After his unexpected night with Dean, Jack felt like he was walking on cloud nine.
The morning after was surprisingly not awkward at all. He’d assumed Dean would wake up, mumble an excuse and run for his life.
But, while he didn’t mention the events from the previous night and Jack was too scared to bring it up, Dean hung around for breakfast.
Jack had to stop himself from singing as he made coffee and bacon sandwiches and despite his raging hangover and the fact it was only just after 8am, he’d never been more awake in his life.
“What is going on?” He heard Emmy groan as she stumbled out of her room. “Jack are you fucking insane?”
She stood at the kitchen door in her usual red silk robe that barely contained her tits and, puffy eyes aside, looked as stunning as ever.
“Why do you always look so good after a night out?” Jack retorted, ignoring her question.
Emmy gave a gravelly laugh and quipped: “Asian persuasion, babes.”
Noticing the two plates of food and steaming mugs of coffee, Emmy reached out and asked: “Is that for me?”
Jack slapped her hand away. “No, Dean’s in the living room.”
Her eyes widened before narrowing. Lowering her voice, Emmy said: “What the fuck?”
Her confusion wasn’t unwarranted. Jack and Dean may have been close but he’d never spent the night.
Avoiding Emmy’s eye, Jack shrugged before carrying a tray with their breakfast into the living room.
Dean was taking up one of the sofas in only a T-shirt and his boxers. His hair was messy and eyes were bloodshot but Jack thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Sitting next to Jack on the other sofa, pulling her knees into her chest to avoid flashing them, Emmy chirped: “Morning, what do we have here then?”
Not missing a beat, Dean replied: “Lost my fucking keys last night didn’t I and Jacky kindly offered me your sofa. Didn’t get a blanket though, cheap fucker.”
Emmy’s eyes narrowed again briefly before she turned to Jack and started gossiping about her night out.
After he’d eaten, Dean went back to Jack’s room to get dressed before calling out: “See you later. Thanks for last night, bro.”
Jack's stomach flipped. He couldn’t tell if Dean was referring to what had really happened or simply keeping up appearances for Emmy’s sake.
As soon as the door slammed, Emmy whipped around to face Jack. “So, what really happened?”
Again not looking at her, he mumbled: “He lost his keys like he said.”
“Oh yeah?” Emmy retorted. “That’s why his jeans and trainers were in your room, is it?”
Jack was torn. On the one hand, he and Emmy told each other everything. Right from the very start of their friendship they’d been completely unfiltered with each other.
But at the same time, there was no question that Dean would want it kept between them.
“Arlight,” Jack sighed. “He stayed in my room. It’s not a big deal.”
“So why can’t you look at me? Jack, why won’t you tell me?”
Taking a deep breath, he finally met her gaze and said: “I was upset last night, I left early and he came to check on me. Then one thing led to another.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Emmy replied instantly.
Now it was Jack’s turn to look surprised. Before he could say anything, Emmy continued: “You’re in love with him and he’s straight. How many times does he need to make you cry before you realise that’s never going to change. You’re never going to get what you want.”
Feeling defensive, Jack hit back: “I got it last night.”
Emmy laughed, quipping: “Yeah, you got that last night. But you don’t want a one night stand.”
“Babe, I told him how I feel. I told him everything.”
“And he said what? ‘Ok, let’s get married?’”
Jack jumped up. “Why are you being such a bitch?”
Emmy didn’t move. Instead, keeping her voice steady, she said: “I’m not being a bitch. Unlike him, I love you, babes. And I just want you to forget about Dean and focus your attention on someone who actually deserves it.
“And it’s not Dean who lays with you when you cry yourself to sleep after watching him get off with the latest girl, or picks you up when he’s not replied to your messages for two days and stops you from doing something stupid.
“That’s me. And Seema. And the others. Just put yourself in my position - what would you be saying to me right now?”
Knowing his friend was right, Jack had no argument. Instead he slumped back onto the sofa and gave into his tears as Emmy hugged him tight.
What the fuck had he done?
***
In the days and weeks that followed, Jack went from feeling elated to wishing he’d never gone so far with Dean.
