The Perfect Present
"Happy Birthday to you..." everyone sang at the top of their lungs. Jack just rolled his eyes and pulled again at the too tight elastic on the paper party hat. Why they insisted on making such a big deal out of birthdays, he would never know. The final cords of the song rose up and Jack leaned over the table, blowing out all of the candles in one, long breath. Everyone cheered and patted his shoulders. Jack just leaned back in his chair and lit yet another cigarette.
"So, that's it then?" he said, standing to leave.
Ray pushed him back into his chair, "Not yet, you haven't opened your gifts."
Jack sighed and seated himself. He hoped everyone else was having fun, because he sure wasn't. It all seemed so useless, celebrating the fact that someone was nearing their own death. He looked around at all the bright young faces around him. At age 28 he just felt old.
The boys started piling boxes on his lap and Jack went through the ritual of reading off the X-rated cards that topped them, then showing off whatever was hidden inside, mostly clothes and shoes. As he neared the end of the pile he came across a small box that didn't have a card. "Oh, who's this from?" he asked, and just got blank faces from the group. He opened it up and found a hotel key and a note that said "Nine O'Clock" and nothing else.
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Jack checked his make-up in the mirror at the end of the hall. He wasn't going to come, he almost didn't, but curiosity had gotten the best of him. He fixed the line of his jacket and smoothed out his pants. The cloths were all given to him this afternoon, a silver shirt, tight black pants that flared at the bottom, and a black waistcoat with roses and vines embroidered around the edges in a darker shade. Malcolm had laughed and called it his "birthday suit." Once that idea struck him, he promptly started taking bets on how long it would be until Jack was down to his real birthday suit. Jack was a bit eager to find that out himself.
He checked the key he had been given, room 216. It was all the way on the other end of the hallway and the walk seemed to take an eternity. When he got to the door, he paused. Once again, his mind raced trying to think of who it could be. Pretty much everyone he knew had been at the party, but he was sure it wasn't one of them. Well, only one way to find out. He opened the door and stepped inside.
It was small, just one room, and all of the lights were out, replaced instead, by candle light. Jack looked around, he didn't see anyone here. "Hallo?" he called.
"Hello yourself," he heard and spun around to see Curt standing in the doorway of what must have been the bathroom. He had one arm flung up to lean against the doorframe, a cheshire grin on his face, and was dressed only in a raggedy pair of blue jeans. Jack's eyes went wide with the sight of him. "Curt?"
"In the flesh."
"Oh my god, it's great to see you." Jack said happily. Then his face filled with concern and he tried to choose his words very carefully, "Are you... alright?"
Curt laughed, "You mean am I clean? Yeah, I'm clean. I'm better in alot of ways, had alot of time to think and get over things. You still look great, Jack."
"So do you," he said, relieved that Curt's melancholy seemed to have subsided since he last saw him. "God, it's been a long time hasn't it."
"Seven months."
"What are you doing here? Last I'd heard you'd moved to Switzerland."
He nodded, "I have, but I heard it was your birthday, wanted to fly in and surprise you."
"You didn't have to come all this way just for that."
"Sure I did, especially after all the fun we had last year. Do you remember?" A shy smile crossed Jack's face and he nodded. Curt made his way to him like an animal stalking his prey. "Well," he said, "I couldn't leave it up to these glitter boys you hang around with to show you a good time. What'd they do? Throw a party? Complete with hats, and cake, and birthday wishes I bet." They were now standing chest to chest and Curt leaned in to whisper the rest, "I bet no one's even given you your birthday spankings yet."
Jack smiled again and batted his eyelashes. "Well, after last year I wouldn't dream of letting anyone but you do the honour."
Curt kissed him, the taste of menthol still lining Jack's tongue, and let his hands run down to the smooth material covering his bottom. He pulled back, "Alright birthday boy, strip."
Curt reclined on the bed and Jack slowly started his strip tease, revealing every curve of his body to Curt's lustful eyes. He walked over beside Curt and glanced at the clock, ten minutes, looks like Ray wins the bet this time. Jack burst out laughing. "What?" Curt asked.
"Oh nothing, just silly boys and the silly games they play."
