Marianne would have his head on a fucking spike if she knew what he was up to right now. He didn’t have any plans to tell her, not even for his own petty sense of smugness, knowing that he had one-up on her right now. His little sister had always hated that her best friend had a crush on Jude, but she must have privately been satisfied that nothing would ever come of it on account of her brother being straight. It was laughable to think that she had no idea Jude had found this clever little loophole.
Above him, Olly was panting, little turned-on cries spilling from his lips and Jude wanted more. He was causing that.
As much as he knew what people thought of him - all the bad things, as well as the good - Jude knew he was skilled at his job. He saved people, took care of them, brought them back to life and gave them what they needed to feel better. Yes, some might have called him a hero! Modestly, he would just shrug and wave them off while privately agreeing.
Right now, Olly was desperate and pent-up and he needed a release. Perhaps Jude had been a little teasing at first, but the other man was firm and erect under his hand, and it wouldn’t do to leave his friend high and dry like this. Jude had a duty of care, just like at work. He would make sure he saw this through until the end, and he was sure the image of Olly coming for him, because of him, would be imprinted on the backs of his eyelids for weeks to come. Who would say no to that?
“Yes, we can,” he said bluntly, rubbing Olly through his shorts and leaving no room for argument. There was no Teddy to stop them and while Lacey could be a contributing factor to Olly’s hesitance, it was hardly like this counted as adultery. Jude didn’t like men, and he was only helping out a friend.
A groan rumbled up the back of his throat as Olly shifted in his lap, the movement grinding the other man’s ass against his own half-hard cock. It had stirred to attention a while ago and was steadily filling out. Jude figured he could deal with that later, selfless as he was.
“What do you need, baby?” he asked, his words mingling with Olly’s quick, staccato breaths. He could feel each exhale on his lips and wondered, for a moment, if Olly was going to kiss him. It sent a jolt through him and with little time to make sense of it, he moved his head to the side, cheek-to-cheek and temple-to-temple with Olly as he grunted softly.
His hands tugged inelegantly at the waistband of Olly’s shorts, gripping them together with his boxers. He pulled them down over the swell of Olly’s ass, just enough to have them pulled taut against his thighs so Jude could wrap his hand around Olly’s cock.
“There he is,” he said, his words tickling Olly’s ear, delighting in the easy glide of his hand. He’d gotten Olly wet enough to make it smooth and easy, proving it not to be a thankless task. He gripped him lightly, urging him along.
“You’re gonna feel so much better when you come over my hand, huh? That’s gonna cheer my boy up.”
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