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When Jack walked in for his appointment, he didn't know what to expect, but it certainly was not what he got. The layout of Simon's office had changed from his last visit, the couch was now the main focal point of the room, a soft L-shape in the corner that's dark red hue draws your eyes to. Glass was sitting at the edge of the long side of the couch, typing on his laptop that was propped on a foldable desk. The therapist looked up at Bright when he heard the door close, a soft smile spreading on his face. "Good afternoon, Dr.Bright!" he says in his usual cheerful tone, "Go ahead and take a seat, get comfortable." Simon gently gestures towards the corner of the couch and Jack complies, propping his legs up with a sly smile.
"So Glassy," Jack starts, arching a brow in the therapist's direction, "What's this 'special session' you mentioned? Don't tell me you hype all this up and in the end it's just a cutesy psych ses." Glass was used to the other doctors teasing and brushed it off, "Don't worry, Jack," The therapist looks at Bright calmly, but isn't able to hide his hesitant voice cracks, "This isn't just a 'cutesy psych ses', actually, quite the opposite."
Jack, noticing how Glass' face is turning red, starts to make a playful 'oh' sound at the realization. "Gee, Simon," He moves his foot so it's pressed against the nervous therapist's thigh, the pressure of his steel toe boot causing Simon to stifle a groan, "didn't think you'd go about fantasying about your patients like that."
Simon shakes his head, "I...I'm not fantasying," He stutters out, "just trying to find ways to improve moral and...and your mental health." He glances at the doctor, seeing the cocky grin plastered on Jack's freckled face, mentally beating himself at the feeling of arousal shooting between his legs at the sound of the man's laugh. This isn't how he was planning this session to go, he had to assert himself somehow.
In a rush of thoughts and impulse, Glass managed to climb on top of Bright, causing the red-headed man to gasp in shock before he could get another jest out. Now it was Simon's turn to let out a sly laugh, enjoying Jack's flustered face below him. "I wasn't gonna move this fast," Glass sighed, rubbing slow circles on Bright's chest, ", but you don't exactly make it easy to go slow."
Jack was at a complete loss of words, he would've never thought that Glass, the soft timid therapist, was capable of even pretending to be assertive. He gulped and bit his lower lip, longing to see just how far the blonde could go with this game. "I...I...um..my-" He managed to finally stutter out, looking down at his amulet, slight fear running through him when seeing Simon's hands running dangerously close to it. "what's wrong?" Simon teased, his fingers barely missing the amulet, "I thought you'd be more excited at the idea of becoming me." He leaned down, his lips inches away from Jack's ear, "Having my body be yours completely, to be loved or abused as you see fit."
Bright had his eyes shut tight at this point, his breathing rough and tears threatening to breach. Normally, he'd be all over someone willingly giving their body to him, but the idea of waking up in Glass' body filled him with a sense of dread and loneliness. A tinder touch on his cheek shook him out of his thoughts, opening his eyes to see a worried Simon gently running his thumb against the skin of the freckled lad. "I'm sorry Jack," he spoke softly, not at all like the sensual voice he used before, "I didn't mean to....I,I-" Bright leaned his head into Glass' hand, planting a kiss on the other man's soft palm, "It's fine, Si," He tried to laugh it off, a tear escaping and running along Simon's thumb, "I just...I don't wanna lose you, y’know?"
Taking control of the situation, Jack sat up on the couch slightly, the worried therapist slinking back but keeping a hand against Bright's thigh. Glass' face turned to confusion when Jack removed his amulet and tossed it aside. "Now," Jack wiped his face, quickly returning to his usual cocky smile, "where were we?"
"Y...You mean you still want to....after that?" Simon looked down with a frown, ashamed at his uncomfortable actions. "Si, Darling," Bright held Glass' hands in his own, prompting Simon to look up into the man's emerald eyes, "I need you more now than ever." After the statement left his mouth, Glass looked at him for a moment before finally gathering the courage to lean back in to plant his lips against Bright's, the warmth and sensation causing a soft moan to escape in between breaths.
Without the amulet to worry about, Glass was able to make quick work of Jack's button up shirt, undoing the buttons and running his fingers along every inch of Bright's speckled chest. It was soft yet well-toned, clearly a newer body, but one that had been lived in for a month or two as was evident by the small burn marks from breaches and mishaps. Glass was sure to whisper compliments about the almost six-pack Bright was achieving. Jack tugged on Simon's sweater, mumbling words like 'darling' and 'babe' soft but eagerly when they broke the make out session for air. The therapist complied, removing his sweater over his head, revealing his pale upper half for the immortal man to see.
Bright had to take a minute to admire the young man's body, causing Glass' to blush and look away. Simon's chest wasn't near as flat as most guys, but the slight mass was anything but a flaw to Jack, who took the chance to kiss every 'imperfection' he could see. "God, Si," Jack looked up at Glass, his arms wrapped around his waist and head rested on Simon's chest, " You truly are perfection." Simon laughed, his face red from embarrassment and arousal, and his hands gently run though Bright's ginger hair," You have a weird definition of perfection."
