Chapter 26
TYLER
HERE, TOGETHER, WHEN WE CAN
Tyler was well-practiced in seduction.
When he was up on the stage at the club, he used his body to weave a fantasy.
He knew how to lure someone in with a look, to put himself on display.
He knew how to morph, depending on who was in the audience.
The way he’d flex his jaw and roll his hips to entice women, or arch his back to entice men.
Now, standing in front of Jamie in nothing but a Sullivan jersey and a pair of green, lacy boy shorts, Tyler wasn’t thinking about anything but the man in front of him.
Nothing mattered but turning him on.
“Fuck, you look good in my sweater,” Jamie said, his voice rough and reverent. He braced his elbows on his knees, looking seconds away from standing and snatching Tyler up to have his way with him.
Tyler wouldn’t mind that. Not one little bit.
“Spin.” The request wasn’t loud. Jamie didn’t need to raise his voice to command authority. “Please,” he added.
Tyler obliged, crossing one leg over the other and raising on his toes as he spun himself around.
Jamie groaned. “Baby, show me what you’ve got on under there.”
With one finger, Tyler lifted the jersey just enough to expose the narrow hem of lace circling his upper thigh.
“Lace?” Jamie leaned back, his hands raking through his hair as his stare remained fixed on Tyler’s body. “Oh, I bet your cock looks so pretty all wrapped up in lace.”
Tyler felt alive. Alive and so fucking horny that it felt like his heart had dropped down into his belly, a beating and throbbing that was concentrating, building, making him dizzy with want.
He wanted Jamie to see him. He wanted to be wanted by Jamie, wanted to share his body with him in a way that went beyond just getting off and leaving satisfied. He wanted everything with Jamie, and, finally, he wasn’t afraid.
The rough fabric of the jersey slid over his sensitive skin as he lifted the hem to show off the underwear. He heard a muttered “Fuck,” from the couch.
Lace made made him feel beautiful, and nothing in the world compared to the feeling of the fine stitching against the most sensitive parts of his body.
It also made him horny as hell. He was already hard, his cock straining against the green lace as he advanced slowly toward his boyfriend.
Between the off-duty executive look Jamie had up top and the slacks stretched tight across his thighs, Tyler couldn’t decide where to look. Finally he settled on those green eyes, which stared up at Tyler with such hunger and longing it made his skin burn.
“Beautiful,” Jamie breathed as Tyler came to a stop between his splayed thighs. “You are so, so beautiful.”
Tyler felt himself smile, threading a hand through Jamie’s blonde curls. His hair wasn’t quite soft, but Tyler loved how the messy locks felt between his fingers.
“C’mere.” Jamie’s hands tugged on the back of Tyler’s thighs, closing the space between them. His breath was warm and the stubble on his chin was rough against the base of Tyler’s throat.
Tyler stared down at him, unable to breathe, his body tight with anticipation.
Jamie’s fingers grazed the back of Tyler’s thighs until they reached the edge of the lace. “I love this,” Jamie whispered, his tone adoring as his hands brushed the fine fabric.
A shiver trailed down Tyler’s spine, and his thighs flexed.
Jamie looked up at him from under dirty blonde lashes. “I’m going to put my mouth on you now, okay, baby?”
Tyler nodded so hard his neck twinged. Jamie was the first person who’d ever called him “baby.” He’d never been the kind of person who commanded an endearment like that. “Slut?” Sure. He’d heard that one before. “Sexy?” Yep.
But “baby?”
He loved the way it sounded coming from Jamie’s mouth.
As Jamie’s head ducked down, Tyler’s fingers tightened in his hair.
His teeth dragged over the lace, and Tyler pressed himself closer.
It was electrifying, and he felt like he was hovering on the edge of control.
When Jamie licked over the gusset of his panties, the hot, wet pressure of his tongue against his erection had him gasping, desperate for air.
Jamie took his time licking and sucking, and that combined with the steady leak of precum from Tyler’s cock, had the lace soaked through. Tyler couldn’t stay still, his hips rocking back and forth against Jamie’s mouth as the pleasure built at the base of his spine.
“Hop up here,” Jamie said, pulling away from Tyler’s body and slapping a hand onto the couch beside him.
It took him a moment to figure out what Jamie was thinking, but seconds later Jamie had maneuvered Tyler’s upper body to be draped over the back of the couch. He was on his knees, face buried into the leather cushion, with his back arched and his ass out.
