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The door to the rental opened with a bang as two men stumbled inside. Jackson slammed Holland against the wall right next to the front door, and their lips met again. The teeth clanged, but they were too focused on getting more; they didn’t pay it any mind. Tongues brushed against one another, and Holland practically whimpered. They didn’t just want each other; they needed to be closer, like they needed air. Brushes of skin weren't enough anymore, they wanted to crawl under each other’s ribs and make themself at home.
Holland had his hands in Jackson's hair and was pulling them, while the other was gripping his waist and hips like he feared March would disappear one second. Healy pulled away from his lips to make his way down from the corner of his mouth to his smooth freshly shaved jaw. The feeling of his stubble brushing against the other’s moustache and goatee was enough to drive him crazy. March moaned when he felt Healy’s teeth nibble on his skin. The short beard was tickling him slightly, and the kisses on the sensitive skin of his neck were making him feel like he was about to pass out.
The hands on Holland’s waist were moved to unbutton the top buttons of the cream-colour shirt to gain access to even more of the skin. They were both still fully clothed but not for long. Holland took his hands off Jackson’s hair and reached to take off his leather jacket. Healy stopped the assault on the other’s neck and helped him to then do the same with the maroon suit jacket Holland was wearing. Both clothing items were forgotten quickly on the floor and March was pinned to the wall once more.
“Bedroom, now” growled Healy in his ear, lowering his voice.
It was enough to make him shiver. He nodded enthusiastically and felt hands on the back of his thighs. Healy picked him up with ease, which only made March feel more lightheaded. He hid his face in the crook of the other’s shoulder and let himself be carried to his bed. The hands under his legs were holding him hard in place, and it was all he could think about in the moment. Despite being sober, his mind felt like it was foggy. His back hit the mattress, and he heard Jackson groan.
“Sometimes I forget that I’m really not so young anymore,” He mumbled and leaned down to kiss Holland again.
March chuckled softly at that, and the kiss quickly grew more heated. He put his hands back on Healy like a hungry man. Jackson groped his waist with one hand as he used the other for support.
“Come on, you can be rougher than that.”
“Yeah? You like that? Want me to throw you around like a ragdoll?”
“God yes. Hit me. Don’t hold back. Don’t you dare.” He was pleading, and the excitement was only growing with every second.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just shut up and get to it, old man. You can do and say whatever you want, just make it hurt.” Holland rushed him as he was losing his patience. He couldn’t afford to let Healy back down from it. The need was killing him.
“Fucking brat, fine. Get your fucking shirt off, now.”
Holland didn’t have to be told twice. He got to work with the remaining buttons, but his hands were shaking so badly he was having a hard time with them.
“God, you can’t do anything right, can you?” Healy said and slapped his hands away while undoing the buttons on his first try. “It wasn’t that hard, so fucking useless.”
Holland was just looking through his long lashes at the man on top of him. His gaze intense with need.
“Think you can manage taking off your pants?”
March nodded frantically and took a deep breath before undoing the single button and zipper with slightly less shaky hands. With that, Healy straightened up and pulled off the dress pants in one motion over his thighs and down his long legs. Holland shuddered at that. Healy helped him get the shirt off his shoulders and threw it across the room somewhere near the pants that had landed just a moment ago. Today Holland forgo his undershirt which only made Jackson that much more excited.
“See, you can do it if you want to,” Healy smirked as he slapped his bare thighs.
Holland yelped at that and jumped a little, which only made Jackson lean more into it. He moved his eyes down to the very obvious tent in Holland’s boxers. Jackson was too impatient to take time and study the other’s body. He wanted to do it for so long, but he knew that Holland would soon lose all his patience. He dreamt about this moment for so long and wanted to get to it as soon as possible. He was so looking forward to the moment after they finished so he could just spend time observing his body while he stroked his skin. Right now, Jackson had a more exciting part ahead of him.
He reached down to take off the final piece of clothing that was giving Holland any sense of decency and pulled it off. Holland on impulse, brought his knees together to keep some scraps of decorum, but Jackson caught them and spread them to reveal everything.
All the beautiful tan skin he so craved to see was now on display. The only thing left on his body was the gold watch and the gold chain with the wedding ring meant for the long lost-love. It was burning holes in Jackson’s eyes. He would never ask him to take it off. No, that was not the problem, but the fear of never living up to the expectations was. How can one be anywhere near the perfection of the dead? He knew he could never be her, and Holland never asked him to, yet the silent thought was still there.
Jackson looked down to see the thing he wandered about for a while now. March was on the slightly bigger-than-average-side with neatly trimmed hair, like he was expecting this to happen. A fair happy trail led him to his goal. They were not that far apart from each other in size to his dismay. He hoped that there would be a bigger size difference between them than a mere centimeter or two. At least Healy was the thicker one, that was his only saving grace. A big vein could be seen from this angle as he twitched. Pearls of precum were forming on the tip, which almost made Jackson drool. That was a thing he would explore the next time. The next time, huh? The thought only made him feel warmer inside.
“Move to the center, ass in the air, face down on the pillow.”
Holland didn’t even nod before he was moving. It was embarrassing to do, but he was too high on the anticipation that he couldn’t think straight. He buried his face in the pillow and waited. He couldn’t stop his body from trembling. The anticipation was killing him.
Behind him, Healy reached into the bedside table and took out an almost full bottle of lube, like he knew it would be there. Like he already saw it there. The thought of Jackson being in his bedroom without him knowing shouldn’t have filled him even more with excitement. Before he could think about it more, he felt white-hot pain on his asscheek, and he let out a high-pitched squeak. An open hand landed just as quickly and unexpectedly on the other one. A moan just as high in pitch left his lips as another two landed on his skin. His back arched even lower when he felt light slaps down his hole right on the back of his ballsack. His whimpers filled the room. Healy didn’t put any real force into that. It was more tapping his palm on the most sensitive part of Holland’s body. They didn’t discuss how far March wanted him to go. Actually, they didn’t discuss anything.
As with most of the things in their partnership, it all started with an argument. If both of them were asked to say what it was about, neither would be able to recall it. They were yelling at each other the entire way back to the rental. When Healy finally parked the car in the driveway, he pulled March by the collar of his shirt. Right when he saw those blue eyes and slightly open lips, he forgot what he was going to say. He pulled him even closer and kissed him hard. The kiss grew only more heated with every second. It was truly a miracle that they even made it home instead of fucking right then and there.
