Jack's Bachelor Party
Part 5 of the Jack The Lad series
About: After living together for ten months, James decides to propose to Jack.
But a damper is put on this special evening when Jack comes home beaten
and bloodied. However, an erotic soak in a jacuzzi makes everything
better. After Jack accepts James proposal, the boys in Jack's band plan
an intimate bachelor party. But an unexpected guest tries to crash their
orgy-filled festivities, and this guest comes armed with a secret. Will
it break the couple apart or bring them closer together? All the
questions are answered in this sex and action filled conclusion.
lighting the two white pillar candles perched on the table, I blew out
the match and cast a worried glance at the clock. Jack should've been
home from his studio by now. He said he'd be back by 6:00 pm, and it was
7:10 pm. It only took him twenty minutes to walk home from the place,
so he insisted on strolling rather than taking a cab. I protested this
at first, since the area he had to pass through was rougher than our
neighborhood. But Jack just said, "James, you worry too much, love. I
know these streets like the back of my hand. Relax."
As of today,
we'd been living together ten months, and I had cleaned the apartment,
cooked a special dinner, because I planned on proposing to Jack, my punk
rock lover, tonight. He had no idea I had anything special scheduled,
so maybe he stopped off with his band mates for a drink, I reasoned.
Still the niggling doubt wouldn't go away.
The doorknob rattled
and I rushed to the entrance, opening it before he could. When I got a
good look at him, my heart plummeted to my stomach. "Jack, are you all
right? Christ, what happened?"
I wrapped an arm beneath his and
slung his arm over my shoulder. Then I helped him in our apartment. His
face was swollen, purpled, and cut on one side. He stood hunched as he
limped into our home.
"My fault," he croaked. "I took the shortcut home. Went through that alley next to Fergie's Diner."
were you doing there?" I gently lowered him onto the sofa. "You know
that area is rougher than rough. Crazy bastard." I unlaced his boots and
eased both off his feet.
"Oh, stop fussing." He waved me off. " I
know. I know. Should've taken a cab. Shouldn't have taken the shortcut.
I'm just a bit bruised is all. A few kids swarmed me, but I managed to
fight them off. They were young and small. Hell, I even saved my
"You look more than bruised, Jack Randall." Before he could say another word, I headed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
As I dug the small box out of our medicine cabinet, I heard him say, "Ohh, candles. What're we celebrating?"
the bathroom mirror, I watched my eyes grow wide. I'd completely
forgotten the table, the nice dinner I had cooking, the ring sitting on
Jack's plate. With first aid kit in hand, I rushed out to the living
room. I didn't want him to see the small velvet box until I cleaned up
"I've got a special night planned. But we'll get to
that later. Let's fix you up first." I knelt in front of him and gently
turned his head so he faced me. I daubed some liquid onto a cotton ball
and wiped the smear of blood from his cheek.
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