Bracing himself above Jamie, he gripped the base of his cock and lined himself up. He pushed forward, nudging at the softwhorl of skin with steady pressure until Jamie bore down, opening up below him.
It was exquisite, a tight squeeze that already threatened to send him over the edge. Tyler gasped, trembling as he tried to stop himself from coming so quickly. From letting go too soon.
“Yes,” Jamie breathed below him. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Tyler drew his hips back, Jamie’s ass clenching around him. He couldn’t speak, could barely remember to breathe as he thrust forward, burying himself completely.
He kissed Jamie, needed to taste him and tell him with his tongue how good he felt. Jamie groaned, open-mouthed against his lips, his hips rolling to meet every thrust.
They were sloppy, all spit and tongues and sweat beading at the friction between their bodies. Jamie’s broad, muscular chest covered in hair slid against Tyler’s smooth, inked skin. Tyler wanted to erase every bit of space between them, keeping his thrusts hard and deep. Below him, Jamie grunted, his cock hardening and leaking against Tyler’s belly.
There was a time in Tyler’s life when he’d longed for sex to last forever, when the dream had been to fuck the night away without ever needing to pause.
Now there was something he wanted more.
He needed to see Jamie come apart, to watch him drown in pleasure at Tyler’s hands. Then, at the end of it all, when Jamie lay boneless and spent below him, Tyler wanted to be the one who put him back together.
That was what he wanted.
“I’m close,” Tyler warned as the pressure grew.
“In me,” Jamie pleaded. A wet curl was stuck to his forehead, and Tyler licked a line up the side of his neck, moaning at the sharp taste of salt on his tongue. “Fucking fill me.”
Tyler chased his release. He rocked his hips, seeking friction, reaching and reaching. “Fuck,” he gasped as his cock throbbed, contracting before shooting deep into Jamie’s body. He emptiedpulse after pulse, his heartbeat everywhere all at once, his mind blank except for the exquisite pleasure ofJamie, Jamie, Jamie.
But he wasn’t done. His work wasn’t finished until Jamie found his release. He withdrew his sensitive cock, hissing at the lack of contact.
“Baby, what are you–fuck.”
Tyler bent down and took Jamie’s cock into his mouth. He bobbed up and down, his tongue flicking against the tight skin. With the taste of precum on his tongue, he swallowed, humming at the nudge of Jamie’s crown against the back of his throat. Above him Jamie groaned, muttering curses and praise under his breath.
Jamie came with a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in Tyler’s mouth as he emptied down his throat. Tyler swallowed it all, taking every little bit of it until he stilled.
Tyler slowly drew away, Jamie's softening cock slipping from his mouth. Looking up, he saw Jamie, dazed and handsome and so exhausted that his eyes were barely open as he returned Tyler’s gaze. A soft, lazy smile played across his mouth.
“C’mere,” Jaime mumbled, making a grabby gesture that looked ridiculous coming from hands his size.
Tyler crawled up his body and collapsed onto the bed beside him. His head landed at an odd angle, propped up against the literal barricade of pillows at the head of Jamie’s bed.
“Why do you have so many pillows?” Tyler asked, a yawn breaking through the end of his question.
Jamie turned to look at him. “I like pillows.”
Tyler lifted his head and started tossing the pillows off the bed. He counted: one, two, three, four, five,sixpillows before there was just one under his head.
“Do we need to get dressed? For Rowan?”
Tyler nodded, pushing himself up. They cleaned up in the bathroom before stumbling back into Jamie’s room. He tossed a clean pair of boxer briefs at Jamie, and then pulled on a pair of oldthreadbare boxer shorts for himself. He’d found them buried in Jamie’s underwear drawer and had claimed them as his pajama shorts.
“I’m going to check on Row,” Tyler said, slipping out the door and down the hall. He eased open the door, careful not to rattle the knob, and tip-toed across the carpet to peek into the Pack n’ Play.
Rowan slept like he always did–Bunny clutched to his chest, with a soft frown on his face. On his other side, the stuffed muskie Jamie had left for him was tucked close to his body.
Tyler watched him, checking the little things: his chest rose and fell, slow and even, and his blanket covered his body.
They were at Jamie’s house, and Rowan was okay.
Tyler slipped back into Jamie’s bedroom.
