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When Jack entered their little studio apartment, Crutchie was on the edge of the bed, gasping, cock in hand. He blinked up at Jack, so grateful his fiance had gotten home early. He needed him, now.Jack must’ve seen that in his eyes, because he dropped his bag and stripped out of his clothes in a rush as he hurried to the bed, catching Crutchie’s moan in a deep kiss. When Jack went to climb over him, Crutchie instead shoved him down onto the bed. Jack didn’t hesitate to take Crutchie in his arms, pulling him over top of him and settling him between Jack’s legs.Crutchie kissed him harshly and hungrily and he pressed his body against Jack’s and moved against him to create as much friction as possible. He never had any trouble getting Jack hard for him, and today was no exception.Jack gasped as Crutchie bit down on his bottom lip. “What has gotten into you?”“Missed you,” Crutchie answered breathlessly, moving his mouth to suck a bruise on Jack’s gorgeous neck. “Need you.”“Anything you want,” Jack swore.“Tell me what you want,” Crutchie demanded, biting down harder to draw a growl from deep in Jack’s throat. He wanted to hear Jack say it. There was nothing sweeter in the world.“You know what I want,” Jack answered hesitantly, but Crutchie’s narrowed eyes told him that wasn’t good enough. He leaned up into another kiss and muttered against his mouth, “I want you to fuck me.”Crutchie was satisfied with this answer, and grinned against another kiss. “You want my cock, baby?” he crooned, moving against Jack a bit more. A sting of pain shot up his leg and he ignored it.“God yes.”“You need me to get you ready?”Jack bit his lip and shook his head lightly. “M’fine, just fuck me.”Crutchie smiled. God, he loved it when Jack got like this, so desperate for him. Jack was already fumbling for the lube, and a moment later was grasping Crutchie’s cock to slick it from base to tip. Crutchie leaned into the touch, chewing on his lip and humming happily.Jack bent his knees and brought his legs up to latch them onto Crutchie’s hips, his position providing Crutchie a little more support and leverage. Still stroking him lovingly, Jack guided Crutchie’s cock to his entrance with one hand and reached down to grip Crutchie’s ass with the other, urging him forwards.Crutchie let out a happy little moan as he begun to slide inside Jack, who was whimpering at the pain and pleasure. He let himself go slowly, focusing on slipping in and out, a little deeper with each thrust. His weight was mostly on his arms, pulling himself up as Jack rocked his hips up towards him to pull him in deeper.Once he was full of Crutchie, Jack gripped his own cock, stroking it in time with every movement Crutchie made. Jack leaned in to kiss him sloppily, cursing and begging into Crutchie’s mouth.“Fuck, fuck,” he chanted helplessly.Crutchie tried to build his pace, but his leg was already starting to ache. He shoved it to the back of his mind. He would deal with it later. Right now Jack was beneath him, surrounding him, crying out for more. There was nothing better.Jack didn’t miss the look of concentration of Crutchie’s face, however. “Baby,” he muttered shakily. “We can stop if-”He didn’t let Jack finish, interrupting him by pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming it in to the hilt, drawing a cry from Jack as he threw his head back against the mattress. That settled the matter. Crutchie poured his energy and efforts into pushing into Jack as hard as he could, reveling in every sound and every plea he dragged from his lover.Jack leaned up and sucked the flesh of Crutchie’s shoulder between his teeth, latching on for dear life as he held Crutchie’s arm and dragged his nails down the back of his bicep. Crutchie knew how close his love was, and damn the throbbing in his damn leg. He quickened his pace as much as he could manage, thankful for the way Jack was pushing his hips up forcefully to meet his thrusts. God, he was so tight and warm, and the way he was shaking and crying out his name.“Charlie, fuck,” Jack came with a violent shudder, his eyes screwed shut and his lips shivering around the words. Crutchie kept up his movement to coax Jack through his orgasm before near collapsing down on top of him.“God, I love you,” he whispered.Jack just shook his head. “You didn’t-”“It’s fine,” Crutchie tried. His leg was killing him.“Baby, do you want me to help?”Crutchie considered for a moment, then took a breath and nodded against Jack’s skin. “Please.”Jack adjusted himself, relaxing his legs enough so that he could reach down to grip Crutchie’s ass. He pulled him up and into himself sharply, trying to match the speed and intensity with which Crutchie had been fucking him.Crutchie clung to him, gasping happily. Jack was quaking and whimpering beneath him, clearly overstimulated yet determined to bring Crutchie with him. The way he was shivering and cursing, the way he was drawing Crutchie inside him with a forceful rhythm, and the taste of his sweat on Crutchie's mouth. Together, those sensations shoved Crutchie over the edge, and he let out a string of nonsensical curses as he came inside Jack.After they both took a moment to catch their breaths and press kisses to each other's necks and faces, Jack helped Crutchie down onto the mattress. Crutchie tried to hide his wince of pain as his leg took a bad angle, but Jack caught it.“You need your pills?” he asked softly.“No,” Crutchie answered. “It’ll pass.”Jack buried his face in his fiance’s neck. “Are you okay, baby?”Crutchie just laughed breathlessly. “It was worth it. Could you-”Jack knew instantly what his love needed. He helped him to rest his back against the headboard and moved himself over to lay Crutchie’s bad leg across his lap. He took it in his hands, kneading at his flesh tenderly. Crutchie relaxed into the sensation and smiled contentedly.