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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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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."