Beckett grinned.
Jack didn’t like it.
“All right,” Beckett said. “Enough o’ that. Bet you’ll let Arden do it, though.”
“I wouldn’t allow him anything I wouldn’t allow you,” Jack said, sounding appalled.
“We’ll see,” Beckett said comfortably. He slapped Jack’s hands out of the way and, since he wasn’t going to be allowed to do it all tender-like, yanked his breeches down quickly enough to make Jack suck in a sharp breath. “You wait. He’ll get you stretched out in the sun on the grass, or on a bed or a sofa, and he’ll say,Oh, I just want to draw you, may I do that, is that all right?”
Beckett crouched down and smacked the outside of Jack’s thigh, telling him without words to lift his leg. Jack caught his balance with a hand on Beckett’s shoulder as Beckett wrangled his boot off.
“He’ll have you on your belly before you know it,” Beckett continued, “and then he’ll be all heavy breathing behind you, scritching away in his little sketchbook.Oh, may I, do you mind, can I adjust you here?he’ll be saying.For the light, you know.Next thing, he’s got his little hands all over you and you’re purring for it like the kitchen cat.” He took Jack’s other boot off and stood. “You wait,” he said darkly.
Jack looked thoughtful behind the obvious amusement. He tilted his head and kissed Beckett without touching him anywhere else. “You may have of me whatever you will, my love.”
“Even if it makes you grit your teeth and want to shake me off because you don’t like an alpha behind you, touching you like that?”
“Yes.” It was fierce, instantaneous, and genuine. “If you want it.”
Beckett ran a hand down the long, lean front of him, and tweaked his hard cock. “I can be so tender and gentle you’d be writhing for me. Ask Arden.”
Jack stared at him, unblinking.
“Won’t though,” Beckett leaned in and said in his ear. “That’s not us. Think you’ll enjoy gettin’ it from him. I did. He likes to pet a man. And if you don’t like it even from him, I’m more’n happy to shoulder that for you.”
“I’m proud of you,” Jack said suddenly.
Beckett blinked.
“You are an extraordinary man, Beckett. I am honoured you chose me. I am honoured you will stay with me. You honour me.”
Beckettblushedat that. “Go on with you,” he said gruffly, and dropped a washcloth in the basin, pouring out some clean water.
Jack wrapped an arm around his waist from behind. “I love you,” Jack said, and bit him. Hard.
And Beckett…well, he was in an odd mood tonight, right? So he let that secret part of him override his usual instincts. Instead of doing what Jack expected him and probably wanted him to do, which was have a tussle and bite back, he tilted his neck into it, sliding a hand up and behind him to tangle gently into Jack’s thick hair and hold him there.
“Beck,” Jack murmured, sounding broken. He licked at the stinging bite mark, suckled at it.
Beckett let him.
Jack growled softly against his skin, the rumble of it buzzing in Beckett’s bones.
Beckett’s fingers in his hair tightened and he gave a questioning tug. Jack scraped his teeth over the bite one more time before sighing and releasing him.
Beckett kept facing forward. He cleared his throat and set to lathering up the soap.
“Bathing me as well as undressing me?” Jack said.
“Don’t get used to it. You’re spoiled enough as it is. This is me being helpful, what with you being all nervous about losing your virginity an’ all.” He gasped out a laugh when Jack grabbed his arse for that.
“I’m not nervous. Neither am I losing my virginity. That is long gone.”
“Eh.” Beckett turned to slap a sudsy cloth on Jack’s chest and drag it briskly about, going all over then under his arms before rinsing and going back for a second pass. “You’re losing your omega virginity to Arden. Don’t fret. He’ll be gentle.”
Beckett soaped up the cloth again and attended to Jack’s fun bits. He was brisk enough about it that Jack hissed and gave him a warning look. Let him do it, though, handle his nuts like that, shove the cloth right between his cheeks like that.
“You know that I’m more worried about me being gentle with him,” Jack said.
