Regret

For the next year, the quality of Jack’s life was closely dependent on the presence or absence of a jar of oil in his pocket. If Hector was in the mood and there was nothing to grease up with, he went ahead with it anyway and even had the gall to complain that the friction was uncomfortable for him. On these nights Jack squirmed and cursed and sometimes cried, and although he didn’t exactly resist per se, he did one time bite deep enough into Hector’s arm to leave a scar.

Fortunately these nights were the exception rather than the norm. It usually wasn’t too bad – Hector was good about waiting a second or shifting angles if necessary, and Jack usually escaped with just a displeasing sort of soreness and sometime a stomachache depending on what they had tried as lubricant. Afterwards Hector invariably asked whether Jack was all right, and Jack found that in this lazy and contented mood he was liable to grant nearly any favor. "Fine, mate – just hungry." "I’m all right…cept my shoulders are kind of tight…" "Bloody hurts it does, but I’ve heard opium helps with that and someone told me you’ve got a pipe…"

He was especially generous when the night had gone badly for Jack, so Jack took to whining piteously (whether or not it hurt) whenever he wanted something. One time in particular, being a little drunk and feeling brave, he decided to see exactly how far he could push. When Hector nudged him and murmured, "Doin all right there, lad?" Jack turned over, drew his knees up to his chest, and went for broke.

"D’you think maybe sometime… I mean if I’m very careful… just once to try, maybe… d’you think…"

It was so outside the realm of the possible that it took Hector a moment to even figure out what he meant. When he did, his jaw dropped. "Y’mean you want a go at me – be that what you’re askin?" He threw his head back. "Oh, why not! Share and share alike, eh?"

Jack’s eyes lit up. "Really!? Hector I promise I won’t-"

Hector cuffed him hard. "No not really, you idiot," he spat. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Oh." Jack touched his cheek, then turned away. "Sorry."

He’d hardly gotten to his feet before a loud sigh sounded from behind him. "Aright, Jack, I apologize – ye’ve been a good sport , I spose you deserve somethin. C’mere."

Jack hesitated. "Really?" he asked, suspicious this time.

"Aye," he laughed as he buttoned up, "Really. Get down here."

Jack scampered over and sat where he was bid, between Hector’s spread legs. He leaned back against him and closed his eyes. "What’s it going to be, then, mate?"

"Nothin, if you don’t quiet down." Hector poured some oil into his hand and then without further ado wrapped his strong grown-up’s fingers around Jack’s cock.

Jack did for himself all the time, of course, but he had never felt anything like this. It was hard and fast and so overwhelming that out of habit he started squeaking "Ah ow ow…" before correcting himself to "I mean- yeah that’s perfect mate… don’t stop." His hips bucked up and Hector’s other arm came up around his chest to hold him still.

"Shh," he chuckled into Jack’s ear after a bit. "See? It be worth your while to behave for me, now, don’t you think?" He hooked one of Jack’s legs with his and dragged it outwards to spread the boy even further open. Without interrupting his loudly-appreciated left hand, he reached around with his right to fondle Jack’s balls, stroking, hefting them gently, squeezing just a little. The whimpers grew so loud that he was soon obliged to leave of with the balls entirely – he needed a hand to cover up Jack’s mouth with. It amused him that the desperate squeaking noises were strikingly similar to the ones Jack made when bent over a table and drilled hard.

Jack, by this point, didn’t care what noises he was making or who was laughing at him. He was completely out of his head. In the course of his squirming he discovered that the ache in his ass, rather than distressing him, actually enhanced the present experience. He wriggled against the floor to make the pain a little worse. "Hector-…"

"I hear ye." He nudged the dark matted hair out of the way with his nose, bit Jack on the shoulder, and sped up with his hand. It was over in about ten more seconds.

Jack collapsed against him, but it would not do to let the boy get used to cozying up that way. Hector shoved his limp body off, wiped his hands on Jack’s bare legs, and stood up at once. "Spose there be no need to ask if you’re all right this time?"

Ignoring the mess on his belly, Jack just stretched out with his hands behind his head. "Nope, mate, no need at all."

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TBC.

The chapters left to go are:

1. a violent chapter about the end of their association as teenagers. A little sex, a smidgen of introspection, and a very graphic flogging.

2. a talky chapter about running into each other several times as adults. No sex, plenty of tension and innuendo, a smidgen of guilt.

3. an X-rated chapter about grown-up Jack and Hector finally getting down and dirty. Sex, plenty of sex, and a smidgen of sex on the side.

Not sure the order I’m going to post them in yet. Please review!! I love to hear from people.