Jack In the Box, Jack Out of the Box
Vince was happy to get that lie off his chest. It had been a lie of omission, but still, a pretty big one. After all, he’d been Danny’s guardian for his entire life, which meant that they were connected in ways not many human beings were. They were more than friends, and because he could now tell Danny the whole story, about how his parents had received a visit from a mysterious old man those many years ago, he felt better.
As he explained how his role had been decided and that his purpose had been to protect him, Vince felt lighter. While Jack had been giving him a hard time, nagging him to tell Danny, this moment seemed perfect. Danny was adjusting to his new life, that of an alpha’s mate, and also discovering his abilities as a healer.
In few words, Vince sensed that his job was done and done well. From now on, Danny would receive the protection of Ryder’s pack and he’d be with his mate forever. There was no better outcome than this.
However, Vince understood that his role was changing now. Theodore seemed adamant about wanting nothing to do with him or Jack, but Vince had definitely felt the alpha’s hard-on. There was no doubt about it. Sexual desire and attraction existed between the three of them. At first, he thought it was all about Jack and his alpha mate, but no. Whatever was happening right now was different.
Without knowing exactly how he fit in the big scheme of things, Vince was willing to let the future tell him what to do. It had worked until now, and it had given him trust in the future. Even so, the forces at work were more evil than he’d ever imagined. Although he had only been a partial witness to the events that had transpired, events during which Danny and Ryder had to kill Cassandra, he understood that much.
Their battles would be many. After telling Danny goodbye, Vince checked on Jack briefly, satisfied to see him sleeping soundly. Now, the harder part came, which was to convince Theodore that he needed some shut-eye, too.
“Pembroke,” he called while caressing Jack’s head briefly, “you should come in, too. What are you doing out there? Admiring the landscape?”
For a couple of moments, Vince believed that his words had fallen on deaf ears, but Theodore came into the house. The dissatisfied expression on his face told Vince everything he needed to know about the alpha’s opinion of being ordered around.
Vince grinned. This was going to be fun. Setting aside the worries that would soon assault them about how to get to Theodore’s pack’s lands, hidden as they were behind a thick veil, they would get to know each other and have some fun in the process, too.
That was what he considered a healthy outlook on life. Vince could only guess that Jack would agree with him. Theodore, not so much.
“You need to rest,” he said, crossing his arms and looking straight at the strong alpha in front of him. When he did that, he couldn’t help feeling a jolt of attraction. It went straight to his crotch, and while he did think that it had everything to do with Theodore’s good looks, it was more than that. It came with longing, a sensation Vince hadn’t experienced often in his life, despite having taken a reasonable number of men to bed.
“I will rest when I choose to do so,” Theodore said in his most annoying voice. “You rest. Once you and the other are capable of joining me on my quest, we will be on the move.”
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Vince said with a smirk. If this alpha thought he had a chance against a guardian bent on helping him, he needed to think twice.
“I can’t be a dull boy,” Jack protested in a sleepy voice. “I’m never dull.”
Vince caressed his head. “Were we talking too loudly? Sorry. Just go back to sleep.”
Jack smacked his lips together, blinking slowly. “Water, please,” he said, extending an arm in lazy desperation.
Vince was about to move. Theodore was faster. He watched in disbelief as the alpha went straight to the kitchen fridge in search of a bottle of water.
Jack pushed himself up on his elbows and gave Vince a disbelieving look. “Is he going to get it for me?” he whispered.
“Yes, I am,” Theodore boomed. He threw the bottle of water at Jack, hitting him in the chest.
“Ouch. I appreciate the intention, but not the delivery, Theo,” Jack said, grabbing the bottle and massaging his chest, wincing exaggeratedly.
“You will learn to treat me with respect,” Theodore hissed. “Who do you think you are?”
“Oh, well,” Jack began and stopped to take a big gulp of his water, “I think we’ve already been over this like a gazillion times. I’m a clairvoyant, you’re an alpha, and Vince is a guardian. I’m good at reading cards and can tell you you’ll find your pack, you’re good at being moody and annoying, and Vince is great because he likes me. However, we have absolutely no business bumping uglies. Does that answer your question?”
