Chapter 24 #2
Jamie held up one of the large cookies, which was missing a corner.
Tyler laughed. “Oh, that’s me.”
“You’re a mouse?”
“No!” Tyler couldn’t stop laughing now, giggles spilling from him with every breath. “I just eat a little nibble when I feel like it.”
Jamie looked completely taken aback, staring open-mouthed at Tyler like he’d just revealed he routinely ran naked around Lake Minocqua in January. “You’re telling me you have tasty treats in your house and you have the discipline to only take these tiny little bites? Who the hell are you?”
Tyler crossed over to him, going up on his toes to put his mouth right next to Jamie’s ear. “It’s called edging, big guy,” he whispered. “Ever heard of delayed gratification?”
Something between a laugh and a groan rumbled from Jamie’s throat. “You’re crazy for this,” he said, leaning down to give Tyler a hard, demanding kiss.
Tyler pulled away, running his tongue over his wet lips as he looked up at Jamie’s kiss-softened mouth. “Later,” he said, his words a promise.
Jamie grinned. “Later.”
“I thought he was never going to go down,” Tyler said, shutting the door of his room behind him.
Jamie smiled lazily from where he lay sprawled out on Tyler’s bed. He pointed to the monitor, which was turned on and emitting the low, static whir of the sound machine. “I never knew there were so many verses in “Old MacDonald.””
“Oh, that one has infinite possibilities. Don’t be fooled by the limitations of traditional pastoral fauna.”
Jamie snorted. “Whatever the hell that means,” he muttered fondly. “Get over here.”
Tyler climbed onto the bed and into Jamie’s open arms. Any remaining tension in his body melted away as he dropped into the curve of Jamie’s arm, laying his head on Jamie’s broad chest.
Jamie’s arms tightened around him, and Tyler felt the ghost of fingertips trailing down his back. They dipped beneath his sweatshirt, finding bare skin before arriving at the waistband of his lace panties.
A low hum vibrated against Tyler’s ear. “I want to see these,” Jamie said.
Tyler grinned, rubbing his cheek against Jamie’s chest hair. “Don’t you need to sleep?”
Jamie shifted, rolling them so he hovered above Tyler. His grin was wicked, playful, and Tyler realized then how burdened Jamie had seemed when he first met him.
Now Jamie looked confident. Certain. Jamie leaned in close and ran his nose up Tyler’s neck, kissing his throat right on his tattoo of the luna moth.
“I’ll sleep eventually,” Jamie whispered.
“Tell me what you need tonight,” Tyler asked, squirming as Jamie continued to kiss his way along his jaw.
“I’d really, really like to fuck you.”
Tyler let out a whine, his cock swelling against the lace containing him. “Please,” he breathed.
Jamie hummed. “But next time?” He ran his tongue over the shell of Tyler’s ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “After tomorrow’s game?”
“Yeah?”
Jamie dropped his hips then, dragging his bulge over Tyler’s hips. Tyler gasped as Jamie lined his cock up perfectly against his, pressing them together. “Tomorrow I’m going to need your cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” Tyler said, his voice already wrecked. He imagined parting Jamie’s cheeks and tasting him, slicking his hole with his tongue before sinking into his body.
Tyler tugged at the waistband of Jamie’s sweats, but the man above him didn’t budge. Tyler let out a frustrated growl. “Get naked and get up here.”
Jamie laughed, standing only long enough to strip away his clothes. Tyler watched him hungrily, drinking in every inch of him. The blonde, fuzzy hair on his chest, stomach, and thick thighs. His cock hanging heavy, already flushed and hard.
“Why am I the only one who’s naked?” Jamie asked, indignant.
Tyler laughed, and wriggled out of his pants. He went for his panties, but Jamie’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Leave them on.” Jamie brushed a knuckle over the lace, and Tyler choked out a soft cry.
Tyler ripped his shirt off and lay back. Jamie stood above him. “Where do you want me?”
Tyler smirked and crooked his finger. Jamie climbed onto the bed, his muscles perfectly on display. When he stopped above Tyler’s hips, Tyler shook his head. “Closer.”
Jamie arched a brow, but complied. He hovered above Tyler’s chest, his dick hanging hard and leaking between them.
“Now turn around.”
Tyler sighed as Jamie’s ass filled his vision. He ran his hands over him, feeling the light fuzz of hair covering his skin. He squeezed, grinning at the flex of muscle under his palms.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
Above him, Jamie chuckled. “I’ll crush you.”
“No you won’t.” Tyler smacked his hip.
“I prefer my men breathing!”
Tyler made a sound of protest, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was easy to do this with Jamie. It was new, thrilling and exciting, but there was something easy about it. Safe. “I won’t break, Jamie.”
The moment Jamie’s weight settled on his face, Tyler dove in with his tongue. Jamie was right, in a way–Tyler could barely breathe with his face buried in Jamie’s ass, but it was enough. Just enough for him to take in his soapy musk and the ghost of sweat.
Jamie’s hole was tight against his tongue, but Tyler wasn’t in a hurry. He dragged it up and down Jamie’s crease, curling circles around the whorl of flesh, the taste of Jamie’s skin only amplifying the pleasure that was already gathering low in his belly.