Jackson slowly pulled his hand up Holland’s scrotum and stopped when his fingers caught on his hole. He circled the skin, then rubbed his two fingers up and down. He could feel Holland's body tremble under his touch and the visible ragged breaths. The tender moment ended as quickly as it started. Healy pulled his hand away to spank his cheeks once more. The whimpers came back as he tried to pull his knees together on instinct.
“God, look at you. Such a useless fucking whore. Can you do anything right besides bending over and spreading your legs?” His voice was low, but still louder than the sounds of skin on skin. “Answer me slut.” Jackson hit him even harder.
“No, I-I can’t.”
“That’s right. All you are good for is being a hole to fuck.” As Jackson said this, Holland could hear the lube bottle open, and he made a small moan. “Now let me see how good of a hole you can be.” And he slipped a lubed finger in.
Despite the prevailing mood, Healy didn’t want to actually hurt him. His job was to make Holland enjoy himself. Jackson might have been going a little overboard with the words, but all he could think about was how to bring his partner the most pleasure. It was their first time together, so he wanted to do it right. Whatever Holland asked for, he would get. Jackson personally wasn’t much into degradation so some of the things he was saying were from some bad pornos he saw. To this day he didn’t know where they came from. His curiosity phase had ended a long time ago, but he still remembered bits and pieces from what he saw. March might want physical pain, but under-prepping was not something Healy was comfortable with.
Holland wasn’t as tight as Jackson feared, which only made the prep easier so he could be inside his body faster. The heat on his finger felt incredible already, and he couldn’t wait to replace it with something way bigger. Healy had heard in his life more than once that he should go into a quite different profession, which only made his ego bigger and his dick harder. He was still fully clothed, sitting behind March. It filled him with even more excitement and lust.
He went on to find Holland's prostate, which he achieved pretty quickly, judging by the sounds the other man was making. Jackson’s pants grew even tighter the more he listened to those moans. In that moment, he truly didn’t think he ever heard anything quite as beautiful as him. Holland was normally a pretty loud person. Talking Healy’s ear off every chance he got, and now, despite being speechless, he still had so much to say. The moans were interwoven with “yes!” “right there” and “oh god”. It was music to Jackson’s ears.
Without a warning, he put a second finger in and started scissoring them lightly at first so Holland could get used to the stretch. The moans only got louder and even more high-pitched than before. Healy couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his partner’s insides. The heat and the velvety texture were making his mouth water. Both of his fingers were now brushing his prostate. The movement, despite being gentle, was making Holland squirm like he was already getting pounded.
It wasn’t long till Jackson was able to slip a third finger in, and surprisingly, that made Holland quieter. His breathing was getting deeper and more erratic as he was being fingered into the next week.
“Come on, Jack. I can take it now.”
“Who said you could speak?” He said and spanked him with his other hand. “Just for being an impatient, greedy whore you’ll have to wait even longer.” He heard him whine. “Complaining will get you nowhere. What you want doesn’t matter. You’re just here so you can be useful for once. I will show you what happens when you think that you know better than me.” He said as he spanked him again. “Count them.” And started moving his fingers faster inside him.
“Yes! I’m sorry, I’m sorryyyyyy.” The last syllable stretched on as he couldn’t speak properly with the way his prostate and ass were being abused.
“No need for apologies. You’re just a stupid slut, you don’t know any better.” He said as another slap landed on Holland’s skin. “Count.”
“O-one ughhh.”
“Louder.” And another landed.
“Two! Oh god.” His body was shaking so much that Healy worried for a second that it was too much, but the way he pushed his hips back into his hand told him otherwise.
“I said louder.”
“Three! I can’t, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. If you can’t even do that, then what are you even good for?”
“Four!” His voice was breaking from how loud he was getting. Both of them were silently praying that the neighbours were not home.
“There you go.”
“Fiv-ve, pleaseee.”
“Shut the fuck up, I told you to count. I don’t want to hear anything else out of that dirty mouth. I should shove my cock in there to shut you up. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Six! Yes, yes, yes, please.” He whimpered, and Healy abruptly pulled his fingers away. “Ah! Ughhh.”
“Let’s see if you will be good for this at least,” said Healy, as he started undressing himself.
March waited in anticipation. He heard the shirt hitting the floor and the sound of the zipper being pulled down. He couldn’t see the other’s body from where he was hiding his face. He was still a nervous mess, and he didn’t think he could do it if he now saw Healy naked. He was a weak, weak man, and the sight of the one he had been in love with for so long now, being naked as the day god created him, would probably give him a heart attack. His skin and his nerves were on fire. His pulse was running crazy, and if he even caught a glimpse of Jackson’s soft tummy or the cock that was seconds away from entering, he would for sure go into cardiac arrest.
When he finally felt Healy settle behind him, he held his breath as the other slowly put his tip in. March was squirming again. His head wasn’t even properly in, and he was already looking like a wreck. Jackson slowly pushed in, and the heat was even better than he could have ever imagined. The squeeze was pleasantly tight but not tight enough to hurt Holland.
It was a challenge at first to not come the second his pelvis hit the other’s hips. His hands were back on the hips, and he held them for dear life. Holland hoped that there would later be bruises. Healy was brushing his thumbs on the dimples in his back. Suddenly, it was even harder not to come on the spot. Holland looked so wonderful underneath him.
Jackson started moving, and Holland was gone. The slight brush against his prostate made him moan loudly. Healy didn’t realise how much he missed those pretty sounds already, but as soon as they came back he knew that he was ruined. He increased his pace and the bedroom was filled with not only moans and whimpers but also the slapping of the skin on skin.
“Oh, my god. Yes! There, there please.”
And who was Jackson to say no to him? He might have been playing this rough persona, but he would do anything Holland asked for. He started pulling almost entirely out and slapping quickly back in. That seemed to have punched out all the breath out of March as his moans came to a halt.
“Already fucked stupid? God, you truly are so fucking useless.” He said as he slapped his ass again. “Is this the only thing you can do, huh? Answer me slut.”
“Ah! Yes, yes! Ah!” His voice was entirely broken.
“No wonder you’re such a failure if all you can do is spread your legs.” His pace grew faster and harder, and he could hear Holland cry underneath him.
