“But I want both,” Felix said.
“Don’t be greedy.” Jacob rubbed his hard cock on Felix’s cheek, watching his mouth drop open as Felix tried mouthing at it. “Pick.”
Felix groaned, half from want, half frustration. “Shit. Let me suck you.”
Jacob nodded. “And what do you have to do first?”
“What? Oh.” Felix ground against his leg.
“Good,” Jacob said, lightheaded with lust. “Make yourself come. Then you can suck me off.”
Felix groaned again, the noise muffled against Jacob’s clothed cock. He grabbed Jacob’s leg, humping it with such fervor it sent a thrill up Jacob’s spine. There was no attempt to look coy, no easing into it. Just desperate rutting, mouthing at the bulge in Jacob’s pants.
“I saidafter,” Jacob said, pulling Felix back by his hair. “Can’t hold yourself back, huh? If I knew you needed it this bad, I would’ve offered it to you in high school.”
Felix whimpered. He ground against Jacob’s leg so hard Jacob wondered if it hurt. But Felix wasn’t tapping out. He panted hard as he humped Jacob’s leg. His eyes were locked on Jacob’s now, his mouth open like an invitation.
Jacob couldn’t resist. He pushed two fingers into Felix’s mouth, his cock straining against his jeans as Felix sucked them eagerly.
“Can’t believe you didn’t ask me for it,” Jacob said. “Look at you. You need it so bad.”
Felix bit down on his fingers, eyes slamming shut. His urgent hip movements slowed, all the tension draining out of him as he came.
Jacob watched, spellbound. He wanted to watch Felix come forever. But he was so hard it was genuinely painful, and Felix was sucking weakly on his fingers again.
Jacob pulled his fingers out of Felix’s mouth to scrabble wildly at his zipper. He felt like he would die if he didn’t get inside Felix right now. The bastard was holding his mouth open, his tongue out and his eyes half-lidded.
“So fucking easy,” Jacob heard himself say. Then he pulled his cock free and shoved it inside Felix’s mouth, not giving him time to adjust before he pushed all the way into his throat.
Felix choked. But he was still clinging to Jacob’s leg, moving one hand to grip Jacob’s hip. He wasn’t pushing Jacob back. If anything, he was urging Jacob deeper.
Jacob gave it to him. He fucked Felix’s throat, his head empty of anything that wasn’t that tight, wet heat.
He barely made it three thrusts before he came, crushing Felix’s nose into his pubes. Blood rushed in his ears, pounding so loud he didn’t hear anything until he shot one last jet of come down Felix’s throat.
“Holy shit,” Jacob slurred. He pulled his cock out, legs shaking. “Are you okay?”
Felix gasped for air. His eyes were wet, his lips red and puffy. He was still staring at Jacob’s softening cock, watching the thin thread of saliva that connected the cockhead to his lips.
“Felix.” Jacob wiped Felix’s lip, clearing away the spit. “You good?”
Felix blinked hard. Then he looked up at Jacob, grinning. “Dude. That was hot as fuck. Sure you don’t want to fuck me? I can get you hard again.”
Jacob’s cock twitched feebly. He locked his knees, trying not to fall down right there as he considered. Hecouldstill fuck him, even though he’d said Felix could only pick one. But for some reason, there was still that weird reluctance lurking in the depths of Jacob’s head, where he determinedly never looked.
He wanted to fuck Felix.Obviouslyhe wanted to fuck Felix. But not here. Which was… weird. He’d just fucked Felix’s throat, what was the big deal about going all the way?
Someone knocked on the door.
“Fuck,” Jacob spat, cramming himself back into his boxers.
“Heeeey,” came a loud, drunk voice from behind the door. “Can I get in my room please? I need to prove that they really do give out hacky sack trophies.”
“Absolutely,” Jacob called, pulling Felix to his feet and straightening his clothes. “Sorry! One second!”
Felix giggled. He was lax and malleable, letting Jacob pat his unruly hair into place and adjust his shirt.
Jacob paused when he noticed the wet patch on Felix’s jeans. “Oh. Wow.”