Theodore grunted in response. “Do not disturb me until you are both ready to go.” Without saying a single word more, he marched toward one of the bedrooms and closed the door behind him with a thud.
Jack grimaced. “He’s a tough cookie, isn’t he?” he asked.
Vince nodded. “I suppose so. Still a cookie, though. Which means that behind that tough exterior, we might just find soft sweet dough, perfect for munching on until we need to lick the cookie bowl clean.”
Jack snickered. “You make cookie eating sound so damn naughty, Vee.”
“I thought that was your calling, not mine,” Vince replied and grabbed Jack’s hand. “There’s the other bedroom. Let’s get some sleep.”
“Together?” Jack asked, suddenly showing apprehension.
Vince rolled his eyes. “Just sleeping, nothing else. What do you say?”
“Yep, let’s do that. However, what if my you know what gets hard?” Jack dropped his voice to a whisper as he allowed Vince to pick him up from the sofa.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it,” Vince suggested, placing a short, smacking kiss on Jack’s forehead.
***
Theodore watched as his fingernails shifted into claws and began digging into the hard wood of the door. He shouldn’t have listened in. He had no business with those two humans; he could restrain the needs of his body just fine. What they were doing, that careless banter and useless exchange of empty words, meant nothing to him.
The guardian would, however, need to learn how to restrain an alpha. Theodore didn’t doubt that the strange curse holding him in its clutches – it had to be a curse – might prevent his cool nature from keeping him in control.
Just in case, he had to ensure that the human guardian would do what needed to be done. It took Theodore a great deal of effort to revert his hands to their human shape. He clenched them into fists. A simple look downward convinced him that the situation was beyond humiliating. The way his crotch bulged, to the point of hurting, informed him in unequivocal terms that he wasn’t as much in control as he believed himself to be.
Indeed. The human guardian would need to learn new skills, such as how to control an alpha going into full rut. Theodore doubted that even someone as strong as Vince would find it easy to do such an unfathomable thing.
There were ways, of course. But that meant he’d have to appeal to unnatural things.
Hurting the humans sounding so appealing from behind the door wasn’t an option. If he needed to hurt himself to calm the fire in his blood, the dark, cursed fire threatening to engulf him whole, so be it.
Theodore threw himself on the bed, his manhood pulsing between his legs, reminding him, once more, that even an alpha was prey to calls of the body he couldn’t entirely control. Not as he should.
***
“Vee?” Jack drawled, adjusting the position of his head on Vince’s broad chest.
“What?” Vince growled. “Can’t you sleep?”
“I can’t.”
“Because you took a nap before. But you should still be tired.”
That was the problem. He was tired, but he was also restless. He had seen the look in Theo’s eyes, and it had been a chilling one. No, no, that wasn’t right. That look… well, while it did turn Jack’s skin to goosebumps everywhere, it also left trails of heat here and there as well.
Jack had no time and definitely no inclination to parse what that meant. It only brought him closer to the inevitable, which was having to put out for the alpha of Whiteflame. What a beautiful pack name, he thought, while drawing little circles on Vee’s chest, through his t-shirt.
“Jack?” Vince asked. “Are you asleep?”
“No.”
“Ah, too bad. I thought you fell asleep right after complaining that you can’t fall asleep.”
“Like I’d be that indecisive,” Jack said with a snort.
“You might. Come on, out with it. What’s eating you?”
“If only I knew,” Jack said, yawning for show.
“You do know. I know it, too. Why are you so shy after effectively asking me about the taste of cum while we were eating?”
Jack shrugged. “It’s easier when I don’t have to face the facts.”
“What facts are those?”
That was one of the many things Jack liked about Vee. He was patient, but firm. He insisted even when Jack was trying to wiggle his way out of a difficult situation, because he was that sort of person.
Jack moved his hand slowly down Vince’s strong body. He was built like a brick wall. Jack wanted to poke him everywhere to see if there was even one soft spot on him.
