Chapter Seven
SOMEHOW THEYmanaged to get inside the house. Jeff had half a second to be fiercely glad he’d cleared away the clutter, and then Carter caged him in against the wall with his huge body, tilted Jeff’s face up with one enormous hand, and crushed their lips together.
Jeff opened under the onslaught and clawed at Carter’s back and chest as Carter plundered his mouth with a rough, frenzied kiss Jeff had waited more than a decade for. He bit back on a whimper, trying to be conscious of Carter’s bad foot, but his knees threatened to buckle with every rasp of Carter’s five o’clock shadow or sting of his teeth over Jeff’s lips.
Carter wanted him. Carter wanted him bad enough he was trying to devour Jeff against the wall of his house when he’d broken his foot the day before, when there was a perfectly good couch twelve feet behind him. The knowledge was great for Jeff’s ego—and his dick—but his conscience made him turn his head until Carter was mouthing at his jawline, biting down his neck.
Jeff shuddered, curling his hands at the small of Carter’s back, pulling at the fabric of his shirt. “Carter—fuck—we should, the couch.”
Carter ignored him and slid a hand down Jeff’s chest until he was cupping Jeff’s balls, his wrist and forearm pressed tight to Jeff’s dick. Jeff’s cock twitched and he tilted his head back farther against the wall, giving room for Carter to bite lower. He closed his mouth over Jeff’s Adam’s apple, just the brief score of teeth and tongue, enough to boil Jeff’s blood in his veins. He bucked against Carter’s hand, helplessly turned-on.
Carter shifted his weight and then hissed against Jeff’s neck, and that cut through the lust. Jeff jerked away just a little, forced his fingers to release Carter’s shirt, and pointed. “Couch. Now.”
He was definitely getting that sainthood, because Carter went.
As soon as Carter sat, Jeff was in his lap, knees braced on either side, careful not to rest his weight on Carter’s right leg. Jeff could feel the press of Carter’s hard cock through his shorts, but it was hard to focus with Carter’s hands bracing his ass, long fingers a centimeter from Jeff’s asshole, with Carter’s tongue in his mouth again. Jeff wanted to grind into his lap and get them off that way like teenagers on a second date, but he didn’t dare. Too much pressure on Carter’s foot could break the spell. Jeff couldn’t risk it.
Instead he braced his left arm against Carter’s shoulder and reached between them with his right hand, finally getting to touch Carter in the way he’d fantasized about for so long. His cock felt hard and huge under the slippery fabric of his shorts, and Jeff stroked him through them and bit at Carter’s lips and tongue.
“Jeff,” Carter broke the kiss to say, and Jeff was hit with a bolt of lust so strong he thought he might come just like that.
“What do you—” he asked, desperate to make Carter make that sound again, but that was as far as he got before Carter put one huge hand on his head and pushed him down.
Oh fuck yes, Jeff thought as he went to his knees between Carter’s thighs, and only realized he’d said it out loud when Carter said, “You’re gonna kill me.”
“You’re gonna like it,” Jeff promised, and if he wasn’t gentle when he pulled Carter’s shorts down his thighs, Carter didn’t complain any more than Jeff did when Carter pushed him down on his cock.
It was even bigger up close, long and fat and flushed and dripping. Jeff wasted no time taking the head into his mouth, sucking, making it as wet as he could, letting his spit drip down the length of it. Carter kept his hand in Jeff’s curls, setting the pace, like heknewJeff went crazy for that.
Jeff’s erection was leaking all over his own shorts, but it could wait.
“Jeff,” Carter said again, like it was the filthiest word in his vocabulary. His cock leaked a glob of precome on Jeff’s tongue and Jeff lapped it up and then slid his mouth down as far as it could go. The angle wasn’t right to get him all the way down his throat, but he would have to work up to it anyway.
Until then, Jeff sucked, hollowing his cheeks. He wrapped his right hand around the part of Carter’s cock he couldn’t take down. Then he closed his eyes and took in every obsceneuhthat fell like filthy pearls from Carter’s lips. Jeff’s face was wet with precome and drool and his eyes stung with tears from the perfect bite of Carter pulling his hair, and he’d never been so turned-on in his life.
Finally, too soon, Carter’s thighs tensed and he arched against the couch. His hand tightened in Jeff’s hair. “Gonna come,” he said, and then the pressure left Jeff’s head, but fuck that. Jeff grabbed Carter’s wrist, encouraging him to hold Jeff down.
Carter’s dick jerked in Jeff’s mouth and he groaned, “God,” in a voice that went right to the pleasure center of Jeff’s brain.
Yeah, Jeff thought as he worked Carter’s shaft as much as he could while Carter guided his head, hips thrusting up minutely until he came, gasping, flooding Jeff’s mouth with come faster than he could swallow it. It seeped out over his chin and hand, hot and slick. Finally Carter pulled Jeff’s head back until he could only reach the tip, and he licked up that last drop of come before Carter dragged him onto the couch to straddle his left leg.
Then he tugged him into a kiss, smearing come between their mouths as he pushed his left hand into Jeff’s shorts. Jeff bit at Carter’s mouth as Carter closed a hand around his cock, worked the elastic down with his wrist, and pulled him out.
He didn’t even register that Carter had stopped kissing him until he said, “Spit,” and brought his hand to Jeff’s mouth.
Jeff spat. Carter thumbed the rest of his release off Jeff’s chin and added that too, and then he closed his hand around Jeff’s cock, sliding over him tight and slick and perfect.
It looked obscene, the way Carter’s hand engulfed him. Jeff’s dick was average size, but Carter’s hands were so big, he could touch Jeff almost everywhere at once. And he was watching Jeff intently with smears of his own come on his face and his softening cock glistening with Jeff’s spit between his legs.
Jeff was about to congratulate himself for lasting more than five strokes when Carter moved his other hand back between Jeff’s legs and fingered his hole through his shorts at the same time he thumbed across the head of Jeff’s cock. He catapulted into orgasm and a litany of stupid noises fell from his mouth as Carter wrung him dry, stroking and stroking until Jeff was so sensitive he pushed his hand away, heaving for breath.
Carter didn’t break his gaze even as he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked the come off his thumb, because apparently it wasn’t enough to wreck Jeff physically.Jesus fuck.
Under the serene silence of life-altering filthy sex, Jeff became aware of a backing soundtrack of blind panic. What had he just done? He’d only just gotten Carter back in his life and now he’d put that in jeopardy, hadn’t he? Jeff wasn’t exactly Mr. Successful Interpersonal Relationships. He couldn’t even figure shit out with the band who’d been his family for half his life. What made him think he could pull it off with Carter?
Carter was too important to risk for sex, even brain-leaking-out-your-ears, throw-away-everything-you-were-wearing sex.
Which, speaking of, Carter was still watching him with hooded eyes. He raised his hands to the hem of Jeff’s—technically Carter’s—shirt and tugged gently, smearing it with come. “You look good with my name on you.”
