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Rhys had never seen a man so enraptured with rage as Jack in the moment he discovered who it was that had been siphoning money from Hyperion. As it turned out, said person had been only taking small amounts at first before larger and larger chunks of money began to disappear. In retrospect, Rhys could have gone about telling Jack who it was more tactfully rather than bursting out into laughter and whooping. The strange reaction from Rhys had Jack bubbling over with anger, wrenching the ECHO from Rhys's hand to finally see who the culprit was. When he clapped eyes on the name, Jack launched the ECHO device across the room so hard that it ricocheted off of the wall, leaving behind an enormous dent.
“Holy shit, Jack. What are you going to do?”
Jack was red in the face, eyebrows low and eyes dark. He looked inconceivably dangerous and at that moment, Rhys feared for his life. He wondered how much he truly meant to Jack and whether or not the man would choke the life out of him for just being in his presence.
“I'm gonna rip those goddamned implants off of his scalp and shove them down his thieving throat, is what I'm gonna do.” The man appeared to be delirious with fury now, eyes darting about the room and fingers twitching at his sides. “Man, I need something to punch.”
His eyes swept to Rhys, who grabbed a pillow to hide behind.
“Don't punch me!” he squeaked. The fierceness in Jack's eyes melted away a little and he rolled them, smirking.
“You think I'd dare ruin that pretty little face of yours, kiddo?” Staying silent, Rhys ducked behind the pillow even more. He heard Jack sigh. “Oh Rhys, I'm not gonna hurt you. You're too uh...um…” Rhys peeked out to see Jack had turned away, hand rubbing the back of his head. After a few more moments if Jack clearly searching for the right words, he span on his heel and glared down at the younger man. “You're too important to this situation. I need all the data collected on where that money has gone.”
“Of course, Jack,” Rhys replied, smiling slightly at how flustered Jack had become. Obviously he had been a fool for thinking that Jack would hurt him.
It was Vasquez who would be feeling the wrath of Handsome Jack, not him.
*
The entire walk down to Programming, people bounded out of Jack's way as they saw him stalking down the halls. Rhys hurried along behind him, dressed in yesterday's clothes and feeling like someone somehow would notice. He kept his head low, which also meant that he could eye Jack's ass as they went. He was also a little put out that he had to go to his office on his day off, but if it was to see Vasquez finally vanquished? He guessed he could make allowances.
“Where the fuck is that fucking fuck?!” Jack screeched out to the office, making every single person jump. Anita, Vasquez’s assistant, came bustling over as fast as her high heels would let her.
“Handsome Jack, sir! How can I be of help?” She was bright red and shuffling, nervous as hell. Rhys felt sorry for her; she was a lovely person. Undeserving of whatever shit Jack was about to throw at her. Jack leant forward and folded his arms.
“Hey doll,” he began, sounding surprisingly pleasant. “Where's Vasquez at?”
Anita bit her lip and rolled it under her teeth for a brief moment. Her gaze found Rhys's and he made the effort to offer her a smile, trying his best to ensure her that Jack wasn't going to murder her on the spot. She didn't seem to take comfort in his smile, in fact it made her nerves get seemingly worse, and she took a step back away from Jack.
“He's not here at the moment, sir, he's out doing...something.” She frowned. “To be truthful I never know where he goes, he just ups and leaves.”
Jack clenched his jaw. “That's alright, sweetcheeks. Do you mind if I wait for him in his office?” He pointed to the large double doors. Anita shook her head and stepped to the side. “Perfect. Oh, be a good girl and don't tell him we’re in there, okay?” Jack finger gunned away, backing into the office and allowing Rhys to sidle past him before shutting the doors.
“Oh man, what a freaking buzz kill,” Jack grunted, dropping into Vasquez’s chair and running his hands through his greying hair. “I really wanted to find him and beat him into a pulp.”
Sighing, Rhys walked behind Jack and grasped his shoulders, squeezing.
“At least now you get the element of surprise. He’ll shit his pants when he finds you in here.”
Jack chuckled and leant his hand back to pat Rhys's. He opened his mouth to speak when there was a shuffling outside and the sound of voices. Both men in the room stiffened. Rhys remained rigid as Jack quickly relaxed, throwing his feet onto the desk and fishing a coin from his pocket. He rolled it between his fingers.
