Double Jackson by Raven McAllan

Author:Raven McAllan [McAllan, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Coll watched the color leech out of Jack's face. He stretched his arm over his lover, and picked up the first phone his fingers touched. He held it over his head and squinted.

"S'yours…Fizz. I abdicate my position. You can take it." He thrust the phone toward Jack.

"You're all heart," Jack took hold of the phone as if it were a time bomb about to go off. Which, Coll decided it might well be. He stared at Jack, and willed his positive thoughts to be heard as Jack connected the call.

"Hi, Fizz. Hold on, I want to put this on speakerphone so I don't have to repeat it to Coll."

"Where are you? No, don't tell me if it's too much information. Are you at home?" Her voice was loud and tinny in the room. "Do you have today's paper handy? Is there a clock or three around? Are you decent?" The staccato questions came thick and fast. "Jack?"

Coll's eyes widened and he shook his head at his lover's silent question. He had no idea what the inquisition was all about.

"Kitchen? With iPad and phone?" Jack could be as brusque as the next person when it was warranted. "Naked."

"That'll do." Fizz's voice ebbed and flowed as the signal changed strength. "Well, not the naked bit. Clothed. Plus a paper or two and remember, decently dressed. Do it now and send it to me please. I'll be with you as soon as I can. About ten minutes, I reckon." The phone went dead.

Jack looked at Coll, who raised one eyebrow.

"Oh, shit."

"Oh, fuck. Her ten is five. I don't think she means in our birthday suits." Jack pinched Coll's left nipple and rolled of the bed to land on his feet.

"Bastard. I wish I was that agile." Coll sat up, stretched and then stood up slowly.

"Ha. If you had to do the stuff I do in this series you'd be limber as well. Problem is at the end I'll be arthritic and stiff as an excited cock everywhere, not just in my dick." He jogged into the bathroom, and with a wry grin, Coll followed him.

Jack had the shower on full blast. As Coll watched he spun round under the water three times and got out.

"Over to you. I'll go hunt up iPads and stuff." Jack rubbed his hands over his hair and snagged a towel as he moved swiftly away.

"Cover up your jiggles, then," Coll called after him. "No cock rock on display."

A whistle was his reply.

Coll wasn't under the water much longer than it took to wash any traces of sex from his body, and soak his sweat-slicked hair. He flicked a towel across his body in the hope some water would be caught and absorbed and then pulled on a clean t-shirt before he ignored boxers, and thrust his damp legs into linen trousers and deck shoes. The material of the trousers chafed his skin and he wriggled uncomfortably. Maybe he should have donned underwear after all. The last thing he wanted was a rash on his cock from the nylon thread used in his clothes.

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