The Boys From Tennessee

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17. Domination. M/M slash. Oral sex. Anal sex.
Pairing: Jack & Peter in the hatch bathroom and shower together
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 12 (12/60)
Jack’s In Control

An hour before sunset, Jack came back to check on Peter and see if he’d gotten his shower, but he hadn’t.

“I thought Sawyer might be back earlier, but I guess he’s been cooped up so much in here, he was glad to get out. I think he was going to get Kate to cut his hair,” Peter said.

Jack gave a little smile. “Yes, I saw Kate giving him a haircut. I think she was making him a little nervous with how short she might make it. He kept giving her instructions. They were at the beach. I went by and gave Sawyer his dose of the antibiotic he’s taking.”

Peter looked at Jack. “Well, Jack, can you help me get a shower then? He might not come back tonight at all if he’s with Kate. Plus I am desperate for a shower. I haven’t bathed since the morning before my breakup with Julie, and I bled all over myself, plus I’ve got to be ripe by now.”

“Sure,” Jack said. “I might as well get one too, cause I’m sure to get wet trying to wash your head and scalp in that shower. Let me get your bandages off, we’ll have to dry you carefully afterwards and put on fresh ones, and put the nose splint back on too.” Jack removed the bandages and said he’d go make sure there were soap, shampoo and towels in the shower.

“Well, I’m gonna get fresh clothes and can meet you there in a few minutes.”

It’s going to be okay, Jack was telling himself, I’ll wash his hair and back and get a quick rinse myself and then I’ll give him some privacy. But Jack was also fantasizing about starting something with Peter and maybe fucking him in the shower. It’d been months since he’d had sex.

Jack beat Peter to the shower room and had already disrobed and was waiting on him. He was trying hard to think of neutral things and not about Peter being naked in the shower with him. Peter came in with his change of clothing and his toiletries case. Must have still been in his luggage Jack thought. They both smiled and nodded at each other, each a little nervous. Jack was buck naked and it was all Peter could do to not ogle him. He wanted to touch him badly, to run his hands through the hair on Jack’s chest and body.

“Can you help me get this shirt off over my head? I’m still trying to stay clear of my nose and eye.”

“Sure, no problem,” Jack replied. He came over and carefully helped pull the shirt off over his head.

“Next!” Peter said as he smiled. He didn’t really expect Jack to continue, but he did. Jack unbuttoned Peter’s jeans and then so slowly drew down the zipper followed by the jeans themselves, which he helped him step out of. Next Jack gave his boxers a quick tug down and Peter’s breath hitched as he removed them. He felt consumed with lust towards Jack. His body was lean and muscular, much like the body of a runner or athlete. He was in great shape. He wondered what sports Jack had played in school.

“Can I ask you to do something for me first?” Peter asked.

“Depends what it is,” Jack smiled.

“Since my eye is still in bad shape, can you give me a shave? My depth perception is off and I can’t see that side of my face well in the mirror. I’ve got a regular one blade razor, shaving cream, and plenty of flat razor blades.”

“That’s an old fashioned razor. I’m surprised you use that. Most guys your age use an electric razor or disposables.”

Peter looked down. “It’s what my old man used and what I grew up using. I like the closeness of the shave it gives.”

“I’ll be glad to shave you Peter, if I can get one also.”

“That would be fine. Why don’t you go first, since you’d probably be faster on yourself than on me?”

“Okay, if you want. What are you going to do?”

“Sit and watch you ‘til it’s my turn.” Peter handed the razor, blades and shaving cream to Jack. Jack stood in front of the mirror, wet his face, and began shaving his beard. He was enjoying the sensation until he nicked himself and gave a little hiss.

“That’s the other reason I wanted you to go first,” Peter laughed. “Let you get the hang of it before shaving me.”

“Cute.” Jack finally finished, rinsed his face and patted it dry.

Peter hopped up and walked over to Jack. “Let me see how you did,” he joked, as he stroked Jack slowly over his face, feeling the closeness and smoothness of the shave. Shucks, he thought, I want him right now, but he said, “Just like a baby’s behind. Think you can shave me that close too?”

“I think so, come and stand here at the sink and face the mirror.” Peter turned around to face the sink.