The sounds were obscene. The wet slapping was almost as loud as Holland’s sobs. Healy couldn’t get enough of them. His hands were gripping him harder, and now for sure some bruises were being formed. The stimulation was almost becoming unbearable but at the same time nowhere near enough. Healy didn’t feel like he was anywhere near ending, and he couldn’t be happier.
“God, could use your hole like that all night. I would make it my own personal cumdumpster. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was low as he said it and slapped him once again. “You’re so fucking pathetic.”
“Ahhh yes, there! Please, Jack!” His speech was still too coherent for Jackson’s liking, so he picked up his pace and leaned down.
He put his hand on the back of March’s head and forced it down the pillow. He was gripping him by the hair like it owed him money. Holland could barely breathe like that. The lightheadedness was only making it more intense.
“Yeah you like that, you fucking whore?” The only response he got was more whimpers. “Get drunk on my fucking cock, maybe then you’ll stop fucking drinking. So fucking pathetic, at least your hole is good for something.” Even more slaps could have been heard as Jackson was getting more and more lost in the moment by every second. “Bet your mouth could be good for something other than drinking. Could stuff your mouth every time you even thought about saying some bullshit.”
He moved his hand so Holland could be facing to the side so he could get some air. His breaths were still shallow with how hard Jackson was pushing them out with every thrust. Jackson could see his face wet with tears.
“Just look at you, so fucking pathetic. All you deserve is to be used like a fleshlight.”
The small hiccups turned into sobs that shook through his entire body. Healy stopped at once with worry.
“Holland? Hey, talk to me? We can stop if-”
“No! Just ignore me, you can keep going.” His voice was shaky, and Jackson could see him trying to bury his face deeper into the pillow.
“How could I just keep going when I see you’re clearly not okay?”
“I’m fine, just ignore me.”
“I could never just ignore you,” he said and pulled out as gently as he could, but he still could feel Holland’s body shaking. “Hey, come here.” Jackson lay next to him with open arms.
Holland took a few shaky breaths first and then lay facing him. Healy’s heart was breaking at the sight of Holland’s beautiful face, just broken with sadness. The tears were clearly not from pleasure, with how the corners of his lips were down and trembling. He didn’t take Jackson’s invitation for a hug, so Healy cupped his cheek and stroked it lightly.
“What’s wrong? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to overdo it. Please talk to me.”
“I just… It all just…” He tried, but his voice was too shaky, and the tears were still streaming down his face. “It just felt too real. I’m just such a failure. I’m sorry. I ruin everything.” He shook his head, and the sobs came back harder.
“No no, Holland stop. You didn’t ruin anything. It’s not your fault. I should have realised. I’m so sorry.” Jackson put one of his hands on his waist and pulled him into a tight hug. “You know that I didn’t mean any of that, right? I don’t think that about you. You are not a failure,” He said as he stroked his hair and kissed his head. “I’m sorry, Holland. I got you now. I’m not going anywhere. Let it all out, darling.” And that was all it took for the flood gates to open.
Holland buried his face in the crook of his shoulder, and the sobs grew harder. He desperately wrapped his arms around him. It almost hurt how hard he was hugging him, but Healy didn’t care about it at that moment. He softly petted his back as he whispered over and over, “You’re alright,” “I’m here for you,” “I’m so sorry baby,” in his ear and kissed his head as the other hand was playing with his hair. Jack’s heart was breaking that this was his doing. He did this to him, and he was going to fix it.
After a few long minutes, he seemed to calm down a little and pulled away to look at Healy. His eyes were red, but he didn’t look as sad. Though, there was still slight sorrow to them.
“Feeling any better?” Jackson asked softly, to which Holland nodded.
“Yeah… Sorry for getting tears and snot on your shoulder,” he said, and despite him not meaning it as a joke, Healy chuckled.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about that. How are you feeling? Do you wanna talk about it?”
“‘S fine now, I think. I… I probably should, but I don’t really want to.” He took a deep breath and continued, “If I don’t do it now, I won’t ever talk about it.” He tried to chuckle, but it only came out broken.
“Hey, it’s okay, we don’t ever have to.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Just need a sec.”
“Take all the time you need,” he said, and his hand was back on Holland’s face as the other closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.
“I didn’t think it would be this bad, really. I just… I just thought that was what I deserved and that I could handle it. Turns out I’m even more pathetic than I-” He tried to laugh to make the tears not come back, but Healy interrupted him.
“Stop, you’re not pathetic. I just took it too far, ’s not your fault.”
“But it is! I made you do it. I insisted on it.”
“How about we say it was no one's fault and leave it at that, hm?”
“Jesus, fine, whatever.”
“Holland? You don’t have to answer, but… why did you want to be hurt?”
“Ughhhh, I just… Don’t laugh at me, I know where you live. I just wanted that, cause that’s all I deserve and the alternative… it's just scary, okay? Everything that you were saying just hit me too hard cause that’s what I think. Jesus, I sound so stupid, forget it.”
“None of that now. You’re being very brave right now,” he said and kissed his forehead, to which he got a laugh from Holland.
“I know that you are like 50 years older than me, but I am not a kid. Stop that shit.” March hit him softly on the chest and smiled.
“You’re such a brat, you know. But jokes on you cause you’re the one with a senior citizen in your bed.”
“Jesus, you’re so stupid,” he shook his head and laughed. “But I see what you’re tryin’ to do.”
“Oh do you now?”
“Yes, I’m a detective, you know. I can see right through you and your bullshit.”
“Really? So tell me, Mr Detective, what is it that this old man in your bed is doing?”
“You’re tryin’ to distract me from thinking of how much of a wreck I am.”
“I was actually trying to cheer you up, you know. And would you please just stop saying that? You are not a failure.”
“Yes, I am! I’m a fucking alcoholic, who cares more about a drink than his own daughter. I practically scam people with my mediocre detective skills. I can’t be trusted to do anything right.”
“Come on, stop it now.”
“And! And I can’t even be bothered to get up from the bed, often to the point that you have to parent my own daughter! I’m so fucking useless-” He tried to continue, but Healy put his lips on his.
The kiss didn’t have a chance to get heated as Jackson pulled away quickly.
“Here’s what’s goin’ to happen. We’re gonna play a game, you shut up, and I will be talking, mkay?” Healy raised his eyebrows as he waited for an answer.
Holland rolled his eyes and sighed, but nodded.
“Great, good boy.”
“‘M not a fucking dog.”
