John vs Jack Frost

Jack smiled a little, "You should see me on snow days."

He continued to grind against John;s hard dick, "John, I'm close."

He laughed softly and licked his neck softly and smiled, "Then let it out sweet heart." he whispered in his ear and pinned his shoulders to the bed.

As soon as Jack felt John licking at his neck, Jack had reached his peak. Arching his back, his seed shot out, landing all over John's chest and abs, as well as Jack's body.

He smiled and licked him softly, "How does that feel sweet heart?" he smiled and kissed him before leaning back to straddle his waist, "Now we should go take a shower, I'm all sticky." he chuckled and got up, carrying him to the shower.

After the climax, Jack collapsed on the bed, feeling drained. Between the beating he received from the fight and the subsequent sex, Jack was feeling weak.

He moaned softly as John lifted the spirit into his arms, as if Jack weighed nothing at all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Jack rested his head against John's chest.

He smiled and placed him on his feet in the shower before turning on the water, "So have you ever been in this kind of situation before?" he stroked his cheek before pressing there wet shiny bodies together.

Jack nodded slowly, a sigh escaping his lips as the warm water cascaded over the both of them.

"In the league i used to be with....." he started, "I was the pretty boy jobber. I know how this usually goes. I get beaten, fucked, then knocked out for the rest of the night. I've come to expect that now, given the many ways it has happened. Some weren't all that bad. I have seen it all. Sleeper holds, bearhugs, neck chops, chloroform, the works."

Normally Jack didn't open up about this, but John seemed like a trustworthy person. Looking up, he gave John a small smile.

"I guess I get to add 'Bitten by handsome vampire' to the list." he mumbled with a chuckle. He wouldn't blame John if he did bite the spirit.

He laughed, "Don't worry, the only way I'd bite you is to pleasure you." he smiled and kissed him softly. He would then pin him against a wall, "You want to have a rematch?" he grinned softly.

Jack felt his arms being pinned to the wall of the shower, and all he could muster was a weak buck of his body for resistance.

"I think we know who would win already." he said quietly.

John smiled and stuck his tongue into the male's mouth, french kissing him, "You never know, you could hit me with your finisher out of nowhere." he whispered when he broke the kiss. He then moved back and leaned against the wall for Jack to take control of him, the water washing over his body, making it wet and shiny.