Chapter 5
“Holy shit.” Jamie was a quivering, panting mess.
Caleb stood, proud of himself for giving one of the best blowjobs he’d given to date, no question. And, added bonus, he enjoyed the hell out of it.
Based on Jamie’s dazed look, he’d enjoyed himself as well.
“Good Lord,” Jamie slurred, letting his head thunk against the back of Caleb’s couch. “That—I…”
Caleb bent down and brushed the back of his knuckles along Jamie’s cheek. “Good?”
Jamie’s green eyes fluttered shut. “So fucking good.”
Caleb’s heart swelled.
On an average day, Jamie looked like a fucking runway model—with his ocean green eyes, cut jaw, and adorable glasses.
But holy fucking shit, getting to unravel him like this? Ridding him of his collared shirt and worshiping his cock might’ve been the closest Caleb had ever gotten to having a spiritual experience.
And, Jesus, the look on Jamie’s face as Caleb sucked his cock took his damn breath away. The way he took it.
So fucking responsive.
Squirming, gasping, whining with every flick of Caleb’s tongue. His flushed cheeks and his curls all rumpled from Caleb running his fingers through them…
Gorgeous.
Caleb squatted down in front of Jamie, placing both hands on his thighs. It wasn’t lost on him that he was still fully clothed while Jamie was practically naked.
“You okay?” he asked. Jamie had yet to lift his head.
“Huh?” Jamie blinked his eyes open. “Yeah… uh, yeah. Just—” He slowly lifted his head. “That was incredible.”
Caleb smiled. Even though he was determined to take things slow with Jamie—due to everything Jamie shared on their date—going slow had become harder and harder since that first kiss on the bench.
For one, Jamie touched Caleb a lot.
In the week they’d been seeing each other, Jamie—despite his shy doe eyes—frequently reached for Caleb. A touch on his arm. A gentle squeeze of Caleb’s bicep.
For someone who looked like a sweet, innocent little British man, Jamie was handsy as fuck and made it incredibly difficult for Caleb to be good.
Still dazed, Jamie looked down at his trousers puddled around his ankles. He blinked once, then kicked them the rest of the way off. His shirt lay abandoned near the door, tossed aside within minutes of stumbling into the flat, and his chest flushed a deep pink all the way up his neck.
Smooth lines of muscle curved beneath his skin, rising and falling with each stuttered breath, a faint scatter of freckles catching the light. His stomach tapered into a slim, toned line, drawing Caleb’s eye lower to where his cock lay softened against his thigh.
When Caleb lifted his gaze, Jamie stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a soft smile that crinkled his freckles.
Caleb’s body itched to crawl back onto the couch and trace every one of those freckles with his fingers. Press his mouth to the soft skin of his neck and see what kind of sound he’d make next.
“You are gorgeous when you come.” Caleb reached out a hand and helped Jamie up, quickly pulling him in for a slow kiss. Jamie practically melted into his hands.
Caleb frowned when Jamie leaned away and chewed his lip. “Are you okay? Was that alright?”
“No, that was—I am—” Jamie’s eyes flicked to Caleb’s shirt. “Can we go to your bedroom? I’d like to return the favor.”
Caleb took a step back. “Return the favor? You don’t owe me anything after a blowjob.”
“No, sorry. That’s not what I meant.” Jamie took a breath, then seemed to come to a decision. Hesitantly, he reached for Caleb’s shirt. “May I?”
Fuck if it wasn’t the cutest thing Caleb had ever seen.
“So polite.” Caleb smirked, though his heart stuttered thinking of Jamie seeing him shirtless.
When he nodded, Jamie quickly tugged the shirt up and over his head.
“Oh,” Jamie breathed, eyes going wide as he took in Caleb’s chest, then trailed lower over his abdomen and back up. As expected, his gaze caught on the gnarly scar along Caleb’s shoulder.
Being the sweetheart he was, Jamie didn’t ask about the scars that marked his skin and Caleb was grateful. He fucking hated talking about that surgery, not to mention the shitty memories that came with it.
Jamie’s eyes flicked up to meet his, wide and a little bashful, like he’d been caught doing something naughty. Then, chewing the inside of his cheek, he reached out, grabbed Caleb gently by the hips, steering him toward the sofa.
Caleb let him, heart thudding as Jamie gave him a careful shove and nudged him down into the cushions. The shift in dynamic—Jamie taking control, even a little—made his dick harder.
With a look of determination, Jamie mounted his lap.
Caleb grinned up at him. “Oh. Hey.”
“Hi.”
Jamie was completely naked, Caleb still in his jeans. Caleb ran his hands up those strong thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze.
“You definitely bike a lot, don’t you?”
“It’s better for the environment.”
Caleb chuckled. “Right. And better for me because I get to enjoy your legs.”
Jamie’s cheeks went pink, but that didn’t stop his hips from shifting, squirming perfectly against Caleb’s groin, testing the friction between them. Caleb’s hands fell to Jamie’s hips, and he wondered how good it might feel for Jamie to ride him like this.
