Chapter 2 #2
“I don’t have much attachment to my hometown in Ohio anymore.”
Jamie fiddled with the beer glass in his hand. “Do you not like Ohio?”
“I like it fine,” Caleb replied, though there was a faint trace of bitterness in his voice. When his gaze met Jamie’s, his brown eyes were dark and focused. That spark of heat from the pub ignited between them again.
“I think I like it here a whole lot better, though.”
Jamie felt the back of his neck grow hot as Caleb stepped closer. He gently plucked the beer glass from Jamie’s hand and placed it on the coffee table.
“This alright?” he murmured, stepping in from behind and settling his large hands on Jamie’s hips.
Jamie nodded, barely breathing. When he turned slightly to look behind him, Caleb’s lips brushed against his ear.
“You sure?” The deep rumble of Caleb’s voice went straight to Jamie’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Jamie said, breathier than he meant it to be.
Warm muscle pressed into Jamie’s back as Caleb stepped even closer. The definition was obvious, even through his shirt, and, fucking hell, he wanted to see what Caleb looked like without clothes. It was probably glorious.
Arousal pulsed through him as Caleb’s hands slid from his hips to his ribs, fingers caressing gently. They hovered just shy of the hem of his shirt, and Jamie couldn’t help the needy whine that escaped him, imagining those hands on his bare skin.
Caleb tugged on him until they were flush, and Jamie’s attention snapped to the hard length poking him from behind. His jaw unlatched, falling open.
Caleb leaned in and whispered in Jamie’s ear. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”
Arousal coursed through his veins, sharp and heady, and his cock strained against his fly. His heart beat so fast he was sure Caleb could hear it. He nodded dumbly.
“I don’t think you do.” Strong, confident hands guided Jamie around until their chests met. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you, Jamie?”
One hand slid up to the side of his neck, a thumb brushing just under his jaw as Caleb gently tilted his head until their eyes met.
Up close, Jamie could see the smooth warmth of Caleb’s skin—not a single freckle. His brows were thick, drawn slightly together into something of a pouty frown, and his eyes were a beautiful, warm brown, flecked with green and gold.
A small smile played on his lips, like he was secretly delighted by how flustered Jamie looked. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
After a moment of amused deliberation, Caleb leaned in and pressed their lips together. A sweet, gentle caress. Jamie melted, back arching as those confident hands slid to his lower back, tugging him closer. When their hips met, there was no mistaking that they were both hard.
Jamie’s knees nearly gave out as Caleb’s tongue brushed his lower lip. The touch sent a shiver down his spine and, when Jamie parted his lips, Caleb deepened the kiss immediately.
There was an urgency to it now, his lips moving greedily against Jamie’s as though he’d spent the entire walk there fighting the urge to devour him.
Jamie had never been kissed like this.
Hands roamed over clothes, and their cocks rubbed frantically against each other through their trousers, searching for friction. When he couldn’t catch his breath, Jamie pulled away just enough to whisper, “You’re a good kisser.”
Caleb smiled against his lips.“So are you, sweetheart.”
He groaned at the pet name as Caleb reached between them and tugged Jamie’s shirt from his trousers. Warm hands slid under the fabric, gripping his waist and squeezing.
Despite the arousal clouding his brain, that familiar voice in his head broke through, the one that screamed at him that this was wrong.
Jamie hated that petulant voice.
It was constantly at war with his body, when his body was begging him to believe that something was right. Over the last few months, he’d tried everything but not even meaningless hookups in dark clubs could silence it, apparently.
Caleb’s fingers explored the waistband of Jamie’s trousers, sending little sparks of pleasure to his brain as they inched closer and closer to his erection. Heat flooded his body, making his thoughts a tangled mess of pleasure and anticipation.
He drew in a sharp breath when Caleb’s fingertips stroked the trail of hair leading to his cock.
Caleb pulled his hand away. “Too much?”
“Yes—no.” Jamie shook his head, trying to get his mind under control. “I just—I’m a bit nervous. I’m a little inexperienced with this… stuff.”
Jamie cringed, silently berating himself for already blowing this. A small wrinkle appeared between Caleb’s brows, and the concern in his eyes made Jamie feel even worse. His face burned and, if he was smart, he’d grab his bike helmet and book it back to Islington right about now.
“Here.” Caleb carefully guided him over to the sofa, settling a few inches away. “Why don’t we slow down a little?”
“Okay.”
Leaning over, Caleb brushed one of Jamie’s curls from his forehead.
“Are you reading any good books right now?” he asked.
Jamie blinked, and he thought for a moment he’d misheard. “Erm… what?”
