Before, After
“If you had a putty knife,” Jack singsonged, pointing at Daniel, as he then dipped the putty knife in the spackling jar.
“I take it that’s a hint, Jack?”
“You could putty in the hallway, you could putty in the kitchen entrance,”
“Okay, I get it, Jack. But it started raining and I couldn’t get your garage door open—”
“All over MY hooouse.”
“It was a bad idea, taking my bike—”
“Wet bike,” Jack clarified.
“Fine—’wet’ bike through the house was a bad idea. Sorry about the drywall, but really I don’t see a whole lot of damage. Not like the last time this happened and, if you recall, I was the one that bought all the repair stuff you needed to fix it then. Uh, what are you doing?”
Jack typed something on his phone under the picture he’d just taken and pressed another button. He then moved to another area of damaged drywall and repeated the procedure.
Daniel’s phone beeped. He checked the two messages he’d just received, looking annoyingly at the attached pictures. “You’re sending them to me?” Daniel’s phone beeped again. “One at a time? And what’s with these texted messages: ‘before’ over pics with dented drywall and ‘after’ on pics you’ve puttied?”
Jack merely stood up with putty knife in tow and stared at Daniel.
“Okay, fine, you’re mad. I said I would help with the repairs again.”
“If you had a rug cleaner, you could clean a trail of mud in your hallway,” Jack singsonged again.
“It was pouring down rain! The garage door wouldn’t budge. How was I supposed to know you’d just mulched. I did take off my shoes and socks at least before I tried to carry the bike through the hallway to the garage. It wasn’t until I jammed my finger against the handle bar and the wall that I accidentally lost my grip on it and it crashed into the other wall…and uh, left that mud stain on your rug. Sorry. It did hurt though. See the bruise on my finger? Daniel held up a finger with a tiny red mark on it, trying for a pouty puppy dog look that usually melted Jack.
Jack ignored him, stood up from the floor, and pressed a button on his phone.
Daniel’s phone beeped, but he was damned if he would check who called. He knew who called because two annoyed brown eyes were glaring at him and kept glancing down at his phone.
“Jack, I know it’s from you.”
Jack continued to glare at him with more insistent glances toward his phone.
Daniel sighed. “Fine, I’ll just check to see who called me. Oh look, it’s from Jack. Should I open it or wait until later?” A mischievous thought entered his mind. “Since I’m dripping wet in these clothes, including these biker pants?”
Jack’s eyes involuntarily dropped to Daniel’s bike pants, wet and snug. The putty knife forgotten, as he watched Daniel turn away from him so he had a full view of his lover’s firm, tone buttocks outlined nicely in the wet material, and his hair… wet and dark with dripping strands… sexy. Why hadn’t he noticed that?
“Before,” Daniel said over his shoulder as he started to gently sway his hips. He lifted his soaked shirt over his head, flinging it toward the kitchen. He then bent over slowly until his hands touched his feet, letting them slowly glide back up his legs, over the wet material to the rim of the pants. He could see Jack through his legs; he had his lover’s full attention.
Gripping the wet material, he slowly pulled it off over his buttocks, down his legs, then over his feet. He then spread his legs, leaning up slightly to be able see Jack’s face and let Jack see all of him. “After,” he said coyly, sucking on his hurt finger. He reached over to a bottom drawer of a hallway desk and pulled out a tube of lotion. Jack’s eyes followed his fingers and he squeezed a gob of lotion on them. He said seductively, “before,” slowly inserting two of fingers into his tight hole.
Daniel gasped as he inserted another finger, while turning slightly so that Jack could see him lather his fully erect penis with the lotion. “Think I could persuade you to stop what you’re doing and help me with my ‘after’?”
Putty knife and phone were tossed on the counter as Jack made quick work with his own pants. Kicking them to the side, he snatched up the lotion as he grabbed Daniel from behind and dragged him over the couch, pushing over the back of it. He lathered his eager cock listening to Daniel begging him to hurry up. He gripped Daniel hips and positioned his cock, slowly pushing past the slicked hole, and then he stopped.
“Whaaaaat? Jack, why’d you stop?” whined Daniel trying push back from the couch onto Jack’s heated cock.
