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Jamie couldn’t think straight. His very existence had become a waking dream these days, impossible, unreal. To be here yet again, in the dojo where fantasies regularly became reality, sparring with the gentle sensei who had chosen him in preference to all other ukes, was simply mindblowing. The fact that Jack grew more handsome by the day only added to the strangeness of it all. He'd always been a beautiful man, but now transcended natural aesthetics altogether, bypassing it in favor of a physical perfection that verged on the artificial.

‘Pretending to look like a rabbit caught in headlights won’t do you any good,’ he said, adjusting his grip on the lapels of Jamie’s Mizuno kimono, then pulling him forwards, between his legs. ‘I know all your gambits, remember? I know all your dirty tricks.’

Jamie grinned, letting himself be reeled in, offering no resistance to Jack’s possessive maneuvering. ‘All of them?’ he asked, gentling the other’s open groin with his knee.

‘No fair,’ groaned Jack, his eyes growing wide with pleasure and desire. ‘I’m sure that isn’t a legal judo move.’

‘Maybe not,’ said Jamie, sliding his knee up over Jack’s hip to freedom. ‘But it certainly seems to be proving quite effective...’

‘Not for long.’ Jack trapped Jamie’s other leg with both of his.

Jamie smiled down at him, filled with a sense of tenderness and animal hunger. ‘Wrong again...’

He leaned forwards until they were nose to nose - and stopped, simply staring into the stormy twin oceans of Jack’s aquamarine eyes, breathing in when he exhaled, breathing out when he inhaled, savoring the silence, relishing the conflicting expressions of confusion and anticipation playing across the other’s flawless features.

And then he kissed him, their lips sealed tight against each other, mouths slightly open.

Jack moaned quietly into his uke's mouth, drowning in his taste and texture. Happiness rushed into his veins like a drug, and Jack fought the urge to come with everything he had, conscious only of the need to stay connected to his student, his partner, his lover, his life. His restraining grip on Jamie's leg loosened without his even being aware of it.

The heat of Jamie’s body pressed tightly against him, and the wet fire of his tongue stroked the inside of Jack’s mouth. He sucked mindlessly at the soft, full lips, drawing Jamie’s tongue in deeper. Jamie’s taste filled his mouth, sending heat coursing through his body in waves. Jack groaned, his hands coming up to sink into Jamie’s hair, aware of each individual strand as it bristled across his skin, aware of every fiber of his partner's straining body. Jamie’s mouth slanted over his, responding to Jack's tongue ardently, feeding the desire burning inside him. Jack's hands moved from his hair to stroke his face, tracing the lines of bone and muscle. His uke made a small sound against his lips, and eased his tongue's frenzied thrusts into his mouth.

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Jack thought he might die from the pleasure, but held onto his self-control with absolute determination. Slowly, a delayed sort of shock set in. He tried to remember what Jamie had been saying to him, but the desire burning through him made it difficult to hold on to a thought. Jamie’s lips were so soft, the small mouth open and welcoming, the velvet tongue such a responsive entity...

Finally, real awareness came back and Jack pulled away, unable to tear his eyes from Jamie’s wet, gasping mouth. A long, charged minute passed between them.

‘Hm,’ said Jamie, pressing a kiss to Jack’s forehead. ‘Looks like my dirty tricks paid off.’

It was true: Jamie was on top now, legs hooked under Jack’s own, arms wrapped tight about his neck, pinning him to the mat in a tate-shiho-gatame so secure it was practically inescapable. The realization of being trapped in his own most-favored hold sent a surge of blood straight to his already throbbing erection.

Jack almost let himself come at the hungry, naked expression in Jamie’s wide blue eyes. He made himself take a deep breath, calm down, stay cool.

‘You feel so good, babe.' He moaned, long and hard, as Jamie undulated against him. 'Please don't stop -'

‘Shhh, easy. I know. It's okay. It's gonna be okay, I promise. I'm here, I'm always gonna be here.’ Jamie loosened his hold to touch Jack's face, his fingertips tracing the strong features lovingly, expressing everything he felt for this man who was such an undeniable part of himself.

