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We're not even close to the last people to leave. Not even from the group I invited. It's still late though, well past 1:00 in the morning and my muscles are absolutely singing with the adrenaline of a good workout, the likes of which I only ever get from dancing. My blood is thrumming and it's only partially from the exercise; most of it, I know, is from the fact that I'm going home with a boy.

I'm going home with Jack Zimmermann.

Even now I can remember the warmth of him pressed against me on the dance floor, the brush of his breath against my ear when he'd whispered the promise of later.

It's officially later by a few hours now and even if I know I shouldn't be expecting the offer to still stand, I can't help hoping. Even if I can't even begin to imagine what sort of things Jack's had in mind. If anything at all.

"Did you have a good time?" I ask him as we head back to the apartment, hand in hand. The air is cold against my sweaty skin and I try to supress a shiver, just holding Jack's hand a little tighter instead. "I'm so, so glad you decided to come. I'm sorry if it was kind of a lot. My next birthday will be more subdued, I promise."

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"You hated me when you first met me," I point out with a smile, our noses still only centimeters apart as I graze my fingers along his high cheekbones. It's funny now, how that all went down. And, honestly, I don't think Jack ever really hated me. I was just the weakest member of the team; I was holding him back from everything he wanted to achieve and he only wanted to help me, to help the whole team get better.

I give him another kiss then, a light press of my lips against his before pulling back. "But maybe you're right. "I was still in middle school when you were goin' through all that," I tell him, my grin widening a little then. "My, you are robbin' the cradle a bit, aren't you, Mr. Zimmermann?"

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"I never hated you. I thought you were wasting your potential," I tell him, gaze cutting to the side as I continue to mumble. "And I thought you were... attractive. And it annoyed me."

I laugh and reach up to brush his hair back away from his face. "Obviously I got over that. The being annoyed part."

He kisses me, and I close my eyes to take it all in. What he says makes me groan and I twist to bury my face into the pillow. "Oh god, mon chou."

That's not something I'm expecting at all and, for a moment, the idea seems so ridiculous I almost laugh. Jack found me attractive? Back then? It's still surprising even now, though I know there's no mistaking the way he's kissed me and touched, the hard press of proof against me out on the dance floor earlier tonight, not to mention just a few minutes ago. I know Jack most find something appealing now.

It's hard to imagine he's ever wanted me as badly as I do him, though.

He's groaning and burying his face in the pillow before I can remark on it, though, and I relax a little into a laugh, lifting my hand to comb my fingers through his hair instead. "It's kind of hot, honestly," I tell him, staring at the line of his eyebrow, memorizing the exact curve of it now that I can. "Just never guessed the experienced, sexy, older man could ever want me back."

I can't help but to quirk an eyebrow at that. It's still hard to think that anything I do could be considered hot. Sure, I have a good body but I carry it so awkwardly off the ice, like I don't know how to use it.

"Sorry I can't be your sugar daddy in this world, Bits," I tease, rolling over onto my back and reaching out for him. "You'll just have to settle for the penniless former hockey player."

Jack rolls onto his back then, arm outstretched all invitingly, lips quirked in that adorable grin of his. It's no work at all to crawl right on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips and my hands spread out over his chest.

"Yes, it's definitely your money and fame that drew me to you," I tell him, my voice all tease as I lean down so my nose is just barely brushing his. "I absolutely haven't been pining after you for months now that you're here and as poor and unknown as I am."

"Mm," I breathe out, watching through hooded eyes as Bits climbs on top of me. He's a comfortable weight across my lap and I arch into his hands on my chest like a purring cat. My hands go to his narrow hips and I'm distracted for a moment, but his words bring me back. They send a whole different kind of warmth through me and I smile up at him.

"You've always just seen the real me," I say quietly, sliding my hand up and down his side. "I like that."

I chuckle a little and rest my fingertips against his chest, dragging them slowly down his stomach. "It's funny-- back when I had money, I never really thought about it much. And now that I don't, I can think of so many things I want to get you. I want to spoil you, but I can't."