“Shush, you’re supposed to be quiet.” To that, Healy got only another eye roll. “Holland, yes you have problems, a lot of them even.”
“Jeez, thanks.”
“What did I just fucking tell you? Shut up, or I will have to fuckin’ gag you with your own socks.” All the response he got was a frown, but he kept going. “Like I was saying… You have problems, but you are getting better. You drink far less than you did. You don’t walk around drunk all the time. Yes, you still do drink more than the average person, but you are getting there. Slow progress is still progress. Holly loves you; that girl absolutely adores you. Maybe you won’t be winning any father of the year awards, but you are on your way towards maybe being considered for getting a nomination.”
March snorted at that, which only made Healy’s smile wider. “You are a single parent, so I think it’s fine you overcharge some rich bastards sometimes, and you are a great detective.” He heard Holland scoff at that, but he continued. “I used to dream about being a PI, and you are a damned good one. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you are clearly so depressed, and despite that, you try your best. I don’t mind helping with Holly. I do it out of my own free will. I see how much pressure you put yourself under, and if something as simple as driving her to school or to her friend’s house will help you, then I will do it. She is a brilliant kid, and I can see where she gets all that from.”
“Jesus, you’re already in my bed, no need for such flattery.”
“Do you want me to get the socks?”
“Jesus, okay okay, I’m not saying anything.”
“You are not useless. You try, and you fail, but you get up. And we both know what crazy tendency you have for falling.” March cut him off with a laugh, but Healy continued. “You always get up, and if you can’t, I will be there to pick you up. Am I making myself clear?”
“God, you’re such a sap. You spend way too much time with kids lately; you’re going soft, old man. Next I’m going to find you in my kitchen baking cookies on Sunday and knitting me and Holly matching sweaters.”
“Jesus, you’re deflecting so bad. Can you at least try and acknowledge what I just said or are you going to be an asshole about it?”
“Fine, fine. Calm your tits, Jesus.” It was Healy’s turn for the eyeroll and shaking his head. “I still just don’t get what you get out of this. Besides the godawful attempt at having sex we just had, I don’t really give you anything in return. You just run around cleaning after me and play house, but get nothing out of it.”
“How someone as brilliant as you can be so stupid just baffles me at times.” He said and shook his head. “What I get out of this? I will let you figure this one out on your own, Mr Detective.”
“Hey, that’s just rude, you know. You can’t just praise me and bash me in the same sentence to then tell me to ‘figure it out’. Come on, give me something, tough guy.”
“Oh, now that you want something, I’m suddenly not an ‘old man’?”
“Exactly, you know us detectives, when we have to figure out a case, we need to get all the information we can get and questioning the witnesses is an essential part of that. Sometimes you need to get closer to them so they will tell you what you want.”
“Really? Okay, Mr Detective, I will give you a hint, but it comes with a high price.”
“You want me to pay you? Are you a whore now or somethin’?” He laughed.
“See if I will ever bring you painkillers in the morning again,” he said as he rolled his eyes. Holland was really testing his patience today.
“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Fine, so what’s your price then?”
“I want you to say two things that you like about yourself.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I ain’t doing that.” He pulled his head away so he could look at him from further away. Holland gave him a look like he was insane.
“It will be three if you’re goin’ to be fighting me.”
“Jesus, fine! Let me think first.”
“Take your time, sweetheart,” he said and leaned down to start kissing Holland’s neck.
He had no intention of making him hurry. Jackson wanted to savour the chance he got to simply appreciate Holland’s body to the fullest. He still wanted to torture him a little, as the self-hatred was seriously getting on his nerves lately.
Ever since he realised his feelings for the other man, he couldn’t stand him bashing himself every chance he got. Holland had a lot of faults, but he couldn’t just stand and let him talk this way about the man he loved. He wanted him to realise that he was enough and it did matter that he was trying hard to be better. Jackson wasn’t a much better person either. He had killed people before and beat up even more. He knew that on his worst days Holland’s left arm still hurt. Sometimes at night when he couldn’t sleep, Jackson felt the sensation of the bone breaking under his hands. The same hands that were now roaming the skin of Holland’s waist and hip. He worried he would taint that smooth skin with the blood on his hands. It was an irrational thought. He knew that March used to be a cop and he was no saint either. Still, the quiet voice was in the back of his head telling him that he would stain the Marches. He could also almost feel the look both of them would give him if he ever said it out loud.
The kisses grew rougher with every passing moment. The scrape of teeth and his short beard was slowly driving Holland insane. He couldn’t focus on anything besides that heavenly feeling. The heated yet gentle pleasure was all that he had on his mind. The moment Jackson found a sweet spot on his neck, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, not that he was ever particularly trying to. The moans filled the room yet again, and no undertones of pain could be found.
“Ah! Fuck! Yes, yes, keep going.” He practically whimpered into Jackson’s ear, which made his erection stir to life again, but now this wasn’t about him. When Healy bit him a little harder, but still not enough to form a bruise, Holland dug his nails into the other man’s back. “Oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.”
Jackson smiled into the sensitive skin and pulled away.
“No, noooo. What are you doing? Come back.”
“I will, but first, I think you were supposed to say something.”
“Um, please?”
“You can’t get away from this. Come on pretty boy. I know you can do it. Just two things, okay?” He said and went back to kissing his jaw this time.”
“Ugh, you’re such a bastard, you know. Fine.” He sighed. “I guess I like my moustache?”
Healy pulled away to look at him and appreciate his face.
“You do have very nice facial hair.”
“Thank you, I grew them myself,” he said with a smirk.
Jackson snorted at that and shook his head.
“See? That wasn’t so hard. Good job, sweetheart.” He leaned to kiss the corner of his mouth, and Holland’s eyes grew big as his face turned a lovely shade of red with a blush. Healy could feel it on his thigh as the other man’s cock twitched. “Aw, does someone like being praised here? It's a good thing that there is plenty to praise you for, darlin’.” He leaned in and bit his earlobe lightly and kissed him there.
Holland whimpered as the kisses went lower and lower. Healy stopped at his right nipple and licked it lightly. A gasp could be heard from the other’s lips. He squirmed at the gentle kisses and the hand grabbing at his hip hard.
“You did so good, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good while you think about another thing, hm? I know you can do it. You’re so smart.” His lips were still so close to his nipple that Holland swore he could feel the vibration of his voice there.
