Jack apologises to Marcus

"That was some story, Marcus..." Jack breathed, reaching up to rub a hand through his hair. His dark eyes were fixed on the young prince sitting on the bed beside him, wide with something like awe. Across the room, sitting on a chair and watching the two of them, Juliet nodded insistently She'd followed them all the way here to Jack's room and sat there casually, though exactly why Marcus wasn't quite sure why yet. At least he wasn't as frightened of the mute redhead as he had been during their first night together. She wasn't so bad, now he was used to her. "Damn, I'm glad things...worked out, as well as they could." Jack continued. "It was very brave, what you said to Lyra..."

"Um...it wasn't really." Marcus murmured, feeling his cheeks flush. He certainly didn't feel like he'd done anything brave or special. Lyra had just needed someone to listen to her when she got all angry, that was all. Anyone could have managed that.

"When I left you with her, I knew she'd want to take out her anger at your father on you." Jack sighed, glancing down at the floor. A look of guilt flickered across his face. "It just...I felt like it had to happen sometime and I thought she'd gotten better since seeing us together. I wanted this mess over the debt to be over quicker, to stop it hanging over your head the way it was and this seemed like the best way to persuade her to ease up on you. I should have said more to her, made it clear she wasn't to treat you that way. Even though you managed to get through to her, it was way too careless of me to just hand you over like that when she was so angry at you. I'm so sorry, Marcus...."

"No, it's alright!" Marcus replied hurriedly. He leaned hurriedly into his handsome lover's side, his hand slipping up to clutch at the older man's shirt. "I'm um, glad it happened, mostly. She didn't...really end up hurting me. And even if it was a bit frightening, I needed to speak to Lyra like that alone, and I think maybe she needed it too." He'd...ended up leaving a couple things out of the story, like just how eager Lyra had been to hear about him and Jack in bed, and how scared he'd been when she'd pounced on him with that fake cock, but his feelings were the same. If last night hadn't happened the way it did, Lyra would have stayed just as sad and angry, convinced the man who loved her mother had been responsible for her ****. At least this way she knew the truth... "I hope she's feeling a bit better now." The young prince sighed.

"Marcus...damn, after everything we did to you, you still say that." Jack murmured. The young prince shivered in delight as a large, muscly arm wrapped around him and guided him gently into his handsome lover's side. "You're something really special, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not." Marcus giggled. He wasn't at all, he was just a scared, naive boy who didn't know much about anything, but it felt really nice to hear that from Jack anyway.

"Yes you certainly are, and I'm not going to let anyone say different, not even if it's you." Jack grinned, his large hand giving the young prince a firm squeeze on the side that made Marcus squeal in delight.

The young prince felt his chest get all warm and tight as Jack held him under one arm, a hand rubbing gently down his side towards his thigh. At the same time, being pressed up against the larger, muscular body of his lover was...rather exciting as well. He shifted on the bed, feeling his dick starting to ache and stiffen between his legs. He'd...been thinking about another night with Jack and what they'd do together quite a lot. Turning his head, he stared eagerly up at his lover, waiting for it to begin. Jack leaned slightly towards him, and the young prince's lips parted willingly, already longing for one of those amazing kisses that made it so very hard to think.

"Uh, you going to just sit there, Julie?" The older man asked suddenly. Marcus yelped in shock, blushing scarlet. His wide eyes flickered back to the redhead who was still sitting on her chair, staring at the two of them with an eager smirk. He'd totally forgotten she was even there! The mute woman smirked wider, then raised her hand to her face. She pointed at her eyes with two fingers, than back at the pair of them, making a low, laughing noise. "You...want to watch?" Jack asked. She nodded eagerly, something very insistent in the gesture. "Julie, come on. I know...we've messed around before, but that's not fair on him." Marcus bit his lip, a little flutter of excitement in his belly at the thought of the redhead watching him and Jack together, an audience to whatever the handsome older man intended to do with him. And he'd...been with both of them already, was it any different to have her here now?

"Oh...um, I don't mind." He admitted shyly, cheeks blazing. "Juliet can watch if she likes, and if you're okay with it, Jack."

"You really don't mind her watching?" Jack turned back to him, looking a little shocked. Marcus shook his head. Then the older man smiled again, his dark eyes lighting up. "Why am I even surprised?" His hand slid down under Marcus, and the young prince yelped in delighted shock as firm fingers gave his butt a little squeeze. "After the way you sucked me off in that storeroom as well, I think there's a bit of a slut hiding behind that pretty, innocent face of yours." Jack grinned teasingly, but as his gaze moved over the young prince there was a simmering desire in his dark eyes that made Marcus shiver in turn, his stiff dick throbbing. Juliet too was leaning forward on her chair, her gaze flickering between the two of them. One of her hands was idly moving between her spread legs, tracing between them through her clothes. She was clearly very excited to watch them, something that made the young prince only more thrilled himself. He could please Jack...and her at the same time!

