Opposites

Jack sat in a dilapidated easy chair, drinking a beer. He had hoped that with enough beer the raging hard on he'd been sporting for most of the day would go away. No such luck. He downed the last of the beer and peered at the wall, swaying in his seat. With an over arm throw he smashed the bottle against the wall; it landed with a wet tinkle on top of the large pile of already broken bottles. He stared at the stained ceiling, fists clenched around the material of the chair. He was not going to touch himself. It just made it worse. Tru was what he really wanted and it felt like she was always out of reach. In moments of desperation over the past weeks he'd tried to find her, make her see him because no one else did. Maybe she knew he was coming because all that was left was the scent of honey in the air and need running in his veins.

He wouldn't have thought life could get anymore pointless but he'd been wrong. When this whole mess had started, it had felt right. He could see what needed to be done in a way he'd never had before. He'd seen the imbalance and when he'd been offered a chance to do something about it he'd jumped on it. Richard had been friendly enough, showed him the ropes though he hadn't really needed it. Jack's jaw clenched.

"Asshole!" He growled to himself. The bastard had set him up and set him up royally. "He knew...the whole time he knew." The words were slurred and there was an equal mixture of anger and emptiness. His mind replayed the first version of today. Richard had looked at him with that tight smile of his and asked him if he'd fucked Tru yet. His own daughter! Richard's grating laugh still hung in his ears. Jack had not needed the very detailed descriptions of Tru's parents’ sex life that followed.

"That's how you control a woman like that Jack. Make them want it and they'll beg so sweetly. Music to the ears."

Just thinking the words made his rage rise. He didn't like Tru. She was condescending, overconfident, and a serious bitch. But she was also a worthy opponent and sexy as hell. The seed of doubt about his own purpose in the world had crept in. What the hell was he doing? He'd taken cues from a man even more twisted than he was. Who would have thought such a person existed?

So this morning he'd done what any sane person would do. He'd skipped the meeting with Richard and bought a whole lot of beer. It was cold comfort to think that Richard didn't know he'd given Jack some unexpected information. Maybe. Jack frowned. He still wasn't sure if Richard remembered a damn thing from the re-lived days.

Suddenly, he felt a low humming in his belly. He shuddered, almost on the edge of an orgasm. She was here. Panic filled his beer-fogged brain. He heard the door open and close, murmured voices, and the smell of honey curled around him. Jack closed his eyes and tried valiantly to prepare for a verbal battle. When he opened them, Tru was standing across the room glaring at him.

"What the hell are you doing? What kind of sick game is it this time, Jack?" She demanded angrily, arms folded across her chest. Jack bit back a groan at the full globes pressed up so invitingly.

"Can't a man drink in peace?" He snarled back.

"Not when he's you. I spent every second of today waiting for you to make your move. Nothing. So now I want to know why I saved someone with so much as a peep from you." She taken a few steps forward in her anger and it was as if sobriety came with her. She was too close. She had to leave. Or stay. Or do something, anything other than stand there and look unavailable.

"Women, can't live with 'em, can't ship 'em all to Canada." Jack gave a wink and a grin to an imaginary buddy. "Tru, you complain when I try to stop you. You complain when I don't. Make you your mind. Is it so strange to think I might have wanted a day off? So piss off and leave me to it."

Tru just stared at him, eyes narrowed.

"Are you deaf? Go away!" He stood, feeling more sober with every passing moment and resenting her for it. "Today you win. Good for you tiger. Leave now." He stepped closer before he realized he'd done it.

Tru continued to stare at him only now she looked worried.

Jack shook his head and tried to think. Why the hell was she staring at him? Didn't she understand the torture her presence was? He blinked and realized he'd missed something she'd said.

"What?" he barked.

"I thought it was just me." Tru said louder, cutting him an irritated look.

"What?" He said again, starting to feel like a parrot.

"You're just as off your rocker as I am." She said bluntly and looked pointedly at the erection tenting his boxer shorts.

"Yeah, so?" Jack asked, shrugging his shoulders tiredly.

They stood there looking at each other awkwardly for a moment or two before pouncing on each other. This was heaven. Everything faded away until it was just her mouth, her scent enveloping him. He tugged her by her belt towards the bed.

Their mouths parted for a moment so he could tug her shirt over her head and even that seemed like too long. Her hot hand stroked his cock through the thin material of his boxers and he groaned loudly into her mouth. Fumbling, he finally got her bra off. He pushed her onto the bed, pulling his shirt off before falling onto her hungrily. Jack clasped his mouth over one nipple while his hand closed on the other. She made a sound in the back of her throat, low and desperate, that was almost enough to make him come right there. He moved his mouth up her neck and back to the lushness of her mouth. He didn't understand why this happened but it made everything worth it. The world made sense in his head again when she was against him.

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. He fleetingly wondered where her pants had gone and then decided he didn't care as she guided his turgid cock to her wet opening.

"Look at me Jack." She whispered breathily. He knew it was a mistake and did it anyway. Her heat closed over him and he fell into her eyes. Peace filled him as she rode him and he watched his member disappear into her slick folds with fascination.

Tru was trembling on top of him and his own orgasm was building. As much as he needed it, part of him wanted this to last forever. Tru's head fell back as she panted.

"Look at me Tru. I want to see you cum." He groaned under her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth was open as she gasped. He felt her go, felt her inner muscles squeeze around him and he came with a shout. The world spun. Balance was achieved. All was right in the world.

Then reality came crashing back. Whatever else was going on, they were mortal enemies. Opposite sides of the same coin and nothing good could ever come of this. Jack opened his mouth and was startled when Tru's hand covered it.

"Don't say it. Whatever it is, I don't care. Let's just enjoy the moment and then I'll go. Please, don't say anything."

Her hand moved away as Jack nodded and for the first time he relaxed into the afterglow. He felt truly sleepy rather than exhausted.

Jack sighed as she pulled away from him. He watched her dress in silence and almost said something but he didn't know what to say. She walked away with that cocky swagger than drove him nuts, looking over at him like she was going to say something, and then vanished from the apartment.

"What a mess..." Jack mumbled before passing out.