Even more moans escaped March. He nodded as Healy looked at him from where he still rested his head at the sensitive peck. With a wicked smile, Healy’s lips returned to the previous activity. He swirled his tongue around the hardened sensitive nub and scraped his teeth gently about it. The sounds that Holland was making made him feel lightheaded. He often wondered how he would sound underneath him.
“Oh Jackson, ah! What are you doing to me?” His voice was shaking with pleasure. It was clear that it wasn’t a question meant to be answered, but Healy still wanted to do it.
“I’m giving you what you deserve, love,” he said, and could hear him make a surprised noise.
His tongue swirled around and teased his nipple as the other was being brushed by his thumb. Healy’s left hand was gripping March’s waist like a lifeline.
“I-I don’t know. I really don’t know. Jackson, please.”
“Come on, love. You can do it; you are so smart.”
“I just… I just can’t,” he said and shook his head as more whimpers escaped his lips.
“Of course you can. You can do anything, darling.”
“Oh Jack…”
“Just one more and we can do something else, hm?”
“Ugh fineee, just please don’t stop touching me.”
“That I can promise you. I’m never letting go of you, sweetheart,” he whispered. Maybe he was getting sappy in his older years, but that was the least of his worries right now.
He pulled away from his nipple to pay that special attention to the other one and replaced his mouth with the hand that was just gripping and brushing his skin. If the soft moans Holland was now making were the last thing Jackson ever heard, he would die a happy man. He didn’t remember the last time he felt such warmth and love for someone. The last time was certainly long before his divorce, but he didn’t want to think about his bitch of a wife when he had his whole world right in his hands.
“I-I like that I drink less nowadays.”
It wasn’t a topic any of them liked mentioning, and Healy was ashamed of all the things he said in the heat of the moment just mere minutes ago. Jackson straightened his back and looked into those beautiful baby blue eyes that were now bloodshot and puffy from tears. He didn’t see any ounce of pain in them anymore, but he knew the other man was still quite emotionally shaken because of what he said. A few sweet words and touches wouldn’t heal his hurt right away. The more reasons for Jackson to pamper him.
“And I’m so proud of you for that,” Healy said with a warm smile and took his face into his hands. He brushed the stray tears away and kissed his forehead. “I am very proud of how hard you work to be better. You are incredible.” That seemed to only make the tears grow in number. “Oh no, no. Darling, please don’t cry. Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no. You’re just… You’re just too nice to me. I don’t deserve any of this.”
“Oh, none of that again. We just talked about this, remember?”
“Yeah, but I just… It’s hard to believe all that," he said and sniffled while looking away.
Holland was trying to avoid his eyes out of shame for what their fun time together had become. Shaming and blaming himself were one of his favourite hobbies nowadays, it seemed with how much he practiced it.
“Then let me convince you. Okay, honey?”
The pet names were getting to Holland more and more. His head was spinning with the amount of love he was being showered with. It was almost too much but at the same time not enough. He craved more of those sweet, sweet words and praise. So he just nodded without a word and tried to turn his face to the pillow to hide how red he was, but a big hand on his cheek stopped him.
“Let me see your handsome face, darling. Don’t hide from me, Holland. I want to see all of you.”
“You were supposed to tell me something.”
“Oh, that I was. Can you wait a little longer?”
“No. You promised.” Jackson shouldn’t be finding his whining so adorable, but he couldn’t stop with the way the other man was begging for him.
“Whatever you want, princess. I will give you a small hint then, Mr Detective.” He leaned next to his ear and whispered. “I might be simply enjoying making you happy.”
“But whyyyy?”
“That was your hint, baby. You’re such a smart detective; you will figure it out.”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”
“And you’re so impatient.”
“I will play your games, old man, but you better not leave me hot and bothered while I do.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And he leaned in to kiss him.
The kiss was much slower and sweeter than any of their previous ones. The heat was still there, but it was more like a pleasant warmth rather than burning. Their lips slotted perfectly against each other. Their facial hair brushing against the other was making both of them tremble. Maybe even a small whimper escaped Healy’s lips but was quickly swallowed by the ones March was making. Their hands went down their bodies to explore once more. Holland took the hand that was resting on the other’s shoulder and started running it down his body, while the other was still holding his neck. The fine gray hair on Jackson’s chest felt amazing under his hand. The feeling of Healy’s belly brushing his own was making him crazy. He wondered so many times how soft it would be. Now he finally got the chance to find out. The answer was better than he could have imagined. He loved the delightful brush of his almost flat stomach against Healy’s big one. He never even considered that he might have a preference for bigger body types, but if Jackson didn’t broaden your horizon, then he didn’t know what he did. He loved his wife more than anything, but she was always on the leaner side. Healy was really an awakening for him in more ways than one, and he wouldn’t change anything about his body. He dreamed about how it would feel to be snuggled at night to him or just being held close. Now he could truly live his newly discovered fantasies.
He put his hand on the place where Jackson’s waist would be and squeezed. Healy made a surprised noise but didn’t stop kissing him, which Holland took as a sign to continue. He was running his hand against the soft fat and palmed his peck to squeeze it. Jackson groaned into his mouth at that and squeezed his waist even tighter. They both couldn’t get enough of each other. Every brush of skin and tongues wasn’t enough. They carved more and more and more and more. The thought of crawling under the other’s ribs and making themselves at home was coming up again. Just like when they started. The pure need to be closer was making them lightheaded. It was the only thing on their minds.
It was no surprise when Jackson started to crawl on top of Holland to get him underneath. March was losing his mind when he felt that soft, big belly touching and brushing his back and ass with every thrust not so long ago, but it felt so much better than when he was crushing him with it. He was drunk on the touch and all the sensations that came with it. Heat like molten lava was pulling in his stomach and spreading warmth all over his body. Yet, it all still was not enough.
When Jack was properly seated on top of him, they both could feel as their erections brushed against one another. Still connected at the lips, they both moaned into each other. Both of Healy’s arms were placed near Holland’s head for support, so that only left Holland free to touch the other. He buried his hands in that dark hair and pulled his head even closer. His hands wandered from his neck to his shoulders. Holland gasped as Jackson moved his hips. It only made Jackson even more eager and started moving his hips more. He could feel Holland's knees close around him and his legs trembling, holding him in place between them. The thought that the other man wanted him there so bad made him move even faster.
The sweet, sweet brushing of their erections together made their minds ever so foggy. Healy couldn’t do it much longer with the ever growing anticipation and pulled his lips away.
