Just six weeks, he thought, of going out and partying and cooking instant noodles and splitting the grocery bills—but this, them, it wasn’t just six weeks. It was four years. It felt like their whole lives.

Jack sipped cold champagne, nose tickling from the bubbles, and he clenched. “Fuck.”

He turned, setting down his glass again, and climbed on top of Theo, water sloshing over to the floor. He ran his hand over Theo’s neck, over the firm planes of his chest, his tight pink nipples, down over his stomach, gripping onto his cock.

Jack stroked, slowly, pressure just a hair too light, and watched the mingled frustration and pleasure shifting on Theo’s face. “I want to do something.”

Theo rolled his eyes back. “Well, you should damn well do it.”

He laughed, then bent over and kissed that spot under Theo’s ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

While he spoke, he pulled, firmer, and Theo tensed, gasped, and came.

“Uh.” Theo blushed a little and thunked his head back on the edge of the tub. “I think we’re going to need to wait a minute.”

Jack dropped his head to Theo’s neck. Tried not to laugh. Started smiling against his skin.

And giggled.

“Are you laughing at me, Gardner?”

“No.” He tried to hold on to himself. “Not at all, never.”

“I’ll have you know that you had nothing to do with that.” Theo twitched, lifting his head and grumbling.

Jack kept his face where it was, grinning. “No?”

“It was the bath, obviously.”

“You get turned on by baths?”

“Well,” still prickly, but running his hands gently over Jack’s ass, “What else do you do in a bath? It’s just a...common association.”

Jack picked his head up and kissed Theo, right at the corner of his mouth where he kept his secret smiles. “Makes sense.”

“Of course. Now get off me, I’m boiling.”

They dried off, thoroughly taking advantage of the fluffy towels, and fell back onto the bed. Theo reached for Jack’s—achingly hard—cock, but he slapped the hand away.

“Just—let me.” Jack got up onto his knees, sat back on his heels.

Theo’s eyes were so soft, the gray as misty and ephemeral as Irish rain. “You planning on putting on a show?”

He gestured toward Jack’s prick, practically dripping with arousal, and Jack shook his head, shy. But then he felt a sense of resolve—

He wanted everything. Every stupid, sexy, dirty thing—he wanted it all.

Jack lifted one of Theo’s legs, planting his foot on the mattress, then the other.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up, Theo.”

“Well, fuck y—” His voice came to an abrupt stop as Jack mouthed at the tender skin of his inner thighs.