“If you want me, it can definitely be arranged. The bedroom’s just through there.” Michael nodded towards a closed door.
A tremor ran through Jag, neither entirely pleasant nor completely fear related. He was already in Michael’s flat. What difference would going into his bedroom make? He glanced at the sofas. They looked solid enough and probably about as comfortable as the one in the changing room.
“The bed is much more comfortable,” Michael promised before kissing a path along Jag’s jaw and down his neck.
Jag tipped his head back, whimpering softly.
“Or I could whip up some eggs,” Michael offered. “And we can take that completely innocent nap I promised.”
“I’m not feeling particularly innocent,” Jag whispered.
“Good.” Michael chuckled. “Nor am I.”
He began to walk Jag backwards, towards the door he’d pointed out. Jag let him, unbuttoning Michael’s shirt as they went. Michael pushed him against the door, fumbling with the handle behind him. They tumbled inside, Jag pushing Michael’s shirt off his shoulders and arms before they made it to the bed. Even though the curtains were closed, letting very little light inside, a quick glance told Jag the bedroom was messy. There were a full laundry hamper and some clothes that hadn’t quite made it inside. The bed hadn’t been made, the quilt a crumpled mess in the centre of it. Jag didn’t care. He actually quite liked all the disorderly clutter. He only had as much as he could carry in his rucksack. Michael’s chaos felt more like a home than any of the empty bedsits he had ever stayed in.
They fell onto the bed, kissing as they undressed each other. Michael tugged the quilt and rearranged it over them. For several minutes, they simply enjoyed each other’s bodies. They teased each other by kissing their way from throat to groin or by stroking the other’s cock for a few seconds before running their hands over each other’s skin.
“I want you,” Jag whispered, straddling Michael. He rubbed his hands over Michael’s chest and leant down to kiss him.
Michael pointed to the table beside his bed upon which sat a half-full box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Jag reached to grab them both. As he rolled on the condom and lubed himself up, Michael’s hands came to rest on his hips.
“Face me,” he said. “I want to look into your eyes as you make love to me.”
Jag bit his lower lip. A tremor ran through him. He always fucked guys from behind, but that wasn’t the only part of Michael’s request that gave him pause. It was his words.Make love to me.That would be so much more than sex. He reminded himself that they were beyond casual, meaningless sex, that they both had genuine feelings for each other, and that he hadn’t been able to walk away from that. Michael’s words shouldn’t have come as a shock, but they had.
“You okay?” Michael asked, caressing Jag’s skin with his fingers.
“I think so.” He dipped his chin and looked at Michael through his eyelashes. “This part is kind of new to me.”
“Sex?” Michael asked with a chuckle in his voice, and his eyebrows raised high.
Jag playfully jabbed him in the ribs, making him squirm. “Yeah, right. No…making love.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “Facing the guy I’m—” He didn’t want to say ‘fucking’. It felt too crass in that moment.
“Ah.” Michael tugged him down into a kiss. “If it’s too soon…”
“No,” Jag said, almost too quickly. “It’s…okay.” He realised he wanted to make love to Michael in this way, and the thought made his heart ache. Michael made him feel happy andsafe.
“I hope it’ll be a lot more than ‘okay’,” Michael whispered.
“Me too.”
Michael spread his legs, and Jag shifted so he was lying between them. He kissed Michael’s chest and stomach, both heavily lined with muscles, as he used his fingers to stretch and warm him up. Michael groaned and squirmed beneath him, grinding his arse against his fingers.
“You’re so good at that,” Michael grated out through a gasp. “But I want your dick inside me.”
Jag didn’t immediately comply. He needed a few more seconds to finish getting used to the idea that he wasn’t going to be taking Michael from behind. He continued to tease Michael with his fingers, mercilessly bringing him to the brink of orgasm, only to pull out and leave the man panting. Sweat had broken out over Michael’s lightly tanned skin.
“You,” Michael groaned. “I want you.”
“Soon,” Jag promised.
He played with his fingers again and took Michael’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus, Jag. That’s amazing…but…”
Jag chuckled around Michael’s cock, which made the older man writhe and moan.
“You,” Michael gasped. “Need you.”
