It took him three tries to get the condom on. He almost dropped the lube drizzling it down Rowan’s crack because the sight of his hole spasming made his fingers numb.
“Comeon,” Rowan urged, shoving backward like he could take Jordy’s cock faster that way. Like he was still desperate even though he was lying in a puddle of his own come.
Jordy lined his cock up and pushed inside.
Rowan’s body was tight and slick, and Jordy could feel the last of his orgasm trembling through him as he thrust, both hands on Rowan’s hips, yanking him back every time Jordy pushed forward.
“Oh fuck. Your thighs,” Rowan gasped. He was white-knuckling the sheets, his hair slick with sweat. And then just “Oh—fuck me, fuck me,fuck me.”
Jordy fucked him. He rammed in again and again, until Rowan’s body stopped fighting the intrusion and the pressure around Jordy’s cock relaxed. His blood pounded in his ears. When he looked down, the skin around Rowan’s hole was red and raw from Jordy’s stubble. He ran his thumb across the thin skin and pressed down, feeling it against his cock.
“Fuck—Jordy, come on, I can take it.Please—”
Did he mean Jordy’s thumb? Did he just want Jordy to fuck him that much harder? Jordy didn’t know. He didn’t ask. Rowan could have both. He coated his thumb in the lube he’d spread down Rowan’s crack and worked that inside him too.
The pressure had built so high now that Jordy couldn’t last. His body was tight with anticipation, straining toward orgasm. The clench of Rowan’s hole was intense. Jordy could barely see, barely breathe. Beneath him Rowan had gone almost silent.
No—Rowan hadn’t gone silent. The whole world had, whiting out in a thick haze of pleasure as Jordy’s orgasm caught him. Release thundered through him, his balls jerking against Rowan’s ass. Only the clutch of Rowan’s body remained, the endorphins singing in Jordy’s blood.
Jesus Christ.
When it ended, Jordy pulled out, brainless with pleasure, and rolled Rowan onto his back. His cock was hard, shiny with come, his eyes glassy.
Jordy pushed two fingers back inside him and wrapped his other hand around Rowan’s cock.
Sound returned to the world as Rowan howled, his feet braced on the bed. “Jordy, oh my God—”
Jordy rubbed his thumb in a circle under the head and Rowan came apart in his hand and around his fingers, shaking as his orgasm wrung out of him.
Finally Rowan whimpered at the overstimulation and nudged Jordy’s hands away.
Jordy knew the feeling. He figured his brain and Rowan’s body felt about the same right now.
“Yeah,” Jordy agreed. He glanced at his hand, at the condom hanging off his dick like a sad flag, and then at the ruin they’d made of the sheets. Fuck it. He’d just buy new ones. Rowan could sleep in his bed tonight. They could set an alarm.
He wiped his hand and then pulled off the condom.
Rowan made a noise of protest so weak it barely counted.
“You wrecked them first.” Jordy lifted a thigh to prove it. His leg hairs were clumped together. He’d maneuvered himself right into the wet spot.
“Fair.”
“I’ll buy new ones tomorrow.”
“Do you not have a washing machine?”
“I don’t have a sewing machine.” Jordy gestured toward Rowan’s head, where three small tears had rent the fabric.
Rowan turned. Looked. Turned back. Blinked. “Oops.”
Jordy bit down on a grin.
Rowan, on the other hand, didn’t bother trying not to laugh. “God, how smug are you right now?”
“I made you rip the sheets!” Jordy’s teammates would have a bad time next week. His ego had just tripled in size. Not that he’d tell them why. Not unless Sully pissed him off, at least. Then Jordy could traumatize him like he deserved.
“Is that a first for you?” He eyed Jordy’s thighs as though doubting this were possible.