“Nita, I need three full copies of this in twenty minutes,” Vasquez barked, opening the doors. Rhys held his breath. “And don't be any later than that or I'll tell Nick exactly whose titties those are on my ECHO!” Vasquez cackled to himself as he stepped into the room, finally turning around. When his gaze fell upon Jack, he stumbled backwards and almost fell back through the doors. Jack continued rolling the coin, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a sneer.
“Why hello, shitstain . How nice to see you again. Please, take a seat!” Jack gestured towards the chair that sat before the desk but Vasquez didn't move. He seemed frozen to the spot, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Rhys rounded the desk, moving in closer to Vasquez who eyed him in terror. Something washed through Rhys then; he couldn't make out what it was that he was feeling. Whatever it was warmed him to the core and he felt his own sneer creep onto his lips. Vasquez ignored Jack’s suggestion and simply stayed rooted in place, paralysed with fear.
“How long did it take you to transfer that three hundred thousand the other day?”
Vasquez remained silent, eyes blown wide and breathing clearly faltering. Jack rolled the coin across the table, waiting for it to come to a clattering halt before speaking again.
“I'm gonna ballpark it and say...seconds? For money to go from my pocket to my competitor’s? Yeah. Seconds . Tell me, Wallet Head...how long can a human survive in the empty vacuum of space?”
It was clear, after the question left Jack's lips, that Vasquez realised his fate. He yelped and turned to run out of the door, but Rhys stepped in his way and smirked.
“Where are you going? For a bite to eat and a fuck? Like always?”
Jack took a deep breath in through his nose. He stood from the chair and began walking towards Vasquez.
“You'd think seconds, right? For the brain to go caput?” Jack made a squelching noise with his mouth and splayed his hands. “Heh, as quick as a monetary transaction, maybe? Boy, that'd be swell, wouldn't it? A quick death for quick crimes. No,” the CEO growled, slamming his hand against the wall beside Vasquez’s head. The sudden noise even made Rhys jump. “No, it takes two minutes for irreversible damage to set in. Two minutes of clarity and maybe a little blindness and pain here and there. Then the two minute mark passes and you just. Keep. Swelling.” His mouth was millimetres from Vasquez’s ear. The Head of Programming had gone as white as a sheet and had quite obviously stopped breathing. “Kind of like the bank accounts at Torgue!”
Jack grabbed Vasquez by the throat and squeezed. “Rhysie, call security, would ya? This asshole has a date with an airlock.”
*
After a severe and borderline torturous asswhooping all the way to his untimely death - in which Vasquez came clean and begged Jack for mercy - watching Vasquez float out into empty space was quite something to behold. Due to Jack’s explanation of what happened when one was shot out into a vacuum, Rhys’s stomach churned as he watched Vasquez blink at him through the glass. He also couldn't help but feel that justice had been served, so that mixed with his queasiness had Rhys not quite knowing what to do with himself. Rhys shot a sideways look at Jack, whose arms were crossed. His face was stern and stony, which had Rhys fully turning his body and cocking his head to the side.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice small and shaky. His rubbed his arm and chewed on his lip. Jack remained silent, staring out through the window. Eventually, he let out a deep breath and cracked his neck.
“Whatever people say , I don't enjoy this. And I don't do this as often as people think. But this guy had to go. He was going to ruin the company. Could've ended me.” Jack's eyes found Rhys's. “I did the right thing...didn't I?”
This shocked Rhys. Was Handsome Jack checking that he'd made the correct decision? Doubting himself? All of a sudden, Jack was the most human Rhys had ever seen him and he melted right there. Rhys padded over to his boss and laid his hands on his chest.
“You made the right choice, Jack. Honestly.” He blinked through his lashes, looking at Jack, trying to make him feel better about himself. Sighing, Jack unfolded his arms and took Rhys's in his hands.
“You know what the worst part of this all is? You'd think that now this is over I get free time, to finally relax. But no. I have to go and make reparations in accounting and talk to Meg and Tim and everyone else involved in this goddamned shit show. I wish… fuck ...I wish I could just…” He leant forwards, ghosting his mouth across Rhys's before pulling away and walking towards the door. Rhys composed himself and straightened his cardigan.
“When do you think you'll be done?”
“I dunno,” Jack replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Maybe by tomorrow morning?”