To his mate’s credit, he didn’t ghost Jack. He checked in on text and was his usual affectionate self when they were at work but he had an excuse every time Jack suggested meeting in private.
The summer holidays were days away and, after a year of burning the candle at both ends, Jack, Emmy, Seema and their friend Amina, a gorgeous, curvy Somali girl with a huge smile and an even bigger heart, were sitting in the student union making plans.
“Come on, guys. Cheer up!” Emmy said, attempting to pull her friends out of their post-third year coma.
For various reasons, none of the four were particularly keen to return to their hometowns and as usual would be staying put in their student digs.
“We’re going to make this summer one to remember, starting with Funky Buddha on Thursday night,” she informed them.
Emmy’s sister was married to a top DJ and she’d basically grown up in the exclusive London nightspots usually reserved for the rich and famous. She had every promoter on speed dial and the others knew, for her, getting a table in the Mayfair club would be no issue. They also knew better than to argue with her.
Three days later, the four of them were on the train to London. Emmy, Seema and Amina of course looked incredible and, while Jack didn’t scrub up too badly either, his face gave the impression he was on his way to a funeral instead of what promised to be a great night out.
Emmy looked up from her Blackberry and caught Jack gazing out of the window.
“Jack, I’m saying this with love, but I’m putting you on a Dean ban tonight. I don’t even want to hear his name, ok?
“This is about the four of us tonight. We can talk about him as much as you want again tomorrow but give us a night off, yeah?”
Jack couldn’t even be mad. He was actually surprised the girls hadn’t told him to get over it by that point. Instead he nodded and plastered on a huge smile, taking a huge gulp of the vodka drink they’d concealed in a flask.
As they strutted down Berkeley Street, the girls’ heels clacking loudly, Jack was mentally willing himself to enjoy the night.
Instead of joining the queue at the door of Funky Buddha, Emmy walked confidently up to the bouncer and gave him the name of someone apparently super-important.
After a quick chat on his radio, the intimidating security man ushered them inside where a host greeted them and showed them to their table.
Jack couldn’t help but be impressed by the Asian-inspired decor and huge buddha statues. They were immediately blasted by the strong smell of incense as they entered the main club.
Before he knew it, two huge bottles of Grey Goose with sparklers attached to the necks arrived - followed by a selection of mixers and an ice bucket.
They’d not paid a penny so far but Emmy and the girls were upholding their part of the unspoken agreement.
It was no surprise she, Seema and Amina were attracting a rotation of men to the table and they flirted and accepted offers of expensive drinks and shots, which was supposed to cover their costs as explained by Emmy many times previously.
The vodka eventually loosened Jack up enough that he joined his friends when they jumped onto the table to dance and, with alcohol-induced confidence, he was even comfortable flirting with the men working for his friends’ attention.
At one point, Emmy approached him and discreetly handed him a small baggie of cocaine.
“Don’t worry, babes. One of these blokes just gave it to me, couldn’t tell you which one though,” she laughed before turning and throwing her arms around the neck of her next victim.
A quick trip to the men's room later and Jack was buzzing - quite literally.
To his surprise, one of the guys lingering at their table approached him and for the first time that night it seemed like this one wasn’t just trying to impress the girls by making it clear he was cool with their gay friend.
“Ant,” he eventually introduced himself, talking loudly over the music and holding his hand out.
As Jack shook it he couldn’t help but notice Ant was very attractive. He had messy, short blonde hair, brown eyes and a friendly smile. He was dressed in a red polo T-shirt and black jeans and, as he leaned in closer, Jack was blasted by the smell of Creed.
“Nothing on Dean’s Chanel Allure Homme Sport,” Jack thought bitterly, before mentally shaking his head and giving his full attention to Ant.
It was clear the man was putting the moves on him and just as Ant was dropping into the conversation that he lived close by, Jack's heart dropped.
There, sitting at a table on the opposite side of the room, was Dean. Ant chatted away but Jack took in nothing he was saying.
Dean looked even better than the last time Jack had seen him.. He’d had his hair cut shorter and was tanned after a recent holiday to Dubai.
He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans and some Prada trainers, and Jack suddenly wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.