Jamie tugged the panties down Tyler’s thighs. “Fuck,” he ground out, and Tyler felt the pad of his finger brush against his hole. “You, in my jersey, with my name on your back–fuck.” Tyler shifted backward, a silent plea for more, but then the touch slipped away.
Tyler was about to turn and ask his boyfriend why the hell he wasn’t fingering him when his words were cut off by the hot slide of Jamie’s tongue. He made a sound in the back of his throat that quickly turned into a whimper when Jamie’s tongue pressed inside of him.
It was impossible for Tyler to stay quiet. His cock ached, desperate to be touched. Every breath from Tyler’s lips was a cry, and he lost track of everything but his pleasure and the intoxicating rhythm of Jamie’s tongue working inside him.
This time, when Jamie pulled away, Tyler whined at the loss of him. “Jamie,” he pleaded.
Jamie’s body pressed against his back, his wet lips brushing against Tyler’s ear. “Are you up for fucking me tonight?”
“Yes,” Tyler said, breathless. “Please, yes.”
Jamie bit the side of Tyler’s neck, and Tyler arched back into him, his naked ass meeting the erection trapped behind the placket of Jamie’s slacks. Jamie groaned. “I’ll need a little prep,” he said, his voice rough and low. “Tell me where you want me and I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours.”
“Lube?”
“Upstairs. Come on.”
Jamie led them up the stairs and into his room. He clicked on the bedside lamp and produced a bottle of lube from the drawer, which he tossed to Tyler. Tyler snatched it out of the air, shamelessly admiring Jamie’s clothed body.
Jamie exhaled. “I can’t handle how hot you are,” he muttered, his expression full of adoration and disbelief as he started to undo the buttons of his shirt. “I still can’t figure out what you’re doing with a guy like me.”
Tyler scoffed, taking the jersey off and tossing it aside before crossing the room to join him.
His hands worked Jamie’s belt free, and then he looked up at his boyfriend.
“There are a million attractive things about you,” Tyler said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Jamie’s furry chest. “But do you want to know why I really picked you?”
Jamie frowned, shaking his head.
“The mustache.”
Jamie started to laugh, his smile so big that Tyler caught a glimpse of the gap in his molars. There was nothing but trust and affection in his eyes, and Tyler was hit with the full weight of having Jamie. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever looked at him like that.
Jamie kissed him as he shrugged off his shirt, and Tyler raised up on his toes as their lips parted, tongues tangling together with growing urgency. Tyler pushed Jamie’s slacks and briefs down, ready to see Jamie’s body on display.
“Lay back on the bed,” Tyler said, breaking their kiss and giving Jamie a gentle push. Tyler’s hands shook with nervous excitement at the thought of coming inside of his boyfriend.
Jamie fell backward, his limbs spread on the duvet. Tyler took a good look at him, at those powerful thighs and long toes, at his shoulders and stubble-covered jaw, and his blonde hair fluffed around his head.
Jamie’s cock was hard against his stomach. He was perfect in all the ways that mattered, and Tyler still couldn’t believe he could have this along with everything else in his life.
Tyler hadn’t thought there was room for someone else with Rowan holding so much of his heart. He hadn’t been able to imagine the kind of person who would be willing to stick around for the crumbs of his attention and time.
Jamie had proved him wrong.
He’d shown up and stuck around. He had his own life, his own demands on his heart and time, but still, he’d shown up.
And because Jamie had proven his investment in their life, in both of them, Tyler had realized he actually had room in his heart for more.
For friends who showed up on Christmas to help him build an ice-fishing hut, and a community who came over with soup when his son was sick.
He had space for the two women who had given them a home, who he and Rowan had come to trust and love like their own kin.
And Jamie. Jamie.
There was plenty of space in his heart for Jamie.
“Baby,” Jamie said, a hint of desperation in his voice. “As much as I love the way you’re looking at me, I’m going to need you to help me out here.”
Tyler laughed, grabbed the bottle of lube from the edge of the mattress, and crawled up the bed until he was kneeling between Jamie’s spread thighs. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers, and then reached down between Jamie’s legs.
He loved Jamie’s body hair, the patch of soft blonde surrounding his cock and trailing down below his balls. He found his hole and circled it with slicked fingertips. Jamie shuddered below him, his stomach flexing.
Tyler slowly pushed a finger in, watching Jamie’s face for any sign of discomfort. With his mouth open and his eyes closed, Jamie looked completely relaxed. “Don’t fall asleep on me now,” Tyler teased, starting to work his finger in and out.