#jack mason

The words had been on the tip of his tongue, Jack had been so very close, but, upon deeper reflection, he’d decided it wasn't wise. Not so soon before he left. Not so soon before he abandoned his... half-sister. And to think, all this time they’d been related. That would never cease to astound him, he was quite certain of it. 

“Bonsoir, Jack,” his roommate, Pierre, said as Jack eased through the door of their room and dropped his knapsack at the foot of his bed.

“Bonsoir,” he mumbled in reply, heading to his desk to pull out a roll of parchment. He might as well tackle his Transfiguration assignment: twelve inches on some spell he still hadn’t mastered yet. He really should pay better attention in this class, but he was far too fascinated by Potions and dueling to care too much about any other subjects, if he was being completely honest with himself.

“Did you hear about the creatures that escaped in Professor DuPont’s class today?” Pierre said, flipping through a textbook nestled in his lap, the heels of his boots resting on the desk beside Jack's. 

“What creatures?” Jack asked after a beat. Magical creatures, another thing he didn’t much care for, especially Dark Mongrels, which ran rampant in the forest surrounding the school. For some reason Jack had never been fond of dogs as a general rule. He wasn’t quite sure why. 

“Cornish Pixies,” Pierre said through a laugh. “I heard it was quite the riot.” 

Jack didn’t have a chance to respond as a flurry of wings alerted him to an owl making its entrance through their open bedroom window. The owl was an unfamiliar one, brown and mangy looking, a bit manic around the eyes, but it dropped the letter down in front of him. The letter landed on top of his parchment—the ink was still drying—so Jack muttered a curse and plucked it up, his eyes narrowed. He nodded at the irritating bird and it flew away faster than it had arrived.

Pierre tilted his head. “Letter from home?”

Jack refrained from saying, “None of your business,” and instead gritted out a lie. “Yes, probably my mother.”

He didn’t like the idea of his fellow classmates knowing that he was an orphan, let alone that he’d never even known his mother. He liked to keep his private life exactly that: private. 

He turned his back to the wall and ripped open the sealed envelope, concealing its contents from his nosy roommate. When he unfolded the letter inside, a hasty scrawl greeted his eyes. Jack recognized the handwriting. His hand shook ever so slightly as he began to read:

//

Jack -

About the task I require of you, the time has come. Soon. Details incoming. Expect another owl in a fortnight, give or take.

M

//

Jack sighed. Another thing to add to the pile. Magic, a sister, a new school, a mysterious task.

Would he never catch a break? 

//

“Are ye randy or something?” the Irishman teased.

Roland’s own hand clasped Jack's and together they rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Then, reaching behind he repeated the motion on Jack himself. His grip tight on the rapidly formed erection. Their hips swung ever so slightly from side to side in rhythm with the friction.

“You could be called that,” Jack growled. He unzipped Roland’s jeans and dove inside to grab his cock properly.

Roland put his hands out to brace himself on a bookshelf. He moaned and bucked into Jack's hand. His body thrust forward to allow the grip to slide down the length of his shaft. Once down as far as he could reach, Jack playfully squeezed Roland’s balls. The Irishman mutter a fuck to his partner’s satisfaction.

Jack thought about everything that made him twitch and squirm under Rin’s touch or his own when he jerked off. The tight clenched stroke up and down followed by his thumb circling the head like he did his fiancée’s clit. He even teased the slit slick too.

Roland lost himself like he had in the book. Then he grew quickly frustrated at his own inability to reciprocate. All he could muster was bracing himself on the bookshelves. The medium was always taking command. Like now.

Roland allowed Jack to work his jeans over his hips and use a knee to spread Roland’s legs further apart. He heard the tinkle of a belt buckle and a zipper as he opened. Jack's hand never ceased it’s work on Roland’s cock which only grew harder, if that was all possible, at the anticipation of being fucked near the Agatha Christie novels. Would she be scandalized? Probably not.

