Cate was right.
It’d been way too long since he’d done something like this. Since he’d allowed himself to have this.
Jesse wasn’t Blake, but as one-night stands went, he was pretty fucking hot.
“C’mon,” Ian mumbled between kisses, stepping back and taking Jesse’s hand. “Bedroom’s this way.” He led him down the short hall, fingers loosely twined and heart racing with anticipation.
Ian’s bed was still unmade from that morning, but he didn’t give a shit. He doubted Jesse did either judging by the way he pushed Ian down onto it and climbed on top of him. Their bodies aligned, Jesse’s cock pressing against Ian’s through the fabric of their jeans.
“Much better,” Jesse whispered, rolling his hips a little. He was all lean, hard muscle, and Ian ran his hands up Jesse’s back, loving the feel of all that power pinning him to the bed. “But we’re a little over dressed.”
Jesse ducked his head, nipping along Ian’s collarbone, exposed where the top button of his shirt had come undone. Reaching to undo the rest of them, Jesse murmured, “Let’s remedy that.” He kissed every inch of skin he uncovered, the slow, tortuous tease making Ian curl his hands into fists on the quilt beneath him.
He’d be more than happy for Jesse to rip everything off and have done with it, but Jesse hummed as he mouthed at Ian’s skin, appearing to enjoy going slow. Not that Ian didn’t. He was just imagining that mouth around his cock, and the image wouldn’t leave his head.
Wanting to move things along, he reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans.
“Someone’s impatient,” Jesse muttered, a smile in his voice. Batting Ian’s hand out of the way, he shuffled lower and peeled Ian’s jean’s open.
“Not impatient, just... ahh.” Ian moaned midsentence when Jesse mouthed at the head of his cock through the taut material of his boxers. “Eager,” he managed eventually.
Jesse’s hands were cool, and Ian shivered when they touched his hips, sliding his jeans and underwear down together. Lifting his hips, Ian helpfully allowed them to be pulled off altogether, and before he could tell Jesse to do the same, Jesse’s clothes were joining his on the floor.
Blinking up at him, wondering if the beer had affected him more than he thought, Ian grinned. “Wow, you get undressed quickly.”
A shadow passed over Jesse’s eyes, gone so quickly, Ian wondered if he imagined it. Jesse shrugged, grinning back, and gestured to where Ian lay naked and sprawled out on the bed. “There’s a lot of incentive for me to hurry up.”
Naked and glorious, Ian barely had time to take in Jesse’s flawless, pale skin and the soft dusting of dark hair over his pecs before he climbed back onto the bed and crawled up to reclaim his spot.
“Where was I?” he whispered, stroking a hand along Ian’s thigh, fingers teasing the crease of his groin but going no further.
Ian huffed out a laugh and reached down to palm his rapidly thickening cock. “About here, I think?”
“Here?” Sliding his hand over Ian’s, Jesse wrapping their fingers around Ian’s dick and started a slow glide up and down.
It felt so good having someone else touch him. The months of only his own hand for company seemed a million miles away. Closing his eyes, Ian settled back into his pillow, letting Jesse take over. For once his mind was blissfully empty of everything but what was happening in that room.
Jesse’s tongue worked magic on the head of his cock, teasing little licks before he slowly took him in his mouth and sucked him deep. Ian’s breath caught, torn between the urge to fist his hands into Jesse’s hair and thrust, and the need to not be a wanker. He gripped the quilt instead, fingers curling into the material and holding fast as Jesse’s head bobbed up and down, his mouth drawing Ian to the edge of orgasm almost embarrassingly fast.
For one second he considered telling Jesse to back off a little, slow things down, then Jesse sucked him deep enough for his cock to nudge the back of his throat, andfuck it.
Fingers dug into his hip, and Ian gave in to the urge to thrust, chasing Jesse’s mouth. The hum of approval went straight to his groin, balls drawing up tight, and he did it again and again until the need to come overwhelmed him and he let go, emptying into Jesse’s mouth. The sounds of his breathing filled the room, and Ian scrubbed his hands over his eyes, basking in the glow of the best orgasm he’d had in ages.
Amazing what an extra pair of hands and a willing mouth could do.
When Jesse sat back on his knees, Ian looked up to find him watching him, one hand on his cock and stroking it lazily as though he had all the time in the world. Only the tense set to his shoulders and the hungry way he eyed Ian gave away how close he was. Jesse bit his lip, gaze roaming Ian’s body as though deciding what he wanted to do with him.
Ian was up for anything.
He put a hand on Jesse’s thigh, the soft hairs tickling his palm as he slowly slid it higher. “You can fuck me if you want?”
Jesse’s eyes darkened, his mouth curving up into a smile, but his hand kept the same steady rhythm. “Tempting,” he said, gaze dropping to between Ian’s legs.
He’d forgotten how it felt to be looked at like that, to be so obviously wanted, and his pulse kicked up a notch. “What do you want?”
Jesse glanced up to meet his eyes, expression so intense Ian got lost in it for a moment. “Everything,” Jesse murmured, voice low and soft. It seemed to skitter over Ian’s skin, making the hairs stand on end.
He spread his legs wide in invitation, but a frown coloured Jesse’s features and he shook his head quickly. “I’d want to take my time with you, explore your body thoroughly with my tongue, my hands, and my cock.”