Rolling back on his heels, Rhys grinned. “Tomorrow night then, I want you to come to my place and watch a movie. A good old fashioned date. With popcorn.” The younger man stepped closer, placing his hands behind his back. “And maybe you can yawn, and be cliche and put your arm around my shoulders…” Rhys took another step, reaching out and grabbing Jack by the lapels, tugging him close. “After that, who knows? Maybe I can finally show you what you've been missing.”
Jack let out a huff of laughter but there was a hesitancy about it; had Rhys made Jack nervous ? The CEO swallowed and placed his hands around Rhys's neck, pushing his head back a little.
“Watch it, pumpkin. Don't let that mouth be the ruin of you.”
“Oh but Jack,” Rhys said, chuckling under his breath. “Here I was thinking that my mouth was going to be the ruin of you .”
That was apparently it for Jack. He spun them both around and shoved Rhys against the wall, caging him in and kissing him furiously.
“You’re a real sassy little slut, aren’t you?” Jack managed between panting breaths. His hand slipped under Rhys’s shirt which sent shivers down the younger boy’s spine. He writhed and gasped when Jack pinched at his nipple at the same time as he stuck his tongue down his throat. “What makes you think that this is any more than a simple fuck? What makes you think that you’re going to get more out of this when I’m done with your pretty ass?”
“ Everything ,” Rhys moaned, grasping Jack’s shoulders and squeezing. Jack’s lips found a sensitive spot on Rhys’s neck and he nipped at it, swirling his tongue in all the right ways. “Everything since that damned meet and greet. I’d love to see you try and shake me after, oh god, after you finally get a taste of me.”
“Where’s this courage come from all of a sudden? Hmm?” Jack quipped, biting down hard on Rhys’s neck.
“ Because ,” Rhys answered, placing his hands on Jack’s shoulders and pushing him away a little, “I have every faith that you could never do that to me .” He leant around Jack and pointed out of the window at Vasquez, who was quite clearly dead now. “Which means I’m worth something to you.”
There was a sharp pressure on Rhys’s hips - Jack’s fingers were digging in hard.
“I’d be careful assuming anything, kiddo.” With that, the CEO kissed him a final time before stepping away slowly. He tugged the ECHO from his belt. “Shit, I’ve gotta go update everyone on the situation. I can’t...I don’t…” Jack glanced up at Rhys from his ECHO before dropping his eyes back to the screen. “I’ll keep you posted about...that thing...you suggested. About tomorrow. Okay?”
Rhys was well and truly spent. His hair was a mess and his clothes were crumpled where Jack had been pressing against him. His chest rose and fell at a ridiculous rate and all he could manage was a swallow and a nod. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing when something pressed against his cheek. Eyes shooting open, he suddenly realised that Jack had kissed him. Jack stood, frozen to the spot, staring at Rhys like he’d had a goddamned epiphany.
“Uhhhh, bye I guess?” was all he said before he strolled out of the room at speed. Rhys rested his head back against the wall and smiled. Had Jack kissed him goodbye? That didn’t seem like something someone would do to a ‘simple fuck’.
Oh yes, he thought to himself. There was way more to this than Handsome Jack was letting on.
*
Jack was over the moon when all the reparations had been done by eight the following morning. He had been up all night talking with Torgue who “apparently” had no idea what had been happening with the money. Jack made it quite clear to him that if he ever made any unprofessional and dickish moves against his company again, he’d rip him a new one and stick a fucking loader bot up there.
“You okay?” Tim asked from across the desk, placing his coffee cup down and sighing. “You should sleep.”
Meg hummed in agreement from behind the CEO as she sipped at her own coffee. “We should all sleep. Screw Torgue and that asshole Vasquez.”
“Ha. You know Rhys and I called him Assquez ,” Jack chuckled around a yawn as he folded his arms and rested his head on them on the desk. “What a piece of shit he was. Certainly lived up to his name.”
There was a quiet period where no one spoke, until Tim cleared his throat.
“Rhys, huh? The guy you’ve been messaging for the last few weeks? The one from the meet and greet you did?”
“That’s the one,” Meg said, answering before Jack could open his mouth. She giggled, overtired, and patted Jack on the shoulder. “He’s in deep .”
“Oh?”
