Chapter 15 #2
The grateful smile Tyler gave him meant everything.
It meant fucking everything. And then Rowan sat tucked against Jamie’s side as he read Corduroy, the story about the bear in a department store who was missing a button and went on an adventure through the store to find it.
He read the last line and closed the book.
“I think it’s your rest time, bud,” Jamie said, reaching a hand up to fluff Rowan’s curls.
Rowan nodded in response. “I’m a tired kitty today.”
Jamie left them, whispering in Tyler’s ear that he was going to be in the basement getting a quick workout in. The door closed behind him with a click, and he felt like the little, empty corners of his life were finally filling in.
Tyler found him half an hour later.
Jamie saw him in the mirrored wall of his basement gym, leaning against the doorway watching him run, his arms crossed over his chest. Jamie slowed the treadmill down to a walk, immediately feeling the rush of heat down his legs where sweat trailed through his fuzzy blonde hair.
He’d changed earlier into a pair of shorts, knowing he’d be sweating buckets.
Tyler’s tongue traced his lower lip as his gaze dropped to Jamie’s shorts. Jamie kept walking, eyes fixed on Tyler as he watched his boyfriend’s eyes trail over his legs. It felt so fucking good to be watched like that. To be watched, and to be wanted.
Jamie's attention never strayed from Tyler's face as he turned off the treadmill and removed his soaked t-shirt, tossing it over his shoulder.
Tyler’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “I like the view from over here.”
Jamie grinned, jumping off the treadmill and crossing the room. “Hey.” He stopped in front of Tyler, trying to catch his breath.
Tyler looked up at him, an almost wicked glint in his eyes, and snagged the elastic waist of Jamie’s shorts between his fingers. His knuckles brushed the hair trailing down from Jamie’s bellybutton, and Jamie hissed, a sharp surge of arousal threatening to make his knees buckle.
“Upstairs. Now.” Jamie grabbed Tyler’s hand, practically dragging him out of the gym and up the stairs.
Jamie started laughing, and then Tyler was laughing, and they tried to be quiet, but Tyler kept making adorable snorting sounds and Jamie couldn’t hold it together.
Finally, they stumbled into Jamie’s room, the door clicking shut behind them.
Jamie leaned back against the wall, his breaths heavy as he watched Tyler take the baby monitor from his pocket and set it on top of the dresser.
Their laughter faded as they looked at each other.
“Can I get you naked, baby?” Tyler was already nodding as Jamie approached him. Jamie groaned, because fuck, he’d been dying for this moment.
Tyler went straight to Jamie’s bare chest, mouthing at one of his hairy pecs. Jamie tried to pull Tyler’s sweater off, but couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate when there was a hot, eager mouth licking the sweat from his skin.
Somehow, he managed to get Tyler’s upper half naked.
He needed more time, but settled for making a promise to himself that he’d spend hours in the future getting to know each and every tattoo covering his boyfriend’s skin, and the twin silver bars that pierced his nipples.
Right now, he needed to peel off those fucking jeans.
Tyler’s tongue flicked against Jamie’s nipple and Jamie gasped, pleasure shooting over the surface of his skin and gathering below his belly. His hands fumbled with the button of Tyler’s jeans as Tyler’s fingers slipped under the waistband of Jamie’s shorts.
Within moments they were both naked. Sweat still dampened Jamie’s skin, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. I can fucking work with that, Jamie thought as he felt his cock brush against the smooth skin of Tyler’s stomach.
Jamie stepped back, needing to get a better look at his boyfriend’s body.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had his hands on Tyler’s hips, brushed his thumb over his throat, held his hard cock in his hand.
But to see all of him now, without anything between them, to see the lean muscle of his legs and the square set of his hips, to see the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock, the flared head almost purple and already glistening with precum.
To see the piercings in his nipples right there where he could reach them.
To see all of Tyler was overwhelming. Beautiful. He was so, so beautiful.
He could feel Tyler’s eyes on him, too. He vaguely wondered what the smaller man thought of him: his bulky, hairy body, and his average-sized, uncut cock.
Jamie wondered, but he didn’t worry. There was nothing to worry about when Tyler looked at him like maybe, he found Jamie beautiful, too.
“Come here,” Jamie said, backing up until his thighs hit the edge of the bed and then sitting down.
Tyler followed, moving with the grace of a cat until he stood between Jamie’s thighs.
Before Jamie could tell Tyler to get his ass up in his lap, his boyfriend lowered himself to his knees and practically dove into the crease of Jamie’s crotch, nuzzling and licking his skin.
“Why does your sweat taste so good?” Tyler asked, his voice muffled by blonde pubic hair. “It feels fucking filthy to like it, but it’s–fuck, Jamie, it’s so good.”
Jamie ran his fingers through Tyler’s hair, tugging gently once he reached the back of his head. “I like to hear that,” he said, staring down at the man between his thighs. “Tell me what you like. What you want in bed.”
Tyler licked a long line from Jamie’s inner thigh up to his hip, brown eyes locked on his. “Everything.” He nipped at Jamie’s skin. “I want you, above me. I don’t…I haven’t always trusted someone enough to ask for it, but I like being told what to do.”
“Fuck,” Jamie said, his hard cock twitching where it lay against hist stomach, hard and neglected. “I fucking love the sound of that.”
“You do?” Tyler hummed, dipping his head to nudge at Jamie’s sack with his nose.
“Mmhm. I prefer to be in charge–dammit, baby,” he cut off.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything as Tyler sucked one of his balls into his hot, wet mouth.
“See, that’s so fucking good when you do that.
” He tightened his grip on Tyler’s hair.
