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Anxious as we both are and sore as my feet are, Jack doesn't put up too much of a fight when I insist on using the app on my phone to call us a car. I spend the whole ride back to Chelsea with one hand wrapped tight in Jack's and trying not too fidget too much with the other. Butterflies are downright having a dance party in my belly, but it's not the sort of nerves I used to get before games or even the ones I'd get before checking practice.

No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.

Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.

Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.

It's a nice distraction.

"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"

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"Should I not have a plan?" I ask, blinking a few times. But then he's kissing me, and I reach up to cup his cheek and return it. When he pulls back and looks at me so intensely, I make sure to meet his eyes and listen closely, smiling at him. His trust means so much to me, and I'm thankful every day that I've earned it.

"I love you too, Bitty," I reply, kissing him gently and nodding as I drag the blankets down to reveal his lithe, lean body. My smile turns into a bit of a playful smirk as I roll on top of him, bracketing him with my arms. "So, are you saying that my plan needs adjusting?"

With another soft kiss, Jack tugs the sheets back and then sits up. It's hard not to feel a little awkward, but at least Jack's as close to naked as I am and the look he's giving me is nothing short of appreciative.

He moves then, rolling on top of me and I carefully spread my legs and bend my knees so I can cradle him, grinning up at his hovers over me. We're touching from belly to hip and, even as nervous as I am, I can feel myself already getting hard just from having the weight of him on top of me.

"Oh no," I assure him, lifting both hands to card my fingers through his thick hair then brushing my thumbs along the high curve of his brows and down his temple. "I like the sound of this plan a lot. In fact, I think you can get started anytime you'd like," I add with a teasing grin as I lean up enough to press a kiss to his mouth, teeth catching on his bottom lip and tugging lightly.

"Good," I breathe out, moaning softly when he bites down on my lip. I kiss him again and then pull back, sitting up on my knees over him and resting my hands on his chest. "There's, um-- one more thing we should probably talk about before."

After a moment, I lean over and pull open my bedside drawer, taking out the lube and an unopened box of condoms and setting them on the bed. My cheeks feel hot and I reach up to rub at the back of my neck. "I bought these because I wanted to be prepared. Um, do you want to use them? I haven't been with anyone since my last few physicals, so-- it's up to you."

Tipping my head back, I watch as Jack pulls out the familiar bottle of lube and an unopened box of condoms. Even knowing just exactly what we're about to do, my cheeks still go warm with how real this all is. Jack seems nervous again, rubbing at the back of his neck as I consider what he's saying. What he's asking.

I know for a fact Jack hasn't been with anyone since he got to Darrow. As much time as we spend in each other's pockets, even lately, he wouldn't have the time. And Jack's just not the type for cheating, or even casual sex all that much.

"Is it... It would feel different, wouldn't it?" I ask, reaching out again to take one of Jack's hands in my own, just for the connection. "Have you ever done it without?"

"Never, no," I say easily. Safe sex was always something that was drilled into my head, and I used them with Kent. I knew about Kent's reputation, and I wasn't taking any chances. "I know it's supposed to feel better without them, but there's never been anyone I trusted that much before."

I smile at him, squeezing his hand and leaning down for a soft kiss. "Until now. But it's a hundred percent your call, Bits."

There's no secret that I haven't been with anyone at all before Jack. Though I suppose what he means by trusting me is knowing I won't be with anyone but him unless... unless something really bad happens. Even if that something bad is nothing either of us has any control over.

And I trust him, too. I trust that he wants this as badly as I do, that he wants me and only me.

"Okay," I breathe after a few moments, leaning up just a little for another kiss before I nod against him, nerves winding tight again. "Let's, uhm... let's go without. If you're okay with that."

"Okay." My own belly tightens with nerves and I toss the condoms aside before kissing him again, pressing our foreheads together for a moment before I pull away. "Roll over for me?"

I move out of the way to give him room, and pull the covers down before I wriggle out of my own underwear and toss them aside. Sitting back on my haunches at the end of the bed, I let my gaze sweep over Bittle's body. The golden tan that he got over the summer is fading back into a milky pale, and I still can't believe that I can just reach out and put my hands on him.

The kiss is calming, but I can't hide the nervous little gasp I let out when he asks me to roll over.

