lip before it is swallowed up by Jacen. Sucking a hard kiss to the luscious fullness of Liam’s mouth, Jacen fits his hips snugly against Liam’s. For a second they break apart, with Jacen panting roughly as he discovers that Liam is hard. He’s completely hard and as soon as Jacen inhales, Liam attacks his mouth again, tongue-fucking it. Simultaneously Liam’s hips roll forward in a needy thrust, grinding against Jacen’s body.
Jacen palms the curve of Liam’s ass as his tongue delves back into Jacen’s mouth, into the same hot cavern that his hardened cock had ridden to an exquisite climax not so very long ago, darting in and out of it, moaning when Jacen sucks on it, then pushes back for more of Liam’s sweetness. They tangle together, teeth nipping lips that press tightly, joining them, binding them. Every sound they make gets lost and swallowed back, devoured. Counter to every kiss, surging in and out, back and forth, go Liam’s hips, rocking desperately against Jacen’s upper thigh when it draws up snugly to Liam’s balls, giving him more to move against. Jacen squeezes his handful of Liam’s bottom, guiding him faster. The tempo increases. Liam’s keening sharpens. Quivering, bucking against Jacen, held so tightly that Jacen feels every shiver, drinks down every exhale, Liam comes, wrapped in him.
The sterility of their earlier intimacy causes something to snap in Jacen’s mental control center. He needs contact with the proof of Liam’s passion, that raw, primal, sacred moment between them. Pushing a hand down, pivoting it at the wrist, Jacen yanks open Liam’s pants and slides his fingers under the waistband of the white cotton briefs. His fingers drag through Liam’s hot, dripping come and Jacen makes a small, wrecked sound, taking a big swipe of the fluid, gathering it up.
With his clean hand, Jacen hastily undoes his jeans, shoving them out of the way. He takes a quick lick off the tip of a come-coated finger, moaning with heady pleasure at the salty flavor. Liam’s eyes fix on Jacen’s mouth as he rolls the tiny drop of fluid back on his tongue, swallowing it, then he surges in and tries to lick his own flavor from Jacen’s mouth.
Jacen’s soiled hand wraps his straining cock. He jacks himself rough and fast, fingers sliding slickly with the lubricant of Liam’s spend. Gasping and grunting, Jacen beats off feverishly as Liam kisses him dizzy.
Stars explode behind Jacen’s eyes as he climaxes, painting Liam’s polo shirt in streaks of pearly white.
“
Lee
....”
“It’s okay... it’s okay...” he promises between caresses of his perfect lips.
They take a shower together in the dark, washing each other off, letting the warm water soothe them as it cleanses. Turning on the light seems to equate returning to reality and neither of them can bear that yet, so after they’ve dried off, they find clothes to sleep in without turning on a single lamp or light switch.
“I don’t wanna sleep alone,” Jacen admits, when they are left wondering what comes next. “Can we just sleep? Please?”
“Yeah,” Liam says, sliding in under the covers on the other side of Jacen’s queen-sized bed.
“Lee?” Jacen asks, his voice hushed, his head nestled on the pillow, facing Liam who gazes back sleepily at him.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for kissing me.”
“Go to sleep,” Liam whispers.
Jacen is out cold in minutes. He sleeps straight through until morning. When he next opens his eyes, the sun is out, the sheets rumpled, and the bed empty except for himself. Liam is gone.
Chapter 9
What’s Mine is Yours
Right about the same time that Liam is in East Hollywood with a married, successful screenwriter perched between his spread thighs, getting fondled and receiving a slow, sloppy blowjob, Jacen is shuffling up to Yasha’s front door. Bleary-eyed, Thermos of coffee in hand, and still wearing pajama pants, he rings the bell. The scent of jasmine is overpowering, as the front yard is
Jacen palms the curve of Liam’s ass as his tongue delves back into Jacen’s mouth, into the same hot cavern that his hardened cock had ridden to an exquisite climax not so very long ago, darting in and out of it, moaning when Jacen sucks on it, then pushes back for more of Liam’s sweetness. They tangle together, teeth nipping lips that press tightly, joining them, binding them. Every sound they make gets lost and swallowed back, devoured. Counter to every kiss, surging in and out, back and forth, go Liam’s hips, rocking desperately against Jacen’s upper thigh when it draws up snugly to Liam’s balls, giving him more to move against. Jacen squeezes his handful of Liam’s bottom, guiding him faster. The tempo increases. Liam’s keening sharpens. Quivering, bucking against Jacen, held so tightly that Jacen feels every shiver, drinks down every exhale, Liam comes, wrapped in him.
The sterility of their earlier intimacy causes something to snap in Jacen’s mental control center. He needs contact with the proof of Liam’s passion, that raw, primal, sacred moment between them. Pushing a hand down, pivoting it at the wrist, Jacen yanks open Liam’s pants and slides his fingers under the waistband of the white cotton briefs. His fingers drag through Liam’s hot, dripping come and Jacen makes a small, wrecked sound, taking a big swipe of the fluid, gathering it up.
With his clean hand, Jacen hastily undoes his jeans, shoving them out of the way. He takes a quick lick off the tip of a come-coated finger, moaning with heady pleasure at the salty flavor. Liam’s eyes fix on Jacen’s mouth as he rolls the tiny drop of fluid back on his tongue, swallowing it, then he surges in and tries to lick his own flavor from Jacen’s mouth.
Jacen’s soiled hand wraps his straining cock. He jacks himself rough and fast, fingers sliding slickly with the lubricant of Liam’s spend. Gasping and grunting, Jacen beats off feverishly as Liam kisses him dizzy.
Stars explode behind Jacen’s eyes as he climaxes, painting Liam’s polo shirt in streaks of pearly white.
“
Lee
....”
“It’s okay... it’s okay...” he promises between caresses of his perfect lips.
They take a shower together in the dark, washing each other off, letting the warm water soothe them as it cleanses. Turning on the light seems to equate returning to reality and neither of them can bear that yet, so after they’ve dried off, they find clothes to sleep in without turning on a single lamp or light switch.
“I don’t wanna sleep alone,” Jacen admits, when they are left wondering what comes next. “Can we just sleep? Please?”
“Yeah,” Liam says, sliding in under the covers on the other side of Jacen’s queen-sized bed.
“Lee?” Jacen asks, his voice hushed, his head nestled on the pillow, facing Liam who gazes back sleepily at him.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for kissing me.”
“Go to sleep,” Liam whispers.
Jacen is out cold in minutes. He sleeps straight through until morning. When he next opens his eyes, the sun is out, the sheets rumpled, and the bed empty except for himself. Liam is gone.
Chapter 9
What’s Mine is Yours
Right about the same time that Liam is in East Hollywood with a married, successful screenwriter perched between his spread thighs, getting fondled and receiving a slow, sloppy blowjob, Jacen is shuffling up to Yasha’s front door. Bleary-eyed, Thermos of coffee in hand, and still wearing pajama pants, he rings the bell. The scent of jasmine is overpowering, as the front yard is
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