The invitation caught Jacob off guard. He had expected, and would admit he probably deserved, another rejection. His libido jeered, “I told you so,” in the direction of the rest of his brain. He tried to tug Simon back down and nipped at the curve of Simon’s lower lip.
“We could stay here,” he said. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
That time the wet and sloppy kiss pushed Jacob back down into the cushions. Simon’s mouth crushed down on Jacob’s, scraped teeth and stole his breath on a gasp…. He ran his hand up Jacob’s thigh and squeezed the hard bulge of his cock through his jeans. The rough caress made Jacob groan and dragged his hips up off the couch in an aching, physical demand formore.
“Fuck,” Jacob groaned into Simon’s mouth and dragged the word out over his tongue with the last of the air in his lungs. The next hot and heady breath he took was stolen straight from Simon’s mouth. “The bedroom’s a long way away.”
“Two minutes.”
“We’d need to take trail mix.”
Simon’s mouth arched against Jacob’s with a sly curve of humor, and he flexed his fingers in a lazy caress. “It’s where the lube is.”
“Fine,” Jacob drawled with mock resentment. “You’ve talked me into it.”
Simon rocked back on his heels and stood up in a single fluid motion. His muscles clenched and stretched with elegant efficiency. For a second, Jacob just sprawled back on the couch and admired the moonlit view of six foot and a bit of lean, practical muscle. Simon looked like the sort of arty gray-scale nude you could hang on the wall and not scandalize your vaguely homophobic aunt.
Well, the heavy erection tenting the front of Simon’s white silk boxers might give Auntie Julie a bit of a turn. Fuck her, though. She was cheap as well as a bigot, so it wasn’t even worth keeping her sweet for presents.
“You coming or not?” Simon asked.
Jacob gave him a sloping lazy grin. “Just admiring the view.”
Simon crossed his arms over his chest. “Take your time.”
“Naw. Done now.”
Jacob scrambled to his feet. He was a lot less graceful than Simon had been and not helped by the ache in his balls as his jeans creased over his groin, but he still got there. He dragged his shirt off and tossed it behind him. For once, Simon didn’t complain that the floor wasn’t where clothes lived. He just hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jacob’s jeans and tugged him closer.
That was definitely where Jacob wanted to be, but….
“Bad decision, or… chew your arm off in the morning bad decision?” he asked.
Simon shrugged his shoulder—the off-kilter slope that ran from his good shoulder down to his scarred one. “My decision.”
That was good enough. Jacob let Simon reel him in, chewed a kiss into his unscarred shoulder, and licked salt from skin pulled tight over a hard slab of muscle. He reached around, slid his hands down the back of Simon’s boxers, and grabbed his ass.
“I like your ass,” he said.
Simon caught Jacob’s face in his hands and tilted it back as his thumbs grazed over the bony line of Jacob’s cheekbones. He stared at him for a second and then scraped an impatient kiss over Jacob’s mouth, hard enough to bruise his lips. Jacob pulled him closer and dug his fingers into the curve of Simon’s firm muscle and flesh until he could feel the hard jut of Simon’s cock pressed against his stomach.
“I like you,” Simon said. His mouth twitched with wicked amusement. “Although that could be the drink talking.”
They stumbled into the bedroom between kisses and gropes and nearly tripped over the dog as it made itself scarce. The open curtains let in enough light to illuminate the large bare room. Other than the bed—king-size, memory-foam, and 600-count Egyptian-cotton sheets of luxury—the hotel room the other night had more character.
Simon twisted around long enough to close the door after them, and Jacob took advantage of the moment to lean into Simon’s back. He wrapped his arms around Simon’s lean stomach, pressed a kiss to his scarred shoulder, and the heat of his skin and the rough texture of the scars like threads against his lips. It was a tentative touch at first—sometimes Simon liked it, sometimes it made him tense—but the sharp hiss of reaction encouraged Jacob to let his mouth wander.
“Not into dogging, then?” he teased, and the words slid between his lips and wet skin.
He felt the groan drag itself up from Simon’s diaphragm. “That’s bad.”
Jacob snorted. “You were in the Marines,” he said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Simon’s boxers. The cool silk bunched under his fingers and then slid down over Simon’s hips and freed his cock. “You’ve heard worse.”
“No. Marines only make jokes when they’re funny.” His voice cracked on the last word, and his breath caught in his throat as Jacob wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock. “Fuck, Jake.”
Jacob dragged his hand back and felt the stretch and slide of delicate skin under his fingers. “That’s the idea.”
Simon’s long weight settled against Jacob—not quite leaning, but relaxed. Simon reached around and gripped Jacob’s thigh with one hand for support as he swore between clenched teeth. After a few teasing strokes, Jacob let go of Simon’s cock and cupped his balls instead. He fondled them and squeezed carefully to feel the tightening twitch of the sac up toward Simon’s body.