“Can I touch you here?” he whispered.
Vince’s low chuckle made the hair on the back of his head tickle. He shivered and pressed his knees together, hoping to keep himself in check that way. For real, his life as a true ascetic person – not that it had ever bothered him and it’d been his choice – hadn’t prepared him at all for this.
Ascetic only when it came to sex. Jack considered himself to be lazy, purposeless, and way too much into eating sweets.
“Go ahead,” Vince encouraged him. His breath made a few strands of hair on Jack’s forehead move as if touched by a breeze.
He liked the sensation. The idea that he might feel tempted to ask Vince to blow hot air all over his skin made him… well, ticklish. He had no other word to describe it.
He licked his lips and pressed them together hard. Then, mustering all his courage, he slammed his open palm over Vince’s crotch, instantly triggering a grunt from the man he was currently so shamelessly objectifying.
“Sorry,” he exclaimed and tried to pull his hand back.
“Keep it there. You took me a little by surprise, is all. Be gentler, please, if you can.”
“Okay, okay. I should know that. I mean, if I touched my dick more often.”
“Do you want me to touch it for you?” Vince teased him in his best voice, the kind that made Jack feel heat growing on his inside.
“Do you mean yours or mine?”
Vince burst into laughter.
“Vee,” Jack whined. “Come on. I’m totally new to this.”
“Okay, sorry for laughing. Let’s see. How should we proceed so you don’t run out of the room, scared out of your wits?”
“Just saying that makes me feel scared,” Jack said.
“You’re safe with me,” Vince assured him. “Let’s start with some visuals.” His hand went to his crotch, and he began to unzip.
Jack licked his lips, as his throat went dry. He was about to see the abundance of cock Vee kept hidden in his jeans.
“Ready?” Vince teased him some more as he snuck one hand inside.
“Totally ready,” Jack hurried to say, although that was as far from the truth as it could be.
He changed his position, tucking his legs under him and linking his hands to support his chin, pressing his elbows against his knees. Hopefully, he took up as little space as possible and looked as turtled-in as possible. It was a defense mechanism; he didn’t have to explain it. No one was asking.
He focused hard on Vince’s moves. It was fascinating to watch how his strong hand was slowly pulling out…
“A snake!” he exclaimed, taking Vince by surprise.
“Come on, it doesn’t bite.” Vince held his huge cock by the base and wiggled it.
Everything about it was big. The head, the body, the veins that crisscrossed it.
“I want to touch it,” Jack whispered. “Am I dreaming?”
Vince laughed. “No, you’re not. And please stop blowing air up my ass. I might end up floating toward the ceiling like a balloon.”
“Hey, I’m only telling the truth. Why is it so hard, though? It popped out like a Jack in the box.”
“All this naughty talk with you is bound to work wonders,” Vince joked.
“Because of me? Really? But I’m not doing anything,” Jack protested.
“You don’t have to.”
Jack moved closer but without changing his position much. He was wiggling his way toward Vince’s beautiful monster snake, but very slowly. Just like a turtle.
“Touch it,” Vince encouraged him in a low, rumbling voice.
Jack hesitated a little more but then extracted one of his arms from his well-designed turtle and brought his hand closer to the cock in question.
“This is the point of no return,” he said solemnly. “The second I touch your cock, Vee, I will become…”
“Gay?” Vince offered a possible answer.
“No. I mean, yes, that too. No, what I want to say is that I will become… hush, don’t help me… oh, yes. I will become Jack out of the box.”
“I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“Well, I might not look like it, but I’m good at boxing myself in. And now, if I touch your dick, I will totally go outside my safe little box. Like way outside of it.”
“I can see how that might be troubling you,” Vince offered.
His honest voice assured Jack he was doing the right thing.
Jack decided. It was now or never. Or whatever, he might get other chances, but it felt like that. He shot his hand forward and grabbed Vince’s cock somewhere in the middle. And, without thinking twice, he bent over and opened his mouth wide.