Without thinking, Jack approached Emmy - who was sitting on some bloke’s lap - and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Mmm, babes?” She muttered, turning slowly.
“Emmy, Dean -”
“No, Jack,” she cut him off. “What did I say?”
Jack turned her head in Dean’s direction and said, “Yes, I know. But look.”
Emmy’s smile faded. She jumped off the guy’s lap and pulled Jack away. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
Jack shook his head.
“I can get him kicked out if you want?” she said, not looking away from Dean.
Before Jack had time to answer, Dean looked up and locked eyes with him.
Feeling as though he had no choice, Jack slowly made his way towards him. It was only then he realised he didn’t recognise any of the people Dean was with. These were clearly his ‘friends from home’.
Dean had an expression on his face Jack had never seen before, a combination of a sort of grimace and a forced smile.
“You alright, mate?” Jack said, smiling. Eyes flicking between Jack and his pals, Dean shrugged and replied: “Good, bro?”
For two painful minutes Jack attempted to make conversion but was met with one-word answers.
“Come and have a drink with us, say hi to the girls?” he suggested.
But, looking anywhere but at Jack, Dean said coldly: “You’re alright, mate. Have a good one, yeah?”
It was clear he’d been dismissed and, walking back to his table, Jack felt anger rising inside him. How dare Dean treat him like that? Whether or not he was worried a drunk Jack would accidentally slip-up, he had no right.
Jack threw caution to the wind, marching towards Ant and pulling him in for a kiss. The man was clearly caught off guard but was soon kissing Jack back.
The PDA from two men was clearly not going down well with some of the other guys grafting the girls, as Jack suddenly heard Emmy shout: “Yeah? If you don’t like it, you can fuck off!”
To his surprise, Jack quickly forgot all about Dean and found himself agreeing to get a taxi back to Ant’s flat at the end of the night.
At one point Jack excused himself and made his way to the men’s room for a pick-me-up.
But as he walked through the almost pitch-black walkway, he was pulled back.
He spun around and was faced with Dean, a thunderous look on his face. “Who the fuck is that bloke you’re all over?”
Jack was instantly filled with rage, spitting back: “How is that any of your business?”
Dean’s voice was rapidly rising as he said: “Less than a month ago you told me you loved me. Less than a month ago I did something for you that has completely fucked with my head. And now you’re snogging a random bloke in a club knowing I’m five feet away?”
Jack gave a cold laugh. “Are you actually serious? You made it very clear tonight you want nothing to do with me. And I think you’ll find I was the one who did something for you, mate. You can’t have it both ways, Dean!”
Dean sighed and grabbed Jack roughly by the hand, pulling him into the toilet. He chucked a £20 note at the attendant and said: “Give us five, mate.”
After checking the stalls to make sure they were alone, Dean faced Jack. “You have no idea how messed up I am after that night with you.
“Yeah, ok, there are some days I ask myself what the fuck I was thinking. But most of the time I can’t get you out of my head. Seeing you tonight caught me off guard.”
He lowered his voice, reaching gently for Jack’s this time and his piercing blue eyes locked onto Jack’s.
“But never, ever think I want nothing to do with you. You couldn’t be more wrong.”
He leaned in, brushing his lips across Jack’s before whispering: “I’m all over the place, Jacky. But seeing you with that prick tonight has made me realise I can’t hide from this anymore.”
And then they were kissing passionately. Jack was pushed into a cubicle as Dean’s hand started exploring his body through his shirt.
He could feel Dean’s hard cock pressing against his thigh, his own erection throbbing almost painfully.
“Dean,” Jack gasped, pulling back. “We can’t. Not here.”
He thought for a moment before replying: “Let’s get out of here.”
“And go where?” Jack asked. He knew Dean was originally from Islington but that he lived with family and his own uni flat was hours away in a taxi.
“Across the road?” Dean replied. It took Jack a moment to register what he meant, retorting: “The May Fair Hotel? Alright, moneybags.”
“It’s cool, Jacky. I’ve got this. Come on.”
As they made their way back to the main club, Dean explained he was going to slip out without telling his mates.