It's still the right kind of nervous though and I carefully turn onto my belly as Jack peels the covers back a little further. Even with my boxer-briefs on, I still feel more than a little vulnerable like this. Exposed.

When I look back over my shoulder, I notice Jack's gotten rid of his underpants, that he's kneeling behind me again in nothing but his birthday suit. "Oh-- Should I...?" I ask, reaching one hand down to hook a thumb in the waistband of my underwear. I'm not really nervous about being naked in front of him anymore, not after all this time. Not even knowing what's about to happen.

"Let me do it. Lift up for me," I say gently, leaning over to curl my fingers in the waistband of his underwear. I pull them down his hips and off of his legs, tossing them aside before leaning down to press a kiss to the soft bend at the inside of his knee. And then I keep kissing, letting my lips skim across the soft golden hairs dusting his thighs. I kiss the crease where his leg meets his ass, and then one cheek and then the other before letting my mouth linger at the base of his spine.

"You're gorgeous," I murmur, sliding my hands up over his ass. I keep my voice low and gentle, wanting him to relax. "Want to spread your legs a bit? I-- I want to use my mouth."

There's always something a little more intimate about him undressing me so I drop my hand back to the mattress and lift up my hips just as he asks, letting out breath as he peels them off me. He presses a kiss to the back of my knee and then another one a little higher up my thigh. He keeps going even higher after tha, his hands smoothing up too and heat rushes across my cheeks.

"Oh my goodness," I breathe, only it comes out as nearly a squeak as I turn my face into the pillows.

It's not something I've never heard of before, of course. It's not even like I haven't thought of doing it before, but it's suddenly so much.

But I still trust Jack over everything else, and I trust that he really wants to do this, all of it. Every bit. Swallowing tightly, I finally manage a nod and, again, do as he asks, carefully spreading my legs just a little and lifting my hips. "If it's, uhm... if it's weird, you don't have to."

"I've never done this before, but I-- I want to try," I tell him, spreading his legs a little wider and settling between them. I do my best not to let my fingers tremble as I palm his ass and slowly, so slowly spread his cheeks apart. "If you don't like it, or I don't like it, we'll stop, okay?"

But when I look down to see that tiny pink curl of muscle, I get the feeling that my liking it won't be a problem. My thumb brushes curiously over his hole, and I let out a sharp breath when it tightens. I keep rubbing those gentle little circles as I lean down to press soft, open-mouthed kisses across his cheeks and then slowly down between, sliding my thumb away so I can lay a gentle kiss to his hole.

It's so, so intimate and part of me feels like I shouldn't like it, but I do. It's the most private part of him and he's giving me unfettered access, and that knowledge makes me tremble in pleasure.

When he doesn't react negatively, I hold him open and drag my tongue over his hole, circling it with my tongue and waiting to see how he'll react.

Again, I know he means it sincerely, so I manage a nod as well as a shaky exhale, the sound melting into a stifled sort of whimper when I feel his hands spreading my cheeks wide. It's hard not to tense at first, not to clench and try to pull away. No one's ever seen me like this before, no one's seen exactly what he's seeing right now and what if it's awful or gross or a huge turn-off?

But Jack doesn't say a word and, slowly, I manage to make my muscles relax. My breath catches when I feel the brush of what I think is his thumb right against my hole, but he doesn't push in, just massaging gently around it as he presses his lips to the globes of my ass.

"God," I whimper after a moment because, weird as it is, it definitely feels good. Everything goes tense again when it's his lips instead of his thumb that I feel and I grab at the sheets beneath me, holding on tight as I hide my face again. It's shocking how good it feels and I have to bite back a whimper, already about to shake out of my skin.

And then Jack licks me.

"Oh my-- Oh my God," I whine, my cock twitching against my belly as I force my hips to stay just as they are. "Jack. It's-- If. Please, if... Can you do that again?"

My breath stays caught in my throat until he reacts, and then he does and it's so beautiful. I grin against his ass and then nod, nipping softly at the curve of his ass. Even if I didn't enjoy it as much as I did, it would be worth it just to make Bits act like this.

"Gladly," I breathe out, because I want him to know that I'm enjoying it too. I spread him wider with my thumbs and this time I press my tongue a little harder against his hole, lapping at it a few times before making my tongue a stiff point and pressing in, just barely, before I go back to licking at him.