"Um.." Marcus whimpered, blushing to his ears. His lover's hand still settled under his butt, rubbing the tender flesh of his cheeks through his clothing was making it kind of hard to speak. He wasn't that kind of naughty boy, well not usually anyway, but if Jack liked him that way. "Maybe, I guess..." He breathed, his soft voice trembling with something like excitement. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Hmm, well, I'll start by putting you in my lap and kissing you until you can't think straight." Jack smirked. The young prince barely even had time to squeak in shock before the older man grabbed him firmly by the waist and lifted him up, pulling him over until he sat across Jack's knees. His head was up, his lips open and ready, as his lover leaned down and kissed him, gentle and tender at first. The young prince melted, shivering like a leaf as a swirling mixture of delight and trembling relief swelled up inside him. He hadn't even realized how much tension his night with Lyra had left in him, but now back in his lover's arms he felt it all just melt away. Only Jack's hands on his body kept him from collapsing into the older man, and he leaned up eagerly, trying to get as much of the kiss as he could. He whimpered softly as his lover broke the kiss at last, his eyes wide and needy as he stared up at the older man's handsome face and his dick aching hard. He just wanted to Jack to kiss him forever! "There, I think that did it." Jack murmured, his hand brushing over the young prince's back. "Now, I want you out of these clothes." The rumbling desire in his voice made the young prince moan softly. That was even better than kissing!

Jack took the small tunic by the hem and started pulling it up, Marcus wriggling off his lap to make it easier. The garment slipped up off his body so easily, and he hadn't been wearing anything underneath obviously. That left him sitting totally naked in his lover's lap, his slender chest rising and falling with his hot, panting breaths. He found himself spreading his legs slightly, his small dick stiff and eager between them. Jack's gaze moved hungrily over his naked flesh. The older man dropped the robe to one side, his hands darting back in to seize Marcus in a firm grip that made the young prince whimper with desire at how strong his muscly lover was. Jack lifted the naked boy easily up into another, fiercer kiss, his warm tongue sliding between the young prince's willing lips. Marcus shuddered like a leaf, every part of him focused on the warmth of his lover's body against him, the way Jack held him so easily and kissed him with that forceful desire that made him just melt in the older man's arms.

"Jack..." He whimpered, as they broke apart again. His hips were trembling, thrusting his aching, needy dick up. He just couldn't help it, his body trembling with white-hot desire to have the older man plant him face down on the bed and fill him with that thick, hard cock again. Maybe he really was a naughty slut like Jack had said, but if so...right now he was Jack's slut.

"Enjoying the show?" Jack grinned, lifting his head to stare at Juliet, his stubbled cheeks flushed. Marcus whimpered softly, turning a bit to glance over his shoulder. The redhead was leaning right towards them, watching everything avidly. Her hand was down her trousers now, her fingers dancing over where her pussy had to be. She nodded eagerly in response to Jack's question, before flashing Marcus a teasing smirk that made the young prince shiver and blush even hotter. "Good..." Jack grunted. He moved suddenly, lifting Marcus up with him as he rose off the bed. The young prince was held for a moment in strong, firm arms against a muscly chest, then he was laid down on the sheets on his back, his body handled so easily by his strong, commanding lover. His eyes were huge, swimming with lust and desire as he stared up at Jack looming over him. Under the older man's simmering stare, he found himself once again spreading his thighs, his eager little dick twitching in the air. His hands clutched at the sheets as hot desire tingled on his skin.

"Jack, please..." He gasped hotly, not even sure what he was asking for. He just wanted Jack to climb on the bed and take him already...to do something to ease this aching need to be used that was sweeping him up like a tide.

"Fuck, isn't that a sweet sight." Jack growled, his voice rough. His hands were at his shirt, and he hurriedly yanked the clothing off him, exposing his chest to the young prince's eager stare. He clambered up onto the bed, the amazing muscles of his shoulders bulging and rippling as he moved over to kneel beside Marcus' trembling, naked body. Jack loomed over the slender young prince, the bulge in the front of his trousers making it clear he was rock-hard. "Now, Marcus..." Jack murmured hotly, leaning over the young prince. "Time to give you what you're begging for..."