All jack could do was let out a slight giggle and sigh, the pair sitting there for what felt like hours, just entangled in each other's half naked bodies. Jack was the first to break the silence, “Simon," He mumbled, his lips grazing Glass' chest as he spoke, "I don't wanna ruin your body...I...I need..er..want...c-could you...?" Bright looked up at the young therapist, his usual sly demeanor now reduced to putty, a side no one has ever seen before. Seeing the legendary, 'no fucks given', Jack Bright looking up at him; a flustered, begging mess; it made the arousal in Simon's jeans even stronger. "you want me to..." Glass took a moment to look down at his crotch, his small bulge begging to be noticed, "...I..I should get some..um-"
"N-No," Jack interrupted, biting his lip, "I wanna take you raw, Si...please" The 'please' came out so desperately, Glass could tell he wasn't used to the current situation, his breathing was sharp and his hands were eagerly trying to reach into his jeans to release some kind of tension. Bright didn't want to wait anymore, and Simon wasn't about to keep denying him.
Bright could do nothing but follow Simon's guidance as he helped to remove the desperate mess of a doctor's boots and jeans. Jack felt as if they were burning him as they were pulled off, as if some kind of bind was finally being removed. Glass was finally able to see just how much of a wreck he had made the man, pre staining his boxers and his erection barely able to hide in the loose-fitting undergarment. Simon couldn't help but plant a small kiss on Bright's member through the cloth as he reached to remove those as well. The wiggle of his dick as it popped out amused the young therapist, but all Jack could do was moan slightly and buck his hips. Nodding his head in understanding, Simon gently raised Bright's hips so his tongue could run along his hole.
Even if he was gonna go in without lube, Simon still wanted to do at least some prep work for his current lover, kissing, sucking and rimming Jack's hole to coat it in his saliva. A part of him was worried he was going to be brought to climax just at this, and as he stopped Bright's moans turned to protests, begging him to keep going. "I know, jack, I know," Simon whispered in reassurance as he removed his slip-on shoes and jeans, "I'll help you, I promise." Once Glass' briefs were removed, he spit a little in his hand to lubricate his dick before he placed the tip against Jack's hole. Bright lifted his legs and rested them on the therapist's shoulders and then nodded with a groan, indicating he was ready.
Simon went in slow, the tightness surrounding his cock causing him to let out he's own moan to match that of Jack's, before he settled into a nice pace. Once he had gotten into a comfortable rhythm of thrusting he leaned against Bright, thankful that the immortal had picked a flexible body, the two interlocking their lips once again. Jack felt pure bliss every moment Simon's dick rammed into his prostate, his legs practically locking Glass against him. Simon was quick to make his thrusts harder and faster at his lover's request, groaning and breathing heavily against Jack's lips as they try their hardest to keep them connected.
"F-fuck!" Jack nearly screamed out,his head arching back, "Simon,I-I'm gonna-nnngh!" He could barely finish his sentence before his head went into Glass' shoulder, his legs and arms pulling the therapist tighter against him. He shot out three decent loads that landed against his and Simon's stomachs, leaving his body shaking and twitching.
Glass slowed his thrusts, not quite stopping, making the shaking doctor groan slightly. "K-Keep going, Si." He breathed out, seeing stars in his eyes, "d-don't stop til you cum too, please-" He planted a kiss against Simon's cheek, reassuring him that he'd be fine. With a bit of hesitation, Glass began to pick up the pace again, feeling Jack's twitching anus tighten around his cock more.
"Oh Jack-" Simon groaned out, thrusting into his lover slow but roughly, all while kissing Bright's tear-stained cheeks, "I love you, Bright, I love you so damn much!" As much as he wanted to finish quickly so Jack didn't get too overstimulated, a part of him enjoyed thrusting into him, seeing the way his eyes rolled up and his body twitched with each thrust, it sent him over the edge.
With one final thrust, Glass let out a loud groan and finished inside Bright, cum sputtering out when he took his cock out. He gently laid atop Jack, the two barely being able to hold onto each other. Bright loved the feeling of weight on him, making him feel so much less vulnerable as he began to drift into a well-earned nap.
Jack was used to waking up alone after the deed was done, but when he awoke not feeling Glass' body against him, he felt an overwhelming feeling of loneliness, fear, and betrayal burn inside of him. He rolled over with a groan, trying to keep the dark thoughts at bay, when he felt a hand touch against his arm. "Hey, Jack," Simon's soft voice was like a ray of light that banished all the self-hatred that tried to bring Bright down at that moment, " How are you feeling? I didn't wanna wake you, so I let you rest while I completed my paperwork." He let out a gentle giggle at the last statement, it felt like a dream to Bright.
"Is everything okay?" Glass frowned when he noticed Jack didn't answer him, sitting down on the ground next to the couch so he was eye level with the other man. Bright tried to give Simon his signature sly smile but gave up and rested his head on the young man's shoulder. "Thank you," Jack said quietly, feeling comforted by Glass' warmth and fingers gently tracing lines on his back. "Anytime, darling," Simon responded, listening to Jack's breathing, "I'll always be here for you."
"...Hey, Simon?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"You plan on doing these with the other guys? These 'Special Sessions'?"
"Well, not exactly this, but yeah..."
"That's good..."
"You think so?"
"Mhm...they really need it...despite what the others may try and say...it's not easy to just wear a mask and forget about your feelings, we're all human here, even Gears surprisingly....just....I may shit on them all the time....but they are my friends and I do care for them.....it'd be nice to see them smile genuinely for once..."
"I'll do my best, Bright."
"Simon, would it be too much to ask to spend the night at your place?"
"Of course not, your always welcome there."