My own cock is practically dripping against the sheets and I mindlessly rut against the bed as I rim him, settling in to a rhythm and wrapping my arms around his thighs to spread him even wider.

Jack's voice is low and downright hungry when he responds, the sound of it rocking right up my spine before he's pressing back in, his tongue slick right against me. It should be gross, I think. I should be so, so embarrassed. But the truth is, it just feels so darn good that I can't really think about that much at all.

Gasping, I shift a little to grab the pillow, pulling it under my chest and clinging tight as Jack licks and sucks and groans against me. He actually gets his tongue up inside and all I can do is shake with how good it is as I try to spread my legs wider, greedy already for so much more.

"Jack," I whimper, one arm still curled around the pillow as I blindly reach back with the other, fingertips grazing his hair. "Oh my God, Jack. Please, I'm... my goodness, that feels amazing, you feel... oh my God."

Bits can't even seem to form full sentences and that makes me so proud, not unlike scoring a goal on the ice. There's that familiar swoop of sensation and adrenaline and I grin against Bits' ass in my own personal celly.

"Mm, you taste good," I murmur, licking at his hole again before reaching out to grab the lube. "I'm gonna use my fingers now, okay?"

We've done this part before but I'm still a little nervous as I warm the lube on my fingers. I watch him as I reach out to press a slick fingertip to his hole, rubbing at it before slowly sinking my middle finger into him, watching with dark eyes as his body stretches around my finger, pulling me inside of him.

I can actually feel the vibration of Jack's low voice against me when he speaks and it's impossible not to groan again, shuddering as he pulls away. Cool air replaces Jack's mouth and I shiver for a second, realizing just how I must look right now with my legs spread and butt in the air.

"O-okay," I reply, trying to remember how to breathe before I feel the familiar, slick slide of his finger where his mouth just was. Sometimes when we do this there's a little bit of a burn, sometimes I really like that burn, but this time he just slips right in, easy as anything. I can feel my back bow as I let out another moan and it takes everything in me not to start grinding against the mattress.

"Yeah," I groan when he starts to move it inside me. Slowly, I arch my hips back to take more, trying to meet every slow slide. "God, Jack, yes. That feels so, so good."

My finger slides in so easily, like it never really has before, and I know that using my mouth was a good idea. I lean in to lick around my finger and even though the plastic chemical taste of the lube on my tongue is pretty terrible, it's worth it to continue. I can feel him clench around my finger, muscle fluttering against my tongue, and I pull back to lay kisses along the round curve of his ass.

"You're doing so good, Bits," I murmur, lavishing him with praise. "I'm gonna add another finger, oui? Relax for me."

I breathe hotly against the small of his back and withdraw my finger before slowly pressing in two, twisting them slightly as I let them sink in. "Mm, that's perfect. Still feel good?"

It's all I can do to nod again as I hug my arms tight around the pillow and arch my hips back. I can feel the flick of Jack's tongue here and there as he keeps sliding his finger in, only pausing to speak again before slipping in another finger alongside the first.

"Ohhh," I breathe because this time there is a burn. It's not too much though and Jack stops about half way as I try to catch my breath, then keeps going. "Still-- yes. Yes, still good."

Not for the first time, I find myself wondering how Jack will ever fit. We've done two fingers before, and as good as it feels every single time, it's so hard to imagine fitting more inside me. I know it's possible, of course. I've watched my fair share of illicit videos on the internet, but I've spent a lot of time staring at, touching, and tasting Jack's dick and I know just how big it is.

Bitty takes a deep breath and I can feel his lungs expanding under my hand as my fingers sink in to the knuckle. He's so, so tight around them that for a moment I'm not even sure how it'll work, but I know that I just have to be patient. I can do that-- be patient. I'll do whatever it takes to make this good.

The lube is rolling around the bed as we move and I let go to Bits to grab it, sliding my fingers out nearly all the way and squirting some more slick onto them before sliding them in again. It's getting messy, but the push is easier this time. My fingers sink in with one smooth thrust and I move them in and out slowly as I roll back onto my haunches to watch. Swallowing hard, I push my fingers in deeply and crook them upwards, curling them a bit to try and search out the place inside him that might make him shake. I've only done this a few times, and I focus on only the knowledge I took from it and not the person that I was doing it with.