Jack turned his face into Jamie’s hand, pressing his lips to the smooth palm. ‘There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Jamie, nothing...'

Jamie’s full, sensuous lips covered his, cutting off his words, raining soft, delicate kisses over his mouth and his jaw. ‘I know, I’ve always known.’ Jamie’s whisper was a warm rush of breath against his skin. He kissed Jack again, and the whole world melted away. Jamie’s lips were so soft, brushing lightly over his, his fingertips still stroking his face, tracing his eyebrows, fluttering over his closed eyelids, moving across his cheeks and over his jaw, forever exploring.

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Jack’s strong hands spread out over the back of his uke's neck, drawing him closer still. Jamie shifted in his arms, curling up close around him, his knees drawn up on the tatami and his upper body draped across Jack's massive chest. Jack found it hard to believe that this was actually happening. The urgent, pulsating sense of desire burning through his loins was balanced by the wonderful feeling that everything really was going to be okay, that he had finally found salvation, that he had finally found someone to call Home, that there was no rush, no hurry. ‘Ah, babe, what a rare commodity you are. Priceless, perfect...’

‘And you, my sweet, sexy Sensei.’ Jamie kissed him tenderly, pouring all the emotion bubbling over inside him into Jack's open mouth, filling him up with his love and devotion, baptizing him with hunger and lust.

Jack groaned, his hands coming up to hold the back of Jamie’s head, savoring his uke's passionate kisses. He soon became aware of the trembling hardness pressed against his thigh, and it fanned the flames of need rushing through him. Jamie’s hands drifted down to his shoulders, kneading the rounded muscles, digging in exquisitely as his tongue fluttered in his mouth. Jack groaned softly, holding Jamie tighter against him. His hands roamed restlessly over his uke's back, longing for more contact.

Their tongues wrapped slowly around each other, both of them knowing that they were playing with sexual fire. Jack forced himself to hold still, returning Jamie’s passionate kisses, feeling the need grow to desperate hunger inside him.

An entire hour passed slowly like that, neither of them moving, their arms wrapped tightly around each other in a tate-shiho-gatame more erotic than any that had gone before, kissing until their lips were swollen from the constant contact. For Jamie, it felt like eternity. He gave himself up completely to the feel of Jack's tongue in his mouth, pouring himself into his tori without reservation. He felt completely in charge and entirely out of control at the same time. Nothing mattered outside this moment, this now.

Jack's whisper broke the heavy silence. ‘Go further with me, Jamie. I need more...’ his lips sealed over his uke's again, his hands digging into the sharp shoulder blades.

Jamie panted back at him, his voice hoarse with need. ‘Oh, man, Jack. I wanna touch you so bad, I have to.’

Jamie’s hands fumbled with Jack's judogi jacket, pulling the skirt free of the thick black belt round Jack’s waist. His fingers pushed the lapels apart with singleminded determination. Jack lay still, neither helping nor trying to stop him. When he removed the rough cotton completely and Jack's hard chest was finally exposed, Jamie exhaled softly, leaning close to press himself against the emancipated flesh.

Jack moaned, clutching Jamie to him. His uke's heart pounded against his chest, swollen lips covering Jack's throat, sucking softly. ‘Jamie...’ Jack groaned out loud, his hands grasping at his partner's shoulders. The shudder of need that went through him sent his senses spinning out of control. The sensation of Jamie’s hot, moist mouth sucking at the bare skin of his throat spread through his entire body, until he was nothing but the aching desire for his favorite student.

