It was Jacob’s turn to come up with a quip. But he couldn’t think of anything to say. His mind whirled with a hundred identical memories. If Felix had kissed him in high school, what would Jacob have done? Freaked out, probably. He never let himself think about that sort of stuff, even after he finally admitted he liked boys. It made him feel like he was gross.
Felix didn’t look at him like he was gross. Felix looked at him like he was starving.
It made sense. Felix loved sex, after all. Jacob was just another guy giving it to him.
Jacob ignored the sour taste this thought raised and curled his hands around Felix’s wrists. “You’re really into this?”
“I really am,” Felix said.
Jacob was nervous. But it was just Felix, right? He didn’t have to be nervous around Felix. Even if he messed up or said something stupid, it wouldn’t matter. He could just… let go.
It sounded ridiculous. But it was getting difficult to remember all the shit he was insecure about when Felix was squirming underneath him, so eager for it.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Felix said.
Jacob snorted automatically.
“No, seriously.” Felix bit his lip. “Your fucking face, man. I can see how much you want me. Don’t hold back, man. I wanna feel it.”
He ground up against Jacob, and Jacob bit back an embarrassing gasp as he felt Felix hard against his stomach. He’d expected it to freak him out, but instead it ignited a fire in him. For the first time, Jacob wasn’t worried about losing his virginity. He was just excited. He felt… powerful. In control.
“Show me how to get you off,” he blurted.
Felix’s slow grind stopped. He stared up at Jacob, his eyes wide and annoyingly gorgeous. Then he grinned, both seductive and goofy as hell, the combination so uniquely Felix it made Jacob want to kiss him again for some reason.
“Sir, yes,sir,” Felix crowed. “Man, I hope you’re the kind of guy who gets his rocks off making me come. They’re my favorite.”
The sour taste from before came back at the reminder of how many guys Felix had slept with. Jacob shoved it back and concentrated on the excitement instead, which was slowly blocking out all the anxiety spiraling through his head.
“Get my cock out,” Felix said. “But don’t let go of my wrists.”
It still felt a little backward, Felix telling him what to do when Jacob had a whole list of ways he wanted to dominate him. ButJacob was basically flying blind, so he wasn’t about to turn down a few instructions.
He gathered Felix’s wrists in one hand and fumbled at Felix’s belt with the other. It was hard to undo someone else’s belt one-handed, he was now realizing.
“I was right,” Felix declared.
Jacob glanced up from the belt he was undoing. “About what?”
“Your hand,” Felix said, wriggling his fingers. “It’s big enough to fit both my wrists at once.”
He seemed deeply pleased by this revelation. Jacob flushed with pride about his big, stupid hand, then made a triumphant noise as he got the belt buckle free.
“Little shit,” Jacob said to the buckle. He reached for Felix’s zipper and pulled it down, marveling at the bulge under his fingertips. He reached into Felix’s jeans and cupped him through his boxers, which were thin and cheap and not very soft because Felix refused to use fabric softener, but for once Jacob wasn’t annoyed by the fabric quality. He was too busy being entranced by the weight of Felix’s hard cock behind it, straining his boxers and sending a flare of oddly possessive heat through Jacob’s body.
Felix groaned, grinding up into Jacob’s tentative touch. “Oh, fuck. Your fuckinghands, man.”
Jacob wondered if Felix had ever jerked off thinking about Jacob’s hands. Maybe in high school, where there was no one good to look at. Jacob was always there, it was only natural to latch onto whoever was closest.
Jacob swallowed. “I saw you come once.”
Felix’s eyes flickered open. Jacob hadn’t noticed when they closed, too busy with the belt buckle.
“What?” Felix breathed. “When? In high school?”
“Junior year. I was staying over after we watched a movie,” Jacob began. He took Felix out of his boxers, his own cock jumping in his jeans as he felt how hard he was. Felix was smaller than him, but delightfully thick.
Jacob started stroking. Slow, tentative, nothing like he touched himself when he was alone. His masturbatory sessions were always fast, something to get over with.
