Stopping by the medical tent to get a small bag in case of an emergency, Kieran made his way to the spot behind the ten in one where Jack asked him to meet. Things hadn't yet progressed since the Eli. Once in a while, Kieran might kiss him on the forehead before he slept, but nothing more had happened in the meantime.
If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into. He only knew he wanted to protect Jack, he had since they’d first met, and being close to him meant doing that. However, there was a part of him that reminded himself life was fleeting and while Jack could live his whole life with Kieran, Kieran would eventually have to say goodbye. The thought of it broke his heart, like a small miner chipping away at his very soul. Perhaps it was best just to keep it like it had always been.
Finally he saw Jack approach and offered a smile to his friend. “Thought I was going to have to come find ye.” He said loudly to the approaching figure.
Jack laughed a little as he pushed himself up to meet Kieran. “Patience.” He said, knowing the irony of preaching patience while being a ‘time wizard’.
The two of them ventured away from the tents, away into the desert to a place that would be good to set up. Jack reached into the bag at his side and pulled a blanket out, passing it to jack. “Here, this should be better that laying right on the ground.” He was a bit nervous, not sure what they were, how to act. It felt different than the new people he’d dated before. Almost like because of their history and how well they knew each other… there was more to lose. Also, he was a guy.
Kieran followed Jack away from the grounds, away from everyone until they found a spot. He laid the blanket down and kneeled down to allow Jack to wrap his arms around his shoulders. He could feel the nerves coming off of Jack, almost like they were pulsating from him. He could understand, he recalled being nervous himself the first time he remembered being with a man. Who knew how he felt before he died?
Picking Jack up from the chair he placed him down onto the blanket and sat down next to him. He’d watched the stars many times and they never failed to amaze him. He was happy he’d be able to spend this time with Jack. “Ye know, ye never asked me why I still look the way I do.” Maybe it was time for him to know, away from everyone else. At this point, Jack had caught up with the way he looked, age wise and he knew that the younger man had to have some questions.
Jack reached up to his chair once on the ground and pulled his sketchbook and a pencil from the bag. “Nope, I’ve not.” He said with a nod as he opened the book. “I mean, I know you’re not a Vampire- you’re warm and have never tried to drink my blood.” He chuckled. “And I know there are things out there I dun know about, but you’re good an’ kind.” Jack shrugged slightly. “Figured y’tell me when y’wanted to.” Or at least he hoped as much.
Perhaps he should have put it all out there, he wasn’t sure why he’d never said anything after all these years. Maybe it was because he hoped he could pretend to be aging before, when those close to him were still young. Now those people had grown and he’d stayed the same, there was no denying it now. “Well, yer right about one thing. I’m definitely not a vampire.” And they radiated ugliness so he tended not to stay around him.
It didn’t matter right now though, all that mattered was watching the stars with Jack, something he hadn’t done much of yet. “It’s a bit hard to explain, I’m not exactly sure where to start.” His fingers came to play along the collar of Jacks coat, hoping to cause a little distraction from the subject.
Jack smiled softly, a hand raising to Kieran’s fingers. “Most stories start at the beginnin’” he teased, giving him his hand back. “Now lay back or somethin’ give somethin’ t’draw.”
Jack started sketching out the frame of the older man who looked young. “We’re all a bit strange. I mean I’m a Magus with wings. And you’re…”
“An angel…” he said almost as if he had no control over the words. He laid back, letting his hands fall behind his head and took in the words he had just freely admitted to Jack. He had never told anyone that, not anyone, Jack was the first.
The silence weighed heavy on him and he closed his eyes before peering up at the stars in the sky. Would Jack even believe him?
“Fuck.” Jack said after a moment's silence, pencil paused mid line.
An angel. And angel who had kissed him. Somehow those two concepts were hard to reconcile. Angel he could get behind, sure. He’d been told stories about them during mass. But Kieran didn’t have wings that he knew of. But then he’d kissed him, liked him- in more than a friend way. That went against what they were taught at mass.
“So… you’re like a holy being or something?” He asked, leaning forward slightly. “What are you doing here then?” With me.
He sighed as he fixed his gaze over to Jack. “Not exactly...I just do what I’m meant to do. I heal.” He recalled the stories himself. Of Gabriel, Rafael, and Michael but that’s wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t an archangel fighting battles against demons, all Kieran did was heal those who needed to be healed.
