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They stumbled out of the back seat and into the house, pausing to grab water in the kitchen. Jake’s clothes were in the guest room, but it wasn’t even a question he needed to ask nor Micah to answer as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. Jake followed Micah into his bedroom.
Without a word, Micah stripped and fell into the bed, and Jake did the same. As he pulled the covers over their naked bodies, Micah turned to him and snuggled against his chest, entwining their legs. He played with Jake’s chest hair, running his fingertips along the lines of his muscles. Jake’s cock took notice, began to rise, and Micah groaned as it brushed against his thigh.
He wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and began to move his hips in a way that made Jake’s eyes roll back in his head. It was like in the bathroom at the club, when Micah had wrapped his legs around Jake’s waist and started moving against him. The way Micah’s hips moved was unreal, a sinuous undulation, forward and back, side to side, so smooth and sexy, it belied how much strength it required, which made it even more of a turn-on.
Jake put his hands on Micah’s hips, tried to bring them closer together, but Micah pulled away.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.
“Mi…” Jake rose up on an elbow.
“No. You take care of me all the time. Now it’s my turn.”
Micah pushed him back to the bed, then straddled him and started up that sinuous rhythm with his hips, brushing his ass against Jake’s cock, which made it thicken. Jake ran his hands up Micah’s thighs, loving the hardness of the muscles as his fingers traced their definition. He tried to get his hands on Micah’s cock, but Micah batted them away.
“Do I have to tie you down?” he asked, and Jake’s hips bucked up of their own accord. Micah laughed. “You like that idea?”
Jake growled, traced his fingers up Micah’s inner thighs again, but Micah slid out of his grasp, rubbing his crack against Jake’s hard-as-steel dick.
“Fuck, Mi, get back up here.” He tried to grab for Micah, but with a teasing smile, Micah pushed himself out of reach.
Straddling Jake’s knees between his powerful thighs, Micah ran his hands up Jake’s legs. When Jake tried to buck him off, Micah changed position so he was kneeling between Jake’s legs, his own pushing Jake’s farther apart.
“Let me take care of you,” he said again, but this time with more command in his voice.
Jake glared at him, and Micah glared right back, then leaned down and swiped his tongue over the head of Jake’s cock.
“Fuuuuuck.” Jake made another grab for Micah, who sat back on his heels.
“Why are you fighting me so hard?”
The question caught Jake by surprise, and he rolled his head to the side, unable to look at Micah. The truth was, he didn’t know how to answer the question. Being in control of sex was the default for him because it kept him safe in the clubs. He’d also found that most guys were more than happy to let him take the lead. Given Micah’s lack of experience, Jake hadn’t questioned being the one in control, the one to show Micah what to do.
“Jake? Do you want me to stop?”
Still unable to look at him, Jake shook his head, then closed his eyes as Micah began to stroke his dick.
“You can trust me,” Micah said, fingers still working his cock. “I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to do. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Jake’s eyes flew open, and he stared into the bright-blue ones watching him intently. He’d said those words to Micah several times in the past two weeks, and Micah had trusted him, implicitly and without question. Jake wondered if he’d trusted any of the men who’d let him play with their bodies as much as Micah trusted him. He’d never considered the question of trust before. Sex had only ever been about getting off and pleasure, about making the other person feel good. As long as everyone involved consented and got what they wanted, nothing else mattered. But maybe that was why he only played with guys who let him be in control. If he took charge, he didn’t need to worry about trusting them.
In the time it took Jake to come to this realization, Micah had stopped stroking him, obviously taking his silence for lack of consent.
Micah shifted from between his legs, and Jake sat up and put a hand on Micah’s arm. “No, don’t stop. I liked it. I’m just… I’m not used to…”
Micah smiled. “I know. That’s why I want to take care of you for a change. But it means you have to trust me. Like I trust you. You do, don’t you?”
As Jake stared into Micah’s eyes, he knew he did trust Micah. Even before they’d said their first words to each other, he’d trusted Micah. He let go of Micah’s arm and lay back. “I do.”
“Good. Now shut up and let me get to work.”
“So bossy,” Jake said, but he put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips up. His dick jutted up from the trimmed hair at his groin. “Have at it.”
Jake’s cock was no stranger to Micah’s mouth, but something was different this time as Micah took him in hand and ran his tongue over Jake’s slit. Micah’s confidence, for one thing. Jake could feel it in his grip and the steady way Micah was stroking him, but there was something else as well. For a moment Jake tried to name it, but gave up when Micah pumped his shaft, then swallowed him. Micah couldn’t get all of him in his mouth, but he kept up a steady rhythm, his tongue teasing and stroking the head of Jake’s cock.
“Feels good, Mi,” he praised. He propped himself on his elbows so he could watch and couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth when Micah looked up at him. Micah’s eyelids fluttered as he slid his lips over Jake’s cock again, but he didn’t break eye contact.
His tongue wrapped around Jake’s cock, teasing at the glans, teeth nipping gently at the ridge of flesh. One hand, slick with his own spit, pumped Jake’s shaft, while the other caressed his balls, and then—fuck yes!—stroked his taint. Jake’s hips jerked forward, his cock sliding farther into Micah’s mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Micah coughed and pulled off, his eyes tearing slightly.