Right now, no one else on the planet even exists other than me and Bitty. There's just us, and only this. My entire focus has narrowed to him and the soft, pliant little sounds that he's making. I breathe out, and when my fingers skim over just the spot I'm looking for, I smile and press gently against it.

Every other time we've done this, it's not been with any sort of goal in mind. At least not beyond what we were already doing at the time. Jack would just sneak his hand under my shorts and nudge at my hole, then ask if it was okay. Every time. Even after he'd added some lube, our positions were always different from this one, usually with me straddling Jack's lap or lying on top of him.

Never like this. And never in preparation for something more.

And it's not like I don't know anything about anal sex. I'm a gay man with an internet connection; I knew all sorts of things long before I probably should have. So I know just exactly what he's hit when his finger crooks inside me and a white-hot shot of pleasure rockets up my spine.

That doesn't means I'm not surprised.

"Oh--! Jack." It leaves me shaking for a moment, unable to do anything at all and then I roll my hips back, stupidly eager for more as I grip the sheets. "Please-- God, please. Please do that again."

The reaction is exactly the one that I was hoping for and I let out a ragged breath, watching as he moves back desperately against my hand. It's unbelievably hot and I press my fingers in again, applying unrelenting pressure to the spot. I'm in awe, honestly.

"I wonder if I could make you come just like this," I murmur, twisting my fingers in and out slowly and making sure to hit just the right spot every time they sink in. "Maybe I should make you come. It might make you relax. I want to put my cock inside you so bad, Bitty."

"Oh, my goodness," I breathe, shaking just at what he's saying. I have no idea if he could, but I think I definitely want to find out. Not right now, but maybe soon. Good Lord, we'll get to do this again, I realize. As many times as we want.

I just hope it's good for him.

He's still moving his fingers, still pressing against that spot over and over again and I have to reach down between my legs to grab myself, needing the friction too much, but not wanting to come yet at the same time. "Jack." My voice sounds so small, so weak, but it's about all I can manage right now. "God, Jack, please. It's so... it's so, so good, oh my God."

"Here, babe. Turn over for me," I tell him, withdrawing my fingers long enough to roll him over onto his back. When my fingers sink in again, there's hardly any resistance at all. His body draws them in eagerly, and I tug his hand away from his cock so I can grab it myself. I stroke him in time with the thrusts of my fingers, watching his face as it contorts with pleasure.

My cock is still completely untouched but it's stiff and leaking just from the sight of him, from knowing that I'm giving him so much pleasure.

"Come for me, Bits," I breathe out raggedly. "Come on, I want to see."

It's funny how empty I feel when he slides his fingers free and I don't even bother muffling the whimper of disappointment that pushes past my lip either. Jack's moving me a moment later though, easing me onto my back and I barely even have my legs spread before he's sinking those fingers right on inside me again.

The angle's harder to reach this way, but I push my feet into the bed for leverage, arching up against him and gasping roughly when he wraps his hand around my cock.

"Oh my God, Jack. But I want--" It's all I can do to keep my eyes open then and I finally give in, tossing my head back as I rock up into his hand and down onto his fingers. He knows just exactly what he's doing, exactly where to touch, and in moments I'm too close to stop anything at all, every muscle in my body winding tight. "I want-- oh God. Oh fu-- Jack."

My orgasm hits like a freight train, body bending as I come over Jack's fist and all over my belly, my legs shaking and everything so so tight.

After taking up photography, I started noticing the beauty in small moments that I would have otherwise ignored. I learned to appreciate sunsets, or the small ripples in a pond. There's beauty in everything but there is nothing more beautiful than what I'm looking at now. I wish I had my camera so that I could capture this moment forever. Bits rocks up as his mouth falls open, brow furrowed in pleasure, and the shout that he lets out as he comes rings in my ears.

My fingers move through it, slowing slightly as he comes to rest against the bed. I let go of his cock, dragging my thumb gently down the shaft just to see it twitch. I don't think my own cock has ever been this hard. I've never wanted anything not related to hockey so badly before. My body has never reacted like this to another person, and I wonder if I'll ever get used to it.

"There, isn't that better, mon chou?" I say raggedly, still moving my fingers in and out. I spread them apart a bit, just to see how open he is, and the sight is so filthy that I nearly choke on my own breath. "I think I could fit a third now."

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