Chapter 14 #2
Jamie’s hand wrapped around him, working his cock with a confidence that had Tyler hurtling toward his release.
Tyler barely had time to touch himself, and it had been years since he’d had someone else’s hands on him.
And now, here was Jamie, taking him apart with nothing but a fucking handjob.
Bracing his hands on the desk behind him, he met Jamie’s hands thrust for thrust. His breaths were hot in his chest, pleasure curling in his core, tightening.
Too soon, he was there. “I’m gonna–”
Jamie didn’t slow, maintaining the same pace with his hand as he crowded his body even closer to Tyler’s.
Tyler came hard, almost doubling over as the orgasm pulsed through him.
As he lost himself in the euphoria, the pleasure that was good, so fucking good, Tyler couldn’t think of anything but this and here and now.
It was over too quickly, and the pleasure faded to a bone-deep satisfaction that left Tyler struggling to stay upright.
Jamie’s hand was still gently stroking his sensitive cock. “Enough,” Tyler whispered, blinking his eyes back into focus.
Jamie filled his vision. A damp blond curl hung down on his forehead, his face was flushed, his mouth parted and eyes still ravenous. Glancing down, Tyler’s eyes widened.
The front of Jamie’s black joggers were covered in Tyler’s release, streaks of white dripping over the hard bulge of his cock pressing against the damp fabric.
Tyler’s tongue slid across his lower lip. “Show me,” he said softly, staring at the bulge in Jamie’s joggers.
Jamie groaned as he pulled himself from his pants. He was proportional to the rest of his body, solid and uncut, and Tyler wanted to bury his face in the thick blonde hair that surrounded the base of his cock.
Jamie gripped himself, and Tyler couldn’t look away as his fist started gliding up and down his shaft.
It was a beautiful thing, watching a man come undone.
Jamie’s stomach muscles tightened, a low, vulnerable cry ripping from his chest as he came. He did his best to catch his release, cupping a hand under the flushed head of his cock, but drops of white slipped between his fingers.
Tyler reached for him, hesitating before he touched Jamie’s cum-covered skin. “May I?” His mouth watered, already imagining the taste.
Jamie, eyes heavy, nodded. “Got tested last week,” he grunted. “I’m in the clear.”
That was all Tyler needed to hear. He wrapped a hand around Jamie’s forearm, and brought his hand up to his mouth.
Tyler groaned, the taste of Jamie’s cum tangy on his tongue.
Tyler licked up his wrist, tracing each drip up Jamie’s hand until he’d cleaned the release from his skin.
Curling his tongue around two of his thick fingers, Tyler sucked them into his mouth.
His lips closed around them, feeling the pressure on the back of his tongue. Then, because he could, he swallowed.
Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut. “Tyler,” he moaned.
Eventually, he let Jamie’s fingers fall from his lips. Jamie tucked himself back into his pants, and Tyler did the same, grateful that Jamie had managed to save him from the discomfort of dealing with wet and sticky underwear.
“I don’t know how we’re going to save your pants,” Tyler said, gesturing to Jamie’s crotch.
Jamie shrugged, looking completely relaxed and unfazed. “I’ll figure it out.”
Tyler zipped up his shorts and then looked back at Jamie. “So.”
“So,” Jamie echoed.
“We’re doing this? We’re going to try?”
Jamie moved in closer and cupped the side of his neck. “I’m ready.”
Tyler leaned into his touch. “Rowan is always going to come first,” he said, needing Jamie to really hear him. “He’s always going to be my priority.”
“I know.” Jamie smiled softly down at him. “All I’m asking is to come third.”
It took a moment for Tyler to understand what he was saying, but when he did he frowned, confused. “Third? Who’s second?”
“You, Tyler. You come second.”
Tyler pressed his lips together, suddenly overwhelmed. Who was this man? He struggled to believe this was the same guy who’d knocked himself out trying to fight a snowman.
He’d met Jamie at his worst, drunk and stumbling in the night.
