He reached for his waistband.
“That‟s okay. You don‟t have to.”
“No. I owe you.”
“You don‟t „owe‟ me anything. I want you to know that. Things don‟t have to be
perfectly equal between us, and you don‟t ever have to do anything you‟re not in the
mood to do.”
“Maybe I want to.” Jabez hooked a finger in his waistband and pulled him closer.
Andreas smiled and let him free his cock and grasp it in his hand. “I‟m not going
to turn you down, but you understand what I mean about not feeling obligated, right?”
“Right.” He shut him up with a kiss. Andreas could babble about no obligation all
he wanted to, but Jabez knew he owed him his life.
He pulled Andreas‟s erection with hard jerks, rough, the same way he‟d do it for
himself, and soon he was swallowing the other man‟s groans. Breaking off the kiss,
Jabez watched his face, the fine, even features, straight dark brows, and riotous black
curls—his pretty, young prince.
“Like it hard?” he whispered as the friction built between his hot, oiled palm and
Andreas‟s shaft. “Like it rough?” A flutter of arousal stirred in his belly again, although
his cock was still limp.
“Yes, yes.” Andreas‟s moans increased with the rapid tugging of Jabez‟s hand.
“Come on then. Come, bitch.” Jabez continued to mutter encouragement and slurs
that whipped Andreas into a frenzy. His hips jerked, and he thrust into Jabez‟s fist. He
groaned as he came at last, spurting warm jets of cum over Jabez‟s knuckles.
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Jabez kept his arm around his back, supporting him as he swayed on buckling
knees. He gazed at the blissful expression that made the other man‟s face practically
glow. Only when Andreas‟s eyelids fluttered, then opened, did he finally let him go.
Jabez examined the spunk on the back of his hand and licked it clean while staring
into Andreas‟s eyes. The air between them vibrated with something—not sexual tension
since they‟d both released it, but something—and the sensation made him anxious. It
was time to put some distance between them.
He jerked his thumb at the abandoned knife on the floor. “We‟ll work on this
later.” Without another word, he walked from the room.
Cage Match
57
Chapter Seven
Living with Jabez was like being in the eye of a hurricane—momentarily calm but
with winds whipping to a frenzy if Andreas stepped out of that zone. No. It was more
like climbing up a slippery sand dune—three steps forward, then a slide back down.
Jabez had been living with him for over a week now, and Andreas loved having
him there; loved the amazing sex and the flashes of friendship he occasionally allowed,
but hated the inevitable shutdown that followed every glimmer of a connection.
Andreas found the analogy he‟d been searching for—a turtle. All he could do was wait
for Jabez to emerge from his shell and maybe try to coax him out with a lettuce leaf. He
couldn‟t poke or drag him out.
He realized he was making some headway one evening when Jabez volunteered
some personal information without a prompt. Andreas had been trying to get him to
choose which audio book they‟d listen to that evening. Usually, Jabez would randomly
point at the screen and say, “that one,” but finally he‟d admitted the truth. “I can‟t
read.”
“Oh.” Andreas felt like an idiot for not figuring it out before. Of course he
couldn‟t. Who would have taught him? He‟d lived on the street since he was a child,
and had no formal education. “I could teach you, if you‟d like to learn.”
“Yeah?” Jabez cocked a brow, looking doubtful.
“Sure. If I can learn to fight, you can learn to read.”
“Who says you‟ve learned to fight?” His rare smile was like unexpected sunlight
on a gloomy day and made Andreas‟s heart flip-flop in a way that was becoming a
habit.
“Hey, you said I was improving.”
“Maybe enough to beat up your candy-ass friend
“That‟s okay. You don‟t have to.”
“No. I owe you.”
“You don‟t „owe‟ me anything. I want you to know that. Things don‟t have to be
perfectly equal between us, and you don‟t ever have to do anything you‟re not in the
mood to do.”
“Maybe I want to.” Jabez hooked a finger in his waistband and pulled him closer.
Andreas smiled and let him free his cock and grasp it in his hand. “I‟m not going
to turn you down, but you understand what I mean about not feeling obligated, right?”
“Right.” He shut him up with a kiss. Andreas could babble about no obligation all
he wanted to, but Jabez knew he owed him his life.
He pulled Andreas‟s erection with hard jerks, rough, the same way he‟d do it for
himself, and soon he was swallowing the other man‟s groans. Breaking off the kiss,
Jabez watched his face, the fine, even features, straight dark brows, and riotous black
curls—his pretty, young prince.
“Like it hard?” he whispered as the friction built between his hot, oiled palm and
Andreas‟s shaft. “Like it rough?” A flutter of arousal stirred in his belly again, although
his cock was still limp.
“Yes, yes.” Andreas‟s moans increased with the rapid tugging of Jabez‟s hand.
“Come on then. Come, bitch.” Jabez continued to mutter encouragement and slurs
that whipped Andreas into a frenzy. His hips jerked, and he thrust into Jabez‟s fist. He
groaned as he came at last, spurting warm jets of cum over Jabez‟s knuckles.
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Jabez kept his arm around his back, supporting him as he swayed on buckling
knees. He gazed at the blissful expression that made the other man‟s face practically
glow. Only when Andreas‟s eyelids fluttered, then opened, did he finally let him go.
Jabez examined the spunk on the back of his hand and licked it clean while staring
into Andreas‟s eyes. The air between them vibrated with something—not sexual tension
since they‟d both released it, but something—and the sensation made him anxious. It
was time to put some distance between them.
He jerked his thumb at the abandoned knife on the floor. “We‟ll work on this
later.” Without another word, he walked from the room.
Cage Match
57
Chapter Seven
Living with Jabez was like being in the eye of a hurricane—momentarily calm but
with winds whipping to a frenzy if Andreas stepped out of that zone. No. It was more
like climbing up a slippery sand dune—three steps forward, then a slide back down.
Jabez had been living with him for over a week now, and Andreas loved having
him there; loved the amazing sex and the flashes of friendship he occasionally allowed,
but hated the inevitable shutdown that followed every glimmer of a connection.
Andreas found the analogy he‟d been searching for—a turtle. All he could do was wait
for Jabez to emerge from his shell and maybe try to coax him out with a lettuce leaf. He
couldn‟t poke or drag him out.
He realized he was making some headway one evening when Jabez volunteered
some personal information without a prompt. Andreas had been trying to get him to
choose which audio book they‟d listen to that evening. Usually, Jabez would randomly
point at the screen and say, “that one,” but finally he‟d admitted the truth. “I can‟t
read.”
“Oh.” Andreas felt like an idiot for not figuring it out before. Of course he
couldn‟t. Who would have taught him? He‟d lived on the street since he was a child,
and had no formal education. “I could teach you, if you‟d like to learn.”
“Yeah?” Jabez cocked a brow, looking doubtful.
“Sure. If I can learn to fight, you can learn to read.”
“Who says you‟ve learned to fight?” His rare smile was like unexpected sunlight
on a gloomy day and made Andreas‟s heart flip-flop in a way that was becoming a
habit.
“Hey, you said I was improving.”
“Maybe enough to beat up your candy-ass friend
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