A small sigh escapes me and I smile crookedly up at him. "I know you don't care about things like that. I just wish I could."

Jack's hands smooth over my skin, first on my hips and then on my chest and down my stomach. It's a slow touch, probably thoughtless on his end, but I swear his fingers leave little heat trails all over my skin. Biting my lip for a second, I fight the impulse to scoot back just a little to feel him against me.

"Jack, you've already spoiled me," I point out, smoothing my hands a little lower, on thumb brushing over the tiny peak of his nipple. "That birthday picnic was the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me, for one. And now I get to kiss you almost anytime I want to. I honestly can't think of anything better. Though," I add, feeling something like courage spark in my gut as I slip my hips back just a little, "I can't say I'm not curious about what you'd want to buy me if you had the chance. Maybe a new kitchen?"

I'm teasing, of course, and I can only hope he knows that as I bend forward again, near enough to just whisper a kiss against his lips.

Bits always has a way of making me see things in a different light. I never really thought of those things as spoiling him, but I suppose they were. That train of thought completely derails as he slides back so that my dick is pressed snugly against his ass, and my lips part as he leans in.

"Definitely a new kitchen," I whisper against his mouth, sliding my hands down into his underwear to grab his ass. "The best oven that money can by. Stainless steel," I groan out, tongue brushing his lower lip. "Dual temperature. Self-cleaning."

Jack's mouth falls open in a way that's immediately satisfying and I grin a little as he breathes against me, though my own breath catches when his hands slide beneath the waistband of my boxer-briefs. The way my hips rock down then is pure instinct and he's not quite as hard as earlier, but it's still something.

He's still talking and I can't help but laugh, though it comes out almost a strangled groan as I move against him. "Oh. Goodness." I shudder a little, my hands still wandering down his chest, feeling every ripple and bulge of muscle, as his tongue brushes my bottom lip. "With-- with a gas range?"

"Of course," I gasp out, using my grip on Bittle's ass to drag him closer. I lift my head to press a kiss to his chest, tongue sweeping over a nipple. "And a fully stocked pantry."

I barely realize that he's pulling Bits closer and closer until I blink and his crotch is right in front of me. The shiny pink head of his cock is pressing against the band of his underwear, just barely peeking out, and I swear my whole mouth fills with saliva. I hook my arm around his thigh and slide my thumb along the length of it through his underwear, dragging them down just a little. "God, Bits. I want-- I want to taste you so bad. Je te veux dans ma bouche."

As nice as it would be to have an oven exactly like the one Jack's describing, that's definitely not what's getting me so worked up. I've always known that Jack is strong, of course, but the way he manhandles me, pushing me up higher as he slides lower, is making it difficult for me to even remember how to breathe.

I'm half curled over him, my hand against the headboard and head ducked to watch as stares at... oh goodness, he's looking at my dick, right at where I'm so hard I'm actually pushing out of my briefs a little. It should be embarrassing, I think, and it is in some respects, but the way Jack so gently pulls at the waistband, the absolute wreck of his voice when he speaks again, when he murmurs something in French just has me shaking and biting back a whimper.

"I..." I start, legs trembling as I manage a nod. "God, if you-- If you really want to. Please. Please, Jack."

"Yeah. God, yeah. Here, get up on your knees for me," I say, urging him up onto his knees over me so I can get his underwear off of him, tossing them aside before pulling him back down. I want him like this, sitting on my chest. I want to be surrounded by him.

His cock is right in front of my face and I lick my lips, eyes dark as I look up at his face. My fingers go around his dick, squeezing gently as I lift my head to press a soft kiss to the head of his cock. The taste of it overwhelms me, and I let out a groan as I take him deeper, letting him slide across my tongue.

It feels so good, and as I watch Bits' face it gets even better. I start bobbing up and down, keeping my eyes open so I can watch his expression.

It's hardly the smoothest move and I'm definitely grateful that picking up figure skating again has helped with my flexibility as I push up onto my hands and feet to kick my underwear off. Afterward, I carefully settle again, straddling Jack's chest, my face absolutely on fire when I stare at how close my dick is to his mouth like this, how much he wants it there.