‘Oh man, it is so good to have you nailed down like this.’ Jamie wrapped his arms tightly around Jack's head, pushing his face into the side of Jack's neck and grapevining his legs about his sensei’s muscular calves. 'I want you so bad...' Jack's hands burrowed into the space between their stomachs, untying Jamie’s belt and then pushing the jacket back off his shoulders. His lips closed possessively over his uke's, and he growled, deep down low in his throat. Jamie groaned into his mouth, rubbing himself sensually over the hard, smooth chest.

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For a second, the pleasure Jack experienced was so intense he was afraid that he was going to come. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, the sensation of Jamie’s skin against his own was better than anything he could have imagined. Waves of need crashed over his groin, his hips bucking up against his uke.

Jack's hands closed over Jamie’s hips, pulling him closer, and their trapped erections brushed lightly against each other through the thin fabric of their gi pants. Jamie moaned, his upper body arching backwards in a delirium of bliss. Pleasure shot through Jack’s long form; he felt himself begin to slip away into orgasm. He fought it, but the feeling was almost too powerful, eating him up inside, consuming him. He had never felt anything like this before. Never.

Jamie plastered himself to Jack's naked chest, his mouth nuzzling and sucking at the smooth flesh. ‘Oh man, I know you need this, just let me give it to you,’ Jamie panted softly, his hot breath fanning Jack's skin as his mouth devoured him. Jack groaned, his hands coming up quickly to grasp either side of Jamie’s head.

‘Jamie, don't leave me, don't ever leave me,' moaned Jack.

‘I won't, I promise, never,’ Jamie panted against his lips, his tongue plunging into Jack's mouth, reveling in the way he was caught and held so tightly in Jack's arms while at the same time controlling Jack’s body utterly with his own.

The pleasure flowing like adrenaline through Jack’s arteries intoxicated him. He moaned, thrusting mindlessly up against his captor, squeezing Jamie’s tight ass through the soft cotton that enshrouded it. The urge to climax was furious now, but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted it last, he wanted to drive Jamie as wild as he was. Bridging upwards, he rolled them over so that he was on top and between Jamie’s knees, and then, moments later, at his side, pinning him firmly in yoko-shiho-gatame.

‘Jack,’ Jamie moaned, as his sensei’s hand delved purposefully into his crotch, grasping a large handful of fabric there and pressing it flat against the mat, drawing the material tightly across Jamie’s balls, bagging up his aching testicles in soft white cotton

Jack sighed, looking down into the beautiful, ecstatic face. It was almost more than he could believe, to really have Jamie beneath him like this, writhing in submissive delight, pure happiness in his eyes. Jamie panted with exertion as he attempted to escape, simultaneously watching Jack with open, excited eyes. Slowly, the larger man secured the pin fully, making it impossible for his lover to break free from this delicious torment. 'You're not going anywhere, babe...'

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Jack smiled, staring into Jamie’s deep blue eyes for a long moment before leaning in to kiss him softly. Jamie’s full lips parted slowly for him, their bodies drawn to each other like magnets. ‘Ahhh,’ Jamie groaned deeply, grinding his engorged member against the strong arm that restrained him. Jack trembled. To hear Jamie cry out like that filled him with a desperate, possessive want. He held Jamie even tighter, and began to knead his balls through the fabric of his gi pants. Jamie emitted a long, shuddering moan, turning his face into Jack's neck, his breath coming in hot bursts against his skin.

‘Oh my God, Jack, feels so good...’ Jamie's breathing was ragged, his normally gentle voice raw with primitive desire.

‘It’s about to feel better, babe. Much better.’ Jack covered the full length of Jamie's hard cock with his palm, and his uke bucked helplessly into his hand, a harsh sound breaking from his chest as he gasped for air.

‘Easy, Jamie, easy. Let me...’ Jack undid his lover’s drawstrings, then slipped his fingers beneath the judogi trousers, taking the other’s pulsating cock gently in his fist.

‘Ahhh!’ Jamie cried out at the streak of pure, intense exhilaration that shot through him, arching his body in a tight curve.

