Jamie grinned, jumping off the treadmill and crossing the room. “Hey.” He stopped in front of Tyler, trying to catch his breath.
Tyler looked up at him, an almost wicked glint in his eyes, and snagged the elastic waist of Jamie’s shorts between his fingers. His knuckles brushed the hair trailing down from Jamie’s bellybutton, and Jamie hissed, a sharp surge of arousal threatening to make his knees buckle.
“Upstairs. Now.” Jamie grabbed Tyler’s hand, practically dragging him out of the gym and up the stairs.
Jamie started laughing, and then Tyler was laughing, and they tried to be quiet, but Tyler kept making adorable snorting sounds and Jamie couldn’t hold it together. Finally, they stumbled into Jamie’s room, the door clicking shut behind them. Jamie leaned back against the wall, his breaths heavy as he watched Tyler take the baby monitor from his pocket and set it on top of the dresser.
Their laughter faded as they looked at each other.
“Can I get you naked, baby?” Tyler was already nodding as Jamie approached him. Jamie groaned, becausefuck, he’d been dying for this moment.
Tyler went straight to Jamie’s bare chest, mouthing at one of his hairy pecs. Jamie tried to pull Tyler’s sweater off, but couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate when there was a hot, eager mouth licking the sweat from his skin.
Somehow, he managed to get Tyler’s upper half naked. He needed more time, but settled for making a promise to himself that he’d spend hours in the future getting to know each and every tattoo covering his boyfriend’s skin, and the twin silver bars that pierced his nipples. Right now, he needed to peel off those fucking jeans.
Tyler’s tongue flicked against Jamie’s nipple and Jamie gasped, pleasure shooting over the surface of his skin and gathering below his belly. His hands fumbled with the button of Tyler’s jeans as Tyler’s fingers slipped under the waistband of Jamie’s shorts.
Within moments they were both naked. Sweat still dampened Jamie’s skin, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind.I can fucking work with that, Jamie thought as he felt his cock brush against the smooth skin of Tyler’s stomach.
Jamie stepped back, needing to get a better look at his boyfriend’s body.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had his hands on Tyler’s hips, brushed his thumb over his throat, held his hard cock in his hand. But to see all of him now, without anything between them, to see the lean muscle of his legs and the square set of his hips, to see the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock, the flared head almost purple and already glistening with precum.
To see the piercings in his nipples right there where he could reach them.
To see all of Tyler was overwhelming.Beautiful. He was so, so beautiful.
He could feel Tyler’s eyes on him, too. He vaguely wonderedwhat the smaller man thought of him: his bulky, hairy body, and his average-sized, uncut cock.
Jamie wondered, but he didn’t worry. There was nothing to worry about when Tyler looked at him like maybe, he found Jamie beautiful, too.
“Come here,” Jamie said, backing up until his thighs hit the edge of the bed and then sitting down.
Tyler followed, moving with the grace of a cat until he stood between Jamie’s thighs.
Before Jamie could tell Tyler to get his ass up in his lap, his boyfriend lowered himself to his knees and practically dove into the crease of Jamie’s crotch, nuzzling and licking his skin.
“Why does your sweat taste so good?” Tyler asked, his voice muffled by blonde pubic hair. “It feels fucking filthy to like it, but it’s–fuck, Jamie, it’s sogood.”
Jamie ran his fingers through Tyler’s hair, tugging gently once he reached the back of his head. “I like to hear that,” he said, staring down at the man between his thighs. “Tell me what you like. What you want in bed.”
Tyler licked a long line from Jamie’s inner thigh up to his hip, brown eyes locked on his. “Everything.” He nipped at Jamie’s skin. “I want you, above me. I don’t…I haven’t always trusted someone enough to ask for it, but I like being told what to do.”
“Fuck,” Jamie said, his hard cock twitching where it lay against hist stomach, hard and neglected. “I fuckinglovethe sound of that.”
“You do?” Tyler hummed, dipping his head to nudge at Jamie’s sack with his nose.
“Mmhm. I prefer to be in charge–dammit,baby,” he cut off. He couldn’t think, couldn’t doanythingas Tyler sucked one of his balls into his hot, wet mouth. “See, that’s so fucking good when you do that.” He tightened his grip on Tyler’s hair. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re distracting me. I’m vers, too.”
Tyler grinned, the skin around his mouth shiny with spit. “Good.”
“Condoms?”
“Only if you want,” Tyler replied. “There hasn’t been anyone else since I tested, and I never stopped taking PrEP.”
“If you,” Jamie hissed as Tyler scraped his teeth over the skin of his inner thigh. “If you’re okay with it, then no condoms. I’m on PrEP, too, andfuck,Tyler. I want to feel you. Nothing between us.”
Tyler made a sweet little whimpering sound. Jamie felt himself smile. He wanted to hear Tyler make that sound again. “You like that?”