“Books. Are you reading any?”
“Oh.” Jamie looked down at his leg, pressing his hands into his thighs in an attempt to get them to stop bouncing. “Yes, actually. I’m reading one by James Cook for an exhibit at the museum we’re doing next month…”
He immediately launched into an anxiety-fueled rant about the history book. The more he chattered, the more he relaxed, and the more he noticed Caleb watching him with soft eyes and a sweet, lopsided smile.
Maybe not all men hated talking to him.
“Have you ever done an exhibit on Ancient Greece?” Caleb asked. “I got really into reading about old artifacts when I lived in Chicago.”
“No, we haven’t, but there’s a brilliant exhibit at The British Museum,” Jamie exclaimed with a smile.
“Isn’t that where you work?”
“British Library. Different from The British Museum.”
“Oh,” Caleb’s eyes flicked to Jamie’s lips and back up. “Well, maybe we could go together. You could show me around.”
Jamie felt a tiny flutter behind his ribcage.
“Yeah, erm, sure.”
After a few more minutes of conversation, it became clear that Caleb had read more than a few of the books on his shelves. Behind the hot athletic trainer was a highly intelligent and very well-read man.
The tight ball of nerves in Jamie’s chest started to loosen, and that old, mean voice in the back of his mind quieted. The more they talked, the closer Caleb seemed to float toward Jamie. He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, anticipation buzzing hot in his veins.
It was decision time: was he really going to do this—actually hook up with someone, beyond a fumbling blowjob—or was it time to bail, so Caleb could take care of his (admittedly enormous-looking) erection in the privacy of his own shower?
When Caleb finally slid his hand onto Jamie’s leg, he felt his head get dizzy.
“Cute and smart.” Caleb’s hand slid up Jamie’s thigh, bypassed his very apparent erection, and came around to settle on his low back. With a gentle tug, he pulled Jamie into his side. “Doing okay?”
“Yes,” Jamie squeaked. “Brilliant.”
Fuck, Caleb smelled so good. Just as masculine as he looked. His hand took up a large portion of Jamie’s thigh, which was saying something because Jamie biked a lot—
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?”
Caleb reached forward and grabbed his beer. He took a small sip before asking, “How could someone who looks like…” He waved the bottle toward Jamie. “You, be inexperienced?”
Jamie swallowed. “Well, I’m inexperienced with men. You know the girl you met at the pub? Ellie? Well, she and I started dating when I was about sixteen.” Caleb’s eyebrows shot up. “And it wasn’t until recently that I—well, that she—”
Jamie swallowed. “So, it’s only recently that I…”
Came out.
The unspoken words hung in the air between them.
“Ah, gotcha.” Caleb nodded in understanding. “In that case, on a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you, then?”
“Ten,” Jamie said honestly. “But it’s not you, really. You’re brilliant and… well, right fit.”
“Fit?”
Oh, right. Caleb wasn’t up on British lingo yet.
“Uh, yeah, like… hot.”
“Ah.” Caleb grinned. “Then, on a scale of one to ten…” He brushed his lips against the side of Jamie’s neck, setting all of his nerve endings on fire. “How much would you like me to get on my knees for you right now? Help you relax a bit?”
Jamie blinked as Caleb’s hand slid to the front of his trousers and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Holy shit, they were really doing this.
“Y-yes, ten.” Before the words were out of his mouth, Caleb was already sliding to the floor, gently parting Jamie’s knees.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off, okay? I’d like to see all of you.”
Jamie scrambled to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the sofa with shaky hands. His neck flushed as Caleb’s eyes raked down his chest, lingering, then slowly drifted back up. From between his legs, Caleb looked up, the tip of his tongue dragging slowly over his top lip.
“Bloody fuck,” Jamie whispered, breath catching in his throat.
Caleb’s gaze dropped to Jamie’s crotch, and his grin turned wicked.
“Who knew a British accent could be so fucking hot?”
Large, talented hands worked Jamie’s zipper down and peeled away his trousers. Caleb’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he tugged off his pants and watched his cock spring free. A slick bead of precum caught the light, and Jamie’s cheeks burned.
Jamie’s dick was… fine. A normal-ish size, in comparison to the handful of other dicks he’d seen. Certainly nothing special.
“This okay?” Caleb asked, holding eye contact as he wrapped a confident hand around it and gave it a soft tug.
“Y-yeah, it’s great.”
Caleb licked his lips like he was ready to devour him, then winked. Jamie’s jaw fell slack as this ridiculously gorgeous man leaned in and took his cock into his mouth.
This was about as close to an out-of-body experience as he’d ever had.