“Shut the fuck up!”
I couldn’t believe it either.
“Yep. I walked in on them after the last practice. Mike had Brooks in a very… uh… compromising position.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Okay, I promised you a treat if you ate your breakfast, and you did.”
“I want—” Then he pauses, and I see the internal struggle on his face.
Crossing the kitchen and pulling him up from his seat. “What do you want,mi sol? Tell me.”
“Will you fuck me? Make me come?”
I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty boy.
“Get your ass in the bedroom, unless you want me to fuck you out here?”I don’t have to tell him twice, because Jackson practically sprints to the bedroom.
His eagerness makes me smile because I know I’d be just like him if the roles were reversed. Even though I tend to top him themajority of the time, there are times when I want him to fuck me, and Jackson is always game.
That’s why whatever this is between us feels like it works.
I put my coffee cup in the sink and head towards the bedroom and stop at the open door, leaning against the frame, watching Jackson strip down from his joggers and shirt to his tight, black boxer briefs. I reach behind me and tug my shirt over my head with one hand and toss it on top of the dresser. Leaving on my silver chain with my Saint Andrew pendant hanging between my heavily tattooed pecs, I cross the room to him. Jackson has a full sleeve of leaves and vines on his right arm, and on his left wrist, a medical alert tattoo for his type one.
Jackson’s fucking hot.
He’s not too muscular, but you can see the muscles in his abs and his perfect V. He’s on the thinner side due to not being able to keep the weight on. That’s what I’m for—making sure he eats and his sugar stays in range. I’m his endocrinologist’s favorite person because I keep Jackson in line.
I love every inch of his skin. From the silver, faded scars on his stomach, ass, and triceps. To the little holes that dot his fingers from being poked multiple times.
Jackson already has the lube out and ready to go.
My pretty boy is so eager to get taken care of.
No condom though.
I raise my eyebrow. We use them religiously, just to be on the safe side because we still sleep with women on occasion. Not that I should be worried; I’ve already told Jackson he’s the only guy I sleep with, and he said it’s the same with him. And we get tested regularly.
“I just was wondering if—” his cheeks flush, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.Mi solis getting embarrassed because he wants me to fuck him raw.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him chest to chest with me. “You need to use your words, Jackson.”
“I need you, Dre. God, I want tofeelyou.” He makes the first move, and his mouth is on mine, stealing the air from my lungs. The thing is, I’d give him my very last breath. That’s how far gone I am.
And I still won’t say the word for it.
Breaking our kiss, I reach for the hand holding his pump, and I look at the screen—no bolus pending—suspend it, and unhook his site from the tubing.
“Well, that’s so not sexy.” He grumbles, cheeks flushing.
“You are sexy, Jackson. Every part of you. Now lie down so I can prove it to you.” He climbs into bed, and I grab the lube, following him. It’s been about a week since I’ve fucked him. He’ll need stretching to make sure I don’t hurt him.
“How do you want me?” he asks, looking up at me with those submissive eyes, and I fold.
“You tell me, pretty boy. How do you want me to fuck you?” I click the lid a few times and watch him get flustered.
“On my side.”
Works for me.
He rolls onto his side. I come up behind him, kissing his neck, sucking the spot where his pulse thrums. I position myself and tug the waistband of his underwear down, his perfect ass on display.