His eyes are so, so dark when he looks up at me and I swear my whole body jolts when he wraps his hand around me, lips pursed to press a soft kiss just to the tip.

"Oh-- Oh, Good Holy Mother of God," I breathe when his lips part and he starts sucking me in, just a little at a time. I'm glad we're as close to the headboard as we are so I can brace myself against it, the muscles in my thighs already shaking as Jack starts to bob his head, his low groan sending a gentle vibration all the way up my spine. It's nothing like anything I've ever felt before, all tight, wet heat, so much better than my hand has ever been.

It's absolutely obscene to watch, Jack's lips stretched wide around me and I reach down with one trembling hand to comb my fingers through his hair. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to roll my hips forward and I know there's no way I'm gonna be able to last long like this.

It's better than I even imagined.

My senses are completely flooded by him. His weight is on top of me, ass and thighs pressing me down, and all I can do is stare up at him and suck his cock. I'm helpless, and I kind of like that.

His fingers go into my hair and I hum, eyes slipping shut as I pull back enough to press my tongue up under the head of his cock, tracing the flare of it before taking him back into my mouth again. He makes a noise that has my eyes popping open again, and I let out another whimper at the look on his face.

I'm sure that I'm all eagerness and no finesse, but he seems to be enjoying it. I wrap my arms around his thighs, hands splayed against the pale, soft insides of them so I can pull him open wider, get him closer. His cock nudges against the back of my throat and I let out a soft little choking sound, eyes watering as I hold him in place and keep bobbing my head as best I can.

Jack's arms wind around my legs, his hands on the insides of my thighs as he spreads me wider. I've never been more thankful for all those stretching exercises as I am right now, my eyes falling wide as he just pulls me closer, as I watch my dick slide deeper into his mouth, as I feel it, oh my god.

"Jack," I whimper, already so close to being completely undone.

He makes a sound, a quiet sort of gagging and I notice his eyes water, panic slicing through me for a second before I try to draw my hips back. His arms tighten though, keeping me in place as he sinks down once more. I don't even fight the impulse to cry out, just struggling now to remember how to breathe as I cling to the headboard with one hand, my other hand lost in his hair.

"Oh, Jack, I'm-- Honey, please tell me I'm not... I'm not hurting you. Please. Please, God, that feels so, so good."

I shake my head as best I can with a mouthful of cock, unwilling to pull away even long enough to answer his question verbally. He's not hurting me, not at all, and I let out a long moan just to help convey my point.

Bits' thighs are trembling under my hands and I know he's close. I want to see him fall apart, to know that I'm the one who made him feel so good. I pull back enough to mouth at the head of his cock, fingers wrapping around the slick shaft and stroking.

"You can come," I murmur, words ghosting across his cock before I drag my tongue across it. "I want you to, Bits."

He groans softly and I can feel it go all the way through me, my breath catching and hips jerking before he slides back. Blinking down at him, I can see the shine of spit around my cock, his lips glistening as he mouths around the head. I suck in a breath and my stomach clenches, another bead of pre-come leaking from the tip before Jack licks it away with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh, sweet Mary," I breathe when he whispers against me, his hands still spread wide across my thighs.

Biting my lip, I nod and roll my hips forward, whining when I sink into the heat of his mouth all over again. I have no idea how this rates on the scale of blowjobs past, present, and future, but I honestly can't imagine one ever feeling any better than this. It's all I can do to keep myself upright, my legs and arms both shaking as I cling to the headboard and fall into the rhythm Jack's setting with his mouth.

My eyes snap open seconds later and I try to pull back a little, gasping. "Jack-- Jack, I'm-- Oh God." It hits like a freight train, my dick pulsing and entire body shaking as I spill onto Jack's tongue, oh God, in his mouth. "I'm coming, I'm sorry, I can't-- Oh my God."

Jesus, nothing has ever looked so good.

I can tell when he's close and I just hold onto him, opening my mouth wider. The first burst of come hits my tongue, hot and bitter, and I let out a groan as the next one hits my lips. I lick the head of his cock as he comes and make a bit of a mess of myself, but I don't care. I keep mouthing at him until his orgasm is over, and then I blink up at him with a lazy smile.

