Chapter 7 #3
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jamie growled.
Kyle headed for the windows, shading the plas-glass dark and drawing the curtains. “Then we’re not talking about it.”
Jamie finished getting undressed, intent on a shower, when Kyle stepped in front of him, rocking him to a halt where he stood. Kyle put his hands on Jamie’s warm chest, fingers spread wide, and looked up at him. “Come on, get on the bed.”
Jamie worked his jaw, hot anger still running through him. “Kyle—”
“Fight or fuck, Jamie. That’s what we’re doing here. But you know my preference.”
He did know Kyle’s preference. He absolutely knew Kyle’s preference.
He was not going to argue with Kyle about choosing both.
Jamie grabbed Kyle’s hips with hard hands and hauled him close, their mouths crashing together in a fierce kiss that bent Kyle’s head back at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, but he didn’t protest. Just wrapped his arms around Jamie’s neck and rubbed himself against Jamie’s body.
Jamie could feel his cock harden, anger making his arousal burn faster.
When Jamie finally pulled his mouth away from Kyle’s, his lips tingled from lack of pressure.
Pushing Kyle back a little, Jamie gripped Kyle’s shirt near the collar and ripped it apart. Buttons went flying as the synthfabric gaped open between his hands. Kyle sucked in a breath, his pupils dilating.
“Not gonna lie, that was really hot, but you’re buying me a new shirt,” Kyle said.
“Get your fucking clothes off.”
Kyle was already stripping with a speed usually reserved for when they needed to gear up in the requisite amount of time of ninety seconds or less. It wasn’t a show, but Jamie watched anyway with hungry, impatient eyes as unmarked, lightly freckled skin revealed itself to him.
And all Jamie wanted to do was mark Kyle up.
“Get on the bed,” Jamie ordered in a low voice.
Kyle moved to obey, shoving some of the pillows aside to make room.
One or two fell to the floor, but they both ignored the mess they were making.
Jamie followed after him, crawling between Kyle’s legs to grab him by the thighs with hard fingers and yank him closer.
Kyle slid over the bed, legs bent over Jamie’s thighs, and Jamie leaned down to kiss him.
Kyle put a hand out, stopping Jamie cold with a single word. “No.”
Jamie froze, going rigid, mind blanking out at that demand as he stared down at Kyle with wide eyes.
He had a moment of panic that had nothing to do with anything outside the confines of their borrowed bedroom.
It threatened to strangle him, and he wondered where he’d gone wrong when they’d barely even started.
Then warm hands framed his face as Kyle leaned up to kiss him, easy and deep, not going anywhere, hiding words against his lips as if they were a secret. “Get on your back for me? Please?”
Jamie shuddered at the request, fear and some anger draining out of him as he realized he hadn’t done anything Kyle didn’t want.
Hadn’t hurt him in some way he didn’t want despite how little they’d done already.
But it wouldn’t have mattered because Kyle had said no, just for a moment, and Jamie didn’t have it in him to ever ignore that word when they were like this.
The tightness in his lungs and chest escaped in a heavy exhale, and Jamie nodded.
Kyle squirmed underneath him to get out of the way as Jamie lay down on the bed, using one or two of the remaining pillows to prop himself up a little. He watched hungrily as Kyle crawled up his body to sit on him, knees on either side, cock rubbing against his own as Kyle got settled.
Kyle reached for Jamie’s right hand, pressing a light kiss to the inside of his palm. “I don’t think this bed can withstand your grip, so you probably should just hold on to me.”
Jamie flexed his fingers before settling both hands on Kyle’s thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over the firm muscle there. “You think I can’t control myself?”
Kyle smirked at him, hot and hungry, and Jamie wanted to kiss the look off his face. “We can test that theory if you want.”
Jamie reached around to smack what he could of Kyle’s ass, the force of the blow making his hand sting. Kyle jerked against him with a little gasp, his hardening cock sliding against the deep-cut lines of Jamie’s abs.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“You can, sir,” Kyle said as he pressed his ass into Jamie’s hand, chin dipped down toward his chest a little.
Jamie slipped his fingers between Kyle’s ass cheeks, rubbing at his hole there but not pressing in.
