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“Do you like that?” Wide, blue eyes, full of curiosity and lust, looked up at him.
“I do.”
Micah swiped his thumb over the nub again, still tentative, still watching with that look of wonder and discovery. With a start, Jake realized he was probably the first man Micah had initiated contact with in a sexual way. The night before, in the water, and then this morning, Jake had been in control, touching Micah, leading the way.
“I also like it a little harder,” Jake said, his voice low and husky. “Like this.” He took his hand off his cock and raised it to his own chest, rolled his nipple between thumb and forefinger, then clamped down hard. The sensation went straight to his dick, which jumped and got harder.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Yeah. But that’s part of the point. Try it.”
Micah gave his nipple a squeeze, too light to really cause Jake any pain, but he felt it nonetheless, and he sighed.
“Was that okay?”
“It can be harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Instead of reassuring him, Jake took Micah’s hand in his own, grasped his nipple, and closed their fingers over it. He pinched the raised flesh, tugged on it, twisted it, humming when he released his hold on Micah’s fingers at the endorphin rush.
“Like that, Mi.”
“Shit,” Micah said.
Jake grinned, then moaned as Micah grabbed hold of him, fingers viselike. His dick lurched against his stomach and his balls tightened as Micah let go. Jake panted, reached for Micah’s hand again.
“And then you do this,” he said, lightly rubbing Micah’s fingertips over the abused flesh, soothing the residual sting, replacing it with a pleasant ache. He took Micah’s other hand and drew it down his stomach. When they hit the stubbled edge of Jake’s treasure trail, Micah gasped. “Is this okay?” Jake asked, and Micah nodded. “Words, Mi. I need you to tell me this is okay.”
“Yes. Yes, it’s fine.”
“Good. I want you to feel how hard you get me. But, Mi”—Jake paused and waited until Micah met his gaze—“promise you’ll let me know if I’m asking too much. I don’t want to hurt you.” He leaned closer so he could whisper in Micah’s ear. “Unless you ask me to.”
“I’ll tell you,” Micah said, “but no, this is fine. I’m fine.” He pulled back enough to be able to look Jake in the eye again. “Please, Jake.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, Micah’s ocean-blue eyes locked on his, fingers flexing against Jake’s abdomen as if needing to take hold of his cock. And there it was, that connection Jake had felt the first time he saw Micah, the one that had sent him searching for Micah through the bars in Palo Alto so he could feel it again, then running away after finding him because the intensity scared him and he didn’t understand what he felt or why this man caused it. He still didn’t, but this time, Micah’s hands were on his body. He might not know what he was feeling, but he sure as hell knew what he wanted.
“Play with me, Mi,” he said. “My body’s all yours.”
Micah sighed. He pulled away, and for several heart-stopping seconds, Jake thought Micah was going to leave. Instead, he pulled off his shirt and shorts and tossed them on the bed. “I don’t want to get them wet.”
He stepped back into Jake’s space and kept coming, making Jake take a step backward into the shower stall. It was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, but it meant that Micah’s body had to be flush against his, and Jake wasn’t complaining. Especially not when he felt Micah wrap a hand around his cock and give it a slow, sensual pull.
Once again, Jake was struck by the way Micah, so hesitant and shy at first, became an enthusiastic partner once he got comfortable.
Micah worked Jake’s cock like he’d been doing it for years: just the right amount of pressure and twist, thumb grazing the head, pressing into the slit, then pumping his shaft again. Jake fucked Micah’s fist, his balls rubbing along Micah’s thigh. In the shower stall’s tight confines, Jake braced his hands on the wall to give himself more leverage to thrust his hips and felt Micah’s cock rub against his belly, precum slicking his way, which only made him thrust harder.
Micah’s other hand found its way back to Jake’s chest and grabbed hold of his nipple viciously, making Jake cry out. A part of his brain was thrilled Micah didn’t ask if he was okay, but most of it was taken up with an endless chant of more, more, more. Micah’s hands were magic on his body as he explored and pinched and soothed with one hand and worked Jake’s cock with the other. What Jake wouldn’t give for another pair of hands or a tongue working his ass, but still…
Too soon, he felt his balls draw up. “Shit. I’m close, Mi. I’m…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence before his cock pulsed. He came on a shout so loud, his ears rang, then groaned as he felt Micah come between them, hot and thick, moaning in Jake’s ear. His hand slowed, then stopped, but Micah didn’t take it off Jake’s spent dick.
They leaned against each other, panting, and then Jake reached out for the showerhead and turned on the water so they could rinse off the soap and cum. Micah was languid, body loose as the water sluiced over him. He flinched when Jake touched his dick, and Jake apologized. Micah snuggled against him, head seeking the crook of Jake’s neck.
Jake turned off the water, hung the showerhead up, and nudged Micah. “We need to get dressed.”
“No. I want to stay here, like this.”
“Mi. Hey, Mi?” Jake shook him a little, waiting until Micah was looking up at him. “Come on.”