The musician held his breath and bent forward some so that his ass stuck out towards Jack. He leaned forward so that his forearms anchored his body on the books. His fingers dug into the woods shelving as Jack pushed his forehead into the back of Roland’s neck and slipped two fingers inside of him. All of the air left his lungs.

He succumbed easily to Jack sliding his fingers in and out swiftly. He had become so good at hitting the spot that brought Roland to ecstasy almost immediately. An expert at getting him to release without ever laying a hand on Jack in return.

He didn't recoil from Roland, it was like that with their girlfriend too. Jack enjoyed using his dominance to get them off. He derived pleasure from making them cum. Hard. Watching them as they orgasmed (whether it was with him or Roland and Rin together), took Jack there too.

But now, as Jack readied to mount him, Roland changed his mind. He wanted to be on top for once. To finally penetrate his boyfriend in return and bring him that rapture Roland and Rin were gifted. So he took Jack by surprise.

It was beautiful the way Roland handled himself. A fluid motion, like a dance move, that entailed reaching back to get his hands on Jack's hips. From there he held on and spun him around so that his back was to the shelves. Roland managed to lift Jack's arms above his head and pin him to everything by his wrists. Even Roland was surprised it worked. The man between his arms both growled and moaned in exasperation and desire.

Roland held his face inches from Jack's. He leaned forward so that he could tease Jack with his hardened cock. His fingers traced along the veins of the shaft of Jack’s erection. Roland’s mouth not quite touching his skin as he held the medium pinned tight. Then he dove his tongue as far in Jack's mouth as he would allow. Lips leaving him breathless as the Irishman let them track down Jack's neck to his collarbone.

"I would like fuck you,” Roland breathed as he grabbed Jack's hips and thrust them away from the wall.

“Ca-can Rin do it first?” Jack's question came out worried and small. As if he braced himself for Roland to be angry or hurt.

“Fair play. The two of ye have been t’gether a long time. I can do other things.”

Roland let go of Jack's wrists to push his shirt up only to get a taste of his skin. He licked at Jack's neck before lightly tonguing Jack's nipples. He continued down over the stomach and wrenched the boxers completely to the floor.

Roland looked up at Jack and stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth. He licked them with a coy smirk and reached around. The hips in front of his face bucked when the musician teased him suddenly. Roland slid them inside of Jack and wasted no time taking the entire length of the erect cock in his mouth.

Jack pulled at Roland’s head and wrenched it forward so that he felt him gag slightly. He was too wrapped up in what was happening from both angles to care. For once. His body contorted instead from the mouth sucking him off and the fingers reaching what he assumed was that spot. The mythical male G spot. Jack thrust to the back of the Irishman’s throat again.

Yet Roland didn't seem to mind. He simply took it, vacuumed harder and moved his head back up Jack's cock deliberately. Used his teeth to graze where the shaft met the head just enough to elicit extra slickness. He lapped at it and the veins that made ridges along erection.

Jack widened his stance so his boyfriend had better access. He sang praises between growled breathing when Roland found that rhythm he discovered in every living thing. Taking Jack in until his nose grazed the soft hair that covered his pelvis. He worked his fingers in and out massaging his boyfriend simultaneously.

Oh how Jack could only marvel and beg Roland to go further and faster.

Then, without warning, Jack pushed Roland away. “I'm gonna cum,” he panted. His gesture meant to prevent the other man from taking a mouthful of that too.

“Good.” Roland’s fingers massaged and fucked Jack faster. “I don't mind y’know. Wouldn't want it t’get anywhere.”

So Jack was consumed once more until he exploded in Roland’s mouth. Who wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand. Then stood and helped Jack fix his jeans. Their mouths touched with a lightness even though one delved his tongue far into the other's mouth.

The men relaxed into a lazy hug. Their foreheads pressed together after the kiss as Roland nuzzled Jack’s cheek with the tip of his nose. He hoped his partner felt, at the very least, the erotic satisfaction he and Rin were brought to every time. That he could satiate Jack until the next time.

Now Jack moved to peck the nose that had come to rest on his cheek. “Thank you,” his whisper was hoarse.

Roland just giggled. He knew that sentiment.