Jack was there to catch him as he fell. His hands were on him, gliding over his skin, holding him, touching him, assuring him of his presence with his hands. As his mouth kissed a line down Andrew's chest, and over his stomach.
"Breathe, Andy," he said with a soft laugh as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the groove where stomach met hip, teeth grazing against his skin. Then he licked his tongue down the length of Andrew's erection, painting a warm, wet strip down, and then back up.