“Do you want to do something more? It's fine if you don't.”
“Jackson, instead of an orgasm I got a mental breakdown. Of course I want something more than just making out like horny teens.” Healy chuckled at that. “Now if you don't get back to fucking me in the next few seconds I will scream.”
“Would prefer for you to be screaming with me inside you.”
“Then get to it, old man”
“I'm beginning to think that you may have a thing for older men. Is that why you keep calling me that?” He asked with a grin.
“I don't have a thing for older men; I only have a thing for you,” he said that while looking him in the eyes, and suddenly Jackson was speechless. His face grew hotter, and he didn’t have anything to respond. “Aww, see how it's not as fun when you are the one being teased? Is someone blushing here? How cute.”
“Shut up. Being nice is not the same as teasing.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Why do you have to be such a brat?”
“Yet you still like me.”
“Oh, that I do. You don't even know how much I do.” He lowered his voice as he leaned in for another kiss.
When he pulled away, he reached out with one hand for the nightstand table and took the bottle of lube in his hand again. He opened it and poured some on his hand to spread it over himself again. A low groan could be heard as he stroked himself a few times. It only made Holland even more excited. His imagination was running wild as he watched the other man. Finally, the moment came when he once again lined himself with his hole and slowly pushed in.
“Deep breaths,” Jackson said as he was getting deeper and deeper inside him.
March tried to chuckle at that, which quickly turned into a moan. His breathing was shaky as the other man pushed himself completely in. They didn’t even realise how much they already missed the feeling of their pelvises and hips touching. Healy leaned down and settled himself right above Holland’s face. He waited for a few for his partner to nod that he could continue and he did. Slowly, he started moving. It was way sweeter than the first time that was not even a full hour ago. The brushing inside Holland’s body was driving him crazy.
As the minutes passed, the pace quickened, and moans got louder. They weren’t anywhere near as erratic as the previous ones. Holland wrapped his legs around Healy’s body and threw his head back on a particularly well-aligned push.
“Ah! Yes, right there.” His voice was getting higher in pitch and his eyes were closed.
Who was Healy to deny that man? He did his best to get his angle right so he would hit that sweet sweet bundle of nerves deep inside his body on every push. He quickly knew he was successful in his task as Holland arched his back and moaned even louder. As he quickened his pace, the sounds of pleasure got louder. The sight right under him was even more beautiful than before. Holland’s handsome face was locked in pure bliss. He leaned down to kiss him again. Their lips locked in place and tongues quickly found each other. The kiss was sweeter than any candy. Holland’s hands were in Jackson’s hair. The thrusts got harder but still oh so gentle. Holland couldn’t hold in his gasps with every harder one that was nailing his prostate. Healy pulled his lips away and positioned his head right at the other’s ear and started whispering.
“You have no idea how good you feel. You’re doing so great. I can feel how you're squeezing me inside. Don’t worry, darling, I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed his earlobe and traveled towards his jaw. “You’re truly incredible. How did I ever get so lucky to have you?”
“T-that’s my line.” His voice was shaking just like his body. “You’re too good to me.”
“If you still think that, I’m not doing a good enough job here, but don’t you worry your pretty head. I’m here to make you believe me.” The kisses were now placed on the corner of his lips right where it met his moustache.
“Jack…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I think I figured it out now.”
“Oh, did you now? I told you, you could do it. You’re so smart after all.” Even more kisses were planted on Holland’s face. From his jaw right to his eye. “Tell me then, Mr Detective. What did your investigation show, hm?”
“I-I might need some more evidence to prove my thesis right…”
“I will be happy to give you all the evidence you need. All you have to do is ask, darling.” Healy’s lips were now on his throat, and the scraping of the teeth was so overwhelming.
“Ah! Please Jack!”
“I have you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you. Let me show you how much love you deserve.” He stopped abruptly when he heard a sob. “Holland? Is something wrong? Why are you crying, honey? Did I do something?"
“No! No, these are good tears, I swear,” he said and he wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. “Just a bit overwhelmed with how good it is. Really, I’m fine,” he added when Jackson didn’t look convinced enough.
“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”
“You’re such a gentleman,” he said and brushed the hair away from Jackson’s forehead. Jackson just looked at him and waited for a proper answer as he didn’t want to hurt him like that again. “Yes, I will tell you if anything’s wrong. Stop worrying your ass, and go back to fucking me now.”
“No, darling. What we are doing here is not fucking. We’re making love.”
“God, you’re so fucking lame. Why do I like you so much- Ah!” He looked at him with a disgusted frown, but didn’t get to finish his sentence as Jackson started moving his hips again.
“What was that, love? You got something to say?”
“Oh, you fucker- Ah! S-stop doing tha-Ah!-t when I’m talking to youuuuu oh god.” And with that his brain seemed to melt away with any of his complaints.
Every thrust was hitting right on his sweet spot and it was only getting more and more intense with every second. Holland threw his hands and head back on the pillow and turned into a moaning mess. Maybe Healy liked him the most when he was being his loud self. Especially in bed. Jackson went back to abusing his neck and shoulders with kisses. He finally got to look at those beautiful collarbones in all their glory and he couldn’t just keep his mouth away.
The lips were swiftly accompanied by teeth and his tongue as he caressed the bones that were sticking out so appetisingly. The skin could be easily covered by his collections of light coloured shirts, so Jackson didn’t bother with trying not to leave any bruises. He hoped that he would leave them there. He wanted everyone to see that this pretty boy was his and his alone. If only he could. There was no time for thoughts like that. It would have to be enough to be the only one to witness the evidence of who this man belonged to. Maybe it was better as Healy didn’t want anyone to see Holland the way he got to see him now. Naked in all his glory and lost in the overwhelming pleasure. He was the one to give him that. He was the reason behind those blissful eyes, behind those moans and pleads for more. He wasn’t a young man anymore, but that was one hell of an accomplishment at his age.
“If only you could see how beautiful you look. All spread out underneath me. God, what did I do to ever deserve such a beauty like you?” His voice almost a whisper could be heard between the kisses. “And the way you feel around me. Ah, god, you really are something special.”
“Please, Jack…” Holland whimpered with his head turned to the side almost hidden in the pillow.
His hands were gripping the sheets for dear life, like if he let go of them he would die. It was truly a miracle they were still intact.