Now, he was the man who had taught Rowan to skate, who had waited on the couch while Tyler put Rowan to bed, and who kissed Tyler like it meant something real.
Tyler pushed Jamie’s hair back from his damp forehead. “Do you think a boyfriend who sometimes wears dresses would be too much for hockey fans?”
Jamie shook his head.
“A stripper boyfriend?”
“I don’t give a shit.” Jamie’s voice came out low. “I’m proud to be with you, exactly as you are.”
“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that,” Tyler said.
The amused grin Jamie gave him was all teeth and dimples as he walked around the desk. He lowered himself into the chair, and patted his thighs with both hands. “Get your ass over here.”
Tyler obliged, his legs still unsteady.
Jamie tugged off his hoodie, draping it over the mess on his lap before pulling Tyler down, scooting his body back against his chest. Wrapping an arm around Tyler’s middle, Jamie quickly navigated to his camera, holding his phone out in front of them.
“What are you doing?” Tyler asked, breathless.
“Taking a picture of my beautiful boyfriend.” Jamie murmured against Tyler’s neck, his mustache leaving Tyler’s skin tingling in its wake. “You feel good on me, baby.”
Baby. Fuck.
Tyler felt his skin flush as he shifted, standing and turning to straddle Jamie’s lap. “Baby?”
Jamie looked up at him with unguarded wanting. “Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” Tyler whispered, and then threaded his fingers through Jamie’s hair and leaned forward, kissing the tip of Jamie’s nose. “Now take your picture, Jamie.”
Tyler’s gaze roved freely over Jamie’s face, cataloguing each feature. Jamie must have taken the picture at some point. His fingers trailed down Tyler’s spine.
Tyler gave Jamie’s nose one more kiss. “I really need to get back to work now,” he said, wishing he could stay in the cramped office with his legs splayed over Jamie’s lap.
“Wait,” Jamie commanded. “One more for the road,” he said and then he kissed him.
Tyler melted into the kiss, letting his limbs go slack because he knew he was safe in Jamie’s arms. Jamie had him–tongue curling around his, hands sturdy on his waist, lips firm and wet and there.
Slowly, Jamie drew back, letting out a low, contented hum. “Better now,” he murmured.
Tyler climbed off reluctantly, giving Jamie space as he tied his sweatshirt around his waist, the long part hanging over the stained crotch of his pants.
Tyler let out a loud laugh. “You look ridiculous.”
Jamie shot him an unimpressed look. “And whose fault is that?”
“Yours. It’s definitely yours.”
Jamie bit back a smile as he walked to the door, holding it open for Tyler and placing a hand on his lower back as he passed by.
They walked down the hallway in silence. Tyler wasn’t entirely sure what to say. It had been so long since he’d been in a relationship, and he felt out of practice. “Thanks for coming by,” he said.
Rather than answering, Jamie gathered him close and kissed the top of his head. “Of course. When I have the time, I’ll always be happy to give it to you.”
When they walked out into the club, Tyler steered them around the back edge of the room, hoping to escape the notice of the patrons.
He’d forgotten about Handsy Dan.
The older man clocked them immediately. Tyler watched him out of the corner of his eye, and for the first time he wished he were bigger than Jamie, that his body was large enough to shield him from Dan’s penetrating stare.
Tyler put a bit of distance between them, like that would somehow negate the fact that they’d very clearly walked out of the back hallway together.
Fuck.
Jamie’s hand on his back distracted him, his solid, warm presence reminding Tyler that there was a man right there beside him who cared for him and wanted him and called him his.
That was what mattered.
Jamie paused at the door, waving as he left Tyler standing at the bar.
Tyler waved back, and then immediately felt embarrassed. Jamie smiled, and then he was gone.
“Oh. My. God.”
Tyler glared at the bartender, Tessa, who was doing a terrible job holding in her laughter. “Shut it.”
“You just got it on in the back office with that hot as fuck man. You legendary slut.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tyler said, turning away, but he couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “And the hot as fuck man? That’s my boyfriend.”