In more ways than one.
“What do you think?” he asked Naomi.
She leaned over his shoulder and scanned the offerings. Then she smiled and tapped one with an immaculate nail. “Oh, make Ari sit this one out. He should get the full effect.”
“You’re on this team too, eh?” He grinned, then leaned into the mic. “Hey, Ari. Naomi says take five, we got this one.”
Ari raised his eyebrows, lowered his violin, and bowed off to the side. “I look forward to it.”
“I can’t believe you’re helping me get laid,” he muttered to her, sotto voce.
She snorted. “Notyou, idiot.” Then she took center stage.
This time they all waited for her signal. Jax took a deep breath, feeling like he reallyhaddone a line of coke. He fixed his eyes on Ari, who was looking at him like he was—Jax didn’t even know. A Maraschino cherry stem he wanted to tie a knot in with his tongue.
Naomi bowed the sharp staccato notes of the intro, and the bar roared.
Jax didn’t even pretend to look at anyone else as he let his voice go high and breathy. Was it absolutely ridiculous to sing “Toxic” to the man you wanted to take you home? Yes. Had that ever stopped Jax before? No. And by now Ari knew that.
From the look in his eyes, he was into it.
By the end of the song, Jax was dizzy with wanting it; he had no idea how he made it to the end of his shift.
It was possible that he was shoved out the door early for being gross, but Jax didn’t care because Ari stood next to him and leaned down to husk into his ear, “Tell me you’re coming home with me.”
“Yes,” Jax breathed, and they stumbled into a cab. Jax might not have had anything to drink, but he wasn’t sober. His bike would be safe for the night. Probably.
Ari’s loft wasn’t far. He guided Jax into the building with a hand on the small of his back, and the gentle sweep of his thumb over Jax’s spine ratcheted his arousal up more and more.
They didn’t talk on their way up or as Ari was unlocking his front door. As soon as they were inside, Jax spun, pushed their bodies together, and kissed him.
Ari’s mouth was wide and giving under Jax’s eager press. Ari placed a hand on the back of Jax’s head, his keys clattered to the ground, and the other hand settled on Jax’s hip. He hummed into the kiss and licked Jax’s lips, and Jax didn’t think he’d ever had a first kiss this good.
He opened for Ari’s tongue and pushed back, pressing into Ari’s mouth, testing, tasting. Ari scratched his nails over Jax’s scalp, and the noise that escaped Jax then could only be classified as a whimper. Judging by the sharp forward thrust of Ari’s hips, he was into it.
Ari trailed his lips up to Jax’s ear. “What do you want, Jax?” The low tone sent shivers through him.
“Fuck. Everything. Anything. God, Ari—” He cut off with a strangled moan as Ari dragged his teeth across the tender skin below his ear.
Ari purred and said in the same husky voice, “You tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“Yes, yes,” Jax breathed. He might be drunk on lust, but he was aware enough to recognize that for the negotiation it was—let me guide you. Jax was nothing if not predictable in that regard.
Ari hauled him into the bedroom, yanking Jax’s clothes off as they went, getting his mouth on all the newly exposed skin. Jax did his best to return the favor but found the buttons on Ari’s shirt difficult to work with Ari’s mouth on his collarbone and one of his hands pinching his nipple.
He was naked when Ari pushed him down onto his bed, and Ari was shirtless, revealing a moderately hairy chest. He shimmied out of his jeans and prowled onto the bed, over Jax.
Jax grabbed his head and pulled him down into a kiss. He spread his legs and hooked one over Ari’s thighs, trying to pull them closer. Ari resisted—Why?Jax pulled, and Ari pulled back, nibbled Jax’s lip. Then, after Jax stopped pulling, as if to prove Jax couldn’t make him do anything, Ari pressed forward and their hips collided. The press of Ari’s cloth-covered cock against his own was delicious, and Jax moaned into the kiss. Then Ari thrust his hips and made it better.Yes!Jax arched into the friction, hooked his other leg around Ari’s hips, and let him set the pace.
Then Ari stopped thrusting. Jax whined into his mouth, scratched at his shoulders, arched his back, trying to entice Ari into movement, but his hips stayed still. He pulled his mouth off Jax’s and kissed his neck, his collarbone, his chest. He worked his way south and stopped at Jax’s nipples for a nibble and at his belly button for a lick, but he was clearly a man on a mission.
He pushed Jax’s legs wide, loosening their grip around his back, and shimmied down until he was head to head with Jax’s dick. Without further ado, he leaned in and licked, base to tip. Then he took Jax into his mouth and sank all the way down.
Jax shouted and arched off the bed, but Ari pulled off with a growl, pinned Jax’s hips, and went back to work.
He sucked Jax like he was starving for it, working the base while he sucked the head, pulling off to lick all over, rolling and tugging at Jax’s balls, taking him all in, to the back of his throat. Jax hadn’t been sucked off this enthusiastically in—ever, maybe. He clutched at the sheets, Ari’s hair, covered his mouth to stifle some of the loud moans. He hardly knew what he was doing.
Ari placed two fingers behind his balls and pressed, and Jax’s legs spasmed and tried to shut until Ari wrestled Jax’s thighs flat against the mattress. He looked up at Jax, his dark eyes black under his sweeping lashes, and Jax gasped and just about came, even though Ari’s mouth was not currently on his dick.