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Jackson thinks his eyes might pop out of his head. He's clawing internally against his mind and body, begging to either wake up or get up and face reality. He expects this to all be a dream, to be passed out and drooling on Kole's bed, but he feels so grounded that he knows he's not. This wasn't his mind tricking him, this was as real as it could get.
Kole peers at him through his lashes, his soft features hardening just to frown at Jackson. "You good?"
"No," he croaks. "Are you okay?"
"What do you mean no? Is your dick gone too?"
Jackson lifts the covers to check. His mouth falls open as he sighs in relief. "Fuck, I still got it,"
"Yeah? Lucky you," Kole doesn't sound snarky, but Jackson assumes he wants to be but just hasn't woken up enough to channel that ability yet.
"Fuck man, I'm sorry,"
"Don't be. Just one less problem..." Kole scratches his ear. "I hope I get it back though."
"Yeah, me too. I like your dick,"
"I'll miss it if it's gone forever,"
"Let's just pray it comes back after the birth."
"If it doesn't, can you give me yours?"
Jackson knows the inquiry isn't serious, so he has no trouble answering "Sure."
"I'm gonna wake up after the dick surgery and be like 'Where's Jackson?' and some doctors gonna tell me 'Who do you think gave you the dick?'"
"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do? Should I start screaming or something?"
"I mean, I would," Jackson admits.
Kole huffs, taking a moment to throw his head back against the pillow and close his eyes. He basks in the morning sun peaking through his windows. At peace, and uncaring as a stray strand of hair popped up in his mess of a bedhead. Jackson stares at it, embarrassed at how infatuated he was with the little things about Kole. He should be focused on what's going on in Kole's pants, not how his freckles are really visible in this lighting. Of course, that line of focus was temporary as Kole suddenly raised his hips and shimmied out of his pants. His underwear stayed on, and it was clear that whatever was underneath was completely flat.
Jackson watches Kole swallow, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing. His arm comes up, and Jackson's eyes trail along the veins as Kole's fingertips brush against the band of his boxers. It doesn't take long for him to work up the courage to venture further, exploring his new predicament. Jackson's right with him, knowing that if Kole didn't want him there, he'd make it loud and clear. Everything felt beyond intimate as Jackson watched him touch himself, his hand hidden in his underwear as it moved up and down.
Jackson observes Kole's face now, expecting quiet panting, his eyebrows knitting together, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
But instead, he finds Kole looking confused at best. His hand speeds up, then starts moving erratically, signs of frustration evident on his whole body.
"Am I stupid?" Kole suddenly turns to ask Jackson. "Am I genuinely fucking stupid?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I don't feel anything," he practically rips his hand out, and there's a dull wet pop that Jackson forces himself not to acknowledge. "Where's my phone?"
It takes a minute for both of them to fish it out from the blankets. It's at 5% and Kole uses its last leg of life to Google "vagina anatomy", immediately opening images to diagrams. He sits up, his other hand going to take his underwear off before hesitating.
Jackson looks from his hand to his face. "What?"
"What if it's ugly?"
"I don't think you should call it that," Jackson stutters. "That's misogynistic, Kole,"
"It's mine, for fuck's sake," he hisses. "I'm allowed to call it ugly." Their spat seemingly has Kole taking his underwear off out of spite. "Do you even know who I am? I read feminist literature."
Jackson can't even respond. He's too busy taking in the sight of Kole's underwear slipping down his thighs, and the nothingness that sits between them. Kole's posture goes awkward as he tries to get a look for himself. It's uncomfortable; his slight bump isn't helping, and he's having a hard time keeping it open with one hand.
"Fuck-" he curses, and Jackson should have expected the next thing that comes out of his mouth. "Can you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Find my clit? Since I'm apparently too much of a fucking man to even find my own?"
Jackson tenses, and then his body answers before he does, pulling the blanket off himself so he can slink into position. "Okay, sure,"
He gets down there, and Kole's legs are already spread as he holds his phone so Jackson can look at the image for reference. He's not down there for more than two seconds before Kole asks, "Is it ugly?"
Jackson scowls. "No. It's normal."
"Not what I asked."
"Shut up, man," Jackson uses his sight alone to observe (his hands shaking so bad he doesn't even wanna try to use them), and everything is in its place. "What were you even trying to do?"
"I don't know, just seeing what it was like,"
"Okay, where were you touching?"
Kole's other hand comes down and lands right on top of his clit.
"You had it, dude."
Kole looks disappointed. "For real? I thought this shit was supposed to be some kind of orgasm button. Is mine defective?"
"I don't think so,"
"Then what's the big fucking deal about clits? I feel ripped off." Kole's phone dies just then, and he raises it in exasperation. He scoffs. "Jackson, buy me a new vagina."
"Why don't you ask me to buy you a new dick?"