“Just like that. Fuck, you’re distracting me. I’m vers, too.”
Tyler grinned, the skin around his mouth shiny with spit. “Good.”
“Condoms?”
“Only if you want,” Tyler replied. “There hasn’t been anyone else since I tested, and I never stopped taking PrEP.”
“If you,” Jamie hissed as Tyler scraped his teeth over the skin of his inner thigh. “If you’re okay with it, then no condoms. I’m on PrEP, too, and fuck, Tyler. I want to feel you. Nothing between us.”
Tyler made a sweet little whimpering sound. Jamie felt himself smile. He wanted to hear Tyler make that sound again. “You like that?”
“Mmhm.”
Jamie’s hips bucked, the need for Tyler winning out over his control.
Tyler cocked an eyebrow at him. “Now can I suck you?”
“Yes,” Jamie said, his voice a pleased purr. “Get to work, baby.”
Tyler started at the tip, briefly flicking his tongue over the loose skin of Jamie’s foreskin before wrapping one of his tattooed hands around Jamie’s cock.
He slid his hand down, exposing the head, and Jamie thought he was going to fucking lose it when Tyler wrapped his lips around his crown and sucked.
“Baby, yes,” Jamie didn’t try to hold back the words falling from his mouth. “Just like that, fuck…” He needed Tyler to hear him, wanted him to hear just how fucking good he was.
Just when the pleasure started tightening in the base of his spine, Tyler would withdraw, switching his attention to Jamie’s full sack. Tyler continued working him over, sucking him down and then pulling back, occasionally looking up at him with that teasing smirk that made Jamie feel fucking wild.
“To the shower,” Jamie gasped. He knew they needed to be mindful of the time, but he wanted to savor every single moment of being with Tyler. Tyler grabbed the baby monitor and followed Jamie, turning up the volume and then setting it beside the sink before walking into Jamie’s open arms.
They kissed lazily while the water warmed up, Jamie’s large en-suite filling with steam as he got lost in Tyler’s tongue and wandering touches.
Jamie led Tyler in, making sure he got under the direct flow of the water first. He ran his hands over tattooed skin, up Tyler’s arms and down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples before circling his cock and giving it a few easy strokes.
He lowered his mouth to Tyler’s ear. “Can I eat your ass?”
“Fuck,” Tyler gasped, shuddering against him.
“Not an answer.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“Good, baby. Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out so I can see you.”
As soon as Tyler’s hands were braced against the wall, Jamie lowered himself to the floor.
“That’s it. You’re being so good for me.” His mouth watered as he spread Tyler’s cheeks, revealing a pink hole surrounded by fine, dark hairs. Yes, please, yes–his thoughts echoing Tyler’s words as his tongue ran over the puckered skin.
Time melted away as Jamie’s tongue sunk into Tyler’s hole. It was one of his favorite things: taking a man apart this way, tasting their musk and feeling the clench and release of their muscles around him.
Tyler rocked backward on his tongue and Jamie felt his cock throb between his legs. He needed more. Needed his cock on Tyler. Not in him yet–he wouldn’t be rushed when he sunk into Tyler’s body for the first time.
Jamie could have stayed on his knees for hours, but he knew they didn’t have time for him to indulge. Standing, he turned Tyler around, loving the way his body went lax under his touch, fully surrendering to him.
Grabbing the bottle of lube from the shelf in the shower, Jamie filled his palm before lining up their cocks. His hand couldn’t quite wrap around them both, but it was enough to hold them pressed together while he stroked over their slick shafts.
Tyler’s eyes were blown wide, his inky lashes damp as water trailed down his face. He looked beautiful, and Jamie couldn’t believe Tyler was his. Tyler must have felt the same desperation, because he started to thrust, his cock dragging against Jamie’s within the vice of his fist.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” Jamie praised, staring down at their bodies, at his own hairy chest against pale, decorated skin. It all felt sweeter, knowing who Tyler was. Knowing he kept his heart locked up tight, reserved only for those who’d earned it.
Jamie was going to fucking earn it. “I’m almost there,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, the heat that was curling low in his gut tightening. “I’m going to mark you, baby. Remind you that you’re mine.”
“Jamie—” Tyler threw his head back with a gasp.
Jamie snarled, giving in to the chase, his fist flying over their cocks without restraint. Tyler was slick and hot against him, and he was there.
Right fucking there.
Jamie came with a shout, his body going rigid as his cock pulsed, shooting thick stripes over Tyler’s stomach. The pleasure was too much, leaving Jamie’s ears ringing and his vision blurring. Somehow, he kept his hand moving, even as the touch grew overwhelming.
Tyler came with a shudder, his hips bucking as his come spilled over both their cocks. Jamie kept sliding his hand over him until the last drip of white leaked from Tyler’s flushed, red tip.
Beautiful. So damn beautiful.
Carefully, Jamie gathered Tyler into his arms, maneuvering them under the warm spray. He started to wash Tyler, wiping his body down with gentle caresses. His boyfriend nuzzled into his chest, his fingertips tracing softly along Jamie’s back.
“How was that?” Jamie whispered into Tyler’s wet hair.
Tyler tilted his head back, resting his chin against Jamie’s chest. “Perfect,” he said, with a cheeky little smile.
Jamie let out a deep breath. “As much as I’d love to stay here forever, I’ve got a party to host, and everyone will be here soon.” He turned the water off and grabbed a towel, handing it to Tyler before he got his own. “Feel free to relax while I get ready.”
“No, I want to help.” Tyler toweled off his dark hair and then shook his head, sending little droplets of water flying through the air. “We’re a team, right?”
“Yeah, baby. We fucking are.”