“I’m not prepared for this,” Park said. At first, Jackson thought emotionally, but he quicklypieced together that Park hadn’t anticipated having sex in his hotel room, meaning condoms and lube would be hard to come by.
“That’s okay.” Jackson didn’t care where this went as long as they went there together.
Park pushed at Jackson’s shoulder and flipped them both over, so that Jackson lay on his back and Park straddled his thighs. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Park said, runninghis hands up and down Jackson’s chest. “I’ve always thought so.”
Jackson couldn’t speak, too mesmerized by Park’s gaze and roving hands. He shifted his hips up, hoping to nudge Park into doing something. Park shifted forward a little until his hard cock touched Jackson’s, then reached down and took them both in his hand. A shiver went through Jackson, a bolt of memory, of this very act beingperformed hundreds of times, each time more exciting than the last, because Jackson had always loved a man’s hard cock rubbing against his own. And Park knew that as well as anyone.
“So hot,” Park murmured, leaning forward a little and catching himself on his free hand. He stroked himself and Jackson together, his grip tight. Jackson felt every inch of Park’s cock, knew its texture like heknew his own hands, and he shifted his hips a little so Park could grip them together even tighter.
This was fleeting, but Jackson intended to savor it as long as it lasted.
Jackson’s skin tingled and he knew the orgasm was building, hovering in the background, threatening to break forward. He lifted his head and nipped at Park’s lips, tangled his fingers in Park’s soft, thick hair. Hewanted to feel the connection between them, mostly because he knew there was a strong potential for it to be broken permanently once they came down from all this.
But now Park was lost in pursuit of his own orgasm, writhing over Jackson, thrusting his hips, tugging on their cocks. He closed his eyes and scrunched them up as if he were in pain, but Jackson knew this expression. He knew whenPark was about to lose it. And knowing Park was so close pushed Jackson along, and suddenly that orgasm didn’t just hover but instead pushed through Jackson’s body. Jackson didn’t even warn Park, just thrust his hips up, got the last bit of friction he needed, and came on a groan, spilling over Park’s hand and his own belly.
Park was right behind him, sighing beatifically as he came, continuingto pump until they were both going soft. Then he slumped forward onto Jackson. Jackson caught him against his chest and held him there, petted his hair, kissed his temple. His weight felt good against Jackson.
“I missed this,” Park said softly.
“Sex?”
“You.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” But Jackson got too choked up to speak anymore and instead simply held Park close, waiting until Park’sbreathing became even, as if he were falling asleep. Jackson wanted to panic about this, but instead he savored it, because hehadmissed this and wasn’t ready to give it up again yet.
But he was so fucking screwed.