Jack stopped him. “This doesn’t mean I’m not going to just let this slide,” he said as he slid a little more into Daniel.
“Oh, god,” Daniel moaned, “don’t lecture me now. Just fuck me.”
“I want you to remember this, so it won’t happen again.” He pushed in deliberately slowly, “befooooooore.”
Daniel gripped the couch as Jack painstakingly slowly filled him until Jack’s balls pressed up against him. Then just as slowly, Jack started pulling out, almost all the way. “After,” said Jack. He then slowly began to insert himself again. “Befoooooooooooore.”
Daniel couldn’t take this. He wanted fast and furious. He wanted ‘now’ sex. This was torture.
“After,” said Jack, as he pulled out almost completely again. “Befooooore.” He smiled when Daniel began to bang his head against the couch. He knew what he was doing. He also knew Daniel wanted him to fuck him like a wild beast and this was killing him.
“After.” Jack leaned over Daniel’s back and nipped his shoulder and neck.
Chills rippled through Daniel, emanating from the back of his neck below his ear. “Jack, you are killing me. Fuck me hard, now!”
“Befooooore.” This time he stayed deep in Daniel and then began to gyrate ever so slightly.
Daniel moaned, as he scratched his hands across the back of the couch. “Please, please, no more of this, please? Never again or I’ll fix the damage myself.”
“Afteeeer.” That was not the answer Jack wanted. “Befooooooooooore.”
“Auuugh, god! Jack, pleeeeeease. Never. It will never happen again.”
That’s better, thought Jack, and thank god, he couldn’t keep this up any longer. He wanted to fuck Daniel hard just like Daniel wanted. He placed his hands over Daniel’s, gripping them and pressing them into the couch. He them began to gyrate his hips until Daniel gasped again. “Promise?” asked Jack, as he blew in Daniel’s ear and pumped slightly, completely in control.
Daniel eyes fluttered as the sensation ran through him. “Promise,” Daniel groaned. Intense heat began to build to burning as Jack began to pump him. He dropped his face into a couch pillow. “Oh yes, yes,” he moaned.
Jack pulled Daniel’s arm closer as he used the leverage to begin thrusting fast and hard. It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar intense burning course through him.
He swept his lover up, pulling him close. Still gripping Daniel’s wrists, he wrapped his arms around his lover’s sweating, wet body while continuing to pump relentlessly into him. “You want your ‘after’?”
Daniel tried to answer between grunts, as pleasure strummed through him with each thrust, but could only succeed in nodding. Jack dragged one of his hands down, placing his and Daniel’s hands over Daniel’s leaking, stiff cock. He wrapped both their hands around his shaft.
“Oh god, yes.” Daniel groaned as he dropped his head back while Jack pumped his cock and Jack’s cock pumped him.
“Come for me, now.” Jack ordered, finding he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Daniel gasped Jack’s name and came in Jack’s and his own hands as a delicious burning seared through him. A moment later, Jack stiffened and groaned as he came in Daniel.
Spent, their legs couldn’t seem to support them and they both tumbled to the carpet.
“That was fucking incredible, Jack.”
“I was pretty impressive if I say so myself. I hope you learned your lesson?”
Daniel dragged himself up and then got to his feet. “Oh yeah, crystal. If I track mud in the house or dent your drywall, I get fucked.”
Lying on the floor, Jack frowned as Daniel headed for the garage. “That wasn’t quite the lesson I was talking about.”
Jack was applying the putty to the last dent in his drywall. Daniel had gone to the garage to wipe off and hang his bike.
As he was moved back to look at his work, he noticed Daniel’s shirt and bike pants, still wet, on the carpet at the entrance to the kitchen. He picked them up, annoyed that Daniel tended to drop clothes around his house, forgetting to put them in the hamper or straight into the washer. He’d have to have another lecture about that with Daniel. The sound of the shower caught his attention as he glanced down the hallway toward the bathroom. A hand holding a towel extended from the doorway.
“Before,” said the owner of the hand as it dropped the towel on the floor. Jack heard Daniel groan in enjoyment as he must have entered the shower to let all that warm water drain down his body, fully naked, lathered…
The wet clothes lay forgotten as Jack sprinted toward the bathroom to help make another ‘after’ happen.
The End
