lube over his hole, pushing some in with a swipe of a thumb.
Jamie hated getting prepped from this end. He could finger-fuck a guy for a long time, watch his face shift, find the spots and the twist to make him start to come apart, even bring him off like that, nothing more than the friction and right place inside, maybe Jamie’s mouth for a little incentive. But when his ass was the one getting ready, he’d just as soon take the burn of stretching around a cock instead. He felt like a turkey being basted.
Reaching down and back, he shoved Gavin’s hand away and found his dick, aiming it at his ass, and Gavin didn’t need any more of an instructional diagram than that.
Gavin’s legs were braced outside Jamie’s to get their hips to match up, but even without his legs staying close together, Jamie knew how tight he’d feel around Gavin’s dick. It had been a really long time.
“Fuck.”
The word stuttered into Jamie’s ear as he pushed back, working to get Gavin inside, to move them to friction, past this place where everything felt awkward and painful.
“I realize how much you like to drive, but can you let me have the wheel for a second?” Gavin’s voice was choked off, like he was the one trying to open around a hard dick.
Jamie let his breath out, willing himself to relax. Gavin pulled out, and Jamie heard the snap on the cap of lube again and ground his teeth in frustration.
“Close your eyes and think of England,” Gavin murmured as he pressed forward again.
Jamie barely had a second to wonder what the fuck that meant when Gavin found the right angle and they were there. Mostly there. Jamie was still processing the burn, but it was fading in a deep pulse of pleasure.
Gavin arched back, then in, all the way this time, hips moving in a swivel that sent his balls swinging against Jamie’s and touched off all kinds of explosions inside. Jamie stretched his hands over his head, palms flat against the tiled surface, and waited, willing Gavin to move, to fuck, to stop making Jamie feel like he could only breathe when Gavin did because they were that tightly meshed.
Gavin stroked his palms down from Jamie’s shoulders, along his ribs, back up to rub across Jamie’s nipples.
Every breath huffed into the clouds of steam seemed to move them a little, just enough to make Jamie want it harder, deeper, now. Maybe that was the game, to see if Jamie would beg for it.
He swallowed, and his voice came out a bit rough, but he was proud of the effort. “You know, I think moving is key to this whole fucking thing.”
“This doesn’t feel good?” Gavin kissed under Jamie’s ear while rubbing circles over his nipples with hard palms.
“What is this, Fucking For Slackers?”
Gavin let out a bass laugh that Jamie felt everywhere, especially as solid pulses inside his ass, then clamped an arm across Jamie’s chest to the opposite shoulder like a lifesaving tow. “Have it your way.”
The strokes were hard, deep, long, and Jamie was glad of the hold that kept his head from slamming into the tiles. But it was good, and Jamie liked it like this, bodies slamming together, a little pain every time Gavin bottomed out, and the endless rush of pleasure from the friction. Jamie could do this until his ass went numb, riding out the sensations, letting Gavin fuck himself to orgasm.
Then Gavin’s motion shifted, and he started shorter strokes, nailing Jamie’s gland, hips pistoning for maximum horsepower, and damn, this was good too. Sent him right up the ramp, and it wouldn’t take much stroking to put him over.
“Don’t.” Gavin hummed the word into Jamie’s ear.
Was he nuts? Fuck it. This was too good to back off from. Gavin could take his time after Jamie was done.
“Switch,” Gavin panted and stepped back.
“Now?” Jamie cranked his head to stare over his shoulder. His legs were barely holding him up. He doubted he could manage anything like a decent fuck.
Gavin turned Jamie to face him. “As
Jamie hated getting prepped from this end. He could finger-fuck a guy for a long time, watch his face shift, find the spots and the twist to make him start to come apart, even bring him off like that, nothing more than the friction and right place inside, maybe Jamie’s mouth for a little incentive. But when his ass was the one getting ready, he’d just as soon take the burn of stretching around a cock instead. He felt like a turkey being basted.
Reaching down and back, he shoved Gavin’s hand away and found his dick, aiming it at his ass, and Gavin didn’t need any more of an instructional diagram than that.
Gavin’s legs were braced outside Jamie’s to get their hips to match up, but even without his legs staying close together, Jamie knew how tight he’d feel around Gavin’s dick. It had been a really long time.
“Fuck.”
The word stuttered into Jamie’s ear as he pushed back, working to get Gavin inside, to move them to friction, past this place where everything felt awkward and painful.
“I realize how much you like to drive, but can you let me have the wheel for a second?” Gavin’s voice was choked off, like he was the one trying to open around a hard dick.
Jamie let his breath out, willing himself to relax. Gavin pulled out, and Jamie heard the snap on the cap of lube again and ground his teeth in frustration.
“Close your eyes and think of England,” Gavin murmured as he pressed forward again.
Jamie barely had a second to wonder what the fuck that meant when Gavin found the right angle and they were there. Mostly there. Jamie was still processing the burn, but it was fading in a deep pulse of pleasure.
Gavin arched back, then in, all the way this time, hips moving in a swivel that sent his balls swinging against Jamie’s and touched off all kinds of explosions inside. Jamie stretched his hands over his head, palms flat against the tiled surface, and waited, willing Gavin to move, to fuck, to stop making Jamie feel like he could only breathe when Gavin did because they were that tightly meshed.
Gavin stroked his palms down from Jamie’s shoulders, along his ribs, back up to rub across Jamie’s nipples.
Every breath huffed into the clouds of steam seemed to move them a little, just enough to make Jamie want it harder, deeper, now. Maybe that was the game, to see if Jamie would beg for it.
He swallowed, and his voice came out a bit rough, but he was proud of the effort. “You know, I think moving is key to this whole fucking thing.”
“This doesn’t feel good?” Gavin kissed under Jamie’s ear while rubbing circles over his nipples with hard palms.
“What is this, Fucking For Slackers?”
Gavin let out a bass laugh that Jamie felt everywhere, especially as solid pulses inside his ass, then clamped an arm across Jamie’s chest to the opposite shoulder like a lifesaving tow. “Have it your way.”
The strokes were hard, deep, long, and Jamie was glad of the hold that kept his head from slamming into the tiles. But it was good, and Jamie liked it like this, bodies slamming together, a little pain every time Gavin bottomed out, and the endless rush of pleasure from the friction. Jamie could do this until his ass went numb, riding out the sensations, letting Gavin fuck himself to orgasm.
Then Gavin’s motion shifted, and he started shorter strokes, nailing Jamie’s gland, hips pistoning for maximum horsepower, and damn, this was good too. Sent him right up the ramp, and it wouldn’t take much stroking to put him over.
“Don’t.” Gavin hummed the word into Jamie’s ear.
Was he nuts? Fuck it. This was too good to back off from. Gavin could take his time after Jamie was done.
“Switch,” Gavin panted and stepped back.
“Now?” Jamie cranked his head to stare over his shoulder. His legs were barely holding him up. He doubted he could manage anything like a decent fuck.
Gavin turned Jamie to face him. “As
Similar Books
