“Fuck me. Oh fuck. God damn.” The room melted away around Quinn. Was it warm? Cool? Loud? Quiet? He had no clue. His existence began at his hole and ended at Jake’s tongue, and his whole being pulsed with ecstatic agony. He couldn’t take another minute without exploding into a million disparate bits, but he also couldn’t imagine letting it stop. Jake’s tongue worked him over masterfully, and he never once squirmed or slowed or tried to move Quinn. Everything was focused on Quinn’s hole, and when Jake pressed in and the ring of musclesparted, he made a sound he was pretty sure he’d never have pegged as himself if he heard it in a recording. Certainly not anything he’d ever made before.
With that sound, his attention expanded back out, as though he could sense the entire room all at once. He slowly lifted himself up, taking care that his weak muscles, shaking with the glory and passion, didn’t give out. Jake may have welcomed some face-sitting, but his tailbone would still probably break Jake’s nose if he fell.
Jake wriggled out from underneath him, got to his feet, and grabbed gently around Quinn’s biceps. “You good? Need a break?”
Quinn shook his head and half-flopped down onto his back. “I need to get fucked.”
Jake chuckled and reached down, stroking his cock. It went from hard to harder as his hand slid up and down. “I can do that.”
Quinn struggled to get his breath. So many sensations, all bombarding him at once. But Jake was the core of it all, an anchor, gravity in the vast expanse of everything. Quinn gestured lackadaisically toward the nightstand. “Condoms. Lube. Though I’m pretty wet and open already.”
“I do my best.” Jake opened the drawer and pulled out a string of condoms, all still attached, and a purple and white bottle of lube. And a receipt. He raised an eyebrow at it. “You bought these today?”
Shit. Quinn shrugged. “I was hopeful.”
“So you put together this whole thing? Left your phone with me so you could get me in the sack?”
No. Just so we could talk things out. The rest was…just in case.“I—”
Jake pressed his finger to Quinn’s lips, sealing them shut. “That was naughty. You’re a bad boy.”
Quinn’s stomach clenched, but not from tension. Anticipation. When Jake finally pulled his finger back, Quinn swallowed. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad that you care enough to set up an elaborate ruse for my own benefit, then sat on my face and let me go to town on your butt?” He shook his head, then tore one of the condoms from the strip and ripped the package open. “I’m impressed, actually. Not a lot of guys have ever been willing to do that kind of thing for me.” He rolled the condom on, almost like the sex was an afterthought to what he wanted to say. “I always wanted that kind of big, bombastic display from someone. I guess I just attract the kind of guy with a different love language.”
As Jake gripped his ankles and raised his legs, exposing his hole, Quinn rolled his eyes. “Love languages are all bullshit anyway. You just dated guys who didn’t treat you the way you deserve.”Big shows of affection. I’ll remember that. Even if it felt self-serving to Quinn, putting effort in was apparently what Jake wanted, needed. Any sort of extra connection was a boon, and as much as Jake kept reminding him that he deserved better, Jake deserved better. Jake deserved anything Quinn could provide.
Pressure at his hole stopped his thoughts. Not pressure for long. The lube on Jake’s finger—and the eating out—let him slide in quickly. Circling, pressing against the edges of his hole, widening him. Quinn groaned and leaned back against his pillows, allowing the flames to lick up inside of him, fed by Jake’s ministrations, and fill up his head and chest.
When Jake brushed againstthat spot, the fire raged, clouding his vision. When it cleared, Quinn was gripping his shaft and stroking, and words came out unbidden. Not unwelcome, but not a conscious choice. “Fuck me. Now.”
Chapter forty-six
Jake
Quinn’s words vibrated throughJake. He hesitated only a moment, then pulled his finger free, leaving Quinn open and ready on the bed. He hauled Quinn’s legs up on his shoulders as he positioned himself, lining up the head of his cock with the pink, slick entrance. As soon as he put any pressure behind it, he popped in, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Quinn, and starting the flow of precum down his shaft. In the dim, amber lights, it looked like liquid gold flowing over Quinn’s dick.
Jake pressed forward, burying himself deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, his bush pressing against Quinn’s taint. He looked down and made eye contact. “You good?”
Quinn nodded. “Best I’ve felt…in a long time.” His face was red, the flush creeping down his neck and halfway over his chest. But he grinned. “I thought…I was clear?” His breathing and his voice were both uneven, panting and grinding. “Fuck me. Now.”
The words landed heavy in Jake’s stomach, but he didn’t need telling a third time. Intense pleasure raced along his cock, and he made a mental note to check the brand of condoms Quinn had bought. It was still on when he looked, but it felt like absolutely nothing. He thrust back in, a little harder and faster, then back out. His hands tightened around Quinn’s calves, feeling every shift in his muscles, and before long he slapped against Quinn’s ass, pushing groaning breaths from his lungs and shoving the pillows to the side as he slid up, up, up the bed.
Quinn stroked himself steadily, and all the while, he kept his gaze fixed on Jake. Never still, always looking at a new part of his face, his body, but also never unbroken. Even as sweat beaded on his forehead. Even as his tongue lolled free of his mouth. Even as his belly caved in from the force of his breathing. Quinn stared up at him, and Jake let himself fall into those eyes, pale brown and vibrant in the colored light.
Slap slap slap. Jake let go of Quinn’s legs, letting them drape over his shoulders as he leaned forward, looming over Quinn. A little closer, a little more contact. He couldn’t thrust as deeply, but he leaned down and locked his mouth over Quinn’s. His tongue darted down and his lungs filled with the smell of sweat and musk and toothpaste and clean skin.
Quinn said something into Jake’s mouth, and Jake pulled back enough that he could speak. “Come again?”
“Ex-exactly.” Quinn’s gaze went unfocused and the red blush in his face deepened almost unnaturally. “Cum. Cumming.”
Jake straightened up, pulled carefully out of Quinn’s hole—that won him a strangled moan from Quinn—then got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around Quinn’s head. Just as it throbbed. Just as his balls pulled up tight. Just as the panting and moaning petered out and Quinn’s back arched up and musky heat splashed out into Jake’s mouth. Spurt after spurt of cum, coating his tongue and clinging to his teeth,pulsing out and pooling until, after seven or eight shots, Quinn’s body relaxed into a mess of loose muscles and sharp, ragged breathing. His softening cock slid out and Jake swallowed the load, then peeled off his condom and started stroking.
“Cum. On me.” Quinn looked completely spent, and his words were weak, but he’d definitely said them. His head rolled slightly to the side so he made eye contact. “Chest. Belly. Face. Whatever. I want it.”
The options and fantasies pushed him up to the edge, imagining what Quinn would look like spattered in white. But he had enough presence of mind through the horny haze to at least be reasonable as he walked up, stroking carefully up and down as he approached Quinn’s face. “You’re sure? I don’t have to.”
Quinn licked his lips in response, then opened his mouth, showing off his pink tongue and bright, white teeth, and Jake stared down, the pressure building in his balls.