"That was amazing," I breathe out, licking my swollen lips. I rock him backwards a little and try to sit up and get my arms around him. "Bits, you're shaking. Come here."

I'm still panting as I move us until we're laying side by side on the bed, and I can reach up to push his sweaty hair back away from his forehead. "I did a good job then, eh?"

I feel like nothing more than a wet noodle once the wave has passed, a wet shaky noodle as I cling to the headboard and struggle to get my breath back. Jack's hands smooth up over my legs and it's nothing at all to let him move me. It's embarrassing, but I swear I'm still trembling all over by the time we're both on our sides, face to face.

Jack's lips are swollen and shiny and, for a second, all I can do is stare. He looks like that because of me, because he just had his mouth on my dick, because he...

Carefully, I reach forward, lightly touching his bottom lip with a fingertip as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. "That was incredible," I tell him, wholly honest. I laugh then, surprised and embarassed and so, so warm. "I'm-- Goodness, I can't stop shaking. Was it... I mean, was that okay for you? I didn't hurt you?"

"Not at all, Bits. I loved it," I breathe out, utterly enchanted by the look on his face. He's trembling all over and I wrap him up in my arms, my own erection easily ignored for now as I lavish him with attention.

I lean in to kiss him but stop, looking a little unsure. Kissing after oral wasn't something I was ever really allowed before. "Is it, uh-- can I kiss you? Is that okay?"

Close as we are, I can feel his erection pressed against my thigh and it's-- goodness, it's almost better than what he's just done, just the idea that doing that's turned him on so much. He's leaning forward, his eyes still so so dark, and I frown when he stops only centimeters away. It takes me a minute to get why he feels he needs to ask and then I glance down at his mouth, lips swollen and shiny and--

I just go for it. I don't feel so nervous this time even if the kiss itself is tentative. I'm not sure what to expect, but the taste is familiar and it hits me that this is really happening, that I'm tasting myself there because he just sucked me off. With a soft groan, I lick at the seam of his lips, my hand smoothing down his side to press in closer, tasting deeper, tasting more.

The kiss surprises me at first, but I quickly find that I like it. We're sharing the taste of him between our mouths, and there's something incredibly intimate about that. I reach up to touch his face, moaning as he licks at my lips. I open my mouth to let his tongue inside, fingers sliding up into his hair as my hips jerk slightly.

This feels better than anything else in the same vein that I've experienced. Between this and everything else-- there's just no comparison at all.

"Bits," I whisper, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth and licking away the sting.

It's impossible not to shiver when he says my name like that and I don't even fight it, sighing softly as his tongue swipes along my bottom lip.

Carefully, hesitantly, I slide my hand down the line of his hip, following the groove of muscle between hip and thigh, only inches away from where I want to touch him most right now. "Can I?" I ask, nudging a little to kiss at the curve of his jaw, the faint stubble there tickling my lips. "Please, Jack. Can I touch you?"

"Yeah, Bits. You can, please," I murmur, tipping my head back for his kisses and bending my knee to draw it upwards and spread my thighs. Just the touch of Bittle's fingers on my thigh has me panting, and I let out a broken moan as I wrap my fingers around his hip and hang on.

I can feel his muscles shift beneath my fingertips as he moves, his legs spreading invitingly and I have to fight a groan of my own even before I look down, before I see what he looks like all hard for him.

His dick is... honestly, as often as I've seen it soft in the locker room and as often as I've felt it more recently in our heated make-outs, I never quite imagined it looking so big. The tip is almost purple and it's all curved upward toward his belly, shiny at the tip.

"Goodness, Jack," I breathe, still shaking as I finally wrap my hand around him. It's absolutely nothing like touching myself, nothing like my own skin that I've had memorized for years. I swear I can barely get my fingers all the way around him and I have to suck in a breath as I feel all the way down to the root of him and then back up, tightening my grip a little up near the tip. "I've, uh. Can you tell me how you like it? I've never done this before."