Jag reapplied lube to his dick and then got onto his knees, grasping Michael’s hips so he could guide himself inside. He thrust all the way in, revelling in how tight Michael’s arse felt around him. Each contraction of Michael’s muscles made him gasp. He was turned on almost to the point of orgasm himself, but he managed to stave it off as he moved in and out of Michael, never quite fully pulling out. At first, he kept his gaze fixed on the wall but grew brave enough to occasionally glance down at Michael’s glorious, sweat-soaked body.
“Look at me,” Michael begged.
Jag met his stare and almost lost it. He sucked in a breath, his rhythm momentarily breaking. There was lust in Michael’s eyes, of course, but there was so much more: warm compassion, ingrained happiness, and something that loaned his eyes a dewy quality that Jag simply couldn’t name. Whatever it was, he quickly became drawn in by those perfect baby blues. He couldn’t drag his own gaze away and didn’t want to. He regained his rhythm, staring deeply into Michael’s eyes as he thrust into him over and over, noting every little flicker that ran through his gaze and every gasp and moan the gorgeous man made. Everything about Michael was stunning, and he was making love to him. He had never felt such intense emotions during sex. They cascaded through him, a never-ending waterfall of feelings that made both no sense and perfect sense at the same time.
“You’re beautiful,” Michael managed. “So fucking hot.”
His words spurred Jag on. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His vision began to blur. Sweat prickled his skin. He could barely think. There was nothing but him and Michael and the warm tightness around his cock. He threw his head back and let out a primal sound that was halfway between a howl and a desperate moan as his orgasm hit him. He felt Michael’s body shudder beneath him and around him, and the older man choked out a keening cry. Jag collapsed forwards, and instantly Michael’s arms were around him, holding him tight.
“Thank you,” Michael whispered, kissing his hair.
Jag couldn’t speak as he sucked precious air into his lungs. He’d had good sex before. He’d had great sex with Michael before, but that had been so much more intense. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the thought that sought to strangle his momentary happiness:It’ll be too fucking hard to leave.But he had to leave, so he was determined to make the most of the time they did have together, no matter how much their inevitable parting would hurt.
17Michael
Michael leant against the door jamb, sipping hot, black coffee, watching Jag sleep. The young man was lying on his back, his head slightly turned towards the door. His hand rested beside his face, fingers lightly curled. The longer lengths of his hair were fanned out over the pillow. He looked peaceful yet fragile and so, so beautiful. Michael’s chest swelled, and a lump formed in his throat as he was temporarily overwhelmed with emotion for Jag. How could he be falling so hard for someone he’d barely known for a few weeks? There was no sense to be made of it. He wanted to be with Jag, mysterious emotional pain and all, and that was all that was important. Except… Jag was hell-bent on leaving.
Perhaps if Michael understood why Jag had to leave, he’d be able to find a way to enable the young man to stay,ifhe wanted to. He would never trap or cage him, never clip his wings.
He sighed and shifted his weight, taking another sip of coffee. So much about Jag remained a mystery, but most of the time it barely seemed to matter. They had a connection. Physical, yes, but it was more than that. The way Jag had stared into his eyes whilst they’d been making love a couple of hours before had been beyond intense, as if their souls were briefly entwined. He’d only felt like that with one other person before: Edward.
He turned slightly so he could glance at the photo on the bookshelf in the sitting room. It had been taken at their civil ceremony when they’d pledged eternal love to one another.
You’d have liked Jag, he thought as his gaze lingered on Edward’s face for a few seconds.
It was good to know that Jag would be able to accept that Edward would always be a part of his life and would always have a portion of his heart. Except what good did it do if Jag was going to leave?
He stepped into the bedroom and placed his mug on the table before crawling under the covers beside Jag. The young man stirred, murmuring slightly in his sleep. Michael kissed his forehead softly and stroked his hair, soaking up the warmth of his body as he snuggled up to him. Jag’s eyes flickered open, and he blinked sleepily, his mouth curving into a small smile.
“Hi,” he whispered. “Do I get breakfast now?”
Michael chuckled and kissed his lips slowly.
“Coffee,” Jag said. “Good plan.”
“I’ll go get you a mug. Wait here.”
“Not going anywhere.” Jag’s eyes drifted shut again, his smile deepening.
Michael headed to the kitchen, pouring a fresh mug of filter coffee. When he got back to the bedroom, Jag was exactly where he’d left him, and he couldn’t be sure that the young man hadn’t simply fallen asleep again. He got back under the covers, carefully cradling the mug.
“Coffee,” he said quietly.
Immediately, Jag’s eyes opened, proving he hadn’t been asleep. He pushed himself upright, sitting beside Michael, their shoulders touching as he accepted the mug and blew across the top of it.
“Smells great.” He took a sip, closing his eyes and inhaling as though savouring both the taste and smell. Probably both. Michael only ever bought good quality coffee.
“Want me to make breakfast now?”
Jag rested his head against Michael’s shoulder. “Not yet.” He wrinkled his nose. “It must be closer to lunchtime. Wait…you didn’t have any classes today, did you?”
“Not until this afternoon,” Michael said, chuckling at Jag’s concern. “I’ve got a couple of hours.”
Jag relaxed and shuffled even closer to him. “Good.”
Michael retrieved his own mug of coffee and then looped his free arm over Jag’s shoulders. Cuddling up in a warm, comfortable bed was much nicer than parting ways in the middle of the night.
“We should do this more often,” he mused.
