Goddamn. Jett felt like he’d been kissed breathless all over again.
Harrison’s limp was barely noticeable as he went to the bed and lay down. He got comfortable, propping his head on his folded arms, giving Jett that smirk that drove him crazy.
“See something you like?”
Was he drooling? He felt like he might be drooling.
Jett didn’t answer him. He went to the bed, stopping to get the lube from his bag before climbing onto Harrison’s lap. His eyes drank in the sight of the beautiful man under him. He couldn’t help but touch, his fingers grazing over his chest and stomach, entranced by how the muscles twitched.
“Jett…”
Large, warm hands found their way onto his waist, dragging upward until one reached the darkening bruise on his ribs. Jett hissed at the contact. The area was tender, but Harrison was being gentle with him.
“Does it hurt badly?”
Jett bit his lip and shook his head. Even if it did, he would never admit it. He didn’t want Harrison to take his hands off him.
He opened the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his hand. He caught Harrison staring at that hand until it disappeared behind his back. Jett grinned as he buried two fingers inside himself to the knuckle, letting out a gasp at the sudden stretch. He didn’t want to take forever to get Harrison inside of him, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to open himself up quickly.
He closed his eyes, sneaking glances every now and then at Harrison’s face as he worked himself open. Harrison couldn’t choose between watching his hands that were roaming over Jett’s body to Jett’s arm as it moved when he thrust fingers inside him.
“Jesus, Jett. Let me help,please.”
“Such a baby,” said Jett. “Go ahead, you can touch.”
He liked it when Harrison took control, and he knew it would eventually switch to that, but there was something about the pleading looks he kept getting from his boyfriend that made him feel powerful.
Harrison’s finger slid in next to his, and Jett moaned. God, they were so long. He had no problem finding Jett’s prostate, pressing against it hard enough to make precum leak from his cock.
“Ohgod.”
“No gods,” Harrison snarled. “Just me.” He stopped to apply more lube and then remove Jett’s fingers to replace them with three of his own.
Jett was making a mess on Harrison’s stomach as he leaned over him, rocking his hips slowly, taking Harrison’s fingers inside of him as deep as they would go. He wanted more, but it felt so good.
“Enough,” said Jett. “I’m ready.”
Harrison smirked and raised an eyebrow at the demanding tone in his voice, but he withdrew and moved his hands back to Jett’s hips.
Jett reached behind him, taking hold of Harrison’s cock and earning a hiss from the man under him. Fuck, he felt so hard and hot in his grip. He couldn’t wait to take it all inside of him.
He raised himself and slotted the head of Harrison’s cock to his entrance, taking one breath before sinking down.
The grip on his hips turned bruising, but Harrison didn’t stop him or push him to take him faster.
Once comfortably seated, Jett propped himself up on Harrison’s chest, smirking at him. “I think I’m starting to tame this monster cock of yours, Killinger.”
Harrison snorted in disbelief. “You’re such a fucking dork.”
Jett didn’t bother responding; he raised himself again before dropping hard enough to steal the air from their lungs. He repeated the motion, watching in awe as Harrison’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Jett rode him hard, addicted to the sounds leaving Harrison’s mouth and the feeling of being filled at the perfect angle. They were being loud—way too loud—but Jett was too focused on chasing his orgasm like a man possessed.
He knew Harrison wasn’t far behind him. Even though his legs were already starting to burn, Jett was confident he could get them both over the edge as long as his knees didn’t give out.
When his hands started slipping on Harrison’s chest, he grabbed the headboard instead, rocking his hips so hard that the bedframe bumped against the wall.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” He was close, so fucking close, but he still couldn’t get there.
