free of Jake’s grip. “Use your fingers.”
“To eat or wank with?” Jake called after him as Louis moved into the lounge.
He picked up Jake’s shirt from the floor, returned to the bedroom, and tossed it at him. “Whichever you prefer.”
Jake glared at him. Louis lowered his gaze and retreated to set the table. This was all wrong. He shouldn’t blame Jake for Carter’s behavior. Or rather, the depravity going on inside his own head watching an oblivious Jake with another man the way he’d once watched an ecstatic Carter with other men. He shouldn’t take out his frustration on Jake. He’d have to apologize. None of this had anything to do with him. Louis poured them both a glass of wine, then set about unwrapping their supper. They’d eat straight off the paper, which was something he hadn’t done in years.
A few moments later Jake hobbled out of the bedroom with a slightly awkward gait. He only had his shirt on, the bottom two buttons fastened, leaving a wide strip of bare torso. His dick was clearly visible through the shirttails. He’d obviously decided against taking matters into his own hands.
He slumped down into the chair, grabbed a sachet of ketchup, and swamped his chips in a solid layer thick as a blanket. He picked one up and popped it into his mouth, the sulk melting away as his eyelids fluttered. After he chewed and swallowed, his tongue came out to swipe the traces of ketchup from his lips.
“What?” Jake scowled, still moody when he caught Louis watching him. “Have I got sauce around my mouth?”
“No.”
“Are you thinking about tomorrow?”
“What’s happening tomorrow?”
Jake’s scowl deepened. “Uni happens. Us never seeing each other again happens. You know that.”
Louis was more than aware that twenty-four hours from now, he’d be alone again. Rattling around in this place not knowing what to do with himself. Wasting time until he had to go home. “I’d rather think of anything but tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Jake made an effort to lose the scowl. “I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to spoil the rest of our time together.”
“I will miss you, you know.”
Jake looked doubtful. “Will you?”
“More than I should.” More than I want to . He took a swallow of wine. The liquid slicked thick and bitter over his tongue. He pushed his glass away.
“Remember our first night together at this table?” Jake picked up another chip. “You were playing hard to get.”
“And you were playing impossible to get rid of.” Louis grinned before crunching down on a thick piece of batter.
“My persistence paid off. I’ve had the best month. I mean, apart from your mum. Shit. Sorry, Louis.”
“Don’t be. You made my stay here tolerable. I want to thank you. In fact…” He stood and wiped his greasy hands down his T-shirt. Now seemed like an ideal time to try again with his gift.
“In fact what?” Jake stared at him, a chip poised in his fingers. A dribble of ketchup splashed onto his belly, closely followed by another dollop, which hit his chest. “Fuck.” He gazed down at himself. “I’m such a messy eater.” He dabbed at the blobs with his shirttails.
“No. Let me.” Louis sank to his knees, pulled the last two buttons apart, and moved in to lick the splatters from Jake’s chest and belly.
“You don’t like ketchup,” Jake said, his voice heavy as he leaned back in the chair.
“I like what’s beneath.” Louis flicked out his tongue and swept up the ketchup mixed with the earthier flavor of Jake’s sweat. Jake’s stomach muscles twitched as Louis touched a line of kisses down his abdomen. The enticing heat was almost enough to blister Louis’s lips. He withdrew slightly to wrap one hand around the thick ridge of Jake’s engorged shaft and drew back the foreskin with the other. He swept his tongue across the sensitive head, half-afraid he
“To eat or wank with?” Jake called after him as Louis moved into the lounge.
He picked up Jake’s shirt from the floor, returned to the bedroom, and tossed it at him. “Whichever you prefer.”
Jake glared at him. Louis lowered his gaze and retreated to set the table. This was all wrong. He shouldn’t blame Jake for Carter’s behavior. Or rather, the depravity going on inside his own head watching an oblivious Jake with another man the way he’d once watched an ecstatic Carter with other men. He shouldn’t take out his frustration on Jake. He’d have to apologize. None of this had anything to do with him. Louis poured them both a glass of wine, then set about unwrapping their supper. They’d eat straight off the paper, which was something he hadn’t done in years.
A few moments later Jake hobbled out of the bedroom with a slightly awkward gait. He only had his shirt on, the bottom two buttons fastened, leaving a wide strip of bare torso. His dick was clearly visible through the shirttails. He’d obviously decided against taking matters into his own hands.
He slumped down into the chair, grabbed a sachet of ketchup, and swamped his chips in a solid layer thick as a blanket. He picked one up and popped it into his mouth, the sulk melting away as his eyelids fluttered. After he chewed and swallowed, his tongue came out to swipe the traces of ketchup from his lips.
“What?” Jake scowled, still moody when he caught Louis watching him. “Have I got sauce around my mouth?”
“No.”
“Are you thinking about tomorrow?”
“What’s happening tomorrow?”
Jake’s scowl deepened. “Uni happens. Us never seeing each other again happens. You know that.”
Louis was more than aware that twenty-four hours from now, he’d be alone again. Rattling around in this place not knowing what to do with himself. Wasting time until he had to go home. “I’d rather think of anything but tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Jake made an effort to lose the scowl. “I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to spoil the rest of our time together.”
“I will miss you, you know.”
Jake looked doubtful. “Will you?”
“More than I should.” More than I want to . He took a swallow of wine. The liquid slicked thick and bitter over his tongue. He pushed his glass away.
“Remember our first night together at this table?” Jake picked up another chip. “You were playing hard to get.”
“And you were playing impossible to get rid of.” Louis grinned before crunching down on a thick piece of batter.
“My persistence paid off. I’ve had the best month. I mean, apart from your mum. Shit. Sorry, Louis.”
“Don’t be. You made my stay here tolerable. I want to thank you. In fact…” He stood and wiped his greasy hands down his T-shirt. Now seemed like an ideal time to try again with his gift.
“In fact what?” Jake stared at him, a chip poised in his fingers. A dribble of ketchup splashed onto his belly, closely followed by another dollop, which hit his chest. “Fuck.” He gazed down at himself. “I’m such a messy eater.” He dabbed at the blobs with his shirttails.
“No. Let me.” Louis sank to his knees, pulled the last two buttons apart, and moved in to lick the splatters from Jake’s chest and belly.
“You don’t like ketchup,” Jake said, his voice heavy as he leaned back in the chair.
“I like what’s beneath.” Louis flicked out his tongue and swept up the ketchup mixed with the earthier flavor of Jake’s sweat. Jake’s stomach muscles twitched as Louis touched a line of kisses down his abdomen. The enticing heat was almost enough to blister Louis’s lips. He withdrew slightly to wrap one hand around the thick ridge of Jake’s engorged shaft and drew back the foreskin with the other. He swept his tongue across the sensitive head, half-afraid he
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