earth, Jack's hands were there to ease the descent.

The emptiness where the lust had cramped his stomach was nearly tangible. Sand slowly began to feel things again: the soft quilt against his back, scrunched in his hands, the pillow under his head, Jack's legs against his, Jack's hand in his hair. He forced his eyes open and tilted his head back to see Jack above him. He tried to say something, he wasn't sure what, and all that came out was, "Guh..."

Jack's thumb pressed against his lips, dipping inside just long enough to be nipped. Its departure cleared Sand's head a little and he lifted his head to see Jack sitting back on his heels, running one hand through the mess Sand had deposited on his tanned, smooth stomach.

Sand's first thought was how sexy Jack looked, his fingers sticky with Sand's orgasm, and a considerable bulge of his own distorting his jeans. His second thought was that he needed something to drink.

When Jack began licking his fingers clean, Sand decided he could live with a dry mouth. He fell back on the bed with a groan.

"You taste good," Jack was murmuring in his ear. "See?" And then Jack's tongue was dragging through his mouth again and he could taste himself on Jack's mouth and it made him so hot, he groaned again before he realized what he was doing. "Do you need some water?" Jack asked, touching a thumb to the corner of Sand's mouth. Sand nodded gratefully, not trusting himself to speak.

Sand concentrated on relearning how to breathe as he listened to the water run in the bathroom. Just when he had started to gain coherent thought again, Jack was sitting next to him on the bed, offering the cup Sand used to rinse his mouth after brushing his teeth. Sand struggled up to balance on his elbows and drank the water in three long gulps. It tasted a little metallic and mintier than it should, but it was cold and fresh going down his throat.

Jack took the cup as he reached to put it on the bedside table and set it down for him. Belatedly, Sand realized Jack's hand was resting on the inside of his knee, stroking gently. He leaned up and caught Jack's mouth with his. Kissing, he hoped, was like riding a bike--you never forgot how. It seemed to be a sound theory when Jack growled against his mouth and slid his hand rapidly along Sand's inner thigh.

Sand reached for Jack's fly, undoing the first button before realizing they were all buttons, and just yanking the pants open.

"God, yeah," Jack groaned as Sand's questing hands found his cock through his boxers and rubbed against the head. "Hold on a sec." He pulled away and stood next to the bed, shucking his jeans and underwear quickly. Sand's breath caught when he was eye-level with Jack's cock and he watched carefully as Jack moved back onto the bed. Jack stretched out next to him, lounging on his side. He looked casual enough to be watching television, one hand propping up his head, but the darkness of his eyes and the heavy erection between his legs said otherwise.

Sand rolled to his side to mirror Jack, his eyes raking hungrily over Jack's lean physique. Jack smiled a little, like he had something to say, and reached for Sand's hand. Sand let himself be drawn over to Jack, his palm pressed against Jack's chest. He rubbed the side of his thumb over Jack's smooth chest cautiously. No hair, he thought curiously. He let his fingers slide up to Jack's collarbone, drifting over the small tattoo over his pectoral muscle. The texture was different there and Sand leaned forward tentatively. He paused for a moment and was aware that Jack was holding perfectly still. Sand exhaled and leaned forward, sealing his open mouth over the small red tattoo. He lapped his tongue over it slowly, tasting the patch of skin. It felt different under his tongue, slicker, and tasted different, less like Jack. He knew Jack's taste already, Sand realized dizzily, sucking lightly at the spot. It was in his mouth, on his tongue, pounding in his head. He heard Jack exhale harshly over his head and scraped his teeth across the tattoo before lifting his head. His other hand located Jack's nipple, the one across from the tattoo and stroked his fingers over it. Jack made a contented sound low in his throat and rolled slightly, bracing himself up on one elbow and burying the fingers of his other hand in Sand's hair. Sand rolled with him, gripping Jack's hip and mouthing his nipple. He squirmed closer to Jack, feeling Jack's cock rub against his stomach. He shifted upward, letting his hardening cock brush up against Jack's. He ducked his head into Jack's chest, inhaling the scent of Jack's skin, spicy and musky with arousal, slightly tangy from the beer and smoke of the bar, and then something else underneath, something that was uniquely Jack and always would be. A bright, clear energy from the rod and a sweet leather scent from the antique books Jack handled every day.

