“Turn around.”
Jax would obey anything Tristan said in that raspy voice. Putting his hands on the tiled wall, Jax spread his legs as comfortably as he could while Tristan prepped him. Those gentle fingers teased, pressing in just the right way, filling him almost enough, but not quite, and by the time Tristan was done, Jax couldn’t speak if someone paid him to.
“Can I lift you?”
Jax nodded, too foggy to realize what Tristan meant until he was in the air. Tristan held him like a bride, and then slowly tilted him up, pressing his cock between Jax’s cheeks.
“Oh,”escaped Jax when he realized what was happening, and Tristan looked down at him with a gaze full of promise.
“Are you okay with this?” At Jax’s nod, Tristan prodded a little more, and the head caught Jax’s entrance, making him gasp.
“C-Can you hold me this long?” Jax ground out, wrapping his arms around Tristan’s neck.
“I don’t think this’ll take long,” Tristan huffed, sliding in a few inches, and Jax suddenly agreed. Arms solid, Tristan kept Jax’s body still as he sank all the way in, the sideways angle stretching Jax differently, hitting that place dead-on, and he couldn’t contain his voice.
Letting out a hitched cry that bounced off the walls, Jax could feel his dick leaking, and it only continued to drip as Tristan started thrusting. Jax felt like he hung in suspended animation because Tristan barely moved him at all; instead, he did all the work, pumping his hips and enjoying it, because his cock began to grow, pushing against Jax’s walls.
Jax could tell from the pattern of breaths that Tristan was riding the edge. Good, because with the way that cock was filling him, Jax was about to come hands-free.
With a harsh breath and a groan, Tristan squeezed his eyes shut, and Jax could feel him coming, the pulse of that cock stretching him perfectly. Pressing his forehead into Tristan’s shoulder, Jax gave himself up to sensation, and as his orgasm washed through him, it took some of his pain and tension with it.
This was definitely a great start to his birthday, even if it had left him so dazed that he could barely do his hair.
“That was a genius position,” Jax finally said once he could form full sentences.
“Consider it one of my gifts to you,” Tristan laughed, handing him his shirt as he finished getting dressed. “But I have a few more in the kitchen.”
“I’m always down for gifts!” Jax rubbed his hands together, following Tristan on somewhat noodly legs and grinning when he caught sight of them.
Sitting on the counter were several presents, including a large pastry box from Vice and Virtue, and a wrapped tube that had to be over five feet long.
“Whatisthis?” Jax picked up the latter. It was lighter than he expected, and something rattled back and forth inside.
“You have to open it and see.” Phone out, Tristan waited with excitement as Jax tore away the paper, and a long aluminum pole with a handle on one end and a pincher on the other slid out of the cardboard tube.
“Sick! A grabber tool!” Jax grasped the handle, dropping a piece of wrapping paper on the floor and picking it up with the gadget. “I used tohave one of these, until I broke it. But I’ll treat this one like gold, I promise!”
Tristan laughed, taking photo after photo. “I had it specially made for your height. And it has a hook to open drawers and a magnet at the tip.”
“Whoa, this ismuchbetter than what I had.” Glad that being on his toes wasn’t bothersome to his back, Jax gave Tristan a sweet kiss. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Open the next gift.” Tristan’s voice was still raspy, and if Jax wasn’t careful, then they’d end up in bed again, and he couldn’t miss his appointment.
“You’re spoiling me.” Jax smiled like a little kid.
“That’s my job.”
If Jax could, he’d bounce in happiness, but he did bend his knees a couple of times to show his excitement before opening the Vice and Virtue box, which held an assortment of Jax’s favorite pastries and a card that he picked up and opened.
“This is good for one laminated dough lesson in exchange for a ravioli tutorial? Wait,what?” Jax almost dropped it, putting his hand over his mouth. “How did you talk the owner into this?
“I just asked,” Tristan stroked his beard. “I mentioned that my boyfriend is a chef who makes the best ravioli in the world, and that you love her pastry dough. She was intrigued.”
“I don’t even have the words…I love this!” Jax let out a long breath of relief. “I’ll finally be able to nail my sfogliatelle!”
“I still don’t know what that is, but it sounds delicious.” Tristan shoved another gift into Jax’s hands, and by the time he was done opening everything, he had a rare assortment of teas that he couldn’t wait to try and a jacket that he’d been looking at online.
“How did you even know I wanted this?” Trying it on, Jax modeled it, loving how the fabric was artistically shredded as it reached his waist.
