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Jed held him lightly, breathing in Remy’s warm scent like Remy seemed to be doing with him. Remy was reliably hard in the morning, and Jed could already feel him thrusting gently into the crease of his hip, maybe not even fully conscious of his movements.

“Want me to suck you off, babe?” Jed asked, feeling unaccountably tender and knowing it wouldn’t take more than a minute or two for Remy to come that way.

Maybe Remy would be patient enough to let Jed kiss down his body and rub his beard all over Remy’s thighs, which was something he’d never wanted to do before but thought about a lot now. They had twenty-four hours before they were going to be in a locker room again. Time enough for Remy to recover from the beard burn that showed almost immediately on his creamy skin.

“Wanna suck you off,” Remy insisted, oblivious to Jed’s thoughts. Jed still didn’t completely understand it, but Remy continued to show great enthusiasm for going down on him. And Jed certainly wasn’t going to deprive Remy of what he wanted this morning.

“Turn around and get down there, then. You can put your mouth on me for as long as you can last in mine.”

“Uh, that’s not fair.” Remy pulled back and frowned. “You know how fast I come when I haven’t come in a few days. Which I haven’t, because playing hockey is the worst and I thought I was going to die after that game against Pittsburgh and we’ve fallen asleep so quick every night since.”

“That’s my offer, take it or leave it.” Jed used the stern voice that always seemed to get Remy moving.

Sure enough, he gave Jed’s ear a nip and then scrambled around and pulled Jed’s cock out and licked an enthusiastic stripe up its whole length, while Jed pushed Remy’s briefs down and sucked hard on his tip, letting the salty taste of the precome that flooded his mouth ground him. He let Remy play with him for a while, since he seemed so eager for it, and then swallowed as much of Remy as he could. It was enough to make Remy shout and drop his head back and start thrusting into Jed’s mouth before he remembered to give Jed’s cock some more attention.

As predicted, it was over in a matter of minutes, Jed swallowing down Remy’s orgasm and Remy panting on his back before saying, in a determined voice, “Okay, it’s my turn now.”

“Uh-uh, I want you up here.” Jed pulled on Remy’s arm. So Remy came, like he always did when Jed asked, and turned up his face and let Jed feast on his mouth while he finished Jed off with his hand.

After, they lay in silence for what must have been a good ten minutes, Jed’s mind pleasantly empty, unconscious of anything except the weight of Remy against his side and the lingering taste in his mouth that he somehow didn’t mind.

“Jed?” Remy asked, pulling him back to the moment.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t always seem to like it when I blow you.”

“I like it.” Jed was fully alert now, wondering if they were finally going to have the conversation that made Remy change his mind about Jed being worth his time.

“But you didn’t let me finish. And you never ask for it. Is it, like, something I’m not doing that you want me to do? Something I’m doing that I should stop?” Remy sounded uncharacteristically unsure of himself, at least for when they were in bed together.

“No. Not at all. Why would you think that?” Jed thought maybe he sounded defensive, but he couldn’t help it. He knew this thing between him and Remy would probably burn out as quickly as it had flared to life, but damn it, for once, he didn’t want it to be that way.

“I’m asking because of what I said.” Remy’s hand was on Jed’s cheek, turning his face so that he could look Jed in the eye.

Jed had trouble meeting Remy’s gaze. He thought he’d shown Remy as thoroughly as he could how much he liked what they had together. Maybe that’s all he needed to say.

“I like what we do, Remy.”

“Just like what we do, eh?” Remy was only half-teasing, Jed thought.

The thing was, no one had ever asked him about it before. No one had been with him long enough, or cared enough, to notice. Hell, he’d barely noticed it, before Remy. It seemed almost impossible to Jed that someone as smart and sweet and gorgeous as Remy wanted him. And Jed felt a little sick with fear that if he told Remy how much he wanted whatever they were doing to last, he might scare Remy off. But he also didn’t want to leave Remy in any doubt.

“I more than like being with you, Remy.” He searched Remy’s eyes for a sign that he understood. “I maybe don’t need sex as much as you do, or want particular things the same way as you, but never doubt that I want to be with you, okay?”

Remy still looked unsure, and Jed got it. He’d heard how some guys talked about getting off, like it was all they could think about. That wasn’t him and never would be.

“Look, it’s always been like this for me. It’s not that I don’t like coming or that you don’t make me feel good, but—” He fumbled for the right words. He’d never tried to put words to these thoughts before. “I guess I like the rest of it just as much. More, sometimes. Kissing you, hearing the sounds you make, seeing how fucking into it you get. I don’t want you to change, okay? I don’t want anything about what we do to change.”

Jed’s throat started to close up as the worry stayed on Remy’s face. Maybe this was where Remy started to realize that Jed wasn’t what he’d imagined.

“Okay.” Remy examined him carefully with those big brown eyes that Jed was getting to know so well. “I mean, it feels like you like what we do when we’re doing it. Just, I like us, too, okay? A lot.” He looked embarrassed, like he felt like he’d said too much. “And I can learn, if I’m not doing what you need. And if you’re not into something, I want to know that you’ll tell me.”

“I will. And you are doing what I need.” Jed kissed Remy’s forehead, relieved but not quite believing that Remy was going to let this go so easily. “I mean it, alright?”

“Okay,” Remy said again. And then, with some of his confidence back, “Or should that be okay, sir? Because you didn’t mention how you like to use your don’t-fuck-with-me voice to make me beg, but I think that may be your favorite part.”

“Hmm.” It was not Jed’s favorite part, but he did like it a lot more than he’d realized he would. “There is something about you doing what I tell you.”