Friends with Benefits

Jack’s alarm went off at 9 AM as always, buzzing irritation in his ear. He fumbled, knocked miscellaneous things off the side table in the process and finally succeeded in slapping it off.  He groaned, buried his face deeper into the mess of pillows and sleeping bags that made up his couch-bed and pulled the covers tighter around him all the while wondering why he still bothered to set an alarm on his day off.

As if in response to his wondering, he heard Aaron rustling in the chair next to him.

“Why did you even set that? You have the day off, dumbass.”

Jack groaned again and sat up, covers still wrapped around his head. Aaron set down his book, stared at him for a second before laughing.

Oblivious, Jack stared back before finally asking “What?”

Aaron shook his head, tossed a pack of cigarettes at him and sighed. “You look like…a drunk who wandered into a refugee camp. “  Jack flipped him off on instinct, lighting a cigarette with his other hand. “Up yours, buddy”.

Aaron marked his page and set the book down, kicking his legs over the arm of the chair. “Seriously, though, why’d you set an alarm? Was there something we’re supposed to be doing today?”

Jack sat for a second, looking almost comatose while he went down the list in his head. Rent was paid, electricity was good and the kitchen was overstocked thanks to random early morning trips to the all night grocery store.  He shrugged and dug around behind him for his glasses. “Nope. We’re good. “

Aaron raised an eyebrow, smirking. “So, you’re up at 9 AM….on your day off…why exactly?”

Jack grunted and shrugged, butting the cigarette out in an empty can on the floor. He crawled off the couch, trailing the huge quilt behind him and wandered off down the hallway, thin blonde hair sticking up at every angle. Aaron snickered again, watching him go. “Nice look you’ve got there, man. The Beetlejuice hair is really working for you this morning.”

Aaron sighed and leaned back against the other arm of the chair, hoping it wouldn’t fall apart under him and ran a hand through his own hair and grimacing. “I need a shower, bad. My hair’s feeling all sorts of disgusting.”

“That’s because you’re Italian.” Jack had sat back down on the couch and was leaning on Aaron’s legs. Aaron snorted and kicked at his shoulder lightly. “Yeah? Then what’s your excuse, Danish-boy?”

Jack shrugged again, the epitome of Not Caring. Aaron got up and started digging through a pile of semi-clean and recently washed clothes that hadn’t been put away yet. “Seriously, though. I’m gonna take a shower. Might as well do something productive if I’m already up this early.”

“I need a shower too. As you’ve already so kindly pointed out, I don’t have and excuse to be grimy.” Jack sneered jokingly, popping his knuckles.

“So? I won’t be in there long. You know how it is here, we traded water pressure for unending hot water. There’s gotta be an upside somewhere, right?”

Jack stared blankly at Aaron, giving him the “You’re an idiot” look.

“What? What’d I say?” Aaron finally snapped after a minute.

Jack’s mouth curled up into a wry smile as he leaned over the arm of the couch.
“I need a shower. You need a shower.”

Aaron’s mouth did a similar thing, one dark eyebrow raising in unison. “Ah, I see what you’re getting at. Kill two birds with one stone, right?”

Jack sat up off the couch and stretched. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

Jack was already stripped down before he got to the bedroom, which was nothing new to Aaron or anyone else that knew him. Jack was happiest in as little clothing as possible. When he had company over, he settled for shorts and t-shirts, occasionally shirtless but if it was just him and Aaron, he was almost always in his boxers.  Aaron was the complete opposite, as he realized now sitting on the toilet seat in jeans, two shirts and even shoes. Aaron, Jack had once commented, seemed to have a serious emotional attachment to his shoes bordering on the unnerving.

“Uh…you are going to get naked, right? We don’t have a dryer, and I know those are your favorite pants…” Jack cajoled him, sitting on the edge of the tub naked. Aaron breathed a quiet laugh, inexplicably nervous and feeling like an idiot. They’d seen each other naked enough times to be almost unphased by it, and after what’d happened in the old apartment a few nights ago he knew embarrassment at this point was more or less moot. He sighed and finally, almost grudgingly stripped down, all the while aware of Jack’s eyes on him.

