Jacob choked on a nonsensical reply as Felix wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.
“You can pull my hair,” Felix said. “And fuck my face. I like it.”
While Jacob was still trying to recover from that sentence, Felix leaned in and sucked Jacob’s cockhead into his mouth.
Jacob moaned, horrifically loud. Felix moaned with him, muffled and satisfied, like he’d been looking forward to this for ages. Maybe he has, Jacob thought deliriously as he shoved his hand into Felix’s blond hair.Maybe he sucked on his fingers while he touched himself, maybe he thought about doing it in the locker rooms, maybe?—
Felix bobbed lower on his cock and all coherent thought fled Jacob’s head. His hand tightened in Felix’s hair, his hips jerking before he could stop himself.
Jacob was bigger than average, he’d looked it up. But Felix made it look easy, taking Jacob into his throat and humming like it was his job.
Jacob couldn’t stop himself. He held Felix still and started fucking his face—his throat, Jacob thought deliriously, Felix had saidface, notthroat, was this allowed? If it wasn’t, Felix sounded like he was having too good of a time to care, slick noises interspersed with pleased moans that rumbled obscenely around Jacob’s shaft.
Jacob came before he knew it was happening. He bent low over Felix, shuddering, shoving deep as he could go. Felix gurgled and swallowed, his throat constricting around Jacob so tightly Jacob’s head swam.
It went on and on. It took all of Jacob’s willpower not to collapse back against the bed behind him. He was still cradling Felix’s head, his hands trembling in disbelief as Felix swallowed around his softening cock.
The oversensitivity was too much. Jacob pulled out, ignoring Felix’s disappointed whine.
Slut, Jacob thought, shockingly fond. He forced himself not to say it.
“Sorry,” he said instead.
Felix tore his eyes away from Jacob’s softening cock to grin up at him. “For what? That was awesome.”
His chin was slick with spit. Jacob wiped it away with his thumb and blotted it with a tissue from Felix’s nightstand.
“You’re a natural,” Felix continued, placing Jacob back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans in a way that felt oddly intimate. “You’ll be a full-fledged dom in no time.”
“I don’t know about that,” Jacob said woozily. He couldn’t believe he’d done any of that—held Felix’s wrists, fucked his throat. He always assumed he’d have to work up to that. But if anything, it had taken effort not to go even further. Holding Felix down even longer, teasing him until he couldn’t take it. He wanted to make Felix forget there had ever been anyone else, only him.
The last thought made Jacob uncomfortable. He took it and stuffed it down until he could pretend it wasn’t there. His parents had taught him how to do this when he was very young. Sometimes he did it before he could recognize what the thoughts were about.
Felix sat next to him on the bed, casual as ever. “Want to watch a movie?”
His mouth was red and wet. It made something very old and uncomfortable try to rise to the surface in Jacob’s head.
Jacob shoved it back down and settled back against the wall where they had watched so many movies before. “Fine. But it’s my turn to pick.”
CHAPTER 5
Felix wrenched the pot off the stove, turning his face away from the plume of smoke.
“Fuck,” he yelled over the smoke alarm. “What do I do?”
Jack Smith grabbed the cutting board from the drying rack and slammed it down on the counter, dry side up. “Put it on this. Don’t touch anything else.”
Felix complied, then he stood back and watched guiltily as Jack opened windows and hauled a chair over so he could stand on it and hit the smoke alarm.
“Shut up!” Jack scowled as he stabbed the button. The alarm went silent.
Felix sighed in relief. “Thanks. I’m really sorry, I swear I was stirring it.”
Jack glared at him as he dragged the chair back to the kitchen table. “You were on your phone.”
“Someone was sending me really funny memes,” Felix said.
This was true. Jacob might not be a big joke guy IRL, but he sent the best memes. Shane said they weren’tthatfunny, but Shane never got Jacob’s humor anyway. Plus every time Jacob’s name showed up on Felix’s phone, it sent a thrill up his spine.Every text could be another invite to cross something else off that list.
