Title: Riding The Cowboy
Series: A First Time For Everything
Author: Sweets O'Rielly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack / Spot
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: Oh, if only they belonged to me, but alas, they belong
to Disney.  Think if I whine enough I can get me some Spot and Jack action
figures?  Fully poseable ones?  Huh?
Notes: That plot is still a-comin'!  I can feel it... I'm on the
verge of writing something with plot! 

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It was still dark when Spot Conlon woke up.  He shivered a little and
for a moment he wondered why he was so cold.  Memory came in the form of
a warm body pressed against his back.  He stretched his muscles and was
happy when nothing hurt.  Last night had been a new experience - Jack
had never been that rough or aggressive before.  Spot liked it, but he
hoped that the old Jack wasn't gone for good.  The old Jack was fun,
too.

A small smile tugged at Spot's lips as he thought about exactly what the
"Old Jack" liked to do when he got into a fun, playful mood.  Spot's
hands wandered down his body, pausing to finger the faint bite mark
around his left nipple, before continuing down to grasp his semi-erect
member.  He closed his eyes and could clearly remember the first time
Jack had done this for him.  He pictured Jack leaning over him, biting
his bottom lip in concentration as his hands worked his lover.

The groans weren't imagined, and neither was the tension that was
building in Spot's body.  It started in his shoulders and grew until it
shot down to his groin.  He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep
from crying out.  Once his breathing was back to  normal, Spot looked
down at his hands, which were covered with his semen.  Behind him, Jack
muttered something unintelligible in his sleep.  Spot got an idea and he
chuckled softly to himself.  He got to his knees, careful not to touch
anything with his hands.  Jack rolled onto his back, saving Spot the
trouble of pushing him over.

He took a moment to admire his lover's naked body. Life on the streets
had left its mark on Jack Kelly.  His muscles were well pronounced, due
to some of the extra jobs he had taken on to help friends, or to earn
some extra cash.  A scar cut across Jack's ribs, the only evidence of an
unfair fight that would have been long forgotten had it not left a
reminder.  Spot's eyes drifted down, to Jack's cock.  The wicked smile
returned to his lips and Spot reached out and grabbed hold.

Jack's member reacted immediately, hardening under Spot's attention.  He
coated Jack with the semen from his hands, wondering if it would be
enough.  It wouldn't matter, because the pain and the pleasure went hand
in
hand.  Spot pushed all thoughts out of his mind when Jack mumbled Spot's
name.

"Damn well bettah be dreamin' of me," he muttered as he crept up his
lover's body.  As he sat back against Jack's stomach, the other boy
opened his eyes.  Spot put his hands down on Jack's chest to steady
himself as he rose to his knees.

"Whatta ya doin'?" Jack asked sleepily.

"Whatta ya think I'm doin'?" Spot asked as he moved backward a few
inches.  "I'm riding the cowboy."  Jack chuckled for a moment.

"That's b- oh!" Jack's words were swallowed by a loud groan as Spot
slowly lowered himself onto Jack.  Jack's eyes fell closed and all he
could concentrate on was the tightness surrounding his most sensitive
part.  He felt Spot take his hands and press them firmly to his hips,
wordlessly asking Jack to set the pace.

"Were you about to tell me that my joke was bad?" Spot asked, his voice
hardly more than a breathy whisper as he rose up and then slid back
down.  His hands crept up Jack's chest and came to rest against the
other boy's nipples.  Quickly, he pinched the small pink nubs, and was
rewarded with a gasp from his lover.

"Nope," Jack moaned, gripping Spot's hips tightly.  He set a slow,
teasing rhythm, almost as if to make up for earlier.  "I like whatcha
doin' just fine."

"Good," Spot said as he clenched his muscles around Jack.  The boy on
the bottom groaned.  The room was silent for a long time, with the
exception of a few strangled moans.  Their rhythm became faster, but not
aggressive.  Jack's hands left Spot's hips and he grabbed hold of his
lover's erection.  Spot whimpered when Jack's hand closed around him and
slowly, to the same rhythm that they were moving to, Jack's hand began
to slide back and forth.  Spot knew he wasn't going to last long (he
never did when Jack had his attention focused on him), but he was unable
to speak to tell his lover that.

Jack had long ago memorized Spot's body language.  He could tell that
Spot wouldn't be able to hold out for very long.  He didn't mind,
because he himself was having trouble.  Jack closed his eyes, tightened
his hand around Spot, and felt his lover shudder.  Jack came a few
moments after Spot did.  They fell back against each other, breathing
heavily, and exchanged lazy kisses.  Jack was almost asleep again when
he felt, rather than heard, Spot laughing.

"Feelin' a little sticky there, Cowboy?"

"Uh... yeah," Jack said as he sat up and pushed Spot off of him.  "We
bettah get cleaned up 'fore we get stuck together permanently."

"Might not be so bad, y'know," Spot said as he leaned over and reached
for a pitcher of water that he usually kept on the floor near the
window.  "I'd getta have my way wit ya whenever I want."

"True," Jack said as he began to wash Spot's chest with a small piece of
rag.  "But whose gonna explain to tha boys why we're stuck together?"

"Hmm... yeah," Spot said, his eyes never leaving Jack's as the other boy
helped him get cleaned up.  "Plus, it's gross."  Jack laughed and shook
his head.

"Yeah," he said.  When they were clean, they both climbed back into the
narrow bed, spooning each other.  No one spoke for a long while.

"Thanks for the ride," Spot said softly, but Jack was all ready asleep.

End.