“Go ahead and wet your face and I’ll lather you up,” Jack directed. Peter wet a washcloth in the hot water and held it against his face, enjoying the warmth. Jack sprayed the shaving cream into his left hand and suddenly Peter found himself pressed against the sink, Jack pressed against his back, slowly lathering his face. He noticed in the mirror that Jack looked to be about two inches taller than him. “Don’t move, or I might cut you,” Jack ordered. Peter could feel his cock starting to stir. Jack stood just slightly to the side so he could see the mirror and reached his arms around Peter and began shaving him in slow sure strokes. This is the most erotic shave I’ve ever gotten Peter thought. He’s already making me hard and we’re not even in the blasted shower yet. Jack worked slowly and meticulously and would stop occasionally to feel Peter’s face to see if he was satisfied with the closeness of the shave. Finally he finished and he directed Peter to rinse his face and dry it so he could see how well he did. Peter did as he was told and Jack turned him around for inspection. He took both his hands and stroked them over Peter’s lips, cheeks, jaw and neck and pronounced them as smooth as a baby’s behind. He stepped against Peter and slowly rubbed his freshly shaved face against the side of Peter’s. He could feel Peter responding to him. Then Jack did something Peter wasn’t expecting. He slid his tongue along Peter’s mouth, jaw and cheek to his ear leaving a wet path and kissing him on the side of his neck. A moan escaped from Peter and he felt weak in the knees. Jack could see he’d made Peter hard already. He took Peter by the hand and led him over to the shower area. Peter had already made up his mind that he was going to do whatever Jack wanted. Whatever Jack asked of him.

Jack’s earlier resolve to not have sex with Peter was gone. All he’d thought of all day were the sexual things he’d told him he’d done. He wanted to possess Peter, make him respond, make him come, make him call his name. Jack turned on the shower, let it warm and pulled Peter into the spray where he joined him. “Bend over some so I can lather your head, and see what I’m doing,” Jack directed. Peter bent over and Jack began carefully lathering his head, taking care not to scrub the stitches in his scalp. Peter was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having his long hair washed by Jack – he was beginning to relax a bit. Jack pulled Peter back under the shower head to rinse the shampoo away. Then he handed the shampoo to Peter and said, “Now me.” Peter liked shampooing and massaging Jack’s head. He took some of the lather and rubbed it through the hair on Jack’s chest and abdomen. He sighed. Jack stepped back under the shower and rinsed off. Then he took the bar of soap and began to wash Peters’ back, arms and chest. Peter let his hands move to Jack’s waist. Jack began massaging his breasts and chest harder, running his finger repeatedly over his nipples. He noticed how his nipples grew erect and without warning he reached out and twisted them both roughly. Peter sucked in air at the shock of it, and his breathing was ragged now. Jack loved how responsive Peter was, how submissive he seemed, how he did whatever he asked. Jack pulled Peter closer and started to slide his body against Peter’s soapy one, he took Peter’s face in his hand, held it still and stroked Peter’s lips with his tongue. Peter willingly opened his mouth and Jack slid in, wanting to taste him, take him. Peter made a soft whimpering noise that made Jack kiss him even harder, rougher. Jack pushed them both back under the shower so they would both be rinsed. Then he slowly backed Peter against the shower tile and held him there with his finger tips. The tile was cold at first and Peter protested, moving away, but Jack growled at him, “Stay where I put you and don’t move! Do what I say – understand?” Peter was so aroused all he could do was nod. “Hold onto the railing,” he commanded. He took the soap, bent down and began to lather him up from the feet going slowly up his body, washing him on both sides as he slid upwards. He lathered his hands and ran them over Peter’s compact ass, all through his pubic hair, then massaged the area around his cock. Peter was groaning and having problems staying still. Then Jack started teasing his balls and underside of his cock, before he grabbed it and made slow even strokes with his hand.

“Oh God Jack,” Peter said loudly and his head rolled back. He wanted desperately to touch Jack and he moved his hands and touched Jack’s cock, but Jack wouldn’t have it yet.

“No! What did I tell you?” Jack asked, pushing him and his hands back against the cold tile wall and holding him there pinned by his wrists. Jack stepped closer so he was right up in Peter’s face. “You’ve been bad now and you’ll have to be punished. Are you going to do whatever I say and take whatever punishment I give you?” Peter wasn’t sure and he looked away. Jack reached up and grabbed his face between his index finger and thumb, forcing Peter to look at him. “Look at me and answer me Peter. Are you going to take whatever punishment I give you and accept it?” Peter made an uncertain little noise and slowly shook his head yes. He was unsure what Jack had in mind and it was making him nervous. Jack was definitely topping him. Jack pulled him back into the shower stream and rinsed him, then he grabbed Peter and roughly turned him around facing the shower bar. “Hold onto the shower bar and bend over. No talking. Talking will add to your time.” Peter did it and he was shaking in anticipation. Jack took the soap and lathered up his hands and then ran his hands up Peter’s butt. He held his butt cheeks open and began to tease the puckered opening with his soapy index finger. Not sticking more than one to two inches into his ass, but moving his finger around in circles, playing with the outer sphincter muscle. Peter was breathing hard now. He hated this excruciating, slow probing. Why couldn’t Jack just go ahead and fuck him? Jack made a soft wicked laugh asking him, “Is this making you crazy Peter? Do you want me to fuck you?” Peter nodded affirmatively. “Well, slut, I’m gonna finger fuck you until you can’t stand up,” Jack whispered in his ear. Peter made a loud whimper, almost saying noooo. Jack stuck his whole index finger in and slowly moved it in and out. He took his left hand and wrapped it around Peter’s left thigh and pushed his finger tips and thumb so hard against him, holding him still between his finger tips and his other index finger fucking him, that Peter yelped. Jack didn’t let up the pressure. Peter rested his forehead against the tile. Jack was marking him. In a few minutes Jack eased up and added his middle finger with his index finger, scissoring his fingers, opening him more. He kept up the slow maddening pace in and out when he started searching for his prostate. Peter was moaning wantonly, moaning Jack’s name, hardly able to contain himself. Both of his legs were quivering from the sensations of the finger fucking Jack was giving him. When Jack added a third finger to the ass fuck, Peter shuddered as he inserted it, stretching Peter a little bit more. He wanted to move so badly, to push back against his hand, to go faster. Jack pulled his fingers out slowly and washed them off. He’d taken his hands totally off Peter. He could tell Jack was moving about and had thrown something down in the shower behind him. “Back up Peter.” He began to back up and Jack turned him towards him. “On your knees on the towel, and don’t do anything unless I tell you to.” Peter nodded as got down on his knees. He looked at Jack’s cock which was almost erect and it was really large. Jack was very well endowed. His penis was large, long and very thick. No wonder he had spent so much time stretching him out. Jack stepped in front of him and tipped Peter’s face up towards him with one finger. “Do exactly as I say, tell me do you understand me?”