Jamie’s eyes had cleared after his orgasm and were back to that vibrant, sea-foam green that caught Caleb’s from across the bar. Eyes Caleb could easily fall in love with…
“Shit,” Caleb breathed as Jamie rocked his hips. “That… that feels amazing.”
“You should take these off.” Jamie reached between his thighs and squeezed the bulge in Caleb’s pants. “It might feel better.”
“As long as you are sure—”
Jamie cut him off with a frantic kiss, his hands sliding into Caleb’s hair in that way that made all the thoughts fly straight out of his head.
“Take me to your bedroom, Caleb,” he muttered softly against his lips.
“If you’re sure,” he said again. He looked up into Jamie’s heated eyes. No hesitation to be found, just pure need.
Sliding his palms beneath Jamie’s rock-hard thighs, Caleb cupped his ass and stood. Jamie wasn’t small, but Caleb easily carried him into the bedroom and dumped him onto his king-sized bed. Leaning over him, Caleb kissed his way down Jamie’s chest, then back up to his jaw.
“Take off your denims,” Jamie whined.
Caleb chuckled into his throat. “Manners,” he teased.
“Please.”
With a peck to Jamie’s cheek, Caleb climbed off the bed and shimmied out of his jeans. When he returned—naked and hard as fuck—he hovered above the gorgeous man lying on his sheets.
“What do you want, J?”
He wasn’t sure if it was the nickname or not, but Jamie gasped as Caleb ran a hand up his thigh to his cock. It was deliciously hard again.
“I—I want you to fuck me.”
Caleb groaned. Holy shit, he wanted to.
“Have you been fucked before?”
Caleb could feel Jamie’s heartbeat as their chests pressed together. “No.”
Leaning back, Caleb studied his face. His green eyes were hazy with lust, but a frown pinched his eyebrows.
“It’s okay,” Caleb reassured him. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“I’ve done some stuff. By myself.” His ears got red, and Caleb practically groaned as he pictured Jamie fucking himself with a dildo.
“I’ve done some stuff with guys, too. Oral, a bit. Here and there…at, erm, clubs.”
A zap of irritation hit Caleb in the chest at the thought of some grimey guy pushing Jamie to his knees in the bathroom of a club.
“Did you like it?” Caleb asked gently, tucking a stray curl behind Jamie’s ear.
“Erm, yeah, of course,” he said quickly. “I’m definitely into guys.”
Caleb’s heart squeezed at the raw honesty in Jamie’s voice, like the words still felt new on his tongue. “Right, but did you like them? The men?”
Jamie looked confused by the question.
“Were they nice to you?” Caleb clarified.
“Oh, well…” Jamie hesitated. “Yeah, I mean, they were nice. Not interested in anything except hooking up, I reckon. But nice.” He shrugged, and it made Caleb’s blood boil.
Jamie wasn’t some pretty little toy for someone to play with.
Something must have shown on Caleb’s face because Jamie scrambled to add, “But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t like them like—” Jamie’s fingers slid into Caleb’s hair. “The way I like you.”
Caleb pulled Jamie in for a heated kiss. Their cocks slid against each other’s stomachs as they devoured each other.
“I’m crazy about you, Jamie.”
After several minutes, Caleb pulled back just enough to catch his breath, eyes drinking in Jamie’s flushed face.
“And I want to fuck you so bad. But I want to work up to it.”
“Okay. So, what does that mean?”
“It means I’d like to do other things. Figure out what you like and… make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Okay. Then can I…I think I’d like to wank you off?” Jamie reached forward and hesitantly wrapped his fingers around Caleb’s shaft. “If that’s alright.”
“Oh, fuck.” A heady wave of pleasure rushed to Caleb’s head. “Yeah, that would be…” he spluttered. “Alright.”
Jamie’s hands were fucking amazing.
A variety of curses left Caleb’s mouth as Jamie worked up a gentle rhythm, sliding his palm down to the base of Caleb’s cock, and then slowly pulling it up to the head.
“Then, maybe,” Jamie said, “you could, erm, finger me?”
Caleb smiled, and a bead of precum leaked from the tip of his dick. “Shit, yes,” Caleb breathed, eager as fuck to open up Jamie. “Oh, fuck—”
Jamie pulled him in for another kiss, swallowing his breathy gasps, as he continued pumping his fist. Through the haze of feral pleasure pulsing through him, Caleb wanted to make something clear.
“Afterward—oh fuck, that’s good—you’ll stay, right? I don’t just… want to hook up. You know that, right?”
In the week they’d been seeing each other, Caleb had gone out of his way to make it clear how serious he was about Jamie, reminding himself that it might take time for Jamie to actually believe him.
Jamie’s hand stilled on Caleb’s cock.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
A little spark ignited in Jamie’s green eyes, as though a small piece of his insecurity had finally cracked. The sight of it made Caleb silently vow to keep chipping away at the rest.
Jamie’s palm sped up again, more confident now.