“Well don’t bring it up,” Jacob muttered. He opened the first drawer in Felix’s nightstand, making a face when he saw the industrial-sized tub of lube that could barely fit in the drawer. “Dude. How much lube do youuse?”
Felix cackled, lightheaded with relief and arousal and trepidation. He’d only bought the lube so guys would have that exact reaction. Nobody had reacted as delightfully as Jacob.
“Sue me for being prepared,” Felix said. He went to pull at Jacob’s shirt, then remembered he wasn’t allowed to move his hands and bit the fabric instead. Through his teeth, he managed: “Are you getting naked or is it just me?”
Jacob shushed Felix and pulled him off his shirt. Then he slicked up his fingers.
Felix spread his legs, sweating hard. He waited for Jacob to reach for him, but Jacob just knelt there, rubbing the lube over his fingers. Warming it up, Felix realized with an overpowering wave of fondness that he really couldn’t deal with right now.
He kicked Jacob’s leg, desperately trying to smother the love threatening to surge up his throat. “Hey! Feeling neglected here.”
“You’re so impatient,” Jacob chided. He gripped Felix’s thigh, the tight hold making Felix shiver. Then he did something that made Felix’s smile drop: he bent down and pressed a kiss to Felix’s knee.
“Shut up,” Jacob said at the shock on Felix’s face. He pressed his slick fingers to Felix’s entrance, sending a zap of electricity through his taint. “Tell me if I fuck this up.”
“I will,” Felix croaked. “Loudly. Repeatedly.AndI’ll kick you!”
“Good,” Jacob said, looking genuinely relieved.
Then he pressed in. Just one finger at first—Felix didn’t even have to warn him. He wondered what guides Jacob had read on anal sex, and had to force down another rush of stupid, blinding love.
Jacob squeezed Felix’s thigh, staring intently at his hole as he moved his finger gently in and out.Toogently, in Felix