“I’m close…” But close was an understatement. As he finished off the word, the wave surged up. His knees quivered as the first blast of cum shot out across Quinn’s neck, his chest, then his chin, his cheek, then across his nose, then clinging to his earlobe. The final, weak spurt leaked out, dripping onto Jake’s fingers. When he looked down at Quinn, a burst of arousal rushed through him, trying to stiffen his dick straight back up. His face, still red and sweaty, with hair matted to his forehead, streaked in thick white as the scent of cum hung wild and heavy in the air…perfect.
Quinn wiped a bit of it away that had gotten too close to his eye, then sat up and grinned. Wide. Unrestrained. “How do I look?”
“You’ve got something here.” Jake gestured to his cheek. Then his nose. “And here.” His ear. “And here. You know, might be easier if you head to the bathroom. Use the mirror.”
“You must have been saving that up for a while.”
Quinn got up and, as he walked past, Jake grabbed his wrist and spun him around, pulling him close. He leaned in for a kiss, catching a splatter of his own cum on his upper lip. When he pulled away, he sighed. “Thank you. I think…we should give this a try.”
Quinn’s smile somehow grew even wider. “And all it took was sitting on your face. Wish I’d known it was the easy to solve things.”
Jake nodded at the wise words. “You have my permission to sit on my face any time you want.” His tongue darted up and he snagged the last bit of his own cum that had transferred over. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. Don’t want to get your new pillowcases covered in cum stains.”
Chapter forty-seven
Quinn
Quinn and Jake wererunning on a few hours of sleep and several lattes apiece as he took the exit to head off to Three Rivers. But it wasn’t the coffee or the exhaustion that had Quinn’s stomach rolling. They were close, now, and it was easy enough to pretend that things would work out, locked in the house, tasting each other, cuddled up in the bed talking until way too early in the morning. Another thing entirely to believe it would work out when Quinn was about to drop him off in another state, then drive back alone.
Jake reached over and cupped his hand over Quinn’s on the wheel. “I don’t want to push, but you’re so nervous right now. You don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily, right?”
Quinn offered a smile. “Old nerves popping up. Have to work through it.” He brought his other hand across and placed it ontop of Jake’s, sandwiching them together on the steering wheel. “I’ll be good. Just…call me?”
“Every night. I can’t promise I’ll be wearing clothes, but I’ll call.”
And in spite of himself, Quinn chuckled at Jake’s stupid, sexy joke. “You really know how to break apart my nonsense.”
“Carpentry and nonsense breaking. It’s really all I’m good at.”
Quinn shook his head. “You’re pretty good at fucking, too.”
Jake pulled his hand out of Quinn’s grip and pressed it to his chest. “Sir. That’s sailor talk.”
“Ahoy.”
Before long, Quinn pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel there in Three Rivers, Michigan. His stomach lurched when he pulled up underneath the large portico at the front doors, but he did his best to smile and act like everything was good. “Well, door-to-door service.”
Jake tilted his head to the side. “You’re not coming up? I kind of figured you’d chill in the hotel room for a while. We shouldn’t need to start any work until tomorrow…and I didn’t explain any of that, did I? Crap. Sorry.”
“That’s the last thing you should apologize for.” Yes, Jake was leaving. But he took it for granted that Quinn would be with him as long as possible. He would call. He could have tossed Quinn aside a dozen times, but he hadn’t. He wasn’t.
Quinn leaned across and threw his arms around Jake. “Thank you.” The seat belt bit into his neck, but he didn’t care.
“You can stay up there as long as you need, but I’m going to be bone-tired most days.”
“Epsom salt bath tired?”
Jake chuckled low, a rumble through his chest that vibrated into Quinn. Then he angled his face and pecked Quinn on the cheek. “Probably at least once or twice.”
Quinn toyed with the idea. He could work from home. Which meant he could work from a hotel room in some town in Michigan he’d never heard of. The house was in good shape, after they all finished up with it. He would be fine to leave it, since it wasn’t nearly as much of a hazard as it had been with his grandpa’s hoard inside.
“I have to go back. But I’ll stay for a while.” Finally, he released Jake and undid his seatbelt. “Come on. Let’s get your stuff out of the car, then I guess I need to hunt down a valet.”
Jake ruffled his hair, then undid his own seat belt. “You don’t get out to smaller towns very often, do you? I bet twenty bucks, the most you’ll get is a note to stick on your dash to prove you’re allowed to park here.”
“I’m aware of self-parking.” He pointed to the small white sign next to the front sliding doors. “But that says there’s a valet. And since I just drove for five hours, I’d like to get out from behind the wheel.”
They both climbed out of the car, piling Jake’s luggage out onto the pavement, and headed in. When they reached the front desk, they got the valet all squared away and Jake got two room keys—they had to do a little dance with front desk attendant to get him to understand a single bed was fine, which ended with him red-faced and averting his gaze from the pair of them—and they headed up.
