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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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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."

When it comes down it, I'm still a guy and I can't help a small swell of pride at the way Bittle looks at my dick. He seems to like what he sees, and I let out a shaky breath as he wraps his hand so reverently around the shaft. "God, Bits."

I watch his hand for a moment and then I have to look back up at his face, eyes dark as I watch him. "Just like that, Bits. I-- I like it slow at first, and then-- yeah, god. Twist at the top a little."

For a moment, I'm not sure what to do with my hand, but then I rest it on Bittle's arm and I can feel the muscles shift as he strokes me. Another soft whimper escapes me and I lean in to kiss him, barely doing more than pant against his mouth.

"Okay," I breath with a quiet nod, glancing down between us again as I try to make sure my rhythm stays slow and that I twist up at the head again on every upstroke. Jack's hand settles on my forearm, a warm contact as he leans up, his lips parted right against mine.

It feels strangely intimate, this near kiss, almost more intimate than having my hand wrapped around his dick and I slide my tongue along his bottom lip before sucking on it gently, every quiet sound he makes sending warmth all down my spine. I swear I can feel him pulse in my grip and my own breath catches as I twist my hand upward again and brush my thumb over the head. He's leaking just a little and I spread the slick just a bit, my heart hammering as I let out another breath. "God, I want-- I wanna see you come, Jack. Wanna feel it."

It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this that it's a little overwhelming in and of itself, but add on the fact that this isn't just anyone, that this is Bits, and I feel a little like I'm coming apart at the seams.

He's there to swallow every desperate noise that I make, and his voice-- god, his voice, crashes over me like a wave. My toes curl as I squeeze his arm, and I find that I can't hold back anymore. It's too quick but I feel like this entire night has been leading up to this, and I let out a loan moan as my orgasm takes over. My come rolls down Bittle's knuckles and I can only look at it for a second before I'm trembling all over and burying my face into his neck. "Bits."

I'm not expecting it to happen so quickly, my breath catching in surprise when I feel Jack throb beneath my palm again, watch as his head drops back and his mouth falls open in a long, low moan.

"Oh my God," I breathe, stunned as I feel him come over my hand, warm and thick. It makes touch him even easier, all slick now as I stroke down to the base and back up again, squeezing a little tighter in the hopes of drawing it out a little, to make him feel even half as good as he'd made me feel.

Seconds later and he's trembling a bit, probably oversensitive now, and I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from around him. My hand is a mess and I'm scared to rest it on the sheets or wipe it on him so I just hold it kind of awkwardly as I rest over him, feeling the warm gusts of his breath against my neck. "That was incredible," I whisper, trembling a little myself. As much as I've thought about it, I'd never guessed it could feel quite like this -- like I've really accomplished something amazing. I made Jack come. "You... you're incredible."

"It's usually not that fast," I find myself saying, and then I laugh breathlessly at the ridiculous comment. "I guess that's just what you do to me, mon chou."

I wrap my arm around his waist, pulling his arm down in the process so that his sticky hand rests against my hip. I feel so wrung out, oversensitive, and happy. After a long moment of reveling in it and doing my best to catch my breath, I pull back to smile slyly at him. "Looks like your birthday had a happy ending, eh?"

Jack guides my hand to his hip and I let him, relishing that cut of muscle as I grip him gently. We're all sweaty now and he's still trying to catch his breath and I feel... almost smug.

I never thought doing something like this could make me feel so powerful.

We're quiet for a few moments and when Jack speaks again, I nearly sputter on a laugh. "That was awful," I tell him, but I can't stop smiling, not even a little bit. Leaning up a little, I press a kiss to his lips, still tasting just a hint of myself there as I whisper against him. "But yes. The happiest, even. Thank you, Jack."

The joke was meant to be terrible, and I grin when it has the desired effect of making him laugh. He kisses me and I lift my hand to rest it against his cheek, thumbing at the bone as I kiss him back. I feel so content, like I could just lay here forever.

"Of course, Bits," I whisper back, sliding my fingers up into his soft hair. "I'm glad that I could be here."

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