Chapter 15 Jimmy
JIMMY
I take a long, hot shower after a workout at the gym.
My muscles have that good kind of ache that tells me I’ve had a good workout.
It’s not how I wanted to spend my day, but it’s been fun.
I switch on my phone as I head off campus.
I’ve a brief ‘Can we talk?’ message from Flynn.
It shouldn’t make my heart skip, but it does.
At the same time, worry prickles my nape.
He might want to tell me that nothing else can happen between us.
Me: Sure. When and where?
It takes him a few minutes to respond, which gives me time to walk halfway home.
Flynn: Your place? Whenever is good for you.
It’s interesting that he wants to come to mine. If he were going to blow me off, wouldn't he do it somewhere more neutral? I shouldn’t read too much into it.
Me: I’ll be home in five and don’t have any plans. Come over whenever you want to.
Flynn: See you soon.
Nerves dance a jig in my stomach. I get home fast, even though it’ll take Flynn at least half an hour to drive here, assuming he walked out the door the moment he texted me.
But why would he do that? No. He’ll be at least an hour.
Maybe two. I should do something to occupy myself, like watching anime or playing a console game.
“Hi!” I call out.
No one answers, so I assume my housemates are either out or sleeping.
Either could be possible. I might have finished my finals, but Angus and Steph both have one more exam, so my housemates might too.
We’re not close. Partying and clubbing were the things we had in common when we moved in together, and that hasn’t changed.
I brush my teeth, slap on some cologne, and spend a while choosing some anime to watch. The doorbell rings, making me jump.
I answer the door, half expecting it to be the postie, but it’s Flynn, looking as nervous as I feel.
“Hi,” I say.
He smiles. “Hi.”
“Come in.” Why is this so awkward? I stand aside to let him in and past me, and then I shut the door. “You wanted to talk?”
“Yes.” He flicks his gaze over me. His nostrils flare as he inhales.
Did I put on too much cologne? Am I radiating desperation?
He steps closer, cups my jaw with one hand, and puts his other hand on my hip.
This isn't talking. He kisses me. Nope. Not talking.
Better than talking. I pull him against me, smashing my lips to his, dipping my tongue into his welcoming mouth.
He moans, tightens his grip on my hip, and strokes his fingers back and forth over my jaw.
“Good talk,” I whisper. Unless that was a goodbye kiss, in which case it was a terrible talk.
He wraps his arms around my back, hugging me close, and rests his cheek on my shoulder. “I’m being selfish.”
“How so?”
“Because I want you, even though it might hurt Billy.”
I nuzzle his temple and hair. “I want you, too.” And I don’t give a flying fuck about Billy.
Flynn didn’t need to badmouth him for me to read between the lines and work out how one-sided their relationship was, in every aspect.
He lifts his head and looks into my eyes, his stare intense, his irises a brilliant, bright blue. “I spoke to Angus. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?”
“Because he’s your friend.”
“Eh, there’s enough of Angus to share. Did talking to him help?”
“He put some things into perspective for me, and helped me realise something.” He grimaces.
“What?”
“That Billy only ever put himself first.” Tears dance in his eyes.
I hold my breath.
“But he guilt-tripped me for not doing enough, and I believed him. I thought all the problems in our relationship were my fault. And some things were, but not everything.”
I stroke his hair and hold him tighter.
“But I couldn’t see it while we were together.”
“I will never treat you like that, baby.”
He sucks in a breath. “I believe you.”
“I’m glad about one thing.”
“What?”
“That even though you thought it was your fault, you held onto the thing that gave you joy. You didn’t give up your dream for him.”
“If I had, we’d still be together. I’d still be sacrificing everything for him, while still feeling like I’m not enough.”
“You are enough, exactly as you are.”
His chin trembles. Tears drip down his cheeks. “Am I?”
I kiss the tears off his cheeks and give him a long, slow, salty kiss. “More than enough.” I turn him, pressing him against the wall so I can kiss him harder. “I hate how Billy treated you.”
Flynn sniffs. “Why did it take me so long to realise what he was doing?”
“Because you loved him. Plus, he turned on the charm to manipulate you and your feelings, while playing the role of the perfect boyfriend and husband in front of other people. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to see through him. I’m sorry I acted like a brat and ran away.”
Flynn clings to me. “None of this is your fault. I’m free of him now, and I refuse to take responsibility for his emotions anymore. I refuse to put his feelings before my own ever again.” He hooks his hand around my nape and pulls me to him for an eager kiss.
I melt into his embrace and kiss him passionately, years of repressed desire bubbling inside me.
“I want you, and I don’t just mean as friends who fuck. I want to see what we can become.” He creases his brows as fear dances in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes. So, so much.” I crash my lips to his again and press my body against him. My desire for him is so intense, I’m burning up inside. “Do you want to—?”
“Go upstairs?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yes.”
We trip over each other in our rush, stumbling up the stairs as we keep trading kisses.
I swear it takes six times as long to get up the stairs as it should, not that I care.
The bedroom door has barely clicked shut before we’re kissing and taking each other’s clothes off.
