Chapter 30
They got home shortly before midnight, barrelling through the door in fits of laughter.
“I think I’m drunk,” Harrison stated as he tossed his jacket onto the couch.
The announcement only made Jeremy laugh harder. “After the glass and a half of wine you had three hours ago? I don’t think so, Cadbury boy.” He’d been a little worried when Harrison ordered the wine and decided they would stay out late clubbing almost in the same breath. He’d been well prepared to put the kibosh on the whole idea if he saw any signs Harrison was stepping too far out of his comfort zone. But it had soon become clear Harrison was only interesting in pushing his boundaries, not obliterating them, and before long they had both managed to relax into the evening—which had been a hell of a lot of fun.
Feigning an offended look now, Harrison put his hands on his hips. “You’re forgetting the beer I had at the club.”
“I drank that.” Jeremy went into the kitchen to get some water. They’d been dancing for hours and he was now thoroughly dehydrated. “You took all of three sips before deciding you didn’t like it.” He filled two glasses with cold water from the fridge and handed one to Harrison before perching on the edge of the kitchen table to sip from his own glass. “You were pretty enthusiastic about making out with me on the dance floor though, and you did once say you could get drunk from kissing me.”
“That must be it.” Harrison stared at the glass of water in his hand before his gaze lifted back to Jeremy’s face. There was a glint in his eyes, something mischievous and wild. Stepping forward, he put the glass on the table before dropping a light kiss on Jeremy’s mouth. “Don’t move.”
Jeremy watched him walk out of the room, baffled as to what he was up to. He put his glass on the table beside Harrison’s and waited to see what would happen next.
Harrison returned within moments. He walked right up to Jeremy, curled his hands around the back of Jeremy’s knees, and yanked him forward to the edge of the table. “I’m glad we met after work to go out tonight,” he murmured.
“Why?” Jeremy asked. He had no idea what Harrison had planned, but he liked it. His cock was already sitting up and begging for the attention he knew was coming.
“Because there is something I have to do to you, right now, before I regain my senses.” He pushed Jeremy’s suspenders off his shoulders and then reached for the hem of his shirt. “Something I’ve wanted to do from the moment I saw you.” He pulled Jeremy’s shirt up over his head and tossed it away.
Jeremy’s mouth was open as he arched into Harrison’s wandering touch. He tried to draw the other man into a kiss, but Harrison was in the mood to tease and, after a single lick of his tongue across Jeremy’s lips, he leaned back out of reach. “I’m all yours,” Jeremy muttered, desperate for more. “Do whatever you want to me.”
A wide smile stretched Harrison’s mouth as he caught his tongue between his teeth. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. With a deep, shuddering breath, Jeremy complied. He waited for a long moment, unsure what to expected.
Water hit the top of his head, gushing down over his face and body in a dozen icy rivulets. He gasped in shock, lifting his hands to wipe the liquid from his eyes. “Holy crap, that’s cold,” he laughed as he opened his eyes.
Harrison stood in front of him. The empty water glass in one hand and a look of mad lust in his eyes. Jeremy’s heart rate spiked. Fuck, he was about to be eaten alive. When Harrison reached out, Jeremy went to him. Their mouths met, hard and fast—each fighting for dominance. Jeremy tore at the buttons on Harrison’s shirt, desperate to touch the warmth of his skin.
They were both naked to the waist when Harrison pushed hard against Jeremy’s chest, forcing him onto his back on the table. Harrison’s gaze locked onto his face as his hands threaded through Jeremy’s wet hair before stroking down over his face. Jeremy closed his eyes as Harrison’s fingertips brushed his eyelids before continuing down over his cheeks to his jawline. “That is sexy as fuck.”
Jeremy’s eyes opened in time to see the black marks on Harrison’s palms and fingertips as he lifted his hands away. That’s when everything clicked. He’d worn his usual eyeliner to work that morning, the eyeliner Harrison had said he wanted to mess up. Apparently, the combination of the water and Harrison’s eager fingers had done just that. He had no idea what he looked like with his cheeks streaked in black, but if Harrison liked it so much, he was only too happy to give his lover what he wanted. Sitting up, he grabbed his own mostly full water glass off the table. A laugh bubbled up his throat as he tipped half the glass over Harrison’s head, before tilting his head back to empty the rest onto his own forehead so it ran down his face in a fresh wave. Then, slamming the glass back down on the table, he reached for Harrison once more.
They devoured each other’s mouths, wet hands grasping at wetter flesh. Jeremy locked his ankles behind Harrison’s back as their bodies ground together. Their aching cocks were caught between them, their movements frustrated by layers of fabric.
Finally, Harrison pushed Jeremy back down onto the table and reached for the fastening on his pants. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget how to walk,” he growled.
“Do it,” Jeremy told him. He’d never seen Harrison so wild and out of control and he fucking loved it.
The moment Jeremy’s cock was released from his pants, Harrison wrapped his mouth around it, sucking hard. Jeremy cried out, his back arching off the table as pleasure streaked through him. He stroked the fingers of one hand through Harrison’s wet strands, holding him in place, while reaching back above his head to grip onto the far edge of the table with the other hand.
Jeremy had no idea how Harrison managed to finish stripping him without once removing his mouth, but he didn’t care. He was a shuddering mess by the time Harrison bent his legs back toward his chest—ready for anything.
Harrison made quick work of the condom and lube he must have stashed in his pockets when he went into the bedroom, before fitting the tip of his cock to Jeremy’s entrance. He paused, teasing Jeremy with the slightest of thrusts as he held his gaze. “Say the magic word,” he drawled.
Jeremy lifted a single eyebrow before he answered in a clear, demanding tone. “Fuck me.”
Chuckling, Harrison squeezed the backs of Jeremy’s thighs with his fingertips. “Close enough.” He pushed forward then, sinking deep within Jeremy’s body.
Groans of relief quickly devolved into mindless sounds of pleasure as they came together in a crazed fury. Harrison bent over at the waist until his chest brushed against Jeremy’s. Dropping his head forward, he placed his mouth beside Jeremy’s ear. “I love to fuck you,” he gasped in a breathy voice. “I love your cock, and your mouth,” he drew back to dip his tongue between Jeremy’s parted lips. “I love every fucking part of you.”
The words entered Jeremy’s brain and he should have be paying more attention to them but Harrison’s cock was fucking him into next week and his own dick was caught in the friction caused by the movement of their bodies and he couldn’t be expected to think in full sentences right now and… “Oh, fuck,” he cried. “I’m gonna come.”
Harrison’s hand slipped between them to grasp a hold of Jeremy’s cock, but he only managed a single stroke before Jeremy let go. Long streams of come shot between them, covering Harrison’s fingers and smearing their bodies. Harrison followed him over the edge with a loud groan, continuing to thrust into the heat of Jeremy’s body until he had nothing left to give.
Heaven, Jeremy thought as he floated somewhere up on the ceiling, barely aware of Harrison’s weight pushing him down into the hard surface of the table. This is what heaven feels like.
