Tyler grinned, rubbing his cheek against Jamie’s chest hair. “Don’t you need to sleep?”
Jamie shifted, rolling them so he hovered above Tyler. His grin was wicked, playful, and Tyler realized then how burdened Jamie had seemed when he first met him.
Now Jamie looked confident. Certain. Jamie leaned in close and ran his nose up Tyler’s neck, kissing his throat right on his tattoo of the luna moth.
“I’ll sleep eventually,” Jamie whispered.
“Tell me what you need tonight,” Tyler asked, squirming as Jamie continued to kiss his way along his jaw.
“I’d really,reallylike to fuck you.”
Tyler let out a whine, his cock swelling against the lace containing him. “Please,” he breathed.
Jamie hummed. “But next time?” He ran his tongue over the shell of Tyler’s ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “After tomorrow’s game?”
“Yeah?”
Jamie dropped his hips then, dragging his bulge over Tyler’s hips. Tyler gasped as Jamie lined his cock up perfectly against his, pressing them together. “Tomorrow I’m going to need your cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” Tyler said, his voice already wrecked. He imagined parting Jamie’s cheeks and tasting him, slicking his hole with his tongue before sinking into his body.
Tyler tugged at the waistband of Jamie’s sweats, but the man above him didn’t budge. Tyler let out a frustrated growl. “Get naked and get up here.”
Jamie laughed, standing only long enough to strip away his clothes. Tyler watched him hungrily, drinking in every inch of him. The blonde, fuzzy hair on his chest, stomach, and thick thighs. His cock hanging heavy, already flushed and hard.
“Why am I the only one who’s naked?” Jamie asked, indignant.
Tyler laughed, and wriggled out of his pants. He went for his panties, but Jamie’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Leave them on.” Jamie brushed a knuckle over the lace, and Tyler choked out a soft cry.
Tyler ripped his shirt off and lay back. Jamie stood above him. “Where do you want me?”
Tyler smirked and crooked his finger. Jamie climbed onto the bed, his muscles perfectly on display. When he stopped above Tyler’s hips, Tyler shook his head. “Closer.”
Jamie arched a brow, but complied. He hovered above Tyler’s chest, his dick hanging hard and leaking between them.
“Now turn around.”
Tyler sighed as Jamie’s ass filled his vision. He ran his hands over him, feeling the light fuzz of hair covering his skin. He squeezed, grinning at the flex of muscle under his palms.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
Above him, Jamie chuckled. “I’ll crush you.”
“No you won’t.” Tyler smacked his hip.
“I prefer my men breathing!”
Tyler made a sound of protest, but he couldn’t help but smile. It was easy to do this with Jamie. It was new, thrilling and exciting, but there was something easy about it. Safe. “I won’t break, Jamie.”
The moment Jamie’s weight settled on his face, Tyler dove in with his tongue. Jamie was right, in a way–Tyler could barely breathe with his face buried in Jamie’s ass, but it was enough. Just enough for him to take in his soapy musk and the ghost of sweat.
Jamie’s hole was tight against his tongue, but Tyler wasn’t in a hurry. He dragged it up and down Jamie’s crease, curling circles around the whorl of flesh, the taste of Jamie’s skin only amplifying the pleasure that was already gathering low in his belly.
A groan ripped from Tyler’s throat as a hot, wet tongue dragged across his lace-covered cock. He got lost in himself as Jamie mouthed the front of his lace panties, licking up and down, sucking on the head of his cock where it strained against the fabric.
Tyler tightened his grip on Jamie’s hips, holding him firmly against him. He worked his tongue inside, thrusting and twisting, pressing his lips against the puckered skin of Jamie’s hole. He felt Jamie’s desperate, mumbledFuckagainst his cock, and raised his hips, greedy formore, more, more.
