CHAPTER 15
Felix waited, heart in his throat.
For a horrifying moment he was sure Jacob would say no. Busing home from the hospital wasn’t the best way to get a guy in the mood. Especially when they were still coming out of a fight—maybe the most serious fight they’d had in their entire friendship.
But Jacob was getting so hard under his touch. Felix could feel his warmth through the denim. He’d never been so grateful to be right-handed, his bandaged left hand throbbing against Jacob’s chest. His hand jobs would be useless if he’d hurt his other hand.
Felix took a chance and nudged their noses together. “Hello? Earth to Jacob? Do you want to fuck me or not?”
Something flickered over Jacob’s face. That weird expression Felix had spotted during their fight—not quite regret, but not quite anything else. Then it was gone, and Jacob surged up to kiss him.
Felix kissed back hard, desperately relieved. He thought he’d lost his chance. Maybe it would’ve been better if hedidlose his chance, because once Jacob fucked him properly, he wouldnever recover. But he still wanted it. He wanted it so much he’d ruin himself over it.
Jacob flipped them over like a pro, pushing Felix’s wrists above his head.
“Keep this here,” he instructed.
It took Felix a moment to realize he was only squeezing Felix’s left wrist, sweeping his thumb over the edge of the bandages.
“Seriously,” Jacob said, letting him go. “Wound care is important. I don’t want this to be like when you got that eyebrow piercing.”
“It won’t get infected from one fuck,” Felix argued. But he kept his hand where Jacob placed it, wiggling the fingers of his good hand. “Am I allowed to use this one? Huh? Do I have permission?”
Jacob paused. He sat up, and Felix had to clench his hands so he didn’t reach for him. Then he stopped, because Jacob immediately glared at his bandaged hand, which stung with the pressure.
Felix relaxed his hand. Jacob’s expression relaxed with it.
“No,” Jacob said eventually. “Keep them both there. I’ll… I’ll do everything.”
Felix spluttered a laugh to hide how equal-parts hot and vulnerable that made him. He’d had a lot of guys trap his hands, but only during sex. Not during the lead-up.
“I’m not even naked yet,” Felix said.
“I’m working on that,” Jacob replied. He pulled Felix’s shirt over his head, easing the sleeve carefully over his bandaged hand. Then he got started on Felix’s shoes, watching Felix with the narrow focus he used to solve math problems, which made Felix so horny he had to look away.
“Do you…” Felix stopped, his breath hitching as Jacob pulled his shoes off, then his socks. “Do you need me to walk you through it?”
“No,” Jacob said, and paused. “Yes. Tell me what you like.”
Felix chewed his cheek, trying not to smile. Jacob was so fucking sweet it was breaking his heart.
“Oookay,” Felix said, gaze fixed on his dorm’s shitty ceiling as Jacob got started on his belt. “Well, first I need to get stretched.”
“No shit,” Jacob said, pulling Felix’s belt buckle free. “Iknowthat, Mess. I want to know how youliketo get stretched. Lots of prostate? No prostate? Are you sensitive? I read that it varies. Don’t fake it if you’re not sensitive, I’ll know.”
“I bet,” Felix said, giving up on his quest not to smile, and grinning like an idiot instead. They wereback. Just like when they had a screaming brawl when they were kids and were giggling together an hour later. Felix just had to ignore the creeping thought that this memory was going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Iamsensitive,” he added.
“Oh,” Jacob said. “Good.”
He pulled Felix’s jeans off. His cheeks were red, but otherwise he was doing a great job of not getting flustered. He took Felix’s boxers off next. His gaze lingered on Felix’s cock as it slapped up against his stomach, and Felix squirmed.
“We’ll need lube,” Felix said.
Jacob’s half-lidded eyes snapped up to his face, irritated. “Obviously! I’m not an idiot, I know how this works.”
“Just walking you through it, bud. First time and all.”