“I just woke up one day and there was another angel, a shepherd, and he guided me through the process.” He explained, lifting his head up again to look at the stars. “I know how hard this is to process. I’ve been through it.”
His hand went back to moving the pencil across the page. “Woke up… like with god or… it’s something else, right? I mean like… my mentor had this book where some guy a long time ago told a story about how Magi were half Fairy. Like, that’s why we have wings and have issues with iron.” Which was why the bars on Jack’s chair were made of copper and brass. “So, like are you somethin like that?” He asked curiously.
Jack was a smart cookie and Kieran could see the way the wheels were turning in his brain. “Something like that. I didn’t wake up with God, just in my heart is all.” He didn’t want to try and explain because then things got messy.
His arm came up from under his neck to reach up to Jacks collar. “None of that matters, just ye and me.” He professed, wanting just to get over that part of their conversation. Somedays he wasn’t sure he wanted to be angel anymore.
“And I like ‘ye’ too.” Jack chuckled, leaning in to kiss the other man softly. He did, even if he wasn’t sure it was right. It was hard to deny his feelings.
He reached out and placed a hand on Kieran’s waist as he gently pulled back from the kiss. “And that’s not half bad either.” He grinned.
“Oi, are ye making fun of me?” He laughed, accepting the kiss as it came to him. He didn’t know where this would go, but he liked how it was going. Kieran was tired of the distance between him so he pulled Jack down to the same level he was, careful not to hurt him in any way.
“Stop drawing and come here.” He pleaded, gripping tight to the fabric of Jacks collar. They were alone, which meant they could be as close as they wanted, and Kieran wanted to be as close as possible.
Jack let out a small laugh as he let his sketchbook fall to the side and laid down next to Kieran. “Maybe a little. But I love th’way you talk.” He said, knowing he probably sounded like an uneducated hick sometimes himself. That’s what happened when you lived around carnies and grew up all over the US, an accent that wasn’t quite here or there. He brushed his hand through his short hair and looked upon the Angel. A real life Angel. It was still hard to wrap his mind around, but it didn’t change who Kieran was. His friend.
“It is nice, yea? T’be out and alone? Peaceful out here.” Well to a point, they could hear people in the distance, some turning in others talking or drinking or doing whatever they wanted. He placed a hand on Kieran’s arm. “I like bein’ with you, I mean not like I’m not with you a lot, you sleep a few feet away from me and Zion isn’t that big but I mean-“ Jack was rambling a bit. Nervous. “I like this.”
Kieran smiled a Jack, letting his fingers run through the short hair on his head. “I like it too.” He replied and leaned in closer so that he could wrap his other arm around Jacks abdomen. He could have done this years ago but it didn’t feel right, not until recently.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner.” He admitted, bringing his lips to Jacks. Try as they might there was no ignoring the sparks that were flying now. He kissed the younger man, the man he’d watched grow up before his very eyes. It was magical in its own way.
Jack started to shake his head. “Don’t b-“ he hummed as their lips impacted again, feeling his lips part slightly as the kiss deepened. It felt like his stomach was flipping- in a good way. His hand reached up and cupped Kieran’s cheek, his skin seemed to tingle as his side was touched.
It was cool out but he was feeling a little warm. Thankfully it wasn’t that cold in the desert. He started to shrug off his coat as they kissed, breaking it only to finish and set it aside. He had a buttoned shirt and undershirt still, but the jacket off made him feel cooler right away. Once rid of the fabric he went back to continue their kissing.
His mind raced with so many questions. Where were they going? Did he want to go farther? He thought he did. Did Kieran? How would that even work between two men? Would Kieran be disappointed with him? Would his body behave and even do what he wanted in the moment?
As the kiss deepened, Kieran felt Jack remove his jacket, feeling the warmth of his arms come back to Kieran. The situation was everything he wanted in that moment, to feel the energy that Jack put into every kiss. It was electric and exhilarating. The main focus though was Jack. Jack who had to stop time to openly share his feelings for Kieran. He didn’t want him to be uncomfortable in any way.
