“Hurry,” Jesse whispered. “I want to put my mouth all over you.” When Ian lingered, fingers stroking Jesse’s cock through the tight material of his boxers, Jesse gently pushed his hands away. “I don’t want to come like this.” He shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away.
Ian hurried to do the same, secretly pleased that he’d got Jesse so riled up so quickly. No sooner had he stepped out of his clothes than Jesse was on him, hands cupping his jaw as he kissed him and walked them backwards towards Ian’s bed.
The back of Ian’s legs hit it first and he tumbled onto it, taking Jesse with him. They landed with an oomph, Ian laughing as Jesse pinned him to the bed, way heavier than Ian expected him to be.
Running his hands along the toned muscle of Jesse’s back, Ian let out a hum of appreciation. Whatever Jesse did to keep fit, it seemed to be working well for him. Squeezing Jesse’s biceps, he smiled up at him. “Maybe I should get you to cook me some of what you eat.” He slid his hands up along Jesse’s broad shoulders, feeling them tense suddenly. Fuck, he shouldn’t have said that, they weren’t dating. “Or maybe you could give me some recipe tips,” he added, trying to make light of it.
Jesse relaxed and lay down on top of him, supporting his weight on his forearms as he dipped his head, kissing that spot below Ian’s ear that he seemed to like a lot. “I’m not sure you’d like my diet.” He kissed his way down Ian’s chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue before moving to the other. “Besides,” he murmured, tickling Ian’s stomach as he spoke. “You’re perfect as you are.”
Ian laughed. “Thanks but I thi—Fuck.”
Jesse’s mouth closed around his dick, and Ian let his head fall back against the pillow. God that felt good. He fisted his hands in Jesse’s hair but kept his grip loose, just wanting the connection.
Jesse moaned around him, and Ian’s fingers flexed, tightening their hold regardless of his good intentions. Jesse sucked him deep in return, like an amazing feedback loop, and Ian’s toes curled against the quilt.
Heat built low in his belly, pleasure dancing up his spine with each stroke of Jesse’s tongue. He’d be coming in minutes at this rate. Ian tugged on Jesse’s hair until he pulled off and met his gaze.
“Scoot around.” Ian gestured the position he wanted with his fingers, and Jesse grinned.
“Yeah, okay.” He manoeuvred himself until his cock was level with Ian’s mouth.
Now at least Ian had a chance of making Jesse come just as quickly.
Giving Jesse’s dick a couple of long, slow strokes, Ian took a moment to admire it, not all that used to circumcised ones. He leant forward and mouthed at the head, loving the feel of it against his tongue.
Jesse gasped as Ian took him deep, the sound going straight to his groin, and when Jesse returned the favour, Ian shuddered with sensation overload. With his cock nudging the back of Jesse’s throat and the heavy weight of Jesse’s on his tongue, Ian had no hope of staving off his orgasm for long.
Jesse’s fingers grazed his balls, venturing further back to press over his hole as Jesse took him apart with his mouth. Ian moaned, tongue working Jesse’s cock for all he was worth, one hand curled around the base as he held him steady. When he cupped Jesse’s balls and sucked him deep, Jesse’s whole body tensed, cock pulsing as he came. Ian swallowed around him, the taste not bitter, but Ian couldn’t focus enough to ponder it further as Jesse bobbed his head, taking Ian into his mouth over and over until Ian couldn’t hang on any longer. He let Jesse’s dick slip from his mouth, coming with a soft cry before rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh. “Fuck me.”
Jesse righted himself and joined Ian at the top of the bed, leaning up on one elbow and smiling down at him. “I’m going to.” He trailed a finger down Ian’s happy trail, stopping before getting to his sensitive cock and laying his hand flat. “When you’ve recovered.”
Ian glanced down at Jesse’s cock; it looked as hard as ever, and he couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. “Jesus,” he murmured, a little in awe. “I might need a little longer than that.”
Jesse shuffled closer and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Ian slipped a hand in his hair, holding him in place and deepening it until he could taste himself in Jesse’s mouth. Heat stirred deep in his belly, and Ian grinned. Maybe round two would be quicker than he thought after all.
Then Jesse pulled back and eased Ian’s head onto his shoulder, slipping an arm around him. With Jesse stroking lazy patterns on his back, Ian felt his eyes closing, much to his surprise, but he let himself relax. Just for a minute.
JESSE STARED UP at the ceiling, relaxed in a way he seldom felt, listening to the soft rhythmic breaths of Ian as he slept. Cocooned in Ian’s bedroom, a world away from his vampire life, Jesse could almost forget for a moment that he wasn’t human, that he didn’t belong here. But then his fingers strayed to the pulse point in Ian’s neck. The unmistakeable beat of his heart a stark reminder that they weren’t the same and never would be.
He stroked his fingers through Ian’s hair, closing his eyes for a second and inhaling the scents around them, committing them to memory. After tonight, that’s all he’d have—a memory of their time together that would stay with him forever.
Ian stirred, mumbling something Jesse couldn’t quite catch, before settling again with a hand wrapped around Jesse’s waist. The way Ian clung to him felt possessive and Jesse liked that. It made him feel wanted, needed, and he wished there was a way they could keep doing this because he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
As he held Ian close, he knew it wasn’t only because he reminded Jesse of Callum. The similarities were in looks alone, and the more he got to know Ian, the more he wanted to find out. Ian had a whole life that Jesse knew nothing about, and the urge to be a part of it was hard to ignore. He wanted it. Wanted to be in on the secret jokes and conversation that Ian shared with Cate. Wanted more than the occasional text arranging a hook-up.
And that was why he had to end this.
From the small amount of time Jesse had spent with Ian, he’d already been captivated by Ian’s smile, his sense of humour, and the easy way they fell into conversation. If being with him felt this effortless now, Jesse could only imagine how amazing it would be if they carried on seeing one another.
At some point, though, Ian would notice that Jesse never ate, hardly drank, and despite how careful he tried to be, Ian would eventually realise that Jesse didn’t need to take a breath.
The weight of Ian’s body curled against his was wonderful, and his warmth seeped into every part of Jesse reminding him what it used to be like. And there lay the danger. In the aftermath of orgasm, Jesse had forgotten, pulling Ian close. He’d been incredibly lucky that Ian had fallen asleep so quickly, because if he’d been awake right now, he’d feel the absence of a heart beating in Jesse’s chest.
Fuck.
Every part of him wanted to stay in that bed, to see Ian wake up—all sleepy-eyed and hair mussed. Wanted to do it day after day and learn everything there was to know about him. But Jesse didn’t have that luxury.
Ian stirred again, and Jesse didn’t try shushing him back to sleep this time.
