Had he not been listening? “Ten seconds to get to the bedroom, another thirty to get lube?”
Carter let go and awkwardly leveraged himself to his feet, leaving Jeff starving for touch. “Which way?”
Fuckingfinally. Jeff pointed and then got up too.
He left Carter to strip while he grabbed the supplies. When he turned around, Carter was shirtless—as mouthwatering a sight as it had been last time, and maybe better because Jeff could appreciate him from a bit farther away, the definition in his pecs and abs and the red-gold curls that highlighted them.
The pants, however, seemed to be a problem.
“I hate this stupid boot,” Carter muttered, cheeks red.
Jeff realized the problem—he couldn’t get his pants off without removing the boot first. And there was no way he was fucking Jeff with the boot off; Jeff had known him too long. That would 100 percent result in further damage.
“Fuck it,” Jeff said. “Half-clothed sex is hot anyway.” As long as he could get his jeans down enough to get his dick out, Jeff didn’t care. “Get on the bed.”
“Bossy,” Carter said, but he knelt on the bed anyway, with his foot hanging off the side to keep pressure off, and gestured for Jeff to come closer. “Come here and kiss me.”
Jeff wouldn’t be refusing that invitation anytime soon. Slightly unbalanced on the soft mattress, he leaned in until he could meet Carter’s mouth. Another shiver went through him at the taste.
But he didn’t have a chance to fall into it—Carter gently pushed him backward and Jeff gladly went.
Was he really about to do this? After fifteen years?
It only took Carter a handful of seconds to shove his jeans down to his hips. In that time, Jeff opened the condom and pushed himself up on one elbow so he could stroke Carter to full hardness. Carter must have enjoyed himself on the couch almost as much as Jeff had, because he was dripping precome.
Carter put his hand on his wrist. “Condom?”
Jeff handed it over and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. He barely had the pillow situated under his hips before Carter nudged the slick head of his cock against his hole.
Oh God.
“Fuck,” Jeff said. His eyes closed as he arched on the bed. Of course Carter was like this. “Come on, please—”
He pushed the head in and Jeff hissed in pleasure, body opening easily, only for Carter to pull back and tease him again.
Jeff opened his eyes. “Carter. It’s literally been fifteen years. Are you seriously going to play just the tip?”
Carter blinked down guilelessly.
“I will put you on your back and ride you,” Jeff warned.
Carter smirked. “Don’t threatenmewith a good time.”
But then he finally,finallypushed inside, and Jeff’s body lit up like a firework even as Carter’s mouth dropped open and his face went slack.
“Fuck,” Jeff said, shifting his hips up into it. He wanted it all. “Anyone ever tell you you have a big dick?”
When Carter laughed breathlessly, said dick shifted just right. “I’ve had a few complaints.”
“Not from me. As long as you move it—”
Carter moved it.
“No complaints,” Jeff gasped, planting his feet so he could move in counterpoint.
“Jeff.” Carter groaned and set his hands on Jeff’s hips to control the pace. “Thirty seconds, you said?” He sounded strangled.
Jeff would’ve laughed, but Carter started fucking him like he meant it—deep, firm thrusts that stretched Jeff perfectly. The skin around his hole was still prickling from Carter’s facial hair, and the sensation of Carter’s cock gliding past the ring of muscle was almost too much.