“Yes Jack, I understand.”

“I don’t want your hands to touch me. Only your mouth and your tongue. I want you to lick the underside of my cock from my balls all the way up to the tip.” Jack held his cock down where Peter could lick it. “Do it again,” he ordered. Jack let out a moan this time. It was almost too much seeing Peter on his knees licking his cock, under his control. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now Peter, try and relax your mouth and throat.” Jack took a handful of Peter’s hair and held it in his fist as he moved his cock into his mouth slowly, only gently pushing in what it seemed Peter could take. “Look me in the eyes while I fuck your mouth Peter.” Peter looked up at him with his green eyes as Jack slowly thrust in and out. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous you take my damn breath away,” he whispered to Peter. He pulled his cock out of his mouth. “Stand up and turn around. Hands on the towel bar again. I’m gonna fuck you now.” Jack soaped up his cock and pressed it against Peter’s opening. “Try to relax, if you want to talk, moan or whatever I’m giving you permission now. Tell me if it hurts too badly.” Jack slowly pushed his cock about half way into Peter’s ass. Peter felt the intensity of the burn and such fullness, it was almost too much to stand -the pain and pleasure together.

“Wait Jack,” he whimpered as he desperately tried to relax more. After a few moments he whispered, “Go on Jack, I’m okay.” He pushed back as Jack thrust the rest of the way in. Jack reached around and took Peter’s cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. He other hand was traveling all over Peter’s body, caressing him. He was still going slow. “Please Jack speed up. I’m okay really. Fuck me harder. I can take it. I want it.” Jack gradually sped up and built up to pounding Peter’s ass. Peter’s moans were about three octaves higher now. He could feel Jack’s balls slapping against him. “Oh fuck Jack! I’m coming!” Peter screamed as his ass clenched unbelievably tight and he came all over Jack’s hand. Jack wasn’t far behind. Peter’s orgasm took Jack right over the top. He took Peter in his arms and walked him over against the tile again and leaned against him. As he held him he could feel aftershocks go through Peter’s body. Finally, Jack backed up and his penis slid out.

“Oh God Jack, I don’t know if I can walk.” Jack helped him back to a chair, seated him and kissed him so tenderly on the lips.

“Do you feel alright? I didn’t tear you up did I? Were you okay with everything?” Jack asked concerned as he began to dry Peter off with a big towel.

Peter whispered, “I’m more than okay. You were fantastic Jack. It’s like you knew what I wanted. I almost hurt my voice when I came.”

Jack took his face in his hands and planted another kiss on Peter’s lips. Peter opened his mouth and welcomed Jack’s tongue into it. Jack loved kissing him. He was so responsive, so yielding. Jack looked into his eyes, “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex and I’ve been thinking about you for days. Everything you told me this morning, just added fuel to the fire. You’re all I thought about all day. You made me want you more…”

“You ever bottomed Jack?”

“I did some in college and med school. It helped with all the craziness and pressure then.”

“I thought so. So do you switch roles?”

“I do sometimes, I can do both. But I’ve learned I enjoy topping better. It’s more challenging.”

“You usually don’t show people the Dom side of you though, do you Jack?”

“There’s only been a couple of people I’ve had the right relationship with,
trusted enough to do this with. It takes a certain amount of self control, knowledge, resilience, maturity, and experience.”

“You did a good job, but I bet I’m still gonna be sore.”

Concern was written all over Jack’s face, “I’ll have to make it up to you later. Now let me finish cleaning you up and dressing your wounds.” He slowly kissed Peter on his forehead and whispered, “God – you are incredible Peter.”