Sand rolled back, breaking the contact. He didn't know how long this was going to last and he wanted to remember everything. He let his eyes flicker down Jack's lean chest to his hips and the thick cock standing erect against Jack's stomach. Sand ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he traced the curve of Jack's cock with his thumb. He touched the spongy head with the pad of his thumb, sweeping softly around it. He hesitated as he considered taking Jack in his mouth. It had been a long time...a very long time and he wasn't at all sure that was like riding a bike.

Jack was hard, very hard, and Sand began to slide his hand up and down faster. Slickness spilled from the head of Jack's cock. He used his thumb to spread it down and around. He wasn't sure if Jack wanted to be sucked or would prefer to be inside him. He was two seconds from deciding it didn't matter when Jack gently removed his hand and rolled him to his back.

Jack straddled his waist, settling his weight across Sand's thighs. Sand tilted his head to look up at Jack. "You'll like this," Jack said softly, sliding closer and folding his hand around both their cocks.

Sand gasped as his cock pressed against Jack's. His own cock had started to leak and Jack smoothed his hand through both their fluids, spreading them down over their cocks and rocking his hips gently. Sand rocked up to meet him and the liquid slid between them, building friction.

"God, yes," Jack murmured, leaning forward to press them tighter together. His grip tightened, his strokes were harder and faster. He slipped his thumb into Sand's mouth, sweeping across his teeth.

Sand bit lightly at the intrusion, sucking it into his mouth and alternately sucking and lapping it with his tongue.

"God," Jack murmured again. "That mouth of yours..." He bucked his hips against Sand again.

Sand's breath came in little gasps as he felt every inch of skin against his and wanted more. He lifted his hips to Jack, but the older man's weight was pinning him down and the best he could do was rub his trembling thighs against Jack's firm ass.

"Shh, it's ok," Jack murmured, ostensibly to comfort him.

Sand nodded, acutely aware of the dark hunger in Jack's voice. It felt dangerous, but hot...so very very hot as Jack's hands slid up and down over both their cocks. Jack seemed to know just where to squeeze and just when to release to keep Sand on the edge of pleasure. Sand dared a glance up to Jack's face. There was an expression of profound concentration there, teeth pressed into the lower lip to control the breath that filtered through the reddened lips. Without thinking, Sand lifted his hand, thumb moving to trace the indentation.

Jack's moan rasped in his ear and Sand felt the hand squeeze convulsively around his cock. The moan, he thought, thighs tensing with sudden heat. It was the moan that did it. The moan and the smooth sweep of Jack's hand interrupted by the quick clench. Sand's breath hitched in his throat as he tried to tamp down the prickling in his veins. His hips lifted on their own, and his buttocks clenched in anticipation. The pressure around his cock loosened slightly as Jack relaxed his grip, running his hand lightly up and down. The friction warmed Sand's already feverish skin and the light touch sent him trembling all over. Soft little moans came with each breath as he tried to thrust into Jack's hand, stomach muscles trembling as he wished for Jack's knuckles to tighten around him just....

And then they did and Sand's entire body went taut as he released control.

Jack was talking to him, he thought fuzzily as he forced his muscles out of contraction. Low, dirty words in his ear. Jack's knees pressed hard into his hips. Jack's cock was still against his, but his hand was only pulling at his own cock. Sand could feel Jack tensing and reached down to cup his own hand over Jack's cock and he felt it when the sudden release came, heard the exhaled word in the dark room. Jack brought a messy hand to his mouth, licking it off, and rolled to his back, away from Sand and the damp heat of his body.

Sand glanced sideways, his eyes drinking in the sight of Jack, damp and heaving, sprawled against the white sheets. His tattoos glowed in the moonlight coming from the window and his skin glistened with sweat and other things. He lifted himself on one elbow to get a better view. Jack caught him staring and grinned unselfconsciously.

"Doing ok?" he asked, passing a hand down Sand's chest.

"Good," Sand replied, surprised he still had a voice. "Very good."

"Good." Jack leaned in and kissed him. A friendly kiss, almost chaste as if it could be anything else with them both sprawled limp and spent as they were.

Jack brushed his forehead against Sand's. "Rest up, kiddo," he said softly, reaching up to tug down the covers on the bed. "I'm not quite done with you, yet."

"That a promise?" Sand asked, half in jest, rolling between the sheets.

"Don't tempt me," Jack warned as Sand drifted off, vaguely surprised at how tired he really was. "You never know."