‘Shhh, I know.’ Jack pressed himself tightly to Jamie's side, stroking the hard, responsive cock in his hand slowly. If felt so right, to hold Jamie in his hand and feel every shudder of his breath, hear the quiet groans hissing through his clenched teeth. This is what judo was all about, this was the true legacy of Jigoro Kano. This was everything.

‘Oh yeah, oh God, babe. Yes,’ Jamie moaned, hanging on to consciousness by a tenuous thread as hot, intense pleasure seized him. Every muscle in his body went tense, preparing for orgasm. He groaned, precum seeping warm and wet through the front of his gi pants, multiple waves of ecstasy tearing through every fiber in his form.

The sight of Jamie’s total ecstasy sent precum shooting into Jack’s own judogi trousers, the need for release now unrelenting. He removed his hand and retied Jamie's drawstrings, then climbed atop his lover, pulling the smaller man into his embrace. Jamie melted against him, the heat of his body shockingly erotic. Jamie felt more right in his arms than anyone else ever had.

‘Ah, God, you feel good,’ Jamie whispered harshly. 'Smell so good, taste so good. I want you so badly -'

‘I want you too -’

‘Then take me,’ Jamie groaned, pressing his cock against Jack's muscular hips. ‘I love you, Jack; Hold me tighter...’

‘Shhh, it's okay, relax,’ Jack purred, lowering his head to cover his lover's throat and shoulders with small, sharp bites. Jamie moaned continuously, writhing in Jack's arms, twisting his head from side to side to give him better access to his skin. Jamie gasped as Jack's mouth moved over him, marking him with his teeth, devouring his flesh. The sharp bites didn't hurt at all. Instead, they unleashed in him a renewed burst of hunger so desperate that all he could do was grind himself against Jack mindlessly, arching his body to offer more of his bare skin for Jack's mouth. Jack responded, intensifying the strength of his tate-shiho-gatame, holding his student firmly, powerfully against the tatami.

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Jamie moaned desperately, his eyes flying open to beg Jack, silently, for more pressure, more pleasure. Jack's arms turned viselike around his neck, his cock pressing intimately up against his uke's.

Jack groaned, covering Jamie’s lips to kiss him possessively, his tongue sliding into the hot mouth. It felt so good to rub himself slowly against Jamie’s heavy, stiff erection and watch his face twist in ecstasy.

‘Ahhh, Jack. Oh yeah, that feels so good. Harder...’ Jamie moaned helplessly against his lips, his eyes tightly shut, his body thrusting desperately up against his tori.

‘Mine,’ Jack growled tenderly over his lips, devouring the smaller man's answering whimpers of ecstasy. Jack found himself once again at the brink of orgasm, watching the beauty of Jamie writhing in total submission beneath him.

‘Yes, yes, oh please,’ Jamie cried out, his hands digging into the small of Jack's back as his hips bucked up beneath him. They came together, tongues thrust deep inside each other's mouths, swallowing each other's moans and the violent shudders of their bodies’ release.

Jamie’s arms locked tight around him, holding Jack on top of him when he tried to move. ‘Not yet.’

‘Can you breathe?’ Jack gasped, still out of breath himself.

‘Nope.’ Jamie grinned against his chest, his lips nuzzling the sweat slicked skin.

‘You're a lot lighter than me,’ Jack told him a few moments later, rolling them over without breaking contact with his uke. 'You should be on top.'

Jamie laughed, the sound reverberating against Jack's chest, seeming to go straight through him. ‘It's a little late to decide that now, partner. But I won't argue with you. Next time.’ Jamie removed the sticky gi pants - first his own, and then Jack's - and then stretched out on top of his warriorlike inamorato, covering as much of the larger man with his small frame as he could.

‘You feel good,’ Jack told him quietly, wrapping his arms and their discarded kimonos around his uke. It felt wonderful, perfect, incredible, better than anything should, to have Jamie draped over his naked body like a blanket. Jack thought that he could sleep like this, perfectly content, perfectly relaxed.

And so he did.

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