22. Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Jake
The thought had never occurred to Jake that Quinn would find anything wrong about his body. It was perfection. It was lovely. As he leaned forward to press his lips to Quinn’s, he thought back over his own body. His freckles. His flat, lifeless hair. His rough hands. I guess everyone has stuff they don’t love.
Quinn shifted, rotating around and sliding away. “You want to bring your hips up?” He reached out and stroked a finger along the underside of Jake’s cock, shooting lightning through it and up his spine and into his head, clouding out any thoughts he might have been able to coalesce. “If you’re up for it.”
“I’m clearly up.” He nodded down toward his cock, now sticking halfway above the water.
Quinn leaned down, hot breath cascading over Jake’s tip. Then he dove onto it, sucking it between his lips, and any lingering thoughts that may have still been clinging to the inside of Jake’s brain case dissolved into ecstasy. Warmth and wet and suction, and Quinn staring up at him from under damp, dark hair as his cheeks sucked between his teeth and he slid down, down, down to the water’s surface, then back up.
Jake couldn’t easily reach Quinn, but his hands wouldn’t stay still. He scrubbed up and down his abs, played with his nipples, rubbed his lips. None of it was deliberate. Nothing but energy looking for some purpose, some exit from his body, and movement was the best option he had.
He whimpered when Quinn slipped off of his cock, almost started talking, offering to help him out or making sure nothing was wrong. Then he felt a single point of pressure, looked down to see Quinn’s tongue sliding up his stomach, slowly creeping higher along his treasure trail until he hit Jake’s belly button. Then he circled and pressed and kissed and even nipped between his front teeth, pulling up the skin and shooting wonderful sensation through Jake’s belly. Not pain, but not really anything else either. Jake was too sucked into the moment to feel pain. Or something. He was pretty sure he saw that somewhere online at some point. Chemicals in your body when you were horny made it so you couldn’t register pain. Something like that.
Whatever it was, he groaned with every touch of Quinn’s mouth along his torso, even when he finally moved up from the belly button and found Jake’s right nipple. More teeth, tugging, sucking, licking.
Quinn kept his tongue out and ran it in weird lines all around his chest until, eventually, Jake had to ask, “What are you doing? I mean, I like it, but what is it?”
“Your freckles.” He brought a finger up and gently touched them one at a time. “I saw them in that picture you sent me and I’m a little obsessed.”
Go figure. Jake chuckled, then leaned down and kissed him again, slipping his tongue into Quinn’s mouth and exploring as much as he could before parting. “You have no idea how funny that is.”
Before Quinn could ask, Jake grabbed him around the waist and hauled him closer, then ground his hips up. Cock to cock, sliding wet along each other. Quinn’s mouth opened and his head tilted back, stretching out the tendons in his neck in the absolute best way. Jake went harder, a little faster, trying to roll his hips with each movement. Water splashed with every dip or rise, creating waves in the soaking tub.
“Bed.” Quinn flicked his head down, making eye contact, his cheeks flushed pure crimson. “Bed now.”
Jake popped up, then stepped out of the tub. His foot slipped and the world tumbled around him and crash. 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 still interested 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.”
Quinn laughed. And Jake laughed. They fell into each other on the bed and Jake didn’t find himself caring about his freckles or his fall or the premature ejaculation.