11. Chapter 11 #5
And he had to fight to hold himself down because Tristan knew what he was doing. Although he’d started fast, Tristan slowly sucked as he rose, his tongue dancing all around, circling the head and laving Jax’s piercing before dropping back down again, the soft hair of his beard tickling Jax’s balls.
Alternating between gasps and moans, Jax sank his hands in Tristan’s hair, holding on. And Tristan did the same, clinging to Jax’s leg like he couldn’t get close enough.
“Y-You’re too good at that,” Jax muttered as Tristan stopped his torturous rises and falls, and moved on to Jax’s balls, kissing and tugging them in exactly the right way.
Jax’s cries only seemed to fuel Tristan, because he placed a long kiss on Jax’s rim, exploring it with his fingers.
“You are stretched.” His breath washed over Jax’s hole, teasing it, and Jax cursed, his legs trembling.
“But I need more ,” he rasped, putting all his need in there, and Tristan looked up, his pupils wide.
“Your wish is my command.” Opening the lube, Tristan slicked his fingers, and Jax let out a guttural moan at the thought of all of them inside him, the moan going up in pitch as Tristan spread more liquid over Jax’s entrance.
His back fired a warning shot, letting him know that he couldn’t bend his knees like that for long, not without support, and Tristan must’ve noticed, for he stopped and pulled away.
“Is it the position? You can put your legs over my shoulders if you want.”
Considering, Jax grinned almost sheepishly. “Can we try it? ”
Crawling up Jax’s body but not pressing anywhere, Tristan gave Jax a quick peck. “We can do whatever you want. Your comfort is my top priority.”
Jax cupped the side of Tristan’s face, and they stared into each other’s eyes, their bond ten times stronger in the bedroom.
For Jax, sex had always been a means to an end, something he’d needed to do to feel relaxed or happy.
But this was an exploration, an adventure, and Tristan brought that kind of energy wherever he was.
Giving Jax another sweet kiss, Tristan slid back and resumed his position on his stomach, slinging Jax’s spent legs over his shoulders. The angle worked, and both of them hesitated, waiting for Jax’s back to give the okay.
“Yeah,” Jax said breathlessly, because Tristan was already licking along the vein that ran up Jax’s shaft, sucking here and there. But before Jax could react, a slick finger traced his rim, easily sliding in. “Tristaaan.”
Did he just whine? Tristan only had a finger in; Jax shouldn’t be in shambles already.
Tristan replied by sucking harder on the skin behind Jax’s balls, curling that finger.
“ Fuck! ” Jax shouted as Tristan massaged that perfect spot, instantly clamping a hand over his mouth so he didn’t tell the entire building about it.
“It’s okay. I want to hear you. You’re doing so well.” Had Tristan’s voice actually gotten deeper ? Goosebumps rippled across Jax’s skin, and he dropped his hand, fisting the sheets as Tristan added a second finger and then a third, pushing against Jax’s walls.
“ Mmm, I like it.” Jax wished he could move the way he wanted, undulate his hips, give back more, but he knew that Tristan understood, because whenever their eyes met, Tristan’s gaze was all heat.
Clenching around the invading fingers, Jax smirked as Tristan’s eyes flicked up again.
“Imagine what that will feel like around your dick? Ah! ” He barely managed to get out the sentence before Tristan put in a fourth finger, stuffing him full.
“I’ve imagined it a lot.” Tristan kissed his way back up Jax’s cock. “My showers have been longer because of you.” His tongue darted out, licking around the crown before he descended, and Jax was suddenly teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“H-How are you doing this?” Jax didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until Tristan hummed in response, scraping his teeth a little on the way up, and Jax didn’t stand a chance.
“I-I’m c-com-” he tapped Tristan’s head to let him know, but Tristan held on for dear life as Jax cried out and shot down his throat.
Swallowing like Jax had given him another luscious meal, Tristan groaned, licking everything clean until Jax began to whine again, pushing at his head. Gently pulling back, Tristan placed Jax’s legs flat on the bed.
“Do you need a pillow under them?”
For a minute, Jax had no idea what Tristan was talking about, but eventually he managed to nod. With a chuckle, Tristan grabbed another pillow, sliding it under Jax’s knees, and Jax let out a sigh as it lightened the pressure on his back.
“How are you feeling?” Tristan asked, lying beside him.
“Like you turned me inside out.” When did his voice get so raspy? “In a good way.”
With a chuckle, Tristan inched closer, giving Jax another sweet kiss, and when they parted, Jax stared meaningfully at the enormous cock that curved up from Tristan’s body.
“I think the real question is ‘how are you doing?’” Jax ran his fingers down the shaft, but Tristan caught his wrist again, kissing the back of his hand.
“You turn me on too much.” Tristan seemed almost bashful. “I’ve never had this problem with anyone else. You’re captivating.”
“Tristan…” That four-letter word was like a headline in Jax’s mind because he knew that Tristan felt the same. He could see the v in that sandy-brown gaze, now dark with passion and focused on him.
Their lips met again, soft and tender, and by the time they parted, Jax needed Tristan in a way he’d never needed anyone before.