“Yes darling? Are you close?” He asked while raising his head to look at him. Holland only nodded as he whimpered. “Aw honey. Tell me what you need and I will give it to you. Tell me, my pretty boy. Tell me what you need.”
“Um, can… can you talk to me more?”
“Of course I can. Praising you is something I will never say no to. You deserve to know how incredible you are in my eyes. Oh, if only you could see that.”
“Jaaaaack please.”
“God, I love how you say my name. I love the sound of your voice. You try to talk my ear off daily, but I can never get enough of you,” he whispered into his ear as he increased his pace again. “Though you sound the best with my cock stuffed inside you. The sounds you make. God, you're so incredible,” he said and kissed his ear.
“Please, more, Jack.”
“Oh darling. More of what? Of me telling you how breathtaking you are? Of telling you how I spend nights awake and think of you? Of me saying how much you mean to me? Or more of the kisses I dreamed so long of laying on your skin? Holland, you really are something else.”
“Of t-the um.. Just please keep talking to me. I need more. More of everything, please.”
“Whatever you wish,” he said and pulled away to put his hands on the other’s knees.
“What are you- Whoa! Oh god!” His moans increased in numbers and volume as Healy put his knees on his shoulders to then lean down and fold him in half. “Oh Jesus, you’re so much deeper now. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said it like a mantra as his insides were abused even more than before.
Holland threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. The pleasure was even more overwhelming than before. He wrapped his arms around Jackson’s shoulders and dug his nails into the skin. Oh, how Healy hoped that his back would be all marked up from the scratches. He would wear them like a badge of honour as a proof of how good he made his lover feel. The thrusts were slowly becoming more erratic, as Jackson’s stamina wasn’t as good as it used to be. He wished so much that he could go longer. He wanted to fold Holland in half and spend the whole night and day buried inside him. Maybe that would motivate him to work out more.
Holland’s cock was trapped and bobbing uselessly between their abdomens. The rubbing of skin was bringing him so much closer to compilation it was making him feel dizzy. The stimulation from the inside of his body and outside was almost too much.
Holland looked down to see their bodies meet when he noticed something. On his normally flat stomach was a bump. A bulge. When he realised it, he gasped. Jackson slowed down to see what he was looking at, and the sight did not disappoint. He had to focus very hard not to cum on the spot from just looking at the bulge. He didn’t think he could be even more excited by the man underneath him. He was so wrong. While still looking at it, he increased his pace to see how the bulge was getting bigger with every thrust and smaller with every pull. The view was mesmerising. He pulled one of his hands away from where it was supporting his weight by March’s head and pressed it to his abdomen. Holland instantly moaned at the contact as did Jackson. He could feel his hand on his cock through the abdominal wall.
“God, you really are amazing.” He pressed his hand hard to stimulate them both even more.
“Ah! Jack! I-I don’t- Ah! I don’t think I can last- Oh god, yes!”
“Me too, love. Come here,” he said, groaning as he lowered his head back to him “Can you wait a little for me to get there too? I know you can do it darling. Do it for me. I know, you can.” His voice was low and his eyes were looking into Holland’s just as blue eyes. They would make pretty children together. Oh god, that was a thought for definitely next time. “Hold it, I know you can. You’re so smart, darling. So strong.”
“I-I don’t- Yes, Jack please! You’re hitting it right. Right there! God, I’m so full. Please Jack, make me even more full. Please, fill me up.” And with those pleas, Jackson was gone.
The hand on Holland's stomach moved to his cock and he started stroking him as he was coming himself. He couldn’t keep it any longer. The heat was filling his body like he was filling Holland with his cum.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop, oh god! Yes, yes, yes, yes. Jack!” He screamed as his orgasm overtook his body and mind.
He was scraping his nails down Jackson’s back leaving angry red marks. He was moving his hips like a crazy man to get even more. The overstimulation welcomed him with open arms some time ago and now it was even almost painful. His orgasm shook his body and the spasms overtook him. The clenching of muscles was milking Jackson even more. None of them thought they ever came this hard or at least in a while.
Jackson let go of the other’s member and gently pulled his legs off of his shoulders. Small whimpers and moans escaped March’s lips as he was breathing hard. Healy’s breaths were just as deep if not harder. Both of them needed at least a few minutes to come back to themself. When their breathing got better Jackson gently pulled out of him. A light hiss could be heard as he did. Healy gave him an apologetic look but March’s eyes were closed. His chest was rapidly falling up and down, like he just ran a marathon. He certainly did run an emotional one with all those words. Jackson gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and moved them so they would lay side by side, facing each other. With one hand he pulled him to his chest while the other was acting as a pillow for the other man. Holland lazily wrapped his arms around him and tucked his head under his chin. Their breathing was getting better and better with every passing moment as they laid wrapped in each other's arms.
Jackson started running his fingers in circles on Holland’s back. His breath hitched at that sensation, but quickly went back to normal. Holland was rubbing his head into his chest, as if he was trying to burn a hole in there to get right to his heart and brush it with his lips. They laid like that lost in their bliss for some time, until Holland couldn’t keep it anymore.
“We should have used a rubber. I can feel a white river running down my ass.” Healy snorted at that and shook his head.
“You know, I shouldn’t have carried you to bed. You’re quite heavy, you know.”
“Are you telling me to lose weight, old man? Not my fault you fragile elderly knees can’t handle me.”
“You really are something else, aren’t you?” He chuckled and kissed the top of his head.
“Jack?”
“Yes?” He asked and pulled away a bit to look him in the eyes.
“Are you serious about this?”
“More than I ever was. My feelings stand the same. Jesus, can’t even tell you since when, but yes. I am serious. Are you?”
“Of course I am. Jesus, you know that with Holly I can’t do some not serious shit and hoe around.” He sighed and continued. “You mean too much to me, to us. I can’t just risk my life going to shit. I have too much to lose now.”
Jackson smiled at that. Too much to lose. That phrase only showed how much Holland cared nowadays.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said and kissed his forehead.
“Where did that come from?” He said with a raised brow.
“Nothing. Just thought you should know that.”
“Okay? Do I get a gold star too? Was I a good boy?” He was clearly just teasing him and trying to annoy him, but Healy only shook his head at that.
“God, you’re such a fucking brat.”
“Yet you still love me.”
“It amazes me every day how much I do.”
