They both knew the game. It had been a while since they’d played it, but some memories never faded, especially not ones this sweet. Jericho slid his lips along Wade’s jawline, up behind his ear, searching for the sensitive spots that must still be there. He felt Wade’s body jerk, heard him swear, and knew he was doing a good job.
He tried to ignore Wade’s insistent hand on his cock, gasped when fingers closed around his nipple, but kept fighting for control. This was what it always came down to, after all. Which of them could maintain control the longest?
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” Wade whispered. Not an admission: a strategy. “I fucking missed you, missed the way you feel, the way you make me feel. Your cock, I can feel it leaking for me; you want me just like I want you.”
Shit. It was agoodstrategy. The words, the tone, the fact that it was Wade. Jericho was in trouble if he didn’t up his game.
With his free hand, he grabbed what he could of Wade’s short, dark hair, using his grip to yank Wade’s head up, hard enough that it bounced off the wall. But that was fair, that was good, even. Wade had always liked things rough. Jericho slid his mouth down over Wade’s throat, using teeth more than lips, now, scraping and nipping and searching for the next spot, the next reaction. Wade’s hand left Jericho’s nipple and stretched around behind him, down to the crack of his ass, then over the cheek before he dug his fingers in, dragging Jericho forward into him.
Jericho couldn’t hold back his gasp, and Wade chuckled, then cried out as Jericho bit down, finding the fleshy part of Wade’s shoulder, the same spot as the bullet scar on Jericho’s body.
“Oh, you bastard,” Wade choked. “You fucking cheater, you— Oh, fuck, Jay—oh—” And then the words didn’t make sense anymore, just turned into gasping and moaning.
If Wade hadn’t lost control of his hands, Jericho would have followed him right over the cliff about a second afterward, but as it was, he got the full victory. He got to stand there and watch Wade fall apart, and then got to watch as Wade recovered, realized the situation, and slipped easily, gracefully to his knees.
“Never been much of a punishment,” he murmured, and then he flicked his tongue out over the head of Jericho’s cock.
It was almost enough, just that, but Jericho managed to hold himself together, shift around so the wall was supporting him better, and wait.
Wade didn’t disappoint. A few teasing licks, a hand reaching behind to cup Jericho’s balls, and then the full slide. Deep and tight andJesus, the suction. Jericho fought to keep his eyes open, tried desperately to control his body, but Wade showed no mercy and Jericho couldn’t last. “Wade,” he warned, but there was no lessening of Wade’s assault, and Jericho let himself surrender.
It had been too long. Too long with nothing but his hand, sure, but beyond that, too long since it had beenWade. Jericho came hard, his whole body tight and then loose and then tight again, every muscle straining in ecstasy.
When he finally managed to open his eyes and look down, Wade smiled back up at him. “I really did miss you, Jay.”
Fuck.Jericho stumbled away from the wall, away from Wade, pulling his pants back together as he went. What the hell had he just done?
He made it to the fridge, opened it, and pulled out a beer just because he needed something to do with his hands, then reached for another and passed it to Wade without making eye contact.
They stood there in the kitchen, Jericho staring at his beer and far too aware that Wade was watching him with his trademark ironic smile.
“You okay?” Wade eventually asked.
Jericho frowned at him. “What did you do with the drugs, Wade?”
Wade raised both eyebrows. “Drugs? What drugs?”
“The drugs you brought across the last two nights. I don’t think you’ve got things set up with the Chicago crew, yet. If you did, the bikers would be after your head, right? So you haven’t got a distribution network big enough to handle that quantity of product. You’ve got it stashed somewhere?”
“Is this your idea of pillow talk?” Wade’s mask was back, his cool, sardonic face showing no signs of strain. Good. Naked Wade had been a bit too much for Jericho to handle.
“I don’t see any pillows, so this is just talk.”
“You aren’t even going to let me enjoy the afterglow?” Wade edged closer and lowered his voice. “You expect me to just forget what it feels like to have your cock in my mouth, down my throat, what it tastes like, what itsoundslike when you come?”
“Stop it,” Jericho said sharply. He did not need to get turned on again, couldn’t afford to repeat this mistake. Maybe he’d had the power for about five seconds—five glorious, intoxicating seconds—but of course it was all back to Wade now. “This isn’t over. I mean—” He needed to pull himself together and start making sense, but instead he waved vaguely around the apartment. “Thisis over. What happened here, that’s done. But you’re not done with what you’re doing out there. You aren’t just sitting back and letting the situation rest. You haven’t got what you wanted yet.”
There was a moment when Wade seemed almost—well, nothurt, probably, but almost disappointed? Then he shrugged, glanced at the clock on the microwave, and looked back at Jericho. “I admit I haven’t checked to see how it went. But . . . I’m pretty sure it’s over now. Or at least, this stage is over.”
Jericho stared at him, and Wade stood waiting, his casual expression belied by the sharp excitement in his eyes.
“What have you done, Wade?” Jericho asked, his voice almost a whisper.
Wade just smiled. “If I’ve done it right, you’ll figure it out soon enough.”
