It was a beautiful thing, watching a man come undone.
Jamie’s stomach muscles tightened, a low, vulnerable cry ripping from his chest as he came. He did his best to catch his release, cupping a hand under the flushed head of his cock, but drops of white slipped between his fingers.
Tyler reached for him, hesitating before he touched Jamie’s cum-covered skin. “May I?” His mouth watered, already imagining the taste.
Jamie, eyes heavy, nodded. “Got tested last week,” he grunted. “I’m in the clear.”
That was all Tyler needed to hear. He wrapped a hand around Jamie’s forearm, and brought his hand up to his mouth.
Tyler groaned, the taste of Jamie’s cum tangy on his tongue. Tyler licked up his wrist, tracing each drip up Jamie’s hand untilhe’d cleaned the release from his skin. Curling his tongue around two of his thick fingers, Tyler sucked them into his mouth. His lips closed around them, feeling the pressure on the back of his tongue. Then, because he could, he swallowed.
Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut. “Tyler,” he moaned.
Eventually, he let Jamie’s fingers fall from his lips. Jamie tucked himself back into his pants, and Tyler did the same, grateful that Jamie had managed to save him from the discomfort of dealing with wet and sticky underwear.
“I don’t know how we’re going to save your pants,” Tyler said, gesturing to Jamie’s crotch.
Jamie shrugged, looking completely relaxed and unfazed. “I’ll figure it out.”
Tyler zipped up his shorts and then looked back at Jamie. “So.”
“So,” Jamie echoed.
“We’re doing this? We’re going to try?”
Jamie moved in closer and cupped the side of his neck. “I’m ready.”
Tyler leaned into his touch. “Rowan is always going to come first,” he said, needing Jamie toreallyhear him. “He’s always going to be my priority.”
“I know.” Jamie smiled softly down at him. “All I’m asking is to come third.”
It took a moment for Tyler to understand what he was saying, but when he did he frowned, confused. “Third? Who’s second?”
“You, Tyler.Youcome second.”
Tyler pressed his lips together, suddenly overwhelmed. Who was this man? He struggled to believe this was the same guy who’d knocked himself out trying to fight a snowman.
He’d met Jamie at his worst, drunk and stumbling in the night.
Now, he was the man who had taught Rowan to skate, who had waited on the couch while Tyler put Rowan to bed, and who kissed Tyler like it meant something real.
Tyler pushed Jamie’s hair back from his damp forehead. “Doyou think a boyfriend who sometimes wears dresses would be too much for hockey fans?”
Jamie shook his head.
“A stripper boyfriend?”
“I don’t give a shit.” Jamie’s voice came out low. “I’m proud to be with you, exactly as you are.”
“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that,” Tyler said.
The amused grin Jamie gave him was all teeth and dimples as he walked around the desk. He lowered himself into the chair, and patted his thighs with both hands. “Get your ass over here.”
Tyler obliged, his legs still unsteady.
Jamie tugged off his hoodie, draping it over the mess on his lap before pulling Tyler down, scooting his body back against his chest. Wrapping an arm around Tyler’s middle, Jamie quickly navigated to his camera, holding his phone out in front of them.
“What are you doing?” Tyler asked, breathless.
