Patreon Compilation – Fic#340 – Soldier76/Cassidy – Old Married Couple; old married sex; gentle and loving; exhibitionism – Been Waiting All My Life 2

Soldier76/Cassidy – Soldier and Cassidy's retirement home is very isolated and few cars actually ever make it up and past them. They take full advantage of that fact by fucking out on the patio more often than not.

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“Are ya lookin’, sweetheart?” Cole drawls. He slowly leans over Jack’s back, his arm curling underneath his hips to urge him and lift them up again some more.

His knees tend to bend to let his ass duck away whenever Cole begins to slow and arduous push into his body. Jack blinks his eyes slowly, hands clutching tightly at the edge of the patio railing, staring at the winding mountain road that is only visibly in little patches and pieces through the thick line of trees.

He tries to remember what Cole has asked him and then what it means because Cole already is popping his massive crown in and out of his hole and it is all too distracting.

Cole might have gone fat and mellow in his age but he’s still a little shithead if he wants to be. Like now. When he keeps giving Jack that initial, delicious stretch of his cock pushing into him again. And again. And again.

It’s so big, so overwhelming and all without the accompanying sensation of getting filled, that Jack is far too focused on not crumpling to the ground completely instead of staring out at the road.

“I won’t continue if ya don’t look,” Cole croons. His voice is so low, so deep… just a gentle, soft drawl at the back of Jack’s neck, beard scratching against the top of his spine. The threat is nonexistent. Cole is too soft sounding, the hug of his arms around Jack’s hips too gentle to pack any punch.

But Jack looks nonetheless, his skin prickling with excitement at the thought that there might actually be a lone car on its way through the mountain range. It happens very rarely, but it does happen, and the road winds past their home just close enough that whoever would be in there would be able to see them.

Would be able to witness Jack bending over for his husband and letting this massive hairy lumberjack of a man stuff him full of cock right there on their front porch.

It’s a massive turn on for the both of them, even though Jack has never said it out loud. Cole is the kind of unabashed freak that just says what gets him going. With that low, syrupy voice of his. But Jack isn’t. He can barely make himself say anything that isn’t ‘I love you’, which still gets him to flush like a goddamn school boy.

He can’t help it. It’s the results of a whole lifetime being the straight man to everybody’s slapstick; but Cole doesn’t mind. He takes him just like he is. He takes him just like he is. Pushing in. Deeper. Deeper. Finally past the rim of his swollen crown, popping it into Jack one last time before cramming the rest in after it.

Jack gurgles out a sound of desperation, his spine arching downward.

He’s lost quite a bit of muscle mass since leaving Overwatch for good. Since marrying Cole. Not as much as his husband who has become decidedly bear material throughout the years, but enough that he can feel the pull of the added softness following gravity.

His mouth fills with saliva and he swallows thickly, unable to keep the whine from breaking free right after. It’s like Cole has some kind of future vision and can anticipate when to be the most intense to get Jack to break down completely.

Maybe it has something to do with them not having been able to keep their damn hands off each other since they got together. They know each other inside out. He loves him just so damn much-

“God, the way you feel on my cock, babe,” Cole groans. He’s nuzzling at the back of Jack’s head, his hips grinding in, pressing as close now as he can get. He’s so deep inside Jack, filling him so profoundly with cock that he can barely make any sense to the sweet little nothings that Cole is crooning into his hair.

“So damn tight… so hot and silky… fuck, you always feel so good, Jack. Baby. My sweet.”

Jack’s ears are immediately flaming. He turns his head, trying to hide it in his bicep, but Cole’s low drawl reaches him even so. “Ah, ah, ah… you need t’ have a look out, sweetheart. Whatever should we do if someone came by now? An’ saw you cryin’ on my dick? They’d be thinkin’ I’m some kind of psychopath… draggin’ poor sexy men into my cabin to ravish…”

Jack bites his own bicep to try and keep the whine in but it spills out anyway, high-pitched and pathetic. His insides clench tight around Cole who chuckles breathlessly, hips jerking and grinding in deeper, if even possible.

“Oh holy fuck you’d love that, wouldn’t ya? Yeah… yeah, shit I know how much ya love feelin’ all small an’ helpless, baby.”

Jack… does. By God, he does. He never used to, not really. At least he thinks. He never really paused long enough to think about it. But things have become so clear and good and perfect with Cole. Especially the older and fatter the other got.

Much bigger than Jack. Able to overpower him easily and doing so on a regular basis but only to be disarmingly gentle about the whole thing.

Birds are happily chirping in the tall trees surrounding them. Every now and then there’s a rustling in the underbrush of some critter rushing through. It would be impossibly peaceful if Cole weren’t in the process of rearranging his guts in the slowest fuck possible. He’s so deliriously slow about it in fact, that he’s keeping Jack right on the edge, making him feel every pulsing inch of his cock; get really acquainted to the ridge of his crown and the swell of the veins proudly pulsing along the shaft.

He’s nuzzling at the back of his head, his hairy front dragging along Jack’s back, keeping him bent over and presented for him.

No car is coming. Yet. But how exciting would that be if one were? If some students out on a getaway were to get an eye full of their old asses on display, fucking like they’ve never fucked before?

Cole shifts his feet a little and with the new position he drags his dick against Jack’s insides in new and exciting ways that he’s felt a million times already but that he does not get tired of. He whimpers, head tilting back, sweat starting to run down his temples – and Cole chuckles and coos at him like it’s the cutest thing ever. Like Jack is the cutest thing ever.

He wraps his huge fist around Jack’s throat, thumb inched up underneath his jaw and holds him gently in place for him to kiss the corner of his mouth and his sweat wet temple and the corner of his eye.

“Damn, but I love you so much,” he rasps. He does it so easily. So frequently. And all Jack can do is whimper again and nod because he’s never been big on words. And that’s alright because Cole knows it.

His hips jerk forward suddenly, slamming harder into Jack’s ass then before and startling a soft, rough cry out of him.

“Look, Jackie… Look!” Cole gasps, eager as can be and uses the grip he still has on Jack’s throat and jaw to turn his head and make him look down the mountain and the sloping, winding road to the tiny car just about visible, making its way up toward them.

Jack immediately clenches down even though it’s still so far away. It’ll be a good half an hour before it even reaches them, but…

“Oh fuck,” he gurgles softly, arching his back down and his hips up, pushing them into the cradle of Cole’s plush body.

His husband chuckles; all low and syrupy and without any rush as he continues fucking Jack.

“There you go… yeah… yeah that gets you goin’, doesn’t it, sweetheart? That gets you really excited. Maybe I should put in a little pause… wait for them to get close enough so they can hear you whine on my cock, baby. God, you sound like a million bucks when you do that.”

Jack does it now. He tries to muffle it in his bicep but Cole is picking up the pace, fucking him with fast little staccato thrusts that push tears of overstimulation into his eyes and have his own cock slapping against his belly over and over again.

His whole body feels warm and prickly and Cole keeps switching between low, heartfelt praise and little jabs about what a whore Jack is-

And he can’t hold on. Not like that. He comes without anybody touching his cock, the sensation making his skin prickle until it feels entirely too tight for his own body.

Cole presses kisses against his bright red ear and flushed cheeks and again at the panting corner of his mouth.

By the time the car drives by, they’re both halfway dressed, sitting on the porch and toasting the vacationers with their beers in a lazy salute. The family is none the wiser that beneath the blanket thrown across their laps, Jack is fisting his husband’s cock nice and slow.