Jack however, had to face the music by telling Emmy, Seema and Amina his plan.
To his surprise, the girls gave each other knowing looks before Semma spoke up. “Of course you are. Babe, we know there’s no point in trying to stop you but please keep your guard up. You’re nobody’s dirty little secret, remember that.”
He said his goodbyes and headed outside, meeting Dean at the entrance of the five star hotel.
“Dean, as much as I want to do this, we haven’t got the money for this place.”
They were uni students who worked part-time in River Island and rooms at the hotel were at least £500-a-night.
Dean slapped him on the shoulder and laughed. “I told you, Jacky. I’ve got this. Stop worrying. Should we stop fucking around and get in there?”
Jack suddenly caught the glint of Dean’s Rolex watch and suddenly everything clicked into place.
There had been rumours for years that Dean was a big-time drug dealer in London. The watches, the designer gear and weekly trips home had most people convinced.
But Jack had always given him the benefit of the doubt. After all, you could get pretty good fakes and he knew Dean was very family-oriented.
Despite his realisation, Jack’s hunger for Dean allowed him to be steered inside where his mate turned on the charm at the front desk - paying for the room in cash and asking for a bottle of Belvedere to be sent up to them.
An excited Dean bounded towards the elevator, pressing the button impatiently. As Jack followed behind, he couldn’t help but register that his situation could end in much more than a broken heart.
Jack’s sudden and potentially very serious realisation was pushed out of his mind as Dean cupped his face and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss in the lift.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dean said, breaking the kiss to look into Jack’s eyes.
His heart dropped, thinking his mate was having second thoughts. But Jack quickly realised Dean was wearing a silly grin, his dimples looking cuter than ever.
He took Jack’s hand as they stepped off the elevator onto the thickly carpeted corridor. Jack couldn’t help but feel like he was in a dream, taking in the dark walls and warm lighting.
It felt like he was stepping into a completely different world.
Dean opened the dark-wood door to their suite and Jack felt his jaw drop. He’d grown up on a council estate in a rough Essex town and had never seen anything like it.
It looked more like a luxury studio apartment than any hotel Jack had ever stayed in.
A seating area led to a huge bed with a tall, upholstered headboard and the intimate lighting was clearly a feature throughout the hotel as the room was lit up by a warm glow coming from recessed wall fixtures.
A giddy-looking Dean flopped onto the bed, pulling Jack on top of him.
Jack could feel Dean’s solid cock through his jeans as they met in a kiss, hands roaming each other’s bodies.
“Missed you,” Dean mumbled as he kissed Jack’s neck. “Sorry for being a dickhead about all of this.”
There was so much Jack wanted to say but it wasn’t the time for talking. He kissed Dean hungrily, tugging at his top and pulling it off to reveal the stud’s beefy body.
Jack far preferred a dad bod over a six pack and his dick lurched as he took in Dean’s big arms, defined pecs and slight belly, which was covered in a dusting of dark hair and a trail leading into his jeans.
He wasted no time in unbuckling Dean’s Louis Vuitton belt – another red flag he quickly pushed to the back of his mind – before sliding his jeans down to reveal a pair of tight black Boss boxers doing nothing to hide the throbbing eight inches desperate to escape.
Jack looked up to check Dean wasn’t freaking out and was greeted with a cheeky grin and a nod.
But the moment was broken by a gentle knock on the door. Realising the compromising position he was in, Dean jumped up and ran into the bathroom as Jack greeted a member of staff carrying a tray with their vodka, a jug of orange juice and an ice bucket.
After setting it down on the white coffee table, Jack shouted: “You can come out now.”
Jack was pleasantly surprised when a completely naked Dean emerged from the bathroom, his thick, hard cock bobbing about as he walked towards him.
“Where were we?” He said quietly, kissing Jack’s neck while stripping him so their bare bodies were grinding against each other.
It was only then that Jack spotted, next to the drinks on the table, were Dean’s phones – plural. His Blackberry and a burner.
But Dean’s big hand applying gentle pressure to his shoulder soon made him forget all about the telltale signs the stud was not as clean-cut as he’d chosen to believe.
