
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” + Jack/Parse, OMGCP, E
They’re loud enough in their argument that Bitty hears them, Kent offhand in his arrogance but stilted, Jack irritated and anxious.
What Bitty misses is the scruff of fabric against skin, the soft thump of Kent dropping to his knees, Jack’s groan, desperate and ashamed.
Bitty’s gone by the time Jack clutches at Kent’s blonde hair, knocking his dumb hat to the ground, Kent’s muffled whimpers coming quickly as Jack thrusts shallowly in the tiny increments he knows Kent loves, knows that it’s better for him when he can barely breathe around the cock in his throat.
Kent shifts and looks up at Jack and he’s so smug, the bastard, even with his knees bruising against the hard floor, and Jack is suddenly, blindingly angry, hates that Kent can just take him apart after all this time, knows exactly the right buttons to push to get them here. Kent’s good though, always was, and Jack lasts as long as he can, buried in the velvety cling of Kent’s mouth until he shivers and comes, clenching and shuddering as it rolls through him, curling down to ride it out as Kent struggles to breathe.
Jack almost presses a kiss to Kent’s head, almost pets his face lightly with both hands as he comes down, remembers in time that they don’t do that anymore. Instead, he pulls out and Kent sits back unsteadily, wiping his mouth with one plaid sleeve. Jack leans against his desk, a little shell-shocked, and as he watches Kent swallow, his own mouth aches, sore and reddened where he’s bitten it raw.
Kent looks up at him, still so fucking smug. “Wait a minute,” Jack says slowly as Kent waits, shifting on his knees. “Are you… are you jealous? Of Bittle?” Kent flushes and looks away, awkward with his dick still hard and heavy, obscenely outlined against the inseam of his jeans.
Jack leans forward, and he’s uncertain in most ways, but not about Kent. Not in a moment like this. “You should be, Kenny,” he says roughly, “he’s a good guy,” and Jack reaches out to grasp Kent’s chin, swiping away a stray hint of come and tugging him up for a kiss.