"Kill yourself," the immediate regret on his face is evident. "Shit, I didn't mean it. It just slipped out,"
Jackson laughs, knowing that the aftermath of Kole losing his dick wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows. If this was the worst of his outbursts, he's grateful. Things could be a lot worse all things considered. He bows his head, still giggling to himself as he breathes a little too close to Kole's core. His aroma is thick, and there's a low heat radiating off of it. Jackson was so caught up in this new scent, he didn't even notice the way Kole's thighs flexed attentively. He's too busy trying to keep his face close and casually drink in Kole's scent without him catching on.
Kole didn't care because he was preoccupied with his own arousal flaring up at just the mere fact that Jackson's face was right there. His breathing goes shallow, and he reaches down to press on himself, trying to relieve the sudden ache that started all because Jackson breathed on him.
Jackson notices his situation now.
"Fuck, dude," Kole grinds into his own hand. "That's so weird. How'd you do that?"
Jackson doesn't know. "Why? Did I turn you on?"
"Fuck, I guess so," he groans. "It's like it's...it's throbbing,"
Jackson's mouth waters.
"Genuinely, how'd you do that? Why does that work while touching it doesn't?"
"I don't know. I'm not an expert."
"Like hell you aren't." Kole takes his hand away and wipes it on the sheets. He must think Jackson is gonna judge him for it. "I'm gonna wash them,"
"I would hope so, considering you're leaking."
"Really?" Kole strains his neck forward to see the wet spot pooling between his legs. "I couldn't even tell. This thing doesn't give you much warning."
"I guess not," Jackson keeps his eyes on Kole's face, just as Kole does with him.
Kole smiles. "I like it when you're in ugly mode,"
Jackson flinches in confusion. "What?"
"You're not wearing any makeup, your hair isn't styled, you got a bit of stubble-"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm ugly,"
"Well, you're not in idol mode, or celebrity mode, so what mode are you in?"
"I'm in-" Jackson knows he's being teased, but still tries to fight against it. "Home mode. Bed mode. I don't know, just not ugly mode."
Kole is grinning at him.
"What? You don't look any better," Jackson taunts, shifting onto his hands and knees to crawl up to face him. The bed dips under his weight as he gets there, and he settles damn near right on top of Kole. "You look..." gorgeous, breathtaking, beautiful, "...I don't even know the word for it in English, that's how bad it is,"
Kole hums, lifting himself just enough to press his lips to Jackson's. They kiss, slow and sweet despite the morning breath. It doesn't last nearly as long as Jackson wants it to, but Kole offers him something else as he mumbles against his lips. "Can you do it again?"
"Do what?" Jackson whispers back.
"Put your mouth on me?"
Jackson smiles. "I didn't put my mouth on you. You wanna know what I did?"
Kole makes a quiet sound that Jackson takes for an affirmative, and leaves him with one more kiss before heading back down. He lies between Kole's spread legs, his head right between his thighs, and his mouth hovering just above his cunt. He huffs, the hot air skimming against the new and sensitive organ. He can't see Kole, but he can hear him. Can feel him shudder. He unexpectedly raises his hips, begging for contact as Jackson's nose brushes against his skin.
"Doesn't make fucking sense," Kole airily gripes. "Feels so fucking good,"
He continues pushing his cunt into Jackson's face, barely meeting his lips each time. Jackson lets him, even angeling his head so he was open mouth panting on his clit each time he rolls his hips up. Kole in turn starts mewling in annoyance.
"Fuck-, fuck me, holy shit-"
"Kole~" Jackson warns lightly. There's only so much he can take before giving in and fucking him senseless. And even if they both want to, it's not exactly the best idea to fuck a magical vagina that appeared randomly out of nowhere. The best course of action would be to get Kole checked out first. "You just got it today,"
"And? When you buy a new car, do you let it sit in the garage for a week?"
Jackson pulls himself out of reach. "This isn't a car, Kole."
"You're right. You can't even ride it."
Jackson clicks his tongue. "You're pushing it,"
"I want you to fuck me," Kole blurts out like it means nothing. "I'm like Madonna up in this bitch,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, I'm technically a virgin, right? Come on, Jackson. Take my virginity again."
Jackson pauses. "Again?"
"Well, you did take my ass virginity,"
Jackson's stomach twists. "That was your first time?"
"Taking it up the ass, yes, but definitely not my first first time,"
"That would have been nice to know," Jackson isn't upset, just disappointed. "I would have been more gentle. I can't believe I called you a slut, that's not something you do during someone's first time,"
"You called me a slut? When did that happen?"
Jackson's hands wave around uselessly. "I mean, you had implied I was a slut too, and you did ask what slut was in Chinese-"
"You called me a slut in Chinese? What the f-"
Sensing an argument that would go on for way too long, Jackson decides to bypass and give in to what they both wanted. He rolls his eyes and plants his mouth on Kole's cunt, sucking as his thighs come up to squeeze around Jackson's head. Kole can't even express his own pleasure with words, or even moans. He writhes underneath Jackson, the sounds of him slurping and tongueing his clit filling both their ears. Kole's mouth hangs open, a gasp leaving him every so often as Jackson eats him out. One tapers off into a squeak as he tries to speak, but can't. He throws his head back.