None of them actually said those three words, but they knew that they meant them. The emotions were still high from the moment. They both thought it would be too much for once, but the feelings remind the same.
“What would you say to a bath?”
“God, I could suck your cock just for saying that, yes.” Holland let out a breath he didn’t notice he was holding. “You will have to carry me though. Someone decided to poke at my spine with their giant dick. Not good for a walk you see.”
“You’re so fucking dramatic. Fine. I will carry you, my princess. Let me start the water first, your highness,” he said as he got up.
Holland clearly didn’t appreciate that joke and slapped the other man on the ass. Jackson yelped and turned back towards him.
“What? Not as fun when someone does it to you, is it?”
“Shut up before I make the water freezing.”
“You brute. I take all the nice things I’ve said back,” he said with a pout.
How was the image of mess and despair the most important person in his life, Healy didn’t know. He shook his head as he walked towards the bathroom. The rooms were connected, thankfully, so it wasn’t much of a journey. He put the plug in and started pouring warm but not too hot water. With how spent they both were, he didn’t want to risk for any of them to pass out.
He straightened his back and stretched a bit. He could feel all his bones popping and he was very happy Holland wasn’t here to make fun of him and his geriatric bones. He wasn’t even that old.
Despite his earlier complaints, Jackson did carry Holland to the tub. The other man wasn’t as heavy as Healy was making out to be. It wasn’t even a challenge to carry him around like the spoiled princess he was. Jackson really didn’t want to give his partner any funny ideas.
As he helped him get into the water, Jackson sat behind his back and pulled the man to his chest. The water splashed slightly as they settled in place. They were both very thankful for how big the rental’s bathtub was. It was still quite the tight fit with two grown men, but was comfortable enough.
Holland relaxed against his back and groaned from the pleasant feeling of the warmth surrounding him. He closed his eyes as he leaned his head against him. His body just like his brain was slowly turning into one big March shaped goop.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep now. We still need to wash and change the sheets.”
“Ughh Jesus. It’s your fucking mess. You made it, you clean it.” He said with a pout on his lips.
“You didn’t seem so opposed to it earlier. I can even remember you saying that-” He didn’t get to finish as Holland started screaming over him.
“Okay, okay. Wrap it up old man, I get it, I get it. Will help you, Jesus, fine.”
“I’m really starting to get the idea you might like our age gap more than you let on.” He chuckled.
“I’m not your ex wife, I don’t have a thing for old farts,” he said it with such
“Whatever you say. It’s not even that big.”
“Jackson, you are 19 years older than me. I will have to start looking for retirement homes soon if we are staying together.”
“19?! I finished high school and you were not even born yet? Oh god.” He whined as Holland laughed at him.
“Oh, come one. It’s not that bad. You are not having a crisis after we fucked for several hours. Too late for that. I am keeping you whether you like it or not.” He took Healy’s arm and wrapped them around himself tighter.
“You’re lucky I put up with you,” Jackson said and leaned closer to kiss the top of head.
“Stop acting like you don’t love me like that.”
“Ehh, don’t like when you’re right. I do, I do.”
“Jack?”
“Yes?”
“I do too. In case you didn’t get it yet.” He chuckled.
He was deflecting. Talking about feelings wasn’t really any of their thing. It would probably take some time before they said the actual words, but they had the whole time in the world for that.
“I know. I know, Holland,” Whispered as he squeezed him harder.
“Jesus! You already rearranged my insides, don’t squeeze them out like I’m a tube of toothpaste! Fucker.”
“Now who’s pretending like they don’t love it hm?”
“You are just asking to be put in a home. Just you wait.”
“Can it be your home?” He whispered in his ear and March yelped at that. That only made Jackson’s smile bigger and laugh.
“Calm your tits, man. Buy me dinner first.”
“I already did, several times in fact. Also, that’s what you’re concerned about? Not that you put out first and then asked to be taken on a date?”
“Oh fuck off. Like you didn’t want it just as much.”
“Whatever you say, darling.”
“Shut up,” he said without any real venom behind it.
They laid there comfortably sharing the warmth and simply enjoying being there. They didn’t get many slow moments with their line of work so those moments were meant to be cherished. They were not only work partners now, but also they finally gave in to acknowledging their feelings.
When the water started to get cooler, Jackson helped Holland wash his hair. Holland insisted on washing his back but it turned into him just hugging the other man from behind. Jackson could only sigh, he didn’t bother to pretend that he wasn’t enjoying it just as much as the other man. He could feel as Holland started leaning his whole weight on his back, he knew that he was getting closer to falling asleep. He sped up their washing and helped the other get out of the tub and dry as his legs still seemed too wobbly to do it on his own. They didn’t bother with putting any clothes on. Holly wouldn’t be back till at least tomorrow afternoon and the night was warm. Holland sat in an armchair in the bedroom as Jackson changed the sheets. He didn’t want to remind him how he said he would help as he looked at the half asleep figure. A warm smile spread on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking how adorable he looked despite him laying like a shot animal. There was nothing remotely cute about how he sprawled on the armchair. Head was hanging off to the side, mouth agape and soft snores could be heard.
Jackson shook his head and walked over to him.
“Hey, get up. I’m not carrying you around anymore. My back is killing me. Come on.” His voice was low and he gently shook his shoulder.
“I’m not sleeping. I’m up,” he said as his eyes went wide open. “I’m not asleep.”
“Sure, buddy. Whatever you say. Come on. Up we go.” There was a slight trace of amusement in his voice as he helped him get up and walk those four steps to the bed.
As Holland lay there, Healy made his way to the other side of the bed, but was abruptly stopped.
“Noooo this side is mine.”
“Jesus, Holland, grow up. Let me lay down.”
“Noooooooo Healyyyy, come on.”
“Ugh, fine, the things I do for your stupid ass.” He shook his head as Holland rolled over the side like a kid on grass.
“You still love me though.”
“Yes, yes, I do. Now let me get the light.”
He could see the goofy grin as he laid next to him. He noticed how much Holland was using that line. Jackson knew he needed validation and to be told that he was loved and wanted and Healy was happy to give him what he needed.
He quickly snuggled right to Jackson’s chest and let out a deep breath. Healy wrapped his arms around him as he laid his head on his chest.
“Goodnight, Holland,” he said, but the only answer he got were the light snores. He chuckled and kissed the top of his head as he closed his eyes.
Sleep hadn't come so quickly to Jackson in a while.