Page 52 of Beyond the Hedge Maze

“You’re ridiculous.” Jesse’s heart flopped happily in his chest as he slowly turned. Oliver whistled, and Jesse’s cheeks warmed from the praise. He was no stranger to compliments, to being hit on, but with Oliver, it was different. He wanted to gobble up each compliment as they came, hungry and desperate for more.

“I’ve lost a lot of muscle weight since uni. You really missed me in my prime.”

Oliver stuck out his hand, and Jesse quickly shed his underwear before he took it and joined him on the bed. Oliver’s voice was soft as he replied, “You’re wrong about that.”

Jesse settled above Oliver, knees on either side of Oliver’s thighs. Gently, he took off Oliver’s glasses and put them on the top of the nightstand. “What happened to that cocky attitude?”

Oliver’s arms wrapped around Jesse’s shoulders, pulling him closer as he surged up, his lips meeting Jesse’s. Jesse sank into the kiss, his tongue finding Oliver’s as they exchanged breaths. Jesse lowered them down, letting his full weight rest on top of Oliver as they made out like they were teenagers again. Except now they had time. They had agency, privacy, experience.

Jesse felt himself subtly grinding against Oliver, and quickly stopped before he got carried away. He lifted his body off of Oliver’s and trailed his fingers down Oliver’s face. “There’s no pressure here. I just want to make you feel good. We’ll do whatever you want.”

Oliver turned his head to kiss the inside of Jesse’s wrist. “And if I told you I wanted you to fuck me?”

“I’d tell you that I’m on PrEP, I was tested about six months ago, and haven’t had a partner since.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while, but I haven’t been tested recently, either,” Oliver explained. He looked apprehensive.

Jesse bent down to kiss him. “There’s condoms in the drawer, if that’s what you want. And in the morning we can pop by the clinic together.”

“Do you always know the right thing to say?”

Jesse could feel a blush climb up his face, and he quickly kissed Oliver’s neck, hoping that it might go unnoticed. Oliver’s hands wandered, tracing invisible patterns across Jesse’s biceps and up along his shoulders.

Jesse shivered. It felt so good being touched by him, like he was finally home.

Jesse trailed open mouthed kisses down Oliver’s body, relishing in how Oliver reacted to him, noting the goosebumps that prickled along his torso. Oliver’s cock was already starting to harden again as Jesse quickly made himself comfortable between Oliver’s legs. He spared one last look up at Oliver, snagging a pillow from the front of the bed, encouraging Oliver to lift his hips.

“Can I tongue this pretty hole?”

“I cleaned up in the bathroom, so only if you wan—”

He tucked his arms under Oliver’s legs, spread his cheeks, and dove in.

Jesse and Oliver moaned in tandem at the first swipe of Jesse’s tongue. Oliver was so tight, the tip of Jesse’s tongue barely pushing through the first ring of muscle. He kissed and sucked along Oliver’s hole, getting sloppier as Oliver loosened up, murmuring incoherently above him. That rush of power zinged back through his body, lighting him up from the inside out.

He’d worked his tongue completely inside Oliver when something hit his right bicep and thudded against the mattress. From his peripheral, he noted the bottle of lube that was now at the foot of the bed.

Jesse playfully rolled his eyes as he uncapped the lube and generously coated two fingers. “Now look who’s being bossy.”

With his head resting on the inside of Oliver’s thigh, Jesse inserted a finger into Oliver’s hole. He watched Oliver’s expressions as he pushed his finger in and out, the way he scrunched his eyes closed, how his mouth fell open, the way the muscles in his neck flexed.

Jesse took his time working the digit in and out. Oliver had said it had been awhile, and Jesse wanted to prep him properly. He resisted the urge to grind against the mattress. One wrong move, and it would be over before it started.

“Another, Jesse, love.”

At Oliver’s urging, he did as he was told and added another, crooking them until he found Oliver’s prostate. He massaged it and bit down on Oliver’s inner thigh, not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to leave behind the imprints of his teeth.

“Maybe I’ll make you come again just from this, and then slowly fuck you until your spent cock gives me a third.”

“No more teasing. I want you,” Oliver whined. The desperation in his voice went straight to Jesse’s cock, impossibly hard and already leaking below him.

Jesse removed his fingers and got up on his knees, slotting himself between Oliver’s open legs. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few tugs, his eyes raking all over Oliver’s body. Oliver’s pupils were blown wide, his hair sticking up in the back from tossing and turning against the pillow. He tightly gripped the base of his cock and closed his eyes, trying to regulate his heart. He was already so close, and Oliver hadn’t even touched him.

Oliver sat up and grabbed the string of condoms. He ripped one off, and carefully opened the package before slipping the condom over Jesse’s cock. He gave it a few slow pumps up and down, and Jesse took a few deep breaths through his nose. “You’ve got to stop,” Jesse rasped. He was liable to embarrass himself at any second, walking the nearly nonexistent line of trying to savor the feeling while not allowing himself too much enjoyment.

Oliver’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued his slow torment. He knew with every pass what he was doing to Jesse, and it was obvious how much he loved tormenting him.

Jesse took the lube and coated his sheathed cock before lowering them both back to the mattress, positioning himself it at Oliver’s hole. “Ready?” he asked, his resolve beginning to unwind with Oliver spread out beneath him.