We’re already naked when I remember to put my do not disturb sign on the door.
Then we tumble onto the bed, a mess of desperate kisses, tangled legs, and roving hands.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” My words come out between heavy pants.
“No.”
We fuse our lips again, tongues slipping, sliding, and tangling, as we grind our cocks together. I don’t want to come like this. I want to come inside him. But first, I want to taste him and treat him like I’m pretty sure my brother never has.
“Let me tongue your arse, baby.”
“I want to do something for you. Let me suck your cock?”
I smirk. “We can do both.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Both?”
“Let me guess, you’ve never sixty-nined?”
He shakes his head.
“Let me educate you. You suck my cock, I tongue your arse. We both get so turned on that we lose our minds. Or I could suck your cock, if you prefer?”
His pupils shrink to pinpoints, and his jaw becomes slack. “I—”
I swear, if this were a cartoon or an anime, there would be explosions going off around him to illustrate how much I’d blown his mind.
“Arse,” he whimpers. “It was so nice when you did it last night.”
“It’ll be just as good every time,” I promise, before upending myself, so we’re topping and tailing.
I encourage him to position himself so his legs are over my shoulders, with my head resting on his thigh, my nose nuzzling between his arse cheeks.
I part them with my hands, revealing his enticing pink pucker.
I lap his hole, revelling in his sharp intake of breath, which morphs into a groan.
After a few moments, he grips the root of my cock and swallows my length to the back of his throat.
I forget to pleasure him for a second, as I enjoy the hot pressure of his mouth around my dick.
I tongue him again for all I’m worth, showing how much I appreciate his arse and his mouth via a constant litany of groans and moans.
And, oh, fuck, I am losing my mind. From the sounds he’s making, he’s losing his, too.
When I’m sure I’ve done all I can with my tongue, I suck my fingers and use the pre-cum dripping from his slit to add more lubrication, so I can warm him up, ready to receive my hard, aching cock.
My balls are already heavy, but I refuse to come.
Not yet. Not until I’m inside him, staring into his dazzling blue eyes. Fuck, I want him.
“Oh, yeah, baby, what you’re doing is amazing. You’re so fucking talented.”
He shivers and trembles with every word of praise I lavish on him. I could suck his cock instead, but this is better. He needs this. Needs to feel like he’s good in bed. Needs to know that I want, need, and appreciate him. Which I do. So fucking much.
“I’m looking forward to sliding my cock into your tight arse, baby.”
He hums around my cock, sending a toe-curling vibration through my length to my balls.
“But you’re not quite ready for me.”
He whimpers.
“Soon, baby. I’ll be inside you soon.”
He makes a happy sound, which makes my heart skip. “You. Are. Amazing.” I mean it with every fibre of my being, and I plan on reminding him of it as often as I can.
I wait until his arse is nice and relaxed around three of my fingers. “It’s time, baby.”
We untangle ourselves.
I roll over to reach my bedside drawer to pull out lube. I pause. “Condom, or—?”
“Bare,” he says on a husky exhale. “Why bother with condoms now?”
“Good point.”
He fixes me with a lusty stare. “I want you to come inside me, Jimmy. Make me yours.”
“Again?”
“Every time.”
Well, fuck. I won’t be asking him that question again, then.
I kneel on the bed, legs splayed, and tap my thighs. “Come sit on me, baby.”
He does so without hesitation, scrambling to me.
He puts his legs over mine, feet planted wide apart on the bed behind me.
I wrap my arms around him, allowing him to lean back onto his hands, as he lowers himself onto my cock.
Then, facing each other, his cock sandwiched between us, our lips locked, our tongues tangled, I fuck him gently, showing how much I appreciate and want him with every upward thrust. He switches between wrapping his arms around my neck and leaning onto his hands, allowing me to get deeper inside him.
His face is pure ecstasy, damp, glistening lips parted, gaze locked onto mine, brows loosely knotted together.
We grunt, and pant, and moan, and groan, and enjoy every second of our union, until my balls are so heavy and tight I can’t stand it.
My orgasm is explosive—the result of all the emotions bundled in my chest. I kiss him hard as I empty my hot load into him.
He comes seconds later, trembling and gasping as his cum splatters our heaving stomachs and chests.
We hold each other, me still buried deep inside him, catching our breaths, stroking each other’s hot, sweaty skin.
“That was so good, baby, so fucking good.”
“You were amazing,” he whispers.
“So were you. Fuck, I’m so happy.”
He rests his head on my shoulder and gazes at me. “Yeah? Me, too.” I can tell by his soft, sappy smile and the way it lights up his eyes.
“How’s your shoulder?” I graze my fingertips over it.
“Still a little sore.”
“I’ll give you another massage later.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll give you as many massages as you want. Whenever you want.”
“You don’t need to spoil me.”
“No, but I want to, so I will.”
Then we’re kissing and touching again, appreciating each other. The fluttering in my chest tells me this is the start of something special. Something real. Something I’ve wanted for so damned long. Something worth waiting for.