Kyle’s eyes fluttered shut, and he bit his lip, pressure from his teeth whiting out the delicate skin there.
Jamie studied him with half-lidded eyes, mind settling into a focus still edged with anger, but desire was fast tempering it where he could be in a place to enjoy himself like this.
To enjoy Kyle.
He could see how Kyle had led him here, willing to be used by Jamie’s anger but not wanting Jamie to regret his actions in the morning.
Because he would, they both knew he would.
There were a handful of times after bad missions in the past where they’d come home and fucked out their anger, their fear, in each other in ways that ended up crossing the line of too much for Jamie after it was over, even if it never seemed to bother Kyle.
Somehow, Kyle must have recognized that tonight was going to be one of those nights before they’d even started and had skillfully steered it in a different direction.
“I want to watch,” Jamie said, the anger gone from his voice, if not the grip of his hands.
Kyle licked his lips and nodded. He moved just far enough to grab the lube from the nightstand before settling back down on Jamie.
He poured some lube onto the fingers of his left hand, the stuff shiny against his skin.
Jamie snagged his wrist and guided Kyle’s hand around to his ass, never breaking eye contact.
“Start with one and go slow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jamie knew the second Kyle had breached himself.
The way his mouth fell open just a little, the slight hitch of his breath, the way his eyelashes fluttered just for a second.
Jamie took in every detail as Kyle fingered himself open, hips rolling gently against Jamie’s body.
Jamie flexed his hands and held Kyle steady.
“One more,” Jamie said.
Kyle hummed eagerly, instantly obeying if the shiver running through his body was anything to go by.
Jamie watched him move through it, rocking onto his fingers as he braced himself against Jamie’s chest with his free hand.
His cock bobbed in the air, beads of precum pearling at the tip.
Jamie didn’t think twice about wrapping one hand around Kyle’s cock and stroking it firmly.
Kyle jerked forward, chasing Jamie’s touch before falling back on his own.
“Can I ride you?” Kyle asked, looking into Jamie’s eyes, a faint flush beginning to color his cheeks and chest. “Please, sir?”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to get you off.”
The confession fell between them, quiet and pleading, and Jamie would never have it in him to deny Kyle when he sounded like that.
“Whatever you want,” Jamie promised.
Kyle leaned down to kiss him, fierce and quick, before he scooted backward a little.
Kyle rose up on his knees and reached around to grasp the base of Jamie’s cock with firm fingers, holding it in position so he could sink down onto it.
The head of his cock pressed against the wet slickness of Kyle’s hole before pushing inside.
The resistance around him felt like a vise, and Jamie had half a thought to wonder if he shouldn’t have made Kyle wait a little longer, add a third or fourth finger to stretch him open, but the way Kyle felt around him drove the thoughts away.
Tight heat engulfed him as Kyle sank down onto his cock with a slow, inexorable slide that made Jamie groan deeply.
Finally, Kyle was seated fully on him, chest heaving as he breathed through Jamie filling him up. Jamie stroked his hands up and down the sides of Kyle’s body in a soothing way, feeling him breathe.
“Fuck, I can never get enough of you like this,” Kyle moaned, head tipped back as he carefully rolled his hips, just a little. “The way you feel in me.”
“Tell me,” Jamie said as he dragged his fingers over Kyle’s torso.
“Like you don’t know how much I love you filling me up.”
Jamie pinched Kyle’s nipples in response, pulling at the sensitive nubs until they hardened.
Kyle gasped and grabbed at Jamie’s wrist, not to stop him but to hold him there.
Jamie took the hint and pinched the dusky hard peaks until Kyle whimpered.
When Jamie finally let go, he raised himself off the bed to lick an apology over each sensitive nipple, sucking at them for several seconds before lying back down again.
Kyle braced his hands on Jamie’s chest, meeting his gaze with half-lidded eyes as he lifted off Jamie’s cock barely an inch before sinking back down again.
The feel of him moving made Jamie’s body tense up in anticipation, his hands dropping to Kyle’s thighs to feel him work.
Kyle’s abdominal muscles tightened as he rose up higher this time before sinking back down, hips tilted just right to skim Jamie’s cock over his prostate, judging by the moan he let out.