“Uh, excuse me,” Jack grunted, sitting up. He resented having to do so because never in his life had his head been so heavy. “You don’t get to stand here and discuss my personal life. You’re my employees. Go...do your jobs. The ones I pay you for?”
“I think we’re entitled to go and sleep too,” Meg grumbled. “Seeing as we’ve been awake just as long as you.”
“Fine! Go and sleep! Just get off my case .”
The two of them hurried off before Jack changed his mind but Jack barely heard the door to his office close due to the fact that he’d fallen asleep with his head on his arms, dreaming sweet dreams about a certain little programmer who seemed to have wormed his way into every inch of his life.
*
“Can you just go?” Rhys moaned, pushing Vaughn towards the door. “Yvette is waiting for you. She’ll be pissed if you’re late!”
“Would you not?” Vaughn leapt away from Rhys and frowned. “I will go when I’m
ready
.”
Rhys began to pace. “He’s going to be here in ten minutes and I swear if he sees you he’ll be put off again .”
“Excellent,” Vaughn replied, clapping his hands together. “What a kind thing to say to your best friend. Okay, alright, I’ll go . But you owe me for this,” he snapped.
“Yes, yes, anything. We’ll sort that out another time. Just...please? Fuck off ?”
“ Bro .”
“...Okay, that was too far. Sorry bro.”
Vaughn sniffed. “I should think so.” He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, slamming it behind him dramatically as Rhys sniggered to himself. When the reality of the situation finally set in, he sucked in a deep breath. Finally, finally he was going to have Jack all to himself. He had primped and preened himself to the absolute maximum and all he could do from that point on was bounce around the apartment nervously and continually check his appearance in the mirror. He had gone for casually cute and sexy, wearing his shortest pyjama shorts and an oversized sweater with a tattered Hyperion logo sprawled across the front. He rolled the sleeves up as he grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the kitchen counter. As he placed them, the doorbell went, meaning that the glasses almost went toppling over the edge with Rhys’s jump of surprise. Smoothing back his hair, Rhys padded over to the door and opened it slowly. Jack stood, bottle of wine in hand, smirking like the asshole that he was.
“Hey pumpkin,” he said, stopping to take in Rhys’s attire. “Well aren’t you as cute as a button this evening?” Suddenly, the man was leaning in very close. His mouth grazed Rhys’s cheek as it found its way to his ear. “I could just eat you up.”
Giggling, Rhys grabbed Jack by his own sweater and dragged him inside. Jack closed the door behind him, setting the wine on the side table to shrug off his jacket. It was only at this point that Rhys fully appreciated what he was wearing. Dark jeans and a black sweater of his own, Jack was looking fine .
“Can I come in properly? Or shall I just stand here while you admire me a little more?”
This earned the older man a smack on the shoulder. Rhys wrapped Jack’s hand in his own and pulled him into the kitchen.
“Thanks for bringing wine. I have more...in the…in the fridge?” Rhys literally couldn’t get over that this was happening. Jack was in his apartment. No distractions. No nothing. “I mean, I don’t know how much we’ll need?”
Jack simply laughed at this and began rooting around various drawers. Rhys folded his arms.
“Um...what are you doing?”
“Doing exactly what you do, Rhysie. Making myself at home. Hunting around places I haven’t been told I can hunt around. Got a corkscrew?” Rhys pointed. “With regards to how much you think we should drink, it all depends on how much you want to remember.” The CEO tossed him a wink and Rhys shrank into himself, blushing hard. He retreated backwards towards the living room, not quite knowing what to do with himself. Suddenly, a glass was placed in his hands and a kiss was placed on his cheek. “Come on then, cupcake. What movie have you got planned for us?”
“I...um...I need to..um…” Jack remained far too close and Rhys bumped into the wall beside the kitchen door. Jack crowded up against him and Rhys took the biggest swig of wine he could manage. “I need to make popcorn? First? Then we can...sit...and watch...a movie?”
Jack chuckled under his breath. “Oh Rhysie, have you actually chosen a movie for this evening?”
At this question, the one he was hoping Jack wouldn’t ask, Rhys bit his cheek and looked away; at anything but Jack.
“Well...I wanted to keep up the Hubflix illusion of ‘Hubflix and Chill’ by offering popcorn but to be quite honest with you I didn’t really think-”
He was cut off by Jack’s mouth on his own, desperate and needy and everywhere all at once. Rhys almost dropped his wine glass but managed somehow to slide it onto the counter beside him. He took Jack’s and did the same, and the moment all breakable things were out of the way, Jack grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him up against the wall.