“Jack, what are you--”
Vince grunted as Jack wrapped his mouth around the large crown and sucked at it hard. He pulled back.
“Salty,” he declared.
He looked at Vince, who seemed a bit flushed and threw Jack a wild look.
“I can go for salty,” he said.
“Jack,” Vince complained, “how about you give a guy a warning first? I thought you were only going to touch it.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. It was a spur of the moment thing. Was it bad?”
“No.” Vince winced and writhed, while Jack began moving his hand slowly up and down. “I have self-control, but you’re really challenging it. What are you doing right now?”
“I might not be willing to do it to myself,” Jack said, “but I have no problem with doing it to you. By the way, your cock feels awesome. It has such a nice texture and everything. Also, I think it’s really tasty.”
“Oh, yeah?” Vince smirked. “How about you give it a lick then?”
“On the head?”
“Yes.”
Jack pondered and then leaned forward again. He pressed his tongue against the tip of Vince’s cock. “Like this?” he said in a muffled voice, without removing his tongue.
“Keep doing that and you might get a surprise,” Vince warned him.
Cum. He would get cum. Jack was now making happy circles around the box that he had been in his whole life, prancing like a colt.
He began moving his hand faster. Vince’s cock was getting harder, which surprised the heck out of Jack, who couldn’t see how such a thing was possible, yet it was.
He began moving his tongue, giving the little eye lick after lick. He knew what would happen and had no idea if he was ready, but he had embarked on an adventure that involved getting to know the male body – not just any body, but Vince’s – to the point that there would be no secrets to discover.
Also, Theo’s body. What did he look like naked? Jack thought that he wanted to see Vince naked. And Theo. Both of them, naked.
He was getting hard. It was such a strange sensation, and it had only started happening to him since he’d met these two. Before that, he didn’t even know if his thing had been working. Not that it mattered. It had never bothered him.
Now, it was working. It was definitely working, because it was hard and Jack could even tell that there was moisture at the tip.
Was he going to—
“Jack, if you don’t want to get a mouthful of jizz, this is the moment when you move away,” Vince warned him.
“No,” he mumbled and put his mouth over the head, lower, right underneath.
He could feel the silky skin with his tongue and the salty taste. Vince warned him again, but it was in vain.
Jack was ready.
The first wave of spunk hit the roof of his mouth, then more followed.
Jack puffed out his cheeks, determined not to lose any of it, no matter how much there was. Now he couldn’t even define the taste, because it was so much and heady. Yeah, it was heady and going to his head. He was making some strange noises, like moans, and his little thing struggled against his underwear.
Should he start to swallow? It looked like he had no choice. Down the hatch it went.
Vince groaned and then breathed out. He rested one hand on Jack’s head. “It’s over, Jack.”
He licked the head a few times before he pulled himself back on his haunches. Then he looked down, completely horrified.
“I think I pissed myself.”
Vince grabbed him by one shoulder and pulled him close. “That’s not piss, I’m sure.” He kissed Jack on the lips hard. “How was it?”
“Uber tasty. Must be all those healthy foods you eat.”
They began laughing at the same time.
A loud knock on the door interrupted them.
“Keep it down, you two heathens,” Theo warned them through the door.
Jack hid his face under Vince’s arm. “Oh, fuck, Vee, do you think he heard us?”
“Probably. Even smelled us. Don’t worry. We’ll tame that wild wolf. All in due time.”
“Okay. I trust you,” Jack said. “Please, let me have more cum again.”
“It will be my pleasure, I’m sure,” Vince assured him, his low chuckle tickling Jack’s ear right before he fell asleep again.
TBC
Thank you for reading! Wow, so many nice comments!
@DavidB - I'm so glad you warmed up to Theo! His journey won't be easy, but I hope it will be worth reading!
@Derek - he-he, I was so waiting for the right occasion to make that joke! Jack is my spirit animal. The runes will reappear...
@Mark Mortland - Vince is a top, not because he'd mind bottoming but because his partners expect him to assume the role of a top. He-he... puppies...
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