Jack finished installing the new panel on the wall and pulling all the wires through. By this point, he couldn’t take it anymore. Not with Fitz grunting and huffing as he tried to loosen screws, his tongue poking out from between his lips and his hair falling over his face. He stepped up behind Fitz, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and pressed his hard bulge against Fitz’s ass.
Fitz groaned. He thrust a finger at the main panel. “Get back to your box.”
“I can’t. It hurts.” He took Fitz’s free hand and pulled it behind his back so he could feel how hard Jack was.
“Ooh, you’re playing dirty. Damn it! Jack, we need to finish this.”
“Baby, I can’t. Not with you looking so good, and—”
Fitz marched off, and for a moment, Jack worried he’d annoyed his boyfriend until Fitz closed the door to the room and locked it. When he turned, the heat and desire in his eyes took Jack’s breath away.
“Chair,” Fitz ordered, and Jack’s ass hit the chair so fast he almost toppled over. “Pants.”
Jack quickly unbuckled his belt and raised up to shove his black jeans to his ankles. He watched Fitz grab an old towel from the table, bringing it over to drop on the floor. Fitz got down on his knees.
“I thought you wanted to seemeon my knees,” Jack murmured, sucking in a sharp breath when he reached into Jack’s boxer briefs and pulled out his rock-hard length. “But this good.Sogood.”
“Oh, you on your knees is going to happen,” Fitz promised. “Later, you’re all mine. But first, I need you focused.” He looked up at Jack from behind long lashes and flicked his tongue across the head of Jack’s cock, lapping up the pearl of precome.
“Fuck.” Jack wanted to close his eyes. His whole body thrummed with need, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful man. Fitz’s sweeping bangs fell over one eye, his glossy lips wrapped around Jack. How had he gotten so lucky?
Jack gripped the chair tight as Fitz used his talented mouth to bring him to the edge and push him over until he was screaming Fitz’s name.
Fitz pulled off Jack and kissed him so he could taste himself on Fitz’s tongue, making Jack moan. Then Fitz pulled back with a self-satisfied smile and flipped his hair back.
“What about you?” Jack asked, breathless.
“What do you think the towel was for?” Fitz wiggled his fingers, and Jack groaned. He’d been so mesmerized by Fitz’s beautiful face and his mouth that he hadn’t even noticed Fitz jerking himself off.
Jack stood and pulled his pants and underwear back up. He caught Fitz’s wrist and pulled him close, kissing him sweetly. How could he have been so foolish as to put his job before this man who loved him so completely?
“You’re so amazing,” Jack said, nuzzling the side of Fitz’s temple, inhaling Fitz’s scent. He always smelled so damned good.
“Maybe you just bring out the best in me,” Fitz replied softly.
Jack shook his head. “Nope, you’re just amazing.”
Fitz laughed and pulled away to open the door back up. “We don’t need Ace—”
“Too late,” Ace chirped from the doorway.
Fitz screeched and punched, catching Ace solidly across in face and sending him reeling back.
“Son of a nutcracker!” Ace held his cheek, his eyes huge. “What the hell, Fitz?”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was you!” Fitz smacked Ace on the arm.
“What wasthatfor? You can’t say you didn’t know it was me that time!”
“That was for scaring the crap out of me!”
Ace moved his jaw around. “Damn. When did you learn to punch like that?”
“Jack’s been teaching me self-defense,” Fitz said, returning to the panel he’d been working on.
Jack preened proudly. “He’s a natural.”
“I noticed,” Ace grumbled. “Anyway, before your boyfriend tried to rearrange my face, I came here to let you know that we’re going ice skating tonight after the big Christmas lights unveiling in the town square. I would ask how things are going, but from the noises I heard coming from here, I’m going to say you’re still working on it.”