"You remember the games we used to play?"
"How could I ever forget?"
"So then I don't have to remind you how to play them?" Jack shook his head, that coy smile of his creeping onto his lips. He raised his hands over his head and stretched, showing off. Curt wrapped his hands around Jack's waist and let his tongue trail up that perfect stomach. Jack moaned and brought his fingers down to tangle in Curt's hair. He pulled away with a smile. "Uh-uh," he said, "are we forgetting the rules of the birthday game?" Jack shook his head again, his smile widening.
He sat down on Curt's lap delicately, brushed his lips across that perfect mouth, and then rolled over, laying his stomach over Curt's legs. He felt warm hands rub over him, savouring the feel of his soft flesh. "Oh, Curt, I've missed you," he said, and then jumped as Curt's palm landed hard across the swell of his right ass cheek. He moaned loudly and started counting, "One!" The next smack came instantly, this time on the left side, "Two!" The slaps kept coming, Jack's ass growing redder and redder and his cock growing harder and harder with each blow until the final cry of "Twenty-eight!" tore from his throat in an orgasmic scream. He slumped over Curt's legs, his body feeling like Jello, until he felt his strong hands lift him up and guide him to the bed.
Jack laid down on his stomach and looked up. Curt was staring at his ass, a satisfied grin on his face, as he undid his jeans and let them slide down his legs. Curt pulled his suitcase from under the bed and rummaged around in it until he found a fresh tube of KY. Seeing this, Jack forgot about his earlier fatigue and jumped to his knees, grabbing onto the headboard with both hands. Curt laughed. "Don't men of your mature age prefer more respectable positions?"
Jack made a face and stuck his tongue out at Curt, "How's that for maturity?"
"Works for me." Curt knelt on the bed and started greasing Jack up, letting his fingers slide in and out of him in long, teasing strokes. Curt straightened up and slowly started pressing inside. Jack closed his eyes and sighed at the wonderful mixture of sensations he was feeling, the painful burning from Curt's expert spanking mixed with the beautiful pressure of his cock filling him. Curt took his time, knowing how it drove Jack crazy, and also how much Jack liked the torment. Curt used a steady rhythm, using small, short strokes to push his way inside before pulling completely out and starting over again. Jack pressed his ass back to him and whispered dirty little things in that sultry voice of his. Curt knew he was about to lose it and, grabbing Jack's hips, started slamming into him, hitting hard against his already inflamed ass, before letting out a low growl and cumming inside of him.
Curt crawled up onto the pillows and laid back. He closed his eyes to let his breathing steady and instead felt a pressure on his chest. He looked up to see Jack's oozing cock staring him in the face. "Oh what?" he teased, "A birthday fuck not a good enough, you want a blow job too?"
Jack giggled and grabbed Curt's hair again, "The rules of the game lover, remember? No one sleeps until both players cum."
Curt laughed and let his tongue snake out to flick lightly over his cock. He sucked the precum into his mouth and moaned. Digging his fingers into Jack's ass he raised his head to take him in. He let his mouth encircle him, his warm tongue stroking over him, as Jack leaned forward and started gentley thrusting. Curt's lips moved hungrily over his length. He inched his hands across his bottom until his fingers pressed at Jack's hole, a slight pressure, just enough to push him closer to the edge. Jack's moans became louder, his musical voice grew into a thundering crescendo as he spurted himself into Curt's waiting mouth and felt him swallow every drop.
Jack rolled onto the bed beside him and felt Curt's arms wrap tightly around him. "Happy birthday," he whispered before falling into a sound sleep.
The next morning Curt helped Jack into his coat and walked him to the door. "Are you leaving soon?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, gotta get back, meetings and shit."
"It's good to hear you're singing again."
Curt shrugged, "I guess there are worse things than being a musician." Jack reached back and rubbed his still sore ass. "That's quite a hand you got there, mate. I love it."
Curt laughed, "Well, call me when you're 50 and I'll show what a real good time is."
"Why don't we just aim for 29?"
Curt nodded and gave Jack a deep kiss good-bye before retreating back into his hotel room. As Jack walked down the long hall he thought, 'Maybe birthday's aren't so bad. If, you get the right present.'