"Calm down. I know you weren't hoping for me to get hurt."
"Never." He squeezed Demarco tighter, rubbing his smooth, taut stomach, and then venturing lower, beneath the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. "Never."
Demarco felt Jack's fingers wrap around his semi-hard cock and squeeze. He sighed, pushing his rear deeper into the expanding presence at the intersection of Jack's legs, grinding ever so slightly against it. "I can't quit Jack. I make too much money. I have no other skills. I wish I could. I hate being on call at all hours. And then there's my mother. I told you about her."
"You'll never be able to bring her up here and still keep things secret," Jack whispered in Demarco's ear... and then bit him softly on the neck just below.
"No... that'll never happen."
Jack released him and rolled back. "So, we're both unhappy."
Demarco turned. "Nope. Right now, I'm in this bed with you and I couldn't be happier... even if I had to get shot."
Jack looked at him, all pretense removed—no more government agent... no more suited professional... only Jack—the broad, blond, blue-eyed man. Demarco also saw a past incarnation again... the awkward, but handsome teenager deep in the closet, fearful of his parents disapproval. This beautiful man before him had escaped an upbringing like so many others and still wore the scars, unable to shake completely loose from the chrysalis that bore him. Instead, using its shell as an armor—protecting himself from future encounters of the same.
Demarco pressed his open lips to Jack's, offering refuge in physical comfort. Jack's body responded naturally, every cell opening and receptive. Their tongues teased briefly before twisting in warm, wet exploration.
This time when they parted, they were dizzy with lust and curiosity. Demarco's instincts overrode any more hesitation. He rose to his knees and straddled Jack's thighs. "Yes, sir," he said, removing his t-shirt carefully over his bandaged arm and tossing it. "I say we live for the moment and what comes, comes."
Jack chuckled lasciviously, watching as Demarco began unbuttoning his shirt. "I know," Demarco said. "I usually say that kind of stuff on purpose... but that was accidental."
"Sure it was."
"Believe what you want," Demarco said, pushing Jack's t-shirt up and leaning down to nuzzle his smooth chest. He found a bright pink nipple there and closed his lips around it, while his left hand traveled lower to the bulge beneath Jack's slacks. He squeezed. Jack groaned.
Demarco sat up. "Mmm-hmm," he agreed, now using both hands, pulling the zipper down and slipping his hand in and through the fold of Jack's boxers. His fingers closed around the thickness of a shaft and he rescued Jack's weighty cock from the confines of moist underwear-land.
"Hmm... look what I found," he said, holding Jack's hardening member in his clenched fist like a water bottle. "I approve."
He gave Jack a few soft, dry strokes, pressing the ball of his thumb firmly against the bottom of his shaft until it reached the tip where he applied pressure to the frenulum folds beneath the head. A clear drop of precum seeped from the slit above and Demarco squeezed again tightly, watching the volume double from a drop, to a pearl.
"Oh, my God," Jack gasped, closing his eyes, hands gripping the mattress so tight... as if trying to prevent himself from levitating.
"Did you think to pack condoms and lube?" Demarco asked.
Jack's eyes opened, his mouth a perfect O.
"It's OK sweetie. We're in Dupont. They'll have them in the lobby gift store."
Jack lifted to his elbows and grinned. "Or... you could check your toiletry bag."
"You're slick, Mr. Man. That's what I like about you."
"Is that all?"
"No, sir," Demarco said, licking the bounty he'd milked from the tip of Jack's cock. "I like the way you taste too."
Demarco opened his mouth and took him in deep, slipping his hand through both flies and grasping his balls—two egg-shaped orbs in a velvety smooth Crown Royal bag. Jack arched his back but forced his hips to remain rooted while Demarco demonstrated the talents of his tongue.
"Oh... my... God."
Demarco came up. "You said that already, but that's OK. It's been a while. I can tell. Your fellas down there are a little snug and ready to... pop."
"I wanted it to be more than this."
"It will. We've got plenty of time. You'll be ready again in a matter of minutes."
"But..."
