"But you feel it. Don't you..."

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(Mature content)

"I'm beginning to see a pattern." Jack says wearily as he opens the door of his penthouse to Dexter once again standing in his doorway.

"Just let me in. We need to talk." He says. Not even waiting for the invitation as he pushes past Jack's arm, which was holding the door open. Jack pushes the door closed and follows Dexter into the living space.

"You want to talk now? You just got out of the car without saying a word!" Jack says. It was as if he had been holding onto the sentence, ready to say it.

"Touch me."

"What?"

"Just touch me Jack, turn me on." Dexter says in desperation as he pulls at Jack's hand and places it on his clothed crotch.

"What has gotten into you Dex? Surely you've had enough for one day." Jack says, retracting the hand as soon as Dexter released his grip.

"I need to know." Dexter says getting closer to Jack. "I need to know if I've still got it."

"Dex. What is this about? What happened?" Jack says, his voice trying to sound sympathetic to Dexter's cause.

"I couldn't perform." Dexter looks down as if ashamed. "I don't know what happened, but I just couldn't get it up. It's never happened before." He looks at Jack who just says nothing. Dexter takes a step towards him, grabbing his white tee. "Jack, why didn't you come with me back there?"

Jack removes Dexter's fingers from his clothes as he steps back. He walks over to the window, looking out at the night sky. "Like I said, I was tired." He says, but the excuse didn't sound at all convincing, not even to him.

Dexter walks over to Jack by the window. He stands next to him, also taking in the night view of the city. "I think I know why." He says, not once taking his eyes from the view.

"Go on then, tell me." Jack says, amused at Dexter's sudden wisdom about what was going on in his own head.

"After leaving the motel, you felt different. You felt like it wasn't just about the sex, or the thrill. You felt like there was something extra between us."

"Look, we know all that Dex. We have already laid the past to rest. We have already told each other how we feel, that there's more between us." Jack looks at Dexter and is surprised to see that the man has turned to look at him.

"But you feel it. Don't you... the jealousy, possession." Dexter looks into Jack's eyes, trying to work him out, to see how his words were affecting him. "You don't want anyone else with me but you."

"You would love that wouldn't you!" Jack laughs sarcastically as he turns his back on Dexter.

"Shit Jack, don't you get it?" Dexter takes a step closer behind him. "I couldn't do it tonight. I couldn't do my job because you weren't there. It's you Jack. You're the only one who can turn me on from now on. Just you."

Jack hears the words coming from Dexter's mouth. A slow smile spreads across his face. He turns around to face him. "You couldn't do it?" He says as if he wants Dexter to say it again.

Dexter pushes Jack back lightly. "Don't make me repeat it. You were jealous of me too."

"Maybe." Jack looks down a little embarrassed to admit it. "I know it's your job, but after seeing you with that Simon guy, I loved it, you were so fucking hot." He looks back up at Dexter with a more serious face. "I only want you to be that way with someone else, with me watching, but I know that's selfish."

"That's beautiful." Dexter interrupts. He pulls Jack close for a kiss. Lips crashing together. Jack pushes Dexter back against the glass. With Dexter pulling back, just slightly, his breathing fast and shallow. "See, only you." He says as he pushes his lower half forwards.

Jack feels the growing erection in his jeans. "You're a fucking sex machine. You know that." Jack says as he gives the area a squeeze in the palm of his hand.

"Just for you Jack." Dexter grins as their lips meet once again.

Jack wastes no time undoing the fly of Dexter's jeans and pushes his hand in. He pulls the hot and heavy length out into the open and begins to stroke. His other hand begins to ease down the denim jeans and underwear, with Dexter assisting and they eventually get kicked off and knocked away.

Jack's hand is now feeling its way around to Dexter's plump backside. He locates the soft and pleasantly pliable ring as he easily pushes two of his fingers deep inside. "You're still stretched." Jack mumbles into Dexter's mouth. "With the woman...did you?"

"No." Dexter is quick to reply, trying his best to get his words in between the gorgeous strokes he was receiving on his growing penis. "I just fucked her pussy with my fingers...mmm"

"Say it again." Jack hums as he begins to devour Dexter's neck with deep kisses.

Dexter lets a chuckle leave his lips. "You want to hear how I rubbed my fingers all over her throbbing clit? How...how wet she was in her underwear?"

"Fuck...yeah...yeah tell me..." Jack insists as he lets go of Dexter's erection, only to expose his own and join them together.

"She was talking... like...oh yeah baby boy..."

"You like being called baby boy?" Jack moves his head away from Dexter's neck and halts his actions as he questions it.

"She likes it. She calls herself mummy, I'm her baby boy." Dexter says grinning widely. "Why?" He questions, as he looks at Jack, tilting his head to one side. Do you want to be my daddy?"

Jack cannot believe what he is hearing. How could Dexter up the ante each time they got together? He pulls Dexter up by his thighs, with his legs wrapping around Jack's waist, as Dexter is sandwiched between the glass window and Jack's body. "I'll be your daddy." he whispers.