Page 51 of Beyond the Hedge Maze

“I might have.”

Jesse fiddled with the fabric, running his fingers underneath. “Can I take these off?”

Oliver was looking down at him as he nodded in assent, eyes hooded, his glasses slipping down his nose. Jesse wanted to tell him to pause for one second. He wanted to tell him to stay right where he was, to hold that look so he could take a picture and keep it forever.

Oliver’s hands weaved back through Jesse’s hair as Jesse slipped the jock down Oliver’s legs. Once removed, Oliver pulled him closer until Jesse’s hot breath was centimeters from Oliver’s cock. “Eager, are we?”

“Jesse, I swear to fuck, if you don’t—” Jesse’s mouth was on him before he could finish the rest of his sentence. His tongue slid down Oliver’s foreskin to the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and back up again. When he got to the tip, he wrapped his lips tightly around Oliver’s head, sucking hard. “Oh my God, yes. Do that again.” Jesse tried not to laugh, utterly delighted at how confident Oliver was. He eagerly complied, sucking on the tip of his cock like it was a piece of candy.

Jesse scooted his knees closer to the couch to keep his balance and free up his hands. He relaxed his throat, trying to take as much of Oliver’s long, thin cock as he could, his tongue running down the length of him and back up, as he began to bob his head. Oliver hit the back of his throat and Jesse gagged, constricting around Oliver’s cock and making him moan. “It feels so good…fuck, I’m not going to last long.”

Good.

He didn’t want Oliver to hold back. Jesse wanted him to come. And then he wanted to take him apart all over again.

Jesse briefly pulled away to spit in his hand. He firmly gripped the base of Oliver’s cock and lifted his gaze to the man above him. Oliver’s eyes were screwed shut, his lip trapped underneath his teeth, his breathing labored and uneven. Jesse gave the head of his cock one final suck before taking him down. His hand slipped up Oliver’s shaft, meeting his lips at each pass as he continued sucking Oliver off.

Oliver’s cock twitched in the back of Jesse’s throat so he swallowed, mentally absorbing every sound Oliver made above him. Each little noise was a head rush, the power intoxicating.

With his free hand, Jesse took both of Oliver’s balls and rolled them between his fingers, making him groan. The grip he had on Jesse’s hair was bordering on painful, but Jesse was all in. He wanted to make Oliver feel good, wanted to savor the taste of him. He was willing to suffer through a bit of pain for Oliver’s pleasure.

“I’m going to come, Jesse. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He doubled his efforts, watching Oliver above him throw his head back, his chest heaving. And when Oliver came down Jesse’s throat, Jesse eagerly swallowed every last drop, wasting nothing.

Jesse pulled off Oliver’s spent cock and leaned back on his heels. There was a blush spreading down Oliver’s neck as he caught his breath. “It’s been awhile,” he said with a bashful look on his face.

Jesse felt like a zealot worshiping at the feet of his chosen savior. He would do anything for him, anything to keep that satisfied look on his face. It suited Oliver, being relaxed and happy, and Jesse hadn’t seen near enough of it.

Reluctantly, Jesse grasped the tops of Oliver’s knees and used them to help push himself off the ground. Oliver, still seated, reached for the button of his jeans, but Jesse stopped him. He grabbed Oliver’s wrists and brought them to his lips, kissing the inside of each one. “We’re not in a rush.”

Oliver’s brow furrowed. “You don’t want me to?” he asked.

He pulled Oliver to stand and quickly lifted him into his arms, cradling Oliver’s ass between his palms. Oliver made a small sound of protest, but his eyes were pleased as he wrapped his legs around Jesse’s waist. Jesse walked them to the back of the flat towards his bedroom. “Believe me, I want you to.”

Oliver kissed the tip of Jesse’s nose. “Are you getting shy on me, Alvarez?”

“In your dreams.”

“I’ll make a note in my diary when I recount the events of tonight. Handsome, but buckles under pressure. Wouldn’t do well in high stress situations. Sad, really; he has the body of an athlete.”

Jesse threw his head back and laughed, and Oliver took it as an opportunity to latch on to the exposed skin of his neck. He alternated between biting and sucking the sensitive skin, and Jesse vowed to wear the bruise with pride. He’d let Oliver mark his entire body if that’s what he wanted.

Oliver continued to kiss up and down the expanse of his neck, Jesse’s footsteps faltering as he maneuvered them around the dark bedroom. The air felt slightly stale—too many weeks had gone by without the flat receiving any attention, but he knew the sheets were at the very least, clean.

Jesse placed Oliver on the bed and flipped on the nightstand lamp while Oliver made himself comfortable in the middle of the mattress, folding his arms behind his head and flexing his toes. Jesse shook his head and smiled as he rummaged through the nightstand drawer, exhaling in relief when he found a string of condoms and a half empty bottle of lube. He set both on the top of the nightstand within arm’s reach.

Oliver was watching him in the dim light when he feigned a yawn. “I’m going to fall asleep if you don’t do something interesting soon.”

Jesse had been painfully hard since they left the restaurant. It was taking every bit of his self-control to go slow, to make the moment last as long as possible. He’d waited a decade to have Oliver naked and spread out for him. The sight of him stretched out on his bed, was a fantasy he had revisited over and over during all the years without him.

He took his time leisurely unbuttoning each button of his shirt at the side of the bed.

Oliver unfolded his arms and rose up on his elbows when Jesse’s shirt finally dropped to the floor. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Next Jesse removed his jeans, slowly stepping out of each leg until he was left only in boxer briefs that clung tightly to his thighs.

“Do a spin for me,” Oliver demanded.