“Well you should have called me.” Jake raked his fingers back through Quinn’s hair, scratching and massaging his scalp. “I could have told you that working on the house wouldn’t have been less stressful. Getting recorded while you sweat, getting covered in dirt…dealing with Ozzy.”
Quinn snorted and shifted his hips back, settling in a little deeper and allowing the water to wash even higher up his body. “He’s a handful, that’s for sure. But hopefully the front lawn looks good.”
“Oh, he’s great at what he does. Whether that’s landscaping or being a tool.” Jake ran his hands up and down the front of Quinn’s body, over his nipples and down his ribs to his abdomen, sliding under the water but stopping short of reaching for his crotch before climbing back up. “Is the Epsom salt helping at all?”
Quinn took a moment or two to evaluate. “I think so. But it’s pretty subtle. I don’t think my hips or lower back hurt as much as they did before.”
“Yeah. It’s more of a relaxing kind of thing than a miracle cure. But I like to use them. I think they do something. Or they’re a really good placebo.” He kept his hands moving the entire time, stroking all over Quinn’s torso, bringing the water up to slick his movements across Quinn’s chest and belly.
“I think you might be helping more than the Epsom salt.”
“Well, I do what I can.”
His fingers slipped to the side and slid down and Quinn tensed, resisting the urge to jerk away.
Jake pulled back instantly. “What’s wrong? Something sore? I’m sorry.”
Quinn breathed out and forced himself out of his head. “It’s…no. Nothing hurts there. I don’t…” Somehowthisfelt more awkward than owning up to his relationship worries or airing everything out about work. “I’ve got love handles there.”
“Oh.” Jake was quiet a minute, then his hand slid up and gripped Quinn by the chin, tilting his head back until all Quinn could see was him looking down, his eyes somehow simultaneously deep and bright. “If you care about them, that’s valid. But I don’t.” He gently pressed his lips to Quinn’s forehead. “I just spent a while looking at your whole body and touching your whole body, and you might have noticed my boner hasn’t diminished at all.”
“I need to work on them.”
“You don’t. You’re fine. But if you want pointers on handling them, I’d help you out with that, too.”
He placed one hand in the center of Quinn’s chest, pulling him closer. Quinn’s breath hitched as he felt that, indeed, Jake was still hard. That hand glided down, over his navel, then to the side.
His fingers were warm and hard and lovely, brushing over his sides. His love handles. This big blond hunk with abs and biceps to die for lovingly touched that stupid part of himself that Quinn was ashamed of.
I’m in danger.He nuzzled in closer and brought his own hand up, guiding Jake down for another kiss.Right now, throwing caution to the wind sounds great.
Chapter twenty-two
Jake
The thought had neveroccurred to Jake that Quinn would find anything wrong about his body. It was perfection. It was lovely. As he leaned forward to press his lips to Quinn’s, he thought back over his own body. His freckles. His flat, lifeless hair. His rough hands.I guess everyone has stuff they don’t love.
Quinn shifted, rotating around and sliding away. “You want to bring your hips up?” He reached out and stroked a finger along the underside of Jake’s cock, shooting lightning through it and up his spine and into his head, clouding out any thoughts he might have been able to coalesce. “If you’re up for it.”
“I’m clearlyup.” He nodded down toward his cock, now sticking halfway above the water.
Quinn leaned down, hot breath cascading over Jake’s tip. Then he dove onto it, sucking it between his lips, and any lingeringthoughts that may have still been clinging to the inside of Jake’s brain case dissolved into ecstasy. Warmth and wet and suction, and Quinn staring up at him from under damp, dark hair as his cheeks sucked between his teeth and he slid down, down, down to the water’s surface, then back up.
Jake couldn’t easily reach Quinn, but his hands wouldn’t stay still. He scrubbed up and down his abs, played with his nipples, rubbed his lips. None of it was deliberate. Nothing but energy looking for some purpose, some exit from his body, and movement was the best option he had.
He whimpered when Quinn slipped off of his cock, almost started talking, offering to help him out or making sure nothing was wrong. Then he felt a single point of pressure, looked down to see Quinn’s tongue sliding up his stomach, slowly creeping higher along his treasure trail until he hit Jake’s belly button. Then he circled and pressed and kissed and even nipped between his front teeth, pulling up the skin and shooting wonderful sensation through Jake’s belly. Not pain, but not really anything else either. Jake was too sucked into the moment to feel pain. Or something. He was pretty sure he saw that somewhere online at some point. Chemicals in your body when you were horny made it so you couldn’t register pain. Something like that.
Whatever it was, he groaned with every touch of Quinn’s mouth along his torso, even when he finally moved up from the belly button and found Jake’s right nipple. More teeth, tugging, sucking, licking.
Quinn kept his tongue out and ran it in weird lines all around his chest until, eventually, Jake had to ask, “What are you doing? I mean, I like it, but what is it?”
“Your freckles.” He brought a finger up and gently touched them one at a time. “I saw them in that picture you sent me and I’m a little obsessed.”
Go figure.Jake chuckled, then leaned down and kissed him again, slipping his tongue into Quinn’s mouth and exploring as much as he could before parting. “You have no idea how funny that is.”
Before Quinn could ask, Jake grabbed him around the waist and hauled him closer, then ground his hips up. Cock to cock, sliding wet along each other. Quinn’s mouth opened and his head tilted back, stretching out the tendons in his neck in the absolute best way. Jake went harder, a little faster, trying to roll his hips with each movement. Water splashed with every dip or rise, creating waves in the soaking tub.
“Bed.” Quinn flicked his head down, making eye contact, his cheeks flushed pure crimson. “Bed now.”
