Not so much the act itself; I mean, if you think about it, blowing on Jackson’s neck isn’t all that much different to the way he likes to run his hand through my hair when we’re watching TV. Or spooning. Or really anything Jackson and I do that our friends seem to think is strange for some reason. And if it were a week ago I wouldn’t have felt anything odd at all. It would have all just been completely normal. I would have laughed about blow jobs and wondered why I hadn’t thought to do this before.
But it’s not a week ago. It’s today. And today feels all…charged in a way nothing ever has with Jackson before. I feel all hot, and tingly. And my cock keeps twitching like it’s confused about what to do right now. Join the fucking club.
I run a hand over my face and take a step back from the chair to gain a bit of breathing room. I think the situation through logically for a moment and come to the conclusion that I’m freaking out over nothing. This weird reaction has nothing to do with Jackson. I’m just a bit out of sorts because of that completely unsatisfying hook-up last night.
To be honest, I don’t really like speaking ill of the guys I hook up with. I’m not going to say the guy last night is a bad lay just because the sex between us wasn’t great. I’m sure there are plenty of guys out there who would find him to be exactly what they need. But not me. He just wasn’t very responsive, or appreciative, or…engaging, really. Sure, I came, he came, it was fine. But I may as well have just gone home and fucked my Fleshlight. Definitely not the way to end a two-week drought.
And now, here Jackson is, responding more vocally to the sensation of me blowing hair off his neck than the guy last night did when he had my cock in his ass—it’s no wonder my body’s all confused and out of sorts.
But at least I know how to fix it now. I just need a good hook-up and then everything will be back to normal. Easy.
“Okay, we all good?” I ask Jax, eager to get out of here now I’ve developed my plan. “You want to check it in the mirror?”
“Um, I think you missed a step, Christian,” he prompts.
I let out a soft chuckle at the familiarNext Top Modelreference and nod. “Right, sorry. My bad.”
I reach for the mirrored cabinet above the basin and tug it open, retrieving the tube of lotion Jackson uses to keep his scalp hydrated. “Make sure you put more of this on after you shower,” I remind him.
I know he doesn’t actually need the reminder—he’s been shaving his head for almost six years now, so he knows the drill back to front—but it makes me feel better to issue it. And of course Jackson just goes with it, nodding dutifully in agreement rather than pointing out how ridiculous my coddling is.
I notice a few more stray hairs resting on the left side of Jackson’s head, about an inch and a half above his ear. And because I’m apparently in a mood for self-torture today, I lean in and blow them away, prompting him to groan softly and shiver as the puff of air glides over the top of his ear.
“Just a few strays,” I explain, trying to keep my voice even. “All gone now.”
“I’m not complaining,” he murmurs.
I stare at the tube in my hand for a long moment before finally flicking the cap open and squirting some of the lotion onto Jackson’s scalp. I set the tube on the shelf above the basin and then just stand there, hesitating.
Fuck, this is so stupid. Why the hell am I hesitating? This is Jackson. I’ve done this so many times I’ve lost count. Ilikedoing this. I like doing anything that makes Jax feel good, and he’s the same way with me. But I know what’s going to happen as soon as I start massaging that lotion into his scalp, and my cock’s going to get all confused again.
I draw in a deep breath and give a sharp shake of my head. I’m having a weird day, that’s all. I’ll be fine in an hour or so once I find a hook-up and have a really decent fuck. And then my dick will stop trying to turn completely innocent, unsexual situations like this one into something they’re not just because it’s feeling a bit meh about the last guy it got hard for.
Okay, the sooner I finish up here, the sooner I can start scrolling my apps. I wince as the thought hits me, because I’ve never put sex above spending time with Jackson before. I might hook upa lot, but it’s never been my top priority.
But I’m going to have to make an exception today, because if I don’t get this reset thing happening soon I’m going to go crazy.
With that in mind, I reach out and start rubbing the lotion into Jax’s scalp, the way I have countless times before. And Jackson responds the way he has countless times before.
“Mmm…that feels so good,” he murmurs on a soft groan, tipping his head forward so I can massage the base of his skull. “Fuck, yeah…”
Jesus Christ.
“Jax, have you ever realized you get more into this than jerking off?”
“Hmm?”
What the fuck, Skyler?I screw my eyes shut, shaking my head sharply as I internally berate myself. Why the hell did I decide to go there?
It’s true, though. Jackson always gets really into this, but when we’re watching porn and he’s jerking off he’s generally pretty quiet. And maybe that’s why he’s never so much as blipped for me. If he were making these kinds of noises while I was actually aroused, I imagine some curiosity would have piqued a while ago. But this is a completely non-sexual situation and my cock is just being a dumbass.
“What do you mean?” he presses in mild curiosity. His head shifts to the side, giving me a glimpse of his closed eyes and relaxed face. Anyone seeing his expression out of context would probably think he’s experiencing some kind of exclusive, insanely expensive treatment at a luxury spa.
“Just that…um…you seem to really,reallyenjoy getting your scalp massaged.”
“I do really enjoy it.”
“More than jerking off?”