Carefully he pulled his arm away and removed one side of the coat he wore before sitting up slightly to remove the other side. The garment was tossed onto the ground and his hands came to frame Jacks face as he took what he wanted from those lips.
He found his hand moving to Kieran’s chest. He could feel his strong frame, the Eli did require a bit of force to operate. A smile spilled into the kiss as he felt light happy. God, it felt nice and good to be there. He parted from Kieran, staying close as he took in a few needed breaths. “...” He couldn’t think of anything to say. He had so much he wanted to ask or share, but nothing in that moment to say.
Jack rolled into his back and looked up at Kieran, chest rising and falling. “I now know why I feel so good around you- I mean- why it dun hurt as much.” He laughed. “Sneaky.”
He chuckled for a bit and looked down at Jack. He’d propped himself up so that he laid halfway on top of him, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg, and ran his fingers through his hair. “Suppose the cats out of the bag, eh?” He joked with as sincere a laugh as he ever had.
Fingers curled into the fabric of Jacks shirt and he rested his forehead against his. “Is this... something… yer ready for? I don’t want... to do anything… ye don’t want to.” Although it must have been clear how much Kieran did as his breaths came in short spurts.
He had a nice laugh.
“I…” He felt a buzz run up his chest from Kieran’s grasp. He did, didn’t he? Or something. He didn’t even know what to expect, it felt like it did the first time he was with- someone else. But still, it was uncharted territory for him. “Yes… I think… I’m not sure.” Oh he felt like such a louse. “I mean I-I do, I just… don’t know what to… do.” He chewed his lip slightly and hoped Kieran didn’t regret being there with him.
Always positive didn’t mean he wasn’t self confident. He knew his flaws, and could normally hide them from people. He’d be showing off some big and personal ones if things progressed. Would Kieran change his mind? He looked up at Kieran expectantly. “Maybe, can you teach me?”
A warm smile came to Kieran’s face. He could tell Jack was nervous, he recalled being as such his first time too. A hand came to cup his friends jaw, letting his thumb graze over his cheek. “Why don’t we start simple?” He offered. They didn’t need to jump right into some of the activities Kieran had experienced, he could tell that they were frightening. So for now, he’d try and keep it as uncomplicated as he could.
He brought his hand to Jacks chest and slowly let his hand trail down until he came to the belt on his trousers. His fingers deftly plucked open the buckle and looked into Jacks eyes. “I’m going to take ye into my hand, like ye might do to yerself.” He wanted to be as honest as he could with what he was doing so that Jack didn’t get frightened.
Teeth caught his lip again apprehensively as his breathing increased and deepened. “Okay.” He said with a small nod, a hand moving to Kieran’s shoulder as if to brace himself.
What if he was disappointed? What if he didn’t respond the way he should? As quick as he should?
“I-I- y-you should know… everything… works- but… it’s… slow.” He stammered. The original injury had partially severed Jack’s spine. This was one of the main reasons he couldn’t walk- that and his broken pelvis had healed in a way that couldn’t support his weight fully- at least not without extreme pain. But, the partial sever is what allowed him the minor movements in his legs, the fact he could feel things and that his parts worked below the injury point. However, it did diminish his abilities slightly in such a way that it took more stimulation than normal to… respond. “Sorry…” he said, furrowing his brow as he prepared for disappointment.
Kieran looked down at Jack, a nervous mess in his arms and his face fell. He didn’t want to make Jack do anything he didn’t want to, and he didn’t want him to feel bad about what he felt. “Jack, it’s me. Ye don’t have to apologize.” He encouraged but kept his hand still where it sat by his belt.
He wished he could calm him with his healing touch but that wasn’t what it did. “We can stop anytime ye want.” He encouraged because the last thing he wanted to do was stress Jack out. Kieran wanted this but not until he knew Jack did too.
“No- I just… I dun want you t’think I’m broken- or dun work.” He said, shaking his head. “I-I want to.” Jack did, even though it might not be obvious, he did feel those urges stirring. He could feel his mergers warm and his skin tingle with anticipation at Kieran’s touch.
“I don’t care.” He replied and hungrily took in Jacks lips. The warmth he felt spread through his body he felt all the way up his spine. With his free hand he unbuttoned Jacks pants one button at a time before sliding his palm past his small clothes. They’d shared a lot over the years and Kieran was certain he knew Jack more than Jack realized.
