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“I’ve never done this before, either,” Jack said and breathed onto Zeph’s cock through his trousers.

“Oh my God.” He froze as Jack freed his cock from his clothes and curled his hand around the hard length of it.

“Arrgh. Uh…” Zeph’s breathing was shaky. “Where did that come from?”

Jack laughed. “What? The sound you made or your hard on?”

“Yes.”

Jack eased Zeph’s clothes down so he could nuzzle against him. He was leaking precome and Jack ran a finger over the head of his cock, then sucked it clean. The noises coming from Zeph were mostly unintelligible, no matter how hard he tried to make sense.

“Uh…Gee… Fu…Holy shit.” Zeph leaned back, his fingers scrabbling at the duvet.

Jack pushed Zeph’s thighs further apart and dragged his thumb the length of Zeph’s dick.

Zeph whined. Jack wrapped his lips around him and sank down until he had all of him in his mouth.

Jack tightened his muscles which made Zeph whine again.

He threaded his fingers in Jack’s hair and tried not to pull too hard.

“Oh my God, shh…oh my God,” Zeph repeated, awe in his voice, pure disbelief that he’d not yet come because he really wanted to. “Fu…fu…fu…”

Jack sucked, licked and mouthed from Zeph’s balls to the tip, then back again, moaning around Zeph, letting his cock press against the inside of his cheek. He brought one of Zeph’s hands down to feel it.

Zeph’s breathing was ragged. “Please. Shit, I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know the right way to breathe. I don’t know how to keep my heart from exploding.

But don’t stop. Why would you? Why do people say that?

Not that I’m basing that on experience. Just selective viewing of PornHub. But…keep doing that, okay?”

Jack smiled around Zeph’s cock and kept working it with his mouth, using his hand to twist and rub at the base. His fingers curled and caressed, occasionally dropping to Zeph’s balls and beyond to his taint as he kept up the pressure at the head with his tongue—in the slit, out of the slit. Fuck!

“I can’t… Jack!”

Jack took him deep again and Zeph came hard, somewhere on the Richter scale, high on it, his entire body caught up in the explosive force as he tumbled in a starlit sky. When he blinked open his eyes, Jack was unzipping his trousers.

“Wow,” Zeph said. “That was…indescribable…and I’m good at describing. I’m limp as a noodle but my fingers work. Let me help.”

Jack reached for one of Zeph’s hands, wrapped it around his cock, then put his own fingers around his.

“This isn’t going to take long,” Jack said.

“I bet you take longer than me.”

“Not taking that bet.” Jack’s hand moved faster and he arched as he came undone.

Zeph couldn’t drag his gaze from Jack’s face, taking in his expression, delighted to be sharing his pleasure.

When Jack opened his eyes again, Zeph whispered. “Can I taste?”

Jack released his hold and Zeph brought his come-splattered hand to his mouth and licked his fingers.

“Oh my God. That was so hot,” Zeph whispered. “Helping you jerk off. Next time I want us both to do that.” More than that.

“Whatever you want.”

Don’t leave me!

Martin and Paulo were coming to collect Zeph’s belongings on Saturday morning.

Zeph had hoped Jack would hang around to meet them, but when he made plans to go away for a couple of days from Thursday morning until Sunday afternoon, Zeph suspected he didn’t want to meet them.

The last few days had been the best of Zeph’s life, though they’d not gone all the way. Anticipation was everything!

Zeph had read enough to know that this euphoria didn’t last forever but it felt as if neither of them could get enough of the other. When Jack left, Zeph felt a physical pain in his chest.

By the time Martin and Paulo arrived, Zeph had packed up everything he needed them to take.

Originally, he’d planned to go back with them, collect a few bits and pieces from home, then get the train, but there didn’t seem to be much point.

He told them what he needed and they were going to bring it with them.

When they arrived, they parked on the drive and Zeph took them into town for a meal.

When they’d ordered, Zeph took a deep breath.

“So how’s this term been?” Paulo asked.

“Great.”

“You seem happier.” Martin looked at him carefully.

“I’ve met someone,” Zeph finally managed to get out.

Both guys smiled at him.

“He has a car so…” He will have a car.

“Fantastic,” Martin said. “Do you need any money?”

“I’d be grateful if you could lend me some. I’ll work in September and pay you back.”

“How long are you going to be away?”

“Around two months. We leave next week after the ball.”

“You’re going to a ball?” Paulo said at the same time as Martin said, “Two months?”

“Yes, and yes,” Zeph answered.

“That’s a long time,” Martin said.

“Lucky thing.” Paulo grinned at him.

“Of course we’ll lend you the money. I’ll put it in your bank account, okay?”

“Thank you. I don’t know how much I’ll need but…” He’d almost said Jack’s name. Zeph was reluctant to tell them it was Jack. He’d cried about him when he’d gone to live with them. They knew how much Zeph missed him. Though Zeph had hidden how much he’d continued to miss him.

“How well do you know this guy?” Martin asked. “Are you sure you’ll be safe? Is he a student here? How old is he?”

They were the questions Zeph had expected. “He’s not a student. He works. He’s a year older than me. Yes, I’ll be safe.”

“What does he do?” Martin asked.

“Security consultant.” Don’t ask me where he lives. Because that would have to be a lie.

“And we can’t meet him?” Paulo raised his eyebrows.

“He went away on business yesterday. He’s not back until Sunday night. Late.”

The food arrived and they tucked in.

“It was all about that shooting on the news,” Martin said.

“Has there been an update yet?” Zeph asked.

“They know the dead guy is a Russian national,” Paulo said. “He came a roundabout route to the UK to see his daughter. She’s at King’s College. No suspects.”

“They’ve identified the Russian,” Martin said. “Sergei Golonov. He was suspected of poisoning a US senator several years ago.”

“Wow.” Zeph widened his eyes.

He almost told them Jack had been staying in the same hotel. He needed to be careful.

Martin and Paulo drove home that afternoon, their car packed with Zeph’s belongings. He’d kept back a medium-sized blue holdall with all he’d need for the holiday. Anything that was left, that he didn’t want to take, he’d have to throw away or stuff into a corner of Jack’s car.

His room looked sad and Zeph didn’t want to spend time there.

So he went to see if Richard needed any help and he did.

Richard was disappointed Zeph wasn’t going to be around after the weekend but having him work for two solid days cheered him up.

Zeph too. But all he was thinking about was Jack’s return.