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“No, no, just . . . My God.” Owen pushes himself up, breathing still labored. “You didn’t come.”

Owen hears Jacob chuckle. “I think you were a little distracted.”

Then Owen brushes his hair away from his face, diving forward. Jacob doesn’t keep himself as trimmed as Owen prefers to, which is just how Owen likes it. He’s always loved Jacob’s body hair and the wild abundance of it. He feels Jacob’s breath hitch against his hole as he dips his tongue in, flicking it against Jacob’s top growth, causing the man underneath him to shiver. It’s just big enough for Owen to take it into his mouth, head bobbing up and down.

“Fuck, baby . . .” He tries to rock his hips, but Owen hooks his own arms around Jacob’s thighs, locking the man in place.

Well, as best he can.

Owen uses his tongue to fuck into Jacob, keeping it pointed so that he can work Jacob open, just how he likes. Jacob starts to whine, desperate sounds that only drive Owen further toward his desire to see Jacob come. He lets out a gasp when he feels Jacob spreading his cheeks, licking Owen’s hole again.

“Whew . . .” Owen huffs, continuing to rub himself against Jacob’s beard. He’s going to come again; he knows that he can. Jacob used to love torturing him, seeing just how many times he could get Owen to climax.

His record is three.

This time, when Owen leans back in, he uses his fingers along with his tongue, spreading Jacob’s folds further as he sucks on Jacob again, working himself back and forth.

“Fuck, baby . . .” Jacob gasps. “I’m close.”

Owen rocks his hips, riding Jacob’s tongue. “Me too.” He works his fingers deeper into Jacob, pressing against his nerves, licking at his cunt again.

“Fuck, Owen . . . that’s . . .” Jacob grunts, humping Owen’s face as he comes.

It’s all the permission Owen needs to find his second climax of the night. The room is heavy with warm air, the windows fogged, the light from the lamp casting warm shadows against the wall. Owen breathes, letting Jacob help him move his legs from around him so that he can fall next to Jacob on the bed.

“Whew . . .” Jacob brushes his hair away from his face.

“I think I need another shower,” Owen tells him, his body sticky and slick with sweat.

“Yeah, just . . . give me a second.”

Owen sputters, tapping Jacob on the shoulder. “Come on, grandpa.”

“Hey! You’re the one with the cane.”

“And you’re the one with gray hairs,” Owen teases, leaning over to kiss Jacob on the cheek. “Come on. Get up.”

“Ugh, fine.” Jacob shifts out of bed, taking Owen’s outstretched hand when it’s offered to him.

Chapter Nineteen

Trying Something New

The two of them are immediately detained once they’re off the plane in Seattle.

Granted, they voluntarily surrendered themselves to the TSA agents who were waiting for them, just like they were instructed to. But that doesn’t make the experience any less painful. Even with Dani’s connections, the interviews in Juneau had been extensive. They’d both been required to go in-depth about their jobs, educations, romantic and sexual histories. They were asked what sorts of shows they liked to watch, books they read, who they follow online, even going so far as to force Owen to show off his art to make sure there were no “obvious red flags.”

Thankfully, after a few additional phone calls—and hours spent in the most uncomfortable chairs ever—the TSA finally relented, and they were given permission to board their flight to Seattle, exchanging one uncomfortable seat for another. And of course there was turbulence, because why wouldn’t there be?

The interview in Seattle takes less time. Owen can only assume that someone somewhere actually did their job and made it clear that neither of them were a threat, but they’re still asked a lot of questions.

“That was worse than my thesis presentation,” Jacob says as they’re finally escorted out of security.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Owen assures him, feeling the exhaustion of the day.

“No, but just let me be dramatic!” Jacob protests. “We’ve been through a lot today.”

“Do you want to get some dinner?” Owen asks him. “We’ve got a lot of time to kill.”