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He was alone when he woke up the second time. He reached over and touched Jake’s pillow. It was already cool, so he knew Jake had been up for a while, probably doing his morning swim or lifting weights in the gym. With a groan, he pulled the pillow over his face and inhaled deeply, feeling his already erect cock grow even harder at Jake’s scent. It was a heady mixture of sweat and sex, salt and musk, and Micah loved it.
He inhaled again and palmed his shaft, debating whether he wanted to keep working himself over until he climaxed, or wait until Jake returned from his swim and took over for him. He then weighed the thought of Jake making him climax against getting out of bed to get his own practice out of the way for the day. There were too many choices, and the longer Micah lay there stroking himself, the easier it got to say fuck it to the workout.
Tossing the pillow aside, Micah reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube and uncapped it. He made short work of getting himself nice and slick. His hand slid along his length, then closed tight to make a nice hole to fuck into as he imagined what it might be like to fuck Jake.
Being fucked had been both everything he’d fantasized about and nothing like it. The number of times Jake had fingered him had prepared him for the way it felt to be breached. He’d known how the initial burn gave way to warmth as the endorphins kicked in, turning pain to pleasure. What he hadn’t anticipated was how it would feel to have such an intimate part of another person’s body filling his own, to have Jake inside him, and how much more it would make him feel both physically and emotionally.
He groaned and thrust into his fist, ran his fingers over his balls as they drew up. He tugged on one, then the other, hips still to stave off his climax.
There was that moment last night, fuck, when he’d wanted Jake as deep as he could go. He’d had a brief moment of panic that Jake would never get deep enough, like there was a place within him that he wanted Jake to reach, but it was too deep to do so. Then Jake had flipped them over, pounded into Micah the way he’d begged him to, and his entire universe had collapsed into a pinpoint of pleasure, then exploded in wave after wave of white heat and light that expanded beyond his body. He hadn’t even been aware he had a body until he heard Jake’s shout and felt the pulse of Jake’s cock filling the condom, his liquid heat searing Micah even through that barrier. Knowing Jake had come inside him, that only a thin membrane kept them from fully sharing each other’s bodies, almost made Micah climax again.
He groaned again at that thought, let himself fantasize about how hot and slick Jake’s release would feel if he were bare. Then his thoughts drifted to what it would feel like to come inside Jake, to have his cock buried in Jake’s ass, his balls slapping against those firm cheeks, his cum filling Jake’s hole.
Micah pumped his hips up, fucking his fist harder, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed Jake’s pillow, pushed it between his legs, and rolled over so he could thrust down on it, imagining his fist was Jake’s ass, and it was glorious. Every thrust forward made him feel the ghost of Jake’s dick buried in his ass even as his own cock slid through his tight grip. He was getting close again, tension and heat building at the base of his spine and in his balls.
Then suddenly Jake’s hands were on his ass, pulling him open, and his tongue, hot and wet, was touching his hole, teasing him. Micah nearly shot his load all over the pillow as he felt that tongue circle his rim, the tip playing with his clenched opening. The skin there was overly sensitive, still a bit raw from the night before, but Micah pushed back at the ache, wanting that tongue to play with him some more.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped as a chuckle ghosted air over his now-damp skin.
“Keep going, Mi.”
Jake’s voice vibrated against him, low and gravelly, and then the scrape of stubble grazing his tender skin made Micah yelp.
“You are so fucking hot, so sexy, fucking your hand like that.”
Another swipe of tongue, then pulling away, making Micah chase after it and moan when he found it. Micah thrust into his fist, tightening his fingers. His cock was weeping precum now, and the slick of it smoothed his way. He tunneled in and out, caught between his own hand and Jake’s tongue lapping at his rim, Jake humming as he did so.
“Oh God,” Micah gasped out. He was so turned on, he could barely think.
“You pretending you’re fucking my ass, Mi?” Jake’s voice was a sensuous purr, ramping up Micah’s need.
“Uh-huh.”
“Hmmmmm. You fill me so good. I’m so tight around your cock.” More swipes of Jake’s tongue, broad and flat against the length of his crack. Micah clenched and relaxed, wanting more, wanting Jake’s fingers or his cock.
“Put something in me,” he pleaded, groaning when he felt a finger circle his hole, Jake’s tongue providing the lubrication it needed to slip through the ring of muscle. “Fuuuuck.”
“Yeah. So good. So hot. So sexy.”
Micah wanted to tell Jake to stop talking, but he couldn’t make himself speak, so he thrust backward, driving Jake’s finger deep inside. He cried out in frustration as he felt Jake start to withdraw.
“No. Stay. Fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. More. Please.”
He was beyond coherent words, beyond turned on, his entire body trembling as his orgasm built and built. He almost sobbed when Jake pushed two fingers into him. Micah rocked back, thrust forward, desperate for release, desperate to fall over the edge. Then Jake curled his fingers just right, lighting up Micah from the inside. His body, the world, everything but the incredible feeling of his climax disappeared in a blaze of white.
When he became aware again, he was lying facedown on his bed, and Jake was cleaning him off with a cool, damp cloth. He was confused for a moment, but then dimly recalled Jake’s shout as his cum hit Micah’s back and ass.
The bed dipped as Jake got up, and Micah heard him at the sink in the bathroom before he returned and lay down.
“I’d ask for my pillow, but it’s covered with your jizz,” he said, but Micah could hear the smile in his voice. Micah made a noncommittal sound, still floating back to earth from the high of his orgasm, and scooted over enough that Jake had room to put his head on Micah’s pillow. Instead of doing that, Jake rolled up on an elbow and stared at Micah while he traced a finger down Micah’s cheek. “So tell me, were you thinking about fucking my ass?”
The rush of blood to his face made Micah dizzy. He groaned in embarrassment, closing his eyes while he nodded. “How’d you know?”