A groan ripped from Tyler’s throat as a hot, wet tongue dragged across his lace-covered cock. He got lost in himself as Jamie mouthed the front of his lace panties, licking up and down, sucking on the head of his cock where it strained against the fabric.
Tyler tightened his grip on Jamie’s hips, holding him firmly against him. He worked his tongue inside, thrusting and twisting, pressing his lips against the puckered skin of Jamie’s hole. He felt Jamie’s desperate, mumbled Fuck against his cock, and raised his hips, greedy for more, more, more.
“I swear I could come like this,” Jamie said, his low, gravelly voice making Tyler’s balls draw up against his body. “Your tongue doing whatever that fucking magic is back there, with the view of your pretty cock trapped in lace.”
Tyler whimpered when Jamie’s big hand gripped his sack with just enough pressure to send his heartbeat wild.
“But I want to feel you around me when I come tonight,” Jamie went on. Tyler made a sound of protest when Jamie lifted himself up, but he didn’t waste any time before he turned around and covered Tyler’s mouth with his.
It was a filthy kiss, their tastes mingling. Jamie sucked on Tyler’s tongue like he was chasing the traces of himself, and the desire and wanting that had been simmering in Tyler since they started reached a fever pitch.
He reached for the lube he kept in a wooden box beside his bed, pressing the bottle into Jamie’s waiting hand. “Don’t fuck around,” Tyler said, sounding as desperate as he felt. “Just enough to get you inside.”
Jamie nodded, and made quick work of pulling off Tyler’s panties. Tyler let his head fall back on the bed as he heard the click of the lube bottle opening. Jamie’s warm hand maneuvered his legs, and then he felt the cold brush of a wet finger against him.
He bore down the moment Jamie pushed. He was too far gone to want prolonged prep, not when Jamie’s cock hung hard and dripping with precum between his thighs.
Jamie’s finger slid in easily, and he didn’t waste time adding a second and then a third. The moment Tyler felt his body relax, the moment the sting faded, he nodded. “Now, Jamie. Fucking now.”
Jamie removed his fingers and Tyler’s hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again, as Jamie slicked himself with more lube. “Baby, you are so good, so fucking good. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
Tyler was spread open, legs draped over Jamie’s arms, when he finally thrust inside. Tyler sighed–fucking sighed–with the relief and pleasure of it, his body arching, seeking out more of Jamie.
He’d imagined this. Imagined Jamie’s cock in him, imagined his big body hovering over him, filling every bit of his vision.
Somehow, it was better than he’d imagined. It was sweeter than the dreams, the pleasure deeper than he’d thought was possible.
“Baby,” Jamie rasped, his voice shaky.
Jamie’s pace quickened, and Tyler couldn’t look away. It didn’t matter that his erection flagged as the pressure of Jamie pushing into his body overwhelmed him. Something bigger that grew beyond physical pleasure, the way their bodies found a rhythm like they were made for each other.
Jamie’s green eyes were fixed on him, piercing under his blonde brows, staring at Tyler like he wanted to ask: Where have you been?
Tyler was sure his own eyes, which met Jamie’s gaze head on, responded: I didn’t know I was waiting for you.
Their breaths grew harsh, stuttering, tripping over each other. The pleasure regained its footing, and Tyler’s cock lay hard, flushed and throbbing against his stomach.
Jamie’s hand wrapped around him, jerking him off with quick, precise pulls. “I’m almost there,” Jamie grunted, his forehead furrowed as he stared, open-mouthed, at the place where his cock plunged into Tyler’s body. “Can you get there too, baby?”
Tyler nodded furiously. He was right there, his pleasure in Jamie’s hand. He chased it, a simultaneous reach and surrender for what was coming, sinking into the tightness, the build, until he was close, so fucking close.
“I’m–” Tyler gasped, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open, even as the wave tugged him under, ripping his orgasm through him with the unrelenting pull of an undertow. He didn’t want to miss Jamie, even as his own cock shot cum all over his chest, smearing white across his tattoos.
He saw the moment Jamie came, the silent cry, his eyes drifting shut as his stomach clenched, hips stuttering as he finished. Tyler could feel him, Jamie’s cock throbbing in him, and it was everything.
Jamie collapsed on top of him, and Tyler hissed as Jamie’s softening cock slipped from his body. He let out a little whimper when Jamie kissed him, his fingers returning to gently thrust in and out of Tyler’s tender hole.
Tyler was in a daze. Jamie pulled away, grinning down at him. “Hi,” he whispered, crooking his fingers.
Tyler shuddered, his soft, sensitive cock twitching against his thigh. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Jamie’s smile widened and he laughed, kissing Tyler again as he slipped his fingers from his body. “Want to shower?” He nodded down at the mess on both their abdomens.
They showered quickly, only sharing a few lingering kisses as they cleaned up. While Tyler wanted to sleep naked, they both agreed if Rowan were to wake up in the middle of the night, it would be better if they were clothed.
The light was out and Jamie lay curled around him, one of his hands resting on Tyler’s hip. Tyler wondered if Jamie knew his thumb was absently brushing back and forth, back and forth against his skin.
He knew that nights like this were precious. Jamie wouldn’t always be there. They’d have more nights apart than together, between both of their jobs and Jamie’s travel.
But when he was there, he made it count.
When Jamie was there, they had all of him.