Rhys noticed Jack poking at himself in the mirror more and more. He tried not to bring it up, unsure if Jack wanted to talk about it—probably not, considering how tacit he could be about his feelings and insecurities—until he noticed Jack tossing a half-eaten bag of pretzels into the garbage one morning.

That’s when he knew things were serious, and he needed to take action.

“C’mon, pumpkin, really not in the mood—“ Jack grunted as Rhys pushed him down against the bed, winding his eyebrows together as he tried to pull up the hem of his sweater. He tried to stay Rhys’ hands until the younger man sighed and started to unbutton his own shirt.

“Okay, look, I’ll do it first? That good?” Rhys quickly revealed his own torso, tossing his clothes aside before placing his hands on Jack’s shoulders. Hoping maybe taking off his shirt might help disarm Jack enough so Rhys could show how much he appreciated him.

“Ugh. Fine.” Jack leaned back and planted his hands against the bed, allowing Rhys to push his sweater up and over his head until it clung to his biceps. Jack looked off pointedly to the side, annoyed but resigning to letting Rhys do as he pleased.

“Jack…” Rhys trailed his hands down Jack’s body, appreciating the tense muscles in his shoulders and chest, even when they gave way to soft curves in his hips and abdomen. Rhys had never had a problem with Jack’s body—honestly, he’d always preferred it to extremely cut, idealized-looking guys—but if he was feeling weird about it then obviously Rhys needed to up his game and make sure his lover knew.

“Lay back,” Rhys purred as he gently pushed Jack back down against the bed, kissing his frowning face before he turned around and straddled Jack’s shoulders. He looked right down his body, appreciating the terrain of his belly and hips and legs stretching out over the edge of the bed. He pressed a kiss right below Jack’s sternum, gradually inching his way down over Jack’s soft stomach with warm, wet kisses until he reached his waistband. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock to spring free.  

Rhys grasped Jack’s upper thigh, enjoying the give of his flesh as he lowered his head to lick the tip of Jack’s cock. He could feel the man’s answering moan behind him, Jack’s hands settling on his hips a moment later.

“If you’re feeling down about yourself…haven’t been doing my job right…” Rhys breathed a moment before he took Jack’s cock into his mouth proper. He hollowed his cheeks and pressed his tongue up against the shaft as he pushed it past his lips.

After a couple moments Rhys felt the hands on his hips travel around to his groin, unzipping his fly and shifting his pants down below his ass. Rhys moaned around Jack’s cock as he felt a hand slid around his own cock, stroking it off before something warm and wet kissed the tip.

Rhys nearly choked when Jack started to suck him off, a little awkwardly thanks to the position but Jack quickly figured it out, sending a rhythm more or less in tandem with Rhys. He rolled his hips down into Jack’s mouth as he thrusted up into his, their bodies pumping and grinding together.

Rhys managed to get Jack coming first, filling his mouth and leaking down his chin, unable to fully keep his lips shut with Jack also sucking him off. He swallowed roughly, licking any that dribbled down Jack’s softening cock before focusing on pushing his own dow into his lover’s mouth.

Rhys let out a soft yelp as Jack pushed him to the side then onto his back, using gravity now to help bob his head up and down until Rhys too came, splashing all the way up in Jack’s throat. Rhys shivered as he felt Jack’s lips tighten around his shaft, not missing a drop of his come when he pulled off.

“…Really needed that, Rhysie…” Jack panted, wiping his mouth as he looked over his shoulder at Rhys. The young man tucked his chin to his chest, offering Jack a weak thumbs-up.

“You remember how s-sexy you are now?” Rhys smirked, satisfied as Jack turned around to properly look at him him, all previous shame and self-consciousness melted off. Jack leaned his chin against his palm, confident smirk indisputably back to reign on his face.

“All thanks to you, babe.”