Fuck. Jem pressed his hands to his eyes and stifled a sound of mortification. “Yeah.”
“Can I come in?”
It wasn’t like he could get any more embarrassed. He’d already gotten a boner and run away about it.
Jem unlocked the door. Defiantly, he made himself look River in the eye. If he wanted to say something about Jem abandoning him or having some kind of wardrobe malfunction—
“Hey,” River said, looking nowhere but Jem’s eyes. His own were wide and dark, his lips glistening like he’d just wet them. The scared-rabbit thump of Jem’s heart slowed. “Can I, uh—can I make a guess?”
He wanted to play the gamenow? When Jem was so hard in a film producer’s bathroom he was in danger of passing out from lack of blood to the brain? “Okay?”
River took another step forward.
The bathroom wasn’t that small. It was actually probably the same size as Jem’s kitchen. But right now River was taking up all the available space. Jem had nowhere to go except back into the wall or forward into River. He wanted to do both. He didn’t want to do either.
He stayed frozen in place as River raised a hand and cupped his jawline, still searching his eyes.
River’s thumb brushed the sensitive skin between Jem’s lower lip and his chin. “You, uh.” Finally River broke eye contact,just long enough to stare hungrily at Jem’s mouth. “You really like bathroom handies.”
Jem couldn’t have said if it was arousal or surprise that made him open his mouth, but either way River took it as an invitation. He ducked his head and pressed his lips over Jem’s, pushing Jem back into the wall as he did.
It was all Jem could do to put his arms around River’s shoulders and hold on as his knees weakened and his head emptied. His dick filled and River devoured him—first his lips, and then his tongue, and then the kiss broke and River left a trail of hot, wet bites along Jem’s jawline to his ear.
“Yeah?” River stilled with his nose pressing against Jem’s pulse point.
Right, Jem needed to—“Love ’em,” he managed, stretching his neck to try to coax River into kissing it again.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rasped as he tore one-handed at the front of Jem’s pants. Jem would’ve helped him, but he couldn’t evenfeelhis hands. “It’s like you were made just for me.”
He said it just as he peeled Jem’s pants down far enough to wrap a hand around his cock. Any regrets Jem might’ve had about how much he’d leaked flew out the window with his last braincell when River spread the precum down his dick to slick the way.
Jem’s head hit the wall. He didn’t feel that either. “River,” he gasped, then bit down on the sound because they were in a bathroom at a party like a couple of teenagers and he didn’t want to be overheard.
River pulled his mouth away from Jem’s neck long enough to spit on his hand. Then he went right back to playing Jem like one of his instruments. Every time he swiped his thumb over the head, Jem’s legs tried to give out; only his arms aroundRiver’s neck and River’s hand on his cock were keeping him upright.
“Look at you,” River crooned.
Jem was sure that was rhetorical. Of courseRiverwas looking at him, but he surely didn’t expect Jem to? Except then River turned them around, sliding between Jem and the wall and tilting Jem’s chin up with one hand so he was looking in the mirror.
Oh God.Jem’s breath stuttered as River’s lips found his neck again. He looked wrecked—flushed red to match River’s shirt, pupils blown wide, lips wet and swollen. His jeans were locked tight around his thighs, his cock jutting out of River’s closed fist, red and leaking.
Jem threw his head back against River’s chest as River jerked him off. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, sunshine? You gonna come for me?”
Jem clamped his mouth shut on a desperate whine and sagged against River’s chest as he spilled over his fingers, shaking with the release, stars dancing in front of his eyes. River didn’t stop pumping him until Jem batted at his hand, overstimulated and overwhelmed.
“Jesus.” River yanked a hand towel off the counter and cleaned his hand, then gently wiped the come from Jem’s dick before kissing him again. “You needed that, huh?”
Jem’s chest was still heaving, his head spinning as he fought to regain control of his motor functions. “Um.”
River chuckled. It was a good sound. Jem soaked it in as River tugged his jeans back up over his ass. “I think we managed to spare your clothes.”
God, Jem would be so pissed if he got come on any of this. Not to mention mortified when he had to walk back through thehouse. He took another few deep breaths until he didn’t feel like he might keel over if he moved.
Then he realized he’d never even tried to get River off, and River was visibly hard. He licked his lips. “Let me—”
River caught Jem’s hand before he could do anything. “Later,” he said.