Jack sank to his knees, taking in the sight of Dean’s throbbing dick. The foreskin was pulled back to reveal the leaking head, a vein running down the shaft leading to a patch of tidy black pubes.
Jack reached out and gently took the two heavy balls into his hand before leaning forward to run his tongue over the tip of Dean’s dick, tasting his pre-cum and earning a groan from him.
With one hand massaging Dean’s balls, Jack gripped his cock with the other and took the head in his mouth.
He worked up and down with his hand and mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and under Dean’s foreskin – causing his knees to buckle slightly.
“Fuck, Jacky,” Dean moaned. “You are so good at that.”
The stud had both hand on the back of Jack’s head and suddenly started face-fucking him.
Dean panted as he picked up the pace, forcing his cock ever further down Jack’s throat.
After a few minutes, Jack was unable to take any more. He pulled off the cock, eyes streaming, and looked up at Dean.
A concerned looked flashed across Dean’s face. “Sorry, was I too rough?”
Jack laughed as he stood up, pushing Dean towards the bed. “I can handle it, big boy.”
Dean fell onto the expensive-looking duvet and scooted up the bed so he was leaning against the headboard, hands behind his head and looking sexier than ever.
“Big words, Jacky,” he said, a seductive grin on his face. “Why don’t show me what I’ve been missing.”
Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled onto the bed and straddled his sexy friend, making sure to place Dean’s dripping cock at his tight hole and slowly grinding against it.
Dean looked confused and Jack mistook the expression completely, freezing and asking: “Do you not want to?”
Quick to reassure him, Dean pulled Jack in for a kiss and whispered: “I’m ready if you are.”
Without lube, Jack was forced to try and make spitting into his hand and reaching around to his hole look sexy. Luckily Dean, eyes glinting, flipped Jack around with ease and said: “That’s my job.”
Jack couldn’t believe what was happening as Dean wasted no time in flicking his tongue across Jack’s entrance.
He moaned, pushing back and encouraging Dean to start fucking him with his tongue.
Jack had never experienced sex like it. His cock was leaking but he resisted the urge to stroke himself, wanting it to last as long as possible.
He felt one of Dean’s thick fingers at his hole and almost screamed out as it pushed inside him.
“Easy, baby,” Dean cooed. “I’ve got you.”
Jack’s dick lurched at Dean calling him ‘baby’ and started fucking himself on his finger.
After taking his time opening Jack up, Dean asked between gentle kisses on his back: “You ready?”
Never more ready for anything in his life, he manoeuvred so he was once again straddling Dean and sliding his cock between his cheeks.
Jack pushed down on Dean’s thick dick, wincing slightly but ignoring the pain to take it all the way to the base, feeling his pubes tickling his taint.
Dean’s eyes were rolling back in pleasure as Jack pulled his dick almost all the way out before slamming back down on it.
Loud moans and the slapping sounds of sex filled the room. Jack rode Dean, wishing that he could stop the clocks and live in that moment forever.
Dean matched Jack’s rhythm and it soon became clear he was getting close.
To both of their surprise Jack’s cock erupted out of nowhere as he came hands free, shooting a thick load across Dean’s meaty pecs.
The sight was clearly too much for Dean, as he croaked: “I’m gonna cum, Jacky.”
Jack slammed down on Dean’s cock once more before feeling it flood his insides with one last strangled moan from his hot friend.
He collapsed onto Dean who cupped his chin and pulled him in for a slow, lazy kiss.
Before he could stop himself, Jack looked Dean in the eye and asked: “Regrets?”
Dean laughed and said: “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
They laid there in a post-sex haze, Dean gently running his fingers up and down Jack’s back.
But that perfect moment didn’t last long as his burner phone started buzzing, pulling them both back into reality.
Dean gently pushed Jack off him and jumped up to grab the phone before heading towards the bathroom.
“Sorry, Jacky,” He said, turning back. “Gotta take this. Don’t go anywhere.”
Jack forced a smile as the door shut and the lock clicked.
He sighed, knowing he was going to have to confront Dean with some very difficult questions – and soon.
But he already knew, when he got his answers, it would change everything.