"Fuck," he wheezes. "Wait, stop-stop-stop"
Jackson peels away, the taste of Kole heavy on his tongue.
"Fuck, it's so weird," Kole croaks.
"Obviously," Jackson shrugs, hyper aware of how wet the bottom of his face feels.
"It's like I have to focus on it. Like it's building up and if I don't...fuck, I don't know,"
"It's okay. Everything's new, take your time,"
"It's so intense, you have no idea," Kole rambles on. "Can I have multiple orgasms in a row? That's a thing right?"
"Don't you wanna savor your first one? Why do you wanna immediately jump into a second one?"
"I'm just saying I wanna savor my first double-orgasm. So if I say 'don't stop', don't stop."
Jackson nods. "Whatever you say, your Majesty."
Kole's face drops. "Get the fuck off me,"
"I don't want to,"
"Then shut up and-"
Kole doesn't even need to finish his sentence. Jackson's right back on him like a starved man offered water. His tongue slips down his folds, finding his entrance and toying with it. There's still that question of whether it was anatomically correct and if Jackson would have an issue fucking him. It seemed to be pretty normal so far, though. It was certainly hydrated.
"Wait, don't do that, that's not doing anything for me,"
Jackson retracts his tongue. "Thanks for telling me,"
"Who said you could talk?"
"Right, sorry," Jackson drops his head once again, giving Kole's clit all the attention in the world.
"Fuuuuuuuck," so much for 'what's the big fucking deal about clits?'
Jackson keeps these snarky quips to himself. It's not like he could talk with a mouthful of pussy anyways. And he was happy to draw out all these new and loud noises out of Kole. Jackson couldn't recall a time where he'd been this loud when he had a penis.
"FUCK, holy shit, Jackson-" Kole smacks a hand over his mouth. Jackson can barely make out his next words. "I'm gonna get fucking evicted,"
Jackson continues tonguing his clit with the same ferocity, feeling him grind into his mouth as his hips couldn't decided whether or not to rise up or drop down against the intensity of his impending orgasm. Jackson feels him shake underneath him, and keeps to their agreement. Kole doesn't say stop, so Jackson doesn't. He keeps flicking his tongue even if it was starting to hurt. His whole face was growing sore from the exertion, he was beginning to understand now why Kole has such a defined jaw after sucking so much dick.
"Fuck, okay stop-"
Jackson doesn't need to be told twice. You would think he just resurfaced from underwater with how hard he was sucking in as much air as possible. He hadn't realized how deprived he was until it was already over. But even though he had almost just suffocated, he had his priorities. "You need to learn more words, man,"
"And you need to get a better fucking vocabulary,"
"It's all 'fuck this' and 'fuck that'. Try something different."
"Fuck you," Kole's not in the mood for an English lesson it seems. "You just gave me a double-orgasm and now you're just saying a bunch of bullshit,"
"I didn't even know that happened," Jackson says, legitimately surprised. "You came twice?"
"Yes, oh my God," Kole chokes up. "You gotta get one of these things, they're amazing,"
"That's easy for you to say. You got one for free, I gotta pay for mine."
"It's so good, dude, it's so fucking good," Kole is in a mindless bliss, reeling from his double-orgasm as Jackson crawls up and flips back over to his side of the bed. He's allowed merely 2 seconds of rest before Kole taps him on the shoulder. "Can you do me a favor?"
Jackson sets his jaw and hears it pop. "Yeah. Sure."
"Can you put your dick in me?"
He sucks on his bottom lip, knowing he's painfully hard. "I feel like we should make sure it's safe before I do that,"
"What? Do you think it has teeth or something?"
"No, but now that you mention it-"
"Come on, Jackson," Kole whines. "You don't even have to fuck me, I just want you in me to see what it's like."
Jackson sighs. "...can you jerk me off afterwards then?"
"Hell yeah,"
He sighs again, feeling painfully old as he maneuvers back on top of Kole. He hasn't even done his morning stretches. This is too much physical activity for having just woken up a couple minutes ago. "Do you need me to stretch you?"
"Probably not. It feels like you could put your entire arm up me and it'd be fine."
"I got you that wet, huh?" Jackson teases him even as he slips his cock inside.
"Wait, are you in?"
"Yeah,"
"...can you move?"
Cautious but ever the gentleman, Jackson starts shallowly fucking Kole. "How's that?"
Kole doesn't say anything but his face twists into one of indifference. "Yeah, this parts overrated as fuck,"
"Thought so," Jackson grunts as he pulls out. "Now give me a hand, will you?"