Grasping at what lay beneath his trousers, Kieran broke the kiss to regard Jack eye to eye. “Like this..” he breathed, grasping from the base and slowly dragging his hand up the shaft. His touch was soft for now, careful not to go at it too vigorously yet.
His breath stuttered at the touch. He was excited, he should be hard, but it took almost a full minute of coaxing from Kieran to be stiff under his hand. “Oh..” He gasped. It wasn’t the first time someone else had touched him of course, but somehow this felt different. Other times it was just to get him ready to take his partner. But Kieran made it feel almost as if it was for Jack, that he didn’t want something from him but wanted to give him something.
Kieran didn’t need anything from Jack, the experience for the most part was for him and him alone. They could explore some more in time but this was for him now. “See?” He said softly against his lips, letting his movements keep a steady pace. He wanted this to be special for Jack and he hoped he was making it as special as it could be. His lips grazed Jack’s jawline, taking in the sharp shapes that had developed as he aged.
“This is..” he breathed deeply against his skin. “..for ye, only ye.” He said softly into his ear.
“Kieran.” Jack whimpered as their cheeks brushed against each other, he could feel the warm breath in his ear and his fingers tightened on the other man’s shoulder.
He had impulses he couldn’t follow. The urge to buck his hips into the other man’s hand, fell to nothing as his abdomen tightened, trying futilely. His eyes closed as a shiver ran through him, his leg twitched ever so slightly in response to the angel’s movements. A small moan escaped his lips as they found his and pressed hard and desperate.
Each stroke sent pleasure through him, but he waited for the build up. He didn’t want to let Kieran down, didn’t want him to think he wasn’t attracted to him. The last time that he was with someone they seemed to like that he lasted a while- even if it wasn’t by choice. But Jack has no idea what Kieran expected. “Ah…” he gasped as his hand grazed his head.
“Jack.” He whispered back, his steady movements slowly picking up the pace to match the twitches in his muscles. He tried to pay attention to the subtle clues he was used to, he’d never read Jack in this particular way before. Against Jacks leg, Kieran was obviously hard, outlining his pants was the evidence that Kieran had wanted this and wanted this for a long time.
However, Kieran knew his release wouldn’t come tonight because it wasn’t about him getting off, this was for Jack who might still have problems in that department, what with his injury and all. He placed his free hand along Jacks leg and let the small amounts of pain relief flowed through his body. He understood this sort of activity could cause pain to Jacks legs and his main focus was his comfort.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been, lips connected with lips between gasps. Breathing was heavy, moans and fingers grasped at the other man. The world seemed to close in to just the two of them. He could feel the energy, magic, flow around their forms. Then… “Oh, god.” His eyes opened wide as the edges of the world darkened slightly and the pleasure caused him to experience tunnel vision.
The feel of Kieran against him, his body so warm and heavy at his side. His eyes shimmered as the moment threatened to overwhelm him. His manhood pulsed as the point of climax came. Lacking any seed, but no less intense. “Kier-“ He exhaled, body shaking slightly. He couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips.
Kieran pulled back to look down at Jack, to see if it was what he’d hoped for. He let his palm slide out of Jacks pants and brought it to his face to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. He looked happy but Kieran learned never to assume one's feelings. “How was it?” He asked, fearful of a less than satisfactory remark. While he’d done this before it had been a long while.
He was still aching in his trousers, the mere look of Jack as he climaxed was enough to drive him mad. None of that mattered. Only Jacks enjoyment was on his mind.
“It was…” he exhaled and nodded. “Girls don’t really do that.” At least not the ones he’d been with. Jack felt like he was panting.
He pushed himself up and placed his hand on Kieran’s shoulder. “I- could feel you.” He didn’t really know what he was doing, just following that desire to be close. His hand moved down Kieran’s abdomen as he swallowed.
His own desire to be close was evident but they weren’t ready for that, not yet. He didn’t want Jack to be someone he rolled in the hay with then forgot about. Their bond was special. Sitting up he grabbed Jacks hand and pressed kisses to his knuckles.
“Don’t ye worry about me then. Tonight was about ye.” He breathed, holding himself back from just taking what he wanted. This wasn’t about what he wanted, he had to be more careful when it came to whatever this was becoming.