Jack tested the water, almost fell in twice, and finally got it hot enough for both of their taste. Aaron shut the door halfway, thankful that Jack had at least let him keep the garish light off and only a little reluctantly followed suit.

Once in the shower, he felt much more comfortable though, especially with Jack’s looming presence next to him. He leaned back into the almost scalding spray and shivered, letting the water slick back his hair. Jack slid against him and curled his arms around Aaron’s shoulders, pulling him against him. Aaron smiled and let him, laying his head against Jack’s chest.  

Jack dropped an arm, retrieved shampoo, dumped a liberal amount onto Aaron’s head and started working it into his thick black hair. Aaron shivered again as Jack’s nails brushed the back of his neck, playing with his hair, setting him into an almost drool-inducing comfort. Jack gently pushed his head forward and ruffled his hair under the weak spray of water, his body pressed tightly against Aaron’s.  Aaron felt something in him shudder in excitement and he reached around to pull Jack closer to him. They stayed like that for a while, thin spray of water drizzling down onto them, steam pressing against the skin like hands. Eventually Aaron turned around and pulled Aaron’s face down to meet his, brushing their lips together.

“I love you, J” he whispered against Jack’s lips, his arms locked around Jack’s neck. Jack kissed him back, stubble brushing over Aaron’s cheek as he did. After a few seconds they let go and went back to actually showering, Aaron washing Jack’s hair this time. He dug out Jack’s sponge and washed him off, subconsciously always keeping himself as close as possible to him, loving the sensation of skin against skin. Aaron snickered when Jack twitched against him as his hands went lower and lower, running his fingertips over Jack’s hips while he washed him.  He rinsed the sponge and let Jack was him off, feeling only the tiniest bit silly for letting another man bathe him.

After what seemed like half an hour, the water finally started to cool off and they were forced to get out and find suitably clean towels.  Jack barely even dried himself off before wandering into the bedroom and flopping onto the bed. Aaron was digging through the closet almost immediately when he got back in before Jack sighed. “Can’t you just…not flip shit about being naked for once?”

Aaron faltered and shut the door, unaware that he’d pulled the towel tighter around himself. Jack was staring up at him almost desperately, which would’ve been a lot less amusing if he hadn’t been ass naked.  Aaron finally caved and sat down on the bed next to him, giving the closet one last longing stare.

“Okay, fine. You win this time. This does feel nice.”

Jack pulled him tighter, burrowing his chin against Aaron’s neck and repeated for the second time “This feels wonderful”. One hand slid down to Aaron’s hips and curled around them, at the same time both possessive and tender. Aaron bit his lip against a moan and slipped his fingers into Jack’s other hand, breathing out a shaky sigh. “What’s wrong? What, is this awkward?”

Aaron laughed, almost embarrassed and shook his head against the pillow. “What? Fuck no, no it’s not awkward it’s…its great.” He could almost see Jack’s eyebrows furrowing as he asked “Then what?”

Aaron felt his face flush and was suddenly grateful that Jack was behind him as he half-mumbled out “You’re just really turning me on.”

Jack buried his face in Aaron’s shoulder and laughed, shaking the entire bed. “Ohhh. Okay. So?”

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and felt himself relax against Jack.
“So...you’re really turning me on. “

Jack slid the hand on Aaron’s hip lower and squeezed him lightly. Aaron sucked in a breath, biting his bottom lip again. Jack rumbled an evil chuckle behind him and did it again, his tongue flicking out across Aaron’s neck.

“Oh, you’re such an asshole.” Aaron gasped, his entire body prickling at the combined sensations.

Jack slid his fingers over Aaron’s dick, biting down on his neck and Aaron actually cried out in spite of his desperate self control. He felt Jack slipping his arm out from underneath him and fingers crawling into his hair, pulling at it. Aaron moaned again, pushing himself against Jack and feeling Jack’s cock doing the same.

“Ha, I’m not the only one turned on, dickhead” He managed to gasp as Jack squeezed him again. Jack rubbed himself against Aaron’s backside, breath catching in his throat as he did, and pulled hard on Aaron’s hair again. Aaron rolled over abruptly and slid on top of Jack, their erections briefly touching. Jack stared up at him, gray eyes blazing, a perverted little grin hiding at the corners of his mouth. He grabbed Aaron’s hair and pulled him down, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Aaron’s tongue slid into his mouth, his teeth scraping at Jack’s lips, his hips moving involuntarily against Jack’s.

