Chapter 9
“Thanks for driving me home again,” Jeremy said as he unlocked his front door and they went inside. “It beats taking the bus.”
“It’s no problem.” Harrison closed the door behind him. “You don’t own a car?”
Dropping his bag onto the sideboard, Jeremy nodded. “I do, but I bus to work most of the time.” Heading into the kitchen, he filled the kettle with water and put it on to boil. “The store only has one parking space and I let Kat use that for the most part.”
“That’s generous of you.” Harrison followed him into the kitchen and leaned a hip against the counter.
“She’s a good kid and she knows the store inside and out.” Jeremy grabbed mugs from the cupboard above his head and then hunted for the pack of chamomile tea he had in the pantry. He figured Harrison wouldn’t want to drink anything with caffeine at this time of night. “I know I have herbal teabags in here somewhere,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Anna brought them over last month when I had the flu. She swore it would make me sleep better. Instead it just made me pee a lot.”
He’d spied the box behind the cereal when strong hands took hold of his waist. “You know I’m not really here for the tea, right?” Harrison murmured in his ear.
Jeremy turned to face him, putting his hands flat on Harrison’s chest. “I know. But with you not working tomorrow, I figured we could take our time, be patient and all that.”
Sliding his fingers under Jeremy’s suspenders, Harrison drew him forward until they were chest to chest. “I am all out of patience.”
A grin spread across Jeremy’s face as he took Harrison’s hands in his. “Thank fuck for that.” He turned off the kettle before leading the way down the hall to the bedroom. Any doubts he’d had earlier in the evening, regarding Harrison’s past and whatever dangers lurked there, were now well and truly overshadowed by the promise of sex. He wanted this man too much to be put off by problems that may or may not show up at a later date.
Any last traces of hesitation scattered when Harrison’s hands curled around his biceps from behind. Jeremy closed his eyes as Harrison kissed the back of his neck while pulling the suspenders from his shoulders. “I have wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” Jeremy shivered at the feel of Harrison’s breath against the shell of his ear. When Harrison pulled his t-shirt free from his waistband, Jeremy lifted his arms so the material could be tugged over his head. The moment it hit the floor, Harrison’s hands returned, sliding down over his stomach to cup the hard length of his cock through his pants. Harrison chose the same moment to slide his own erection against the curve of Jeremy’s arse, making him gasp in pleasure.
“Who knew,” Jeremy panted, his eyes still closed as he focused his full attention on the movement of Harrison’s wandering hands, “the sight of me selling merchandise could be such a turn on?”
“It wasn’t the merch.” Harrison gripped onto his waist and turned him around until they were facing each other, their eyes meeting in the dim light. “It was your smile,” Harrison told him as he leaned in to brush a soft kiss against Jeremy’s mouth. “It was your energy, the way you moved.” His gaze dipped to follow the path of his hands as they skimmed Jeremy’s bare chest and stomach before sliding around his waist to grab the roundness of his arse in a firm grip. “It was you,” Harrison breathed, descending on Jeremy’s mouth once more.
Jeremy wrapped his arms around Harrison’s neck as he gave himself over to the kiss. They stayed like that for long minutes, tasting and touching each other, their cocks grinding together in mindless need, until the frustration caused by the clothing still between them became too much. Reaching for Harrison’s shirt, Jeremy yanked it up over his head to reveal the broad, muscular expanse of his torso. “Finally,” he said with a grin as he placed his hands flat on Harrison’s chest and felt the thunderous beating of his heart. He leaned forward, lips replacing hands, to taste the salt of Harrison’s skin and lick the pebbled hardness of his nipples. Harrison hissed in a breath, his fingers threading through Jeremy’s hair.
Taking his time, Jeremy continued to explore Harrison with open-mouthed kisses and eager hands. Despite his own desperate need to move things along, he sensed Harrison’s desire to not rush through to the end game. This man knew how to savour an experience, and Jeremy was more than willing to comply.
He dropped to his knees, looking up at Harrison as he reached for the other man’s belt. Their gazes locked, and Jeremy’s dick throbbed at the heat he saw in those brown eyes. Heat… and something deeper, something like affection. The thought warmed Jeremy from the inside.
Though he kept his pace slow, he tugged Harrison’s pants open with hard, rough movements, making the other man’s mouth open and his breathing come in harsh pants. A few more tugs and he’d pulled Harrison’s jeans and boxers down far enough to free the impressive length of his cock.
With a low groan Jeremy leaned closer, pressing his face against the coarse hair of Harrison’s groin and breathing deeply of his unique male scent, before he dragged the broad flat of his tongue up the underside of Harrison’s luscious cock. He was rewarded with a single dewy drop of pre-come when he swirled his tongue around the head. Harrison’s hands tightened in his hair and his thighs trembled with need. After a few more gratuitous licks, Jeremy gave in to the urge to take Harrison deep into his mouth. He sucked long and hard on every inward stroke, his cheeks hollowing in an effort to tighten his hold. Withdrawals became a playground of twists and turns for his eager tongue. Once he was satisfied with the rhythm, Jeremy slid his hands between Harrison’s thighs. Cupping the heavy weight of his sack in one palm, Jeremy used the fingers of the other hand to tease his crease.
Harrison let out a garbled cry of pleasure. The restless motion of his hips told Jeremy that Harrison couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to thrust deeper into Jeremy’s mouth or sink back onto the roaming fingers that edged closer to their goal with each movement. Adding a little extra pressure at each end, Jeremy managed to ease him into a smooth rocking motion that delivered just enough of both options to drive Harrison wild.
Jeremy felt like he’d hit the freaking jackpot. Every noise Harrison made drove him higher. Every moan, every shaky breath. For him, the greatest joys of sex had always been derived from the pleasure he brought to his lover. He would go to any length for another sigh, another muttered curse, and Harrison’s vocal response to his efforts brought him to the edge within minutes.
“Wait.” It took a moment for Jeremy to register the gentle force of Harrison’s hands on his shoulders. “Stop,” the other man gasped.
With a reluctant moan, Jeremy pulled his mouth off the deliciousness that was Harrison’s dick. It bobbed eagerly in front of him and he couldn’t help but give it one last lick with the flat of his tongue. Harrison whimpered, his fingers digging into Jeremy’s shoulders. With a chuckle, Jeremy got back to his feet.
“That was… I mean you’re…” Harrison shook his head as if to clear the fog. “Your mouth should come with a warning label.”
Jeremy grinned as he began shedding what remained of his clothing. “Why thank you, Mr Winters,” he teased. “I’m so glad you approve.”
Harrison’s lips lifted at the corners. To Jeremy it was as prized as the widest of smiles. “Let me show you my approval.”
Following Jeremy’s lead, Harrison kicked off the last of his clothing. When they were both naked, he placed a hand on Jeremy’s chest, urging him back toward the bed. Jeremy clambered onto the covers with more enthusiasm than grace, but he was beyond caring. He wanted this man inside him—now.
“Where do you keep your protection?” Harrison asked.
Jeremy gestured to the bedside table. “Top drawer.”
Harrison dug around in the drawer for a moment before tossing a condom and a tube of lubricant onto the bed. Then, his attention zeroed in on Jeremy once more. Jeremy’s breath caught under the intensity of that gaze and, when he licked his lips, Harrison’s focus shifted to his mouth as if he were ready to devour him. Jeremy only hoped he’d be so lucky.
Harrison felt the urge to growl in possession of the man beneath him. He wanted to cover every centimetre of Jeremy with bliss until his smile would last forever.