“If you don’t put that,” he pointed at Tristan’s cock, which bounced in reply, “inside of me soon? I’m going to lose my mind.”
Reaching for the condom, Tristan opened one. “You’re going to lose your mind if I put it in too. ”
“Aren’t you confident?” Jax winked and then quickly sobered, clearing his throat. “By the way? I got tested earlier this year - all negative. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I’m negative too…” Tristan glanced down at the condom in his hand. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“Y-Yeah.” Jax gave a jerky nod. He wanted Tristan to leave something behind, to mark him in a way no one else had, because it felt so very right.
All of a sudden, Tristan loomed over him again, bracing himself on his arms and legs.
“Do you feel good enough to keep going? What is the best position for you?” Even in his feral horniness, Tristan never lost sight of Jax’s safety, and it warmed Jax’s heart again and again.
“This is good. Spooning me works too, but you can’t pull my leg up too much.”
Tristan nodded tightly, telling Jax that he understood. “Let’s start with this, then. Do you need me to hold your legs?”
“N-No, I’m good. My back got a rest and I don’t think there’s an ounce of tension left in my body.” He pulled the pillow out from under his knees, putting his feet on the bed and spreading his limbs again. He felt wet yet wrung dry, his entrance loose and far too empty.
“I was right about that oxytocin.” With a devious smile, Tristan opened the lube, pouring a generous amount on himself, the slippery sound making Jax’s spent cock twitch.
“But we’ll have to do more research,” Jax moaned as Tristan slicked him up further.
“Yes, of course,” Tristan nodded with fake sincerity. Holding himself over Jax with one hand, he pressed the head of his cock to Jax’s entrance.
“What are you waiting for?” Jax quipped, wanting to shuffle down and take it all.
Tristan jolted at that, snapping to life and carefully pushing. Jax resisted for a couple of seconds before Tristan began to slide in, and they both let out ragged gasps.
The stretch had Jax sputtering and clawing the sheets, his face contorting in pleasure-soaked pain, but this pain was welcome. The burn, the pressure, and the fullness were perfection, and Jax reveled in it .
“You o-okay?” Tristan rasped through gritted teeth.
“The most ok-ay. Oh shit, Tris- tan !” Jax’s voice went up an octave as Tristan sank in even more. Leaving the sheets, Jax’s hand clutched Tristan’s forearm like a lifeline. “P-Please tell me that’s more than half.”
Tristan looked down at where they were joined. “It’s half.”
“I’m glad I’m a size queen,” Jax mumbled as the first thrust seemed endless.
By the time Tristan was all the way in, Jax’s skin shone with sweat and his eyes were permanently rolled up into his head.
He’d taken some sizable dicks before, but Tristan had length and girth, as well as a curve that put constant pressure on Jax’s spot.
And Jax was in heaven, especially as Tristan held eye contact, reading straight into Jax’s soul as he pulled his hips back and then gently pushed in again.
“Nnnnn,” Jax made a sound he’d never made before as Tristan slowly fucked him into next week. While the pace eventually picked up, the force never did. Tristan didn’t slam into him; he glided, and Jax tried to put his gratitude and appreciation into his gaze.
Tristan’s stare never wavered, and it comforted Jax, seizing his heart and not letting go. Far too quickly, there was a curl in Jax’s stomach that told him that he was close again , and he grabbed his shaft, pumping as Tristan’s cock hurled him toward orgasm at light speed.
“You’re so tight. So gorgeous. I can’t be-lieve…” Tristan’s words and hips began to stutter, telling Jax that he was right behind him. “I can’t be-”
The rest of his sentence turned into a series of moans as his entire body shook, and a smile broke across his face as he came; it was the most beautiful thing Jax had ever seen.
The pulsing cock inside of Jax stretched his channel even further, and he had to tear his gaze away as he lost control. Still pumping his arm, he twisted his wrist just right, crying out and coming for a third time that night, almost dry.
The room echoed with their heaving breaths, and despite looking like he didn’t even know his own name, Tristan managed to carefully pull out and flop onto his side next to Jax with a soft thump. Reaching over, he placed a possessive palm on Jax’s hip, and Jax smiled.
“What can’t you believe?” Jax rasped, his smile getting bigger as he felt Tristan leaking out of him.
“Hmm?” Tristan’s eyes were glassy.
“Right before you came. You said ‘I can’t believe…’ ” Jax carefully rolled onto his side, facing Tristan. He’d been ready for more pain, but Tristan had taken such good care of him that Jax had almost no discomfort aside from the usual pangs of amazing sex. “It’s okay if you don’t rememb-”
“I can’t believe,” Tristan interrupted, “that you’re perfect for me. I can’t believe that you want me.” His eyes stayed dark, but instead of heat, they were full of heart. “And I can’t believe how much I…how much I like you.”
It wasn’t the four-letter word Jax had been contemplating, but the sentiment was there, lurking just beneath the surface, apparent in Tristan’s gaze and in every touch. It was only a matter of time.
And by then, maybe Jax could say it too.