Jack realized he was nearly painfully hard, his dick rubbing against Aaron’s ass, Aaron’s weight pressing into his chest.  Aaron broke the kiss first, gasping softly and whispered almost desperately in Jack’s ear “Fuck me”. 

With no hesitation, Jack shoved Aaron off of him and climbed on top of him, grabbing a handful of his shaggy black hair and pulling hard. Aaron squirmed beneath him, his chest heaving. Jack leaned in and licked a wet trail down Aaron’s chest, biting down on one of his nipples. Aaron made a weird growling noise in the back of his throat and shook, wrapping his arms around Jack and clutching him tightly.

“Are you sure?” Jack mumbled in his ear, half serious and half taunting. Aaron grabbed Jack’s ass hard, nails biting in to his skin. “If you don’t, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass.” Jack started to laugh but was shut up by Aaron pushing him over and burying his head between Jack’s legs. Jack’s entire body felt warm, Aaron’s wet mouth teasing the tip of his cock, his tongue licking wet swaths down the entire length.  After a few agonizingly slow minutes, Aaron pulled away and stared up at Jack with an almost starved look in his eyes.

Jack lifted Aaron’s legs up, glanced at him with one last second of apprehension and slowly pushed into him. Aaron moaned, nails clutching at the bed sheets.  He held himself for a second, the ensuing pleasure rushing to his head, the first time he’d actually fucked anyone in years. He brushed Aaron’s hair out of his eyes with one hand and moved a bit, slowly. Beneath him, Aaron was breathing heavy, his eyelids fluttering. “J, it’s okay. Please, for fuck’s sake, you’re not going to hurt me, love.”

Jack nodded and said “Okay” more to himself than anything and started in an out, Aaron’s tightness seemingly to pull at him. He pushed Aaron’s knees up and rested his shoulders against them, fucking him harder now that he wasn’t worried about hurting him, and watched Aaron’s reaction change from joy to complete ecstasy. He moved faster now, hips grinding against Aaron’s ass, nails biting into Aaron’s willing skin, his own eyes starting to fall shut in pleasure.

He slowed down to an almost complete stop, wanting to keep it going as long as possible and watched Aaron’s chest heave, his fingers twitching. He moved agonizingly slow, leaning in to kiss Aaron again. Aaron started to say something and he started back up, fucking him deeper now and sliding his hands up to choke Aaron while he did. Aaron’s chest seemed to vibrate as he half-gasped and moaned at the same time, his teeth clenching, nails scraping against Jack’s back. He gasped encouragement, urging Jack to choke him harder, screw him deeper, and above all else keep going.

Jack let go of Aaron’s throat and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him up against him. His fingers buried into Aaron’s hair while he pumped in and out, Aaron nearly sobbing in enjoyment. Jack felt himself getting close and slid a hand between them to rub the very tip of Aaron’s cock. Aaron’s body arched against him and he involuntarily bit down on Jack’s neck, his entire body convulsing against Jack’s. Jack shoved him back against the bed and fucked him almost viciously for another minute, his entire body tightening up. Aaron was still gasping, his hands weakly still pulling at Jack as he nodded, wanting him to come inside of him.

Jack pushed in deep as he could and held there for a second before moving again and again before he felt himself let go deep inside of Aaron. He was shaking when he pulled himself out, sucking in heavy breaths of air as he laid down next to Aaron, who was looking half-comatose from enjoyment.  Jack flopped back against the bed, breathing heavy. Aaron curled against him, laying his head against his chest.

“J…that was fucking fantastic. Fuck man, I’m still shaking” Aaron managed to gasp out, sliding a hand around Jack’s waist.  Jack nodded, unaware that a huge smile had spread across his face. “Yeah, yeah it was…we totally have to do this again sometime”.

“How’s tomorrow sound?” Aaron murmured, entirely serious. Jack shook his head and sighed contentedly, pulling Aaron tight against him as he drifted back to sleep. Aaron yawned and shifted his head so he could hear Jack’s heart beating and did the same.