Chapter 12 #3
“People have different temperature preferences,” Jasper said, leaning back, exposing the line of his throat casually. “But you leave me like that on a freezing cold deck and now have the audacity to comment on my body’s ability to regulate heat? Maybe it’s because you left me out there.”
“It’s not because I left you out there. The way I remember it, we were both pretty warm when I left.”
Jasper popped the button on his jeans next.
Ryan’s eyes widened and Jasper steadied his breathing so he wouldn’t give himself away.
He was already half hard—maybe it was because the same guy who had him seconds from coming in his pants an hour earlier was there, two feet away.
Or maybe, torturing Ryan was just that fun.
Ryan made a throaty noise as Jasper slid his jeans over his hips and down his legs, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing. His eyes locked on the outline of Jasper’s cock, which Jasper used to his advantage by making soft, moaning noises as he slid his hand down his stomach.
“Fuck,” Ryan said. His hands reached out to slide up Jasper’s legs, but Jasper kicked him off. It wasn’t clear if it was the alcohol or the blood leaving Ryan’s brain, but he tried it again immediately.
“No,” Jasper said, shoving Ryan away. “We’re not that kind of friends.”
“But—”
“Shh.” Jasper leaned back on the couch and slid his briefs off, then snatched the glass of whiskey from Ryan’s hands before returning to his spot in the corner.
He rested one knee against the back cushions and left the other foot on the floor, exposing himself fully.
His cock lay heavy against his thigh, and he lowered his hand to cup his balls, closing his eyes briefly.
Ryan didn’t try speaking again, just stared at Jasper with his lips parted and eyes trailing around Jasper’s body—his cock, his abs, his face, his eyes.
Jasper watched his hand reach for the bulge forming in his pants, letting him touch himself for a fraction of a second before putting a stop to it.
“No,” Jasper said. “You don’t get to touch yourself either.”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“Friends don’t do that.”
“Some friends do!” Ryan said.
“Not us,” Jasper said, using both thumbs to brush across his nipples.
He made a noise that expressed a lot more pleasure than he was truly feeling, but it was worth it because Ryan’s breathing picked up.
He grinned to himself and let his hands trail down his body, stroking his skin slowly.
When his fingers finally wrapped around his cock, his whole body lit up, memories of those few minutes on the deck flooding his mind.
The sounds coming from the other end of the couch provided him with the encouragement he needed to keep going, so he spit into his palm and moved his hand back.
Ryan cleared his throat and Jasper opened an eye to make sure he wasn’t touching himself. He wasn’t, but his pink cheeks and fisted hands made his struggle clear.
“I got a ride home with Shawn,” Jasper said.
“I figured.”
“On the drive, he said he wanted to pull over and suck me off right there.”
“You’re lying,” Ryan said, his voice tight.
“I’m not.” Jasper’s hand kept moving, his thumb tracing over the head of his cock. His eyes were open now, locked on Ryan’s. He smiled at the way Ryan’s knuckles whitened from gripping his own biceps. “He pulled over behind that warehouse on River Road.”
“Did he suck your dick?”
Jasper didn’t answer. He moaned and closed his eyes, letting his other hand dip below his balls.
“Answer me,” Ryan said.
“It’s personal.”
“It’s not fucking per—you’re the one talking about it!”
“Whose fault is that?” Jasper asked. “You leave me in the cold, harder than I’ve been in weeks, and send me home with another man. That was bad planning on your pa—ah. Your part.” He thrusted into his hand and watched Ryan press his hand against his cock.
“Jasper,” Ryan whined.
“No touching,” Jasper said. “If you touch yourself again, I’m going to bed.”
Ryan’s hands fisted his hair and he groaned. “Why are you doing this?”
“What would you do if Shawn sucked my dick?”
“I’d kill him.”
He watched Ryan’s throat move as he swallowed. “What if I sucked his dick? What would you do?”
“I’d kill him.”
“You’d kill Shawn? He didn’t do anything wrong. We’re not together, right?”
“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill him. Is that what you want me to say? I’d kill anyone who touched you. You’re mine. If you’re going to suck a dick, it’s going to be mine.”
“Ugh. I was never that into the violent, macho, alpha thing. You know that.” Jasper hummed and leaned his head against the back of the couch as his hand sped up.
“That’s not true,” Ryan said. “I remember the first year we were together, someone tried to pick you up. I was using gear back then and had a hairpin trigger. I almost threw him through a window.”
Jasper moaned at the memory. “I forgot about that.”
“No, you didn’t,” Ryan said, perhaps leaning into the same game Jasper was.
“No?”
“No. You got off on it. You begged me when we got home to show you why I was better. I’ll show you again, right now. Fuck Shawn.”
“Well, Shawn wasn’t like that. He looked up at me like nobody else was on his mind. Just him and me, nothing to prove to anybody.”
“He did suck your dick?” Ryan asked.
For a second, Jasper felt guilt sneaking in, but the tent that had formed in Ryan’s pants distracted him. He was so hard. Probably painfully so. The outline of his cock was pressing against the fly of his pants, but they were too tight to let it breathe. The view made Jasper’s mouth water.
“Yeah,” Jasper moaned. “Oh, fuck.”
“Are you saying yeah, as in, he did suck your dick?”
Jasper’s hand sped up again. “Go get me the lube.”
“What?”