“No?”
“Unless you’re in a hurry.”
“I’m not,” he says.
“I’m glad,” I whisper.
I wrap my arms around him and keep him close, and he knows exactly how to move against me without ever having done it before. It should scare me, probably—how much I don’t have the upper hand in a situation that might’ve guaranteed it—but I trust Jake implicitly, and I’m too fucking hard to care about anything else.
He’s hard too, his cock sliding against mine while we kiss and moan into each other’s mouths. My hands coast over his strong back and to the curve of his ass, and I use my leverage there to keep us rocking almost lazily, one of my legs hooked around his because I want him to stay.
“I didn’t—this wasn’t something I’d thought about,” Jake says, the scrape of his beard welcome when he kisses my neck. “It feels so good, but it’s been a long time, and I think I skipped ahead to the rest of what might happen.”
“This feels fucking incredible, and whenever you want, we can both come like this. But I want to know about whatever else you’ve been thinking about.”
He props himself up on one elbow, his grin both confident and full of doubt. “I’m not sure what to say. Dirty talk has never been a habit of mine.”
“It doesn’t have to be a habit, but a couple of filthy words from you could fuel my dreams for weeks.”
“The gallery restroom wasn’t helpful enough?”
Well, he’s got me there, actually. Jake’s perfect, and the weight of his dick on my tongue and his balls in my hand are what I’ll remember the next time I’m bored or lonely. I’d suck him off again now, but tonight’s only sort of about me, and I distract myself by touching my fingers to his lips and pushing him to talk again.
“Did you think about getting your mouth around my cock? How slow you’ll go at first? Feeling that stretch in your jaw?” I ask. “None of that’s too dirty. You can tell me that much.”
He disappears on me—or slips away, I guess—moving down my body until he’s close enough that he could swallow me whole. I hold my breath, fully aware that there’s a fine line between encouraging this and scaring him off entirely, but my cock is still resting against my stomach, heavy and waiting. Jake runs his finger along the entire length of it, base to sticky tip, and watches it jerk in response when he plays with my foreskin.
“So far, everything has been familiar to me,” he says. “Familiar enough, anyway. Kissing, grinding—yeah, obviously you feeldifferent, but it’s not totally foreign. Same with when you made me come earlier. And this—touching you like this. I’ve touched myself, and even if it’s not the same thing, I’m not afraid of it.” Jake takes my dick in his hand then, stroking it slowly and proving a point that didn’t need proving. “I’ve been attracted to you for years, and I would’ve been okay with never doing anything about that. But now that we’re here? Yeah, I’m vibrating out of my skin, but there’s really only one thing that feels completely new. Only one thing I really don’t know how to do. And it’s everything you just said.”
“Yousay it. Please.”
Jake’s hand stills when he lowers his head, his exhale warm against my dick when his lips just barely land there. “I’ve thought about getting my mouth around your cock.”
It’s the last thing he says before he moves to do exactly that, and I struggle to keep my eyes open so I don’t miss a second of it. He doesn’t go much further than the tip, and when I curve my hand around the back of his head, I need him to know it’s not because I’m demanding more.
“Take your time. Try anything you think would feel good to you,” I say, and between the encouragement and instruction directed at him, I slow down to feel the pressure from Jake's mouth. He's teasing me, even if that's not his intention. He's different from Brendan and a hundred men like him, even if it's all the same. It leaves me close to dizzy over sensations I know well, and I squeeze my eyes shut while I regain control. “You’re so fucking hot, and your tongue already feels so good, but I’m not gonnacome down your throat tonight, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
That has him pulling away, which is the opposite of what I was going for, but I open my eyes to a string of spit from my cock to his lip, and it’s sinful enough that I can’t care about the sudden distance between us.
“Because you don’t want to come like that, or because you think I don’t want you to?”
“You already said I’m gonna upend your life, and I already admitted I rarely ask permission first,” I point out. “If my plan for tonight was to make you swallow my load, I’d say so. But what I really want is to come all over myself while you’re fucking me, so unless you’ve got an objection to that, you can keep fulfilling a few of your secret fantasies until you’re ready to fulfill at least one of mine.”
Jake’s moan is perfectly timed with the bob of his head, and it takes all my self-control to keep from thrusting even further into his mouth when he actively sucks halfway down my dick. He gags for a split second, but recovers without any concern from me, and then he finds a rhythm he matches with the slick twist of his hand. My fingers are still buried in his hair, but I’m content with the pace he’s set. When he slows to lick me from taint to tip, the drag of his beard intentionally wicked, I think maybe he needs no guidance at all.
“JesusChrist,” I hiss. “If you’re trying to change my mind, you’re well on your way.”
He chuckles, and that turns me on, too. “No, Ilike what you had in mind.”
“Oh? You gonna repeat that one back?”
I get my dick sucked more first, Jake still learning but quick about it. At Trailhead, he doesn’t require much of my attention, and I’ve never felt the need to go out of my way to give it, but everything has changed tonight, if not every night since Jake’s accident. I can’t look away and wouldn’t try anyway, and Jake isn’t being quiet enough to make me think I should.
And then he finally presses his tongue to me one last time and lets me go.
“I want you to come while I fuck you.”