“Now then,” Jack laughed against Rhys’s lips, “where were we?”
“Hmm?” Rhys asked, head swimming. Jack rolled his eyes.
“I do believe that this was where we essentially left off when we first tried this back in my office. After that little texting mishap of yours.”
“ Oh .”
Jack kissed his way down Rhys’s neck. “I don’t think you’ve had any idea how badly I’ve wanted you, Rhys.”
“I think I can imagine,” Rhys replied breathily, heart pounding. His hands found their way into Jack’s hair and he grasped it firmly, anchoring himself because what Jack was doing with his tongue was driving him crazy.
“Which way is the damned bedroom?” Jack growled, impatient. Rhys gestured with his hand as Jack’s mouth came sliding back up to his own and when Jack’s tongue swept across his lip he moaned a little and smiled into the kiss.
They landed on the bed in a sprawled mess of kisses and groping and everything Jack had been dreaming of having for weeks with the gorgeous programmer beneath him. His hand slipped down and he cupped Rhys’s clearly throbbing cock through his shorts, allowing part of his hand to snake under the material and brush against the kid’s balls. Rhys inhaled sharply at the brief touch and he gripped at Jack’s shoulders hard.
“Oh god , Jack, I just want you,” he breathed, eyes glassy. “It’s been too long and there have been too many interruptions. No more, you hear me?” Rhys seemed angry now, red in the face and eyes wide from his obvious nerves.
“Oh Rhysie, baby, I want nothing more. My ECHO device is off and no one knows I’m here. You’ve got me all night, kitten. I’m all yours.” Jack spoke slowly and softly, bringing an end to the rushing nature of their actions. He stroked a hand down Rhys’s face and tucked a few loose strands behind his ear. “Nothing could take me away from this right now. Hyperion could have lost all of its money and I’d still be right here...with you...um...”
Rhys slid a hand behind Jack’s neck and pushed himself onto his elbows so that their lips could meet. The kiss that followed was unlike any that he and Rhys had shared before. It was drawn out and slow and at that moment it was everything that Jack wanted. He too leant on his elbows, shaking gently as he hovered above Rhys. In a swift movement, Rhys flipped them over and ground his hips down on Jack. The older man swore under his breath and his hands flew up to grip his hips, fingernails digging in ever so slightly.
“You’re right, babe. It really has been too long,” Jack breathed, voice low and uneven. He pushed up into Rhys and the boy doubled over, his hands landing either side of Jack’s face. A wicked smile passed Rhys’s lips, all traces of nerves gone, and he began swiftly unbuttoning Jack’s shirt as he kissed his way down the older man’s chest.
“You have no idea,” Rhys said quietly, swiping his tongue along Jack’s hipbone, “how ridiculously impossible this situation would seem to me if you’d told me this would happen a month ago. Getting to fuck Handsome Jack? No way.”
Jack’s breathing hitched as Rhys bit down on his hip. He bucked and chewed on his lower lip. A fuck...that’s what this was. That’s all this was. Nothing more. Yet the word...seemed harsh now. Too brash and flippant and...not what Jack wanted. He rolled his eyes and squeezed them shut, trying to shove the invasive thoughts from his mind. Rhys was raring to go, drawing ever closer to giving Jack the release he craved…
“Rhys,” he managed in a whisper, collecting Rhys’s chin in his hand and bringing it up gently. “Come here.”
Appearing confused, Rhys did as he was told and crawled up the bed. Jack’s hand remained on his cheek as he hovered above him, mouth inches from Jack’s own.
“Is everything okay?” the younger man asked, concern stringing through his words. “Have I done something wrong?” His eyes widened, as though he was having some kind of realisation, and he began to pull away. Jack caught him by the back of his neck and pushed himself into sitting position, then brought himself onto his knees. Rhys did the same and they simply stared at each other for a moment.
“Oh shit, ” Jack cursed softly, pulling Rhys in. Their lips came together gently, as though time had slowed down just for them. Jack collected Rhys into his arms and drew him into his lap, kissing him long and open-mouthed. “Everything is freaking perfect, you absolute asshole.”
“Excuse me?” Rhys laughed against his mouth. Jack smiled slightly.
“After all this, you honestly believe this is just another fuck to me?”
Rhys was quiet for a second. “I didn’t want to imply-”
“There’s nothing to imply, kiddo.” Jack turned them around and laid Rhys on the bed. He kissed his neck and Rhys moaned happily. “There’s just the goddamn stupid truth which is that after knowing you and chasing after you for weeks...here we are. This isn’t a fuck, Rhys. This is…”
“...Normal?”
“ Yes, ” Jack said, yanking Rhys’s sweater over his head before tugging off his own. “Who’d of thought?” He proceeded to remove his jeans and boxers along with Rhys’s shorts and suddenly there they were, bare to each other for the first time. Rhys’s eyes swept up and down Jack’s body before a naughty smirk found it’s way onto his lips.
“But of course you have to be fucking hung like a horse.”
Jack cackled. “Not too bad yourself, kitten,” he replied, running a sly finger up the length of Rhys’s dick. Rhys shuddered at the unexpected contact and groaned, rolling his eyes.
“In the drawer. There.” He pointed. “Everything we’ll need.”
“No,” Jack hissed, batting his hand down. “Everything I need is right here.” He placed a finger on Rhys’s chest. Rhys blinked.
“What?”
“Ha, nothing,” Jack said, huffing out a laugh and leaning over to open the drawer. As he found what he was looking for, Rhys grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back so their eyes were level.
“No no. You can’t just say that and then shut up. What did that mean?”
Jack winked. “Whatever you want it to mean, kiddo.”
“Soooo this has definitely gone farther than anticipated then. For both of us.” Rhys tapped his index finger against his lip. His face had lit up like a damned sun, eyes practically shimmering with happiness. Jack could have slapped him. What was happening.
“Yeah yeah, maybe. Perhaps. Probably. I dunno. Can I just?” He waggled the bottle of lube in the air and Rhys giggled, nodding.
“Oh my god , please do.”
All humour melted away as Jack slid a condom on and squeezed a sizeable amount of lube onto his fingers. Rhys eyed him as he went, seemingly close to the edge already as his fully erect dick pleaded for Jack to touch it. Being the gentleman that Jack was, he grasped Rhys’s cock as he slid a finger inside him, meeting his sweet spot instantly because Jack was a goddamned pro. Yelping and catching his breath, Rhys dug his fingernails into Jack’s arms as the CEO increased the speed of both of his actions, inserting another finger to have Rhys writhing beneath him and begging him for more.
“Oh Jack, just fuck me please ,” he whimpered, clawing at Jack’s chest now. Jack let out a chuckle and lubed himself up, again the eternal gentleman. He leant forwards, pressing his lips against Rhys’s as he pushed his way into the younger man. Rhys held his breath and pressed down with his hips, practically pleading with Jack to fully sheathe himself.
Rhys cried out, the pornographic sound ricocheting off of the walls, as Jack slammed back into him. His fingers curled into the sheets and his eyes were screwed shut. Jack observed how his mouth was hanging slightly agape, beautiful moans escaping it every so often.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You know that right?”
“I’ve been told once or, oh shit, twice.” Rhys managed a wink before closing his eyes once again. “But it sounds better coming from you .”
There was a swooping motion and suddenly Jack was moving, landing on his back with an oof . The moment he landed, Rhys sank onto him hard and fast and he let loose, letting out an almighty moan which really he should have been embarrassed about. Rhys grinned wickedly and did it again, but could only keep up the impish facade for so long before he too succumbed to the pleasure of it all. When Jack regained some clarity, he snaked his hand up and grabbed Rhys’s weeping cock, pumping it hard and fast until Rhys shook uncontrollably, cursed Jack’s name to the heavens and came all over Jack’s stomach. Jack quickly followed, groaning as that release he’d been dreaming of finally took hold.
“Oh my god,” Rhys murmured, holding himself up with his hands either side of Jack’s shoulders. Jack clutched at Rhys’s hips, jolting every so often because Rhys was still damned tight.
“I mean I know I’m good and all but a god? What a compliment.”
This received Jack a swipe to the arm and a smile that Jack was more than certain he wanted to see every day for the foreseeable future. He hid away his wolfish grin and traced Rhys’s body with his hand. Meg had been right, as per usual.
He was in deep.