Jake popped up, then stepped out of the tub. His foot slipped and the world tumbled around him andcrash.Right onto his back on the tile.
“Fuck. Are you okay? Jake? Jake.”
He groaned, then looked around, trying to get his bearings. When he looked at himself, a laugh tore out of his throat. “I still have a boner.”
Quinn kneeled down next to him, slipping his hands under Jake’s arms and sitting him up. “I have eyes. I can see you have a boner. But are you okay?”
He was still laughing as he sat up, shaking his head. “I’m okay. Should have warned you, super clumsy. I’ve fallen so many times since getting here.”
“Okay…” Quinn let go of Jake and sat next to him, leaning against the vanity. “I don’t know…are we still having sexy time?”
Jake stood up—taking a little more care that time—and looked down at Quinn. “I still think you’re hot. And I still want to eat your ass. So it’s up to you.”
He offered a hand down and some unknown tension slid out of his chest when Quinn took it. This wasn’t a total mood-killer.He hauled Quinn to his feet, then up higher, picking him up and holding him under his butt to carry him out to the bed.
On the way, Quinn said, “I’m vers. If it matters.”
“Me too.” He set Quinn down on the bed, then took a step back. Quinn on the bed, naked and still sporting a semi, his body wet and sparkling in the light from the table lamps. “Are you good with getting eaten out? I don’t have to rim you if you’re not into it.”
“I’m into it, but…are we going all the way? Am I bottoming? I didn’t prep or anything. Kind of assumed we might jerk each other off or blow each other more than actually fuck.”
“Sometimes a rim job is just a rim job. Doesn’t have to be prelude to fuckery.” Jake grinned, then stepped to the bed. He reached out, placing his hands on either side of Quinn’s shoulders and hauling himself up so he hovered over Quinn, barely an inch between their faces. “Me wanting to munch your butt has very little to do with your pleasure, and almost everything to do with me thinking your butt looks delicious.” He licked his lips and wagged his eyebrows for good measure. “But I don’t have to. It’s still moving at your speed.”I just hope you match speeds with me.
Quinn swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Then he smiled. “I didn’t think munching butt could ever sound sexy. But I’m down.”
Jake nodded, then scurried down. He grabbed Quinn’s calves and hauled his legs up, spreading Quinn’s legs and parting his cheeks and revealing the tight, smooth hole, still damp. Were Epsom salts poisonous? He didn’t know, but he didn’t care. Quinn’s ass was worth it. He dove in, tongue first, and lapped at Quinn’s entrance, working around the edge, then spiraling in.
Quinn didn’t just moan or whimper. Something came out of him somewhere between a laugh and a choke, over and over, his voice going higher every time Jake hit the center of his pucker.
Jake was in heaven, surrounded on all sides by Quinn’s slim, soft body, lapping at his hole, getting the absolute best sounds in the world out of Quinn. Beyond words, beyond real communication, but still totally clear: keep going, this rocks. Jake’s cock throbbed and he ground it against the bed. Soft fabric. His nose filled with lemongrass and lavender and sweat and skin and precum—
Jake stopped, his body vibrating.No no no no no no. He clenched his stomach, tightened his ass, gripped so hard to Quinn’s legs that they tensed back against his grip. Nothing came of it.
Or, one thing did. Jake came. He couldn’t hold it back, spurting hot, white ropes across the bedding. “Fu-uu-uuck.”
His body collapsed and his brain whirled into overdrive, all focused around that single moment: he came too fast.
A low whistle sounded and Jake tilted his head to look at Quinn, leaning around and smiling at Jake. “I’m flattered.”
“I’m sorry.” Jake was still trying to catch his breath. “I’m not usually so…quick.”
Quinn shifted position, face down toward the end of the bed. He ran two fingers through the pooled cum on the sheets, then brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I told you. I’m flattered. You weren’t just blowing smoke when you said I was hot if I did that to you.”
He kissed Jake on the cheek, then spun back around and spread his legs wide. “You can enjoy the show. If you’re not locked in post-nut clarity.”
He was, and he knew it, but when he looked up at Quinn, spread open, hand wrapped around his cock, slick precum dripping down as he moved his foreskin over his head, Jake’s thoughts…didn’t clear, but they focused. He shifted positions so he could return to his prior task, and in spite of just finishing, there wasn’t even a hesitation to go back to it. He was stillinterested in having sex, in running his tongue along Quinn’s thighs, sucking on his balls, working over his taint and burying himself under Quinn’s ass to get at his hole again.
“I’m close. Oh fuck. Keep going.” Quinn brought his free hand down, pulling Jake’s hair taut. “Yeah. My balls. Go back to my balls.”
Jake obliged, letting them both into his mouth and working them over with his tongue, sucking on them until they jerked up, tightening. Quinn’s breath caught in a half-gasping sound and his entire body twitched.
Wet heat landed on Jake’s face, his neck, between his shoulder blades as Quinn came. Several spurts, over and over until Quinn finally collapsed back down and Jake let his balls slide free.
Silence for several seconds, maybe half a minute. Jake wasn’t certain of the time
Then Quinn smiled. “God damn. If you ever get tired of carpentry, have you considered opening a full-time gloryhole? I’d come.”
Jake reached to his back, getting his fingers as close to he could to the cum dripping down. It had landed right in that spot that he could never reach. But he got a couple drops and brought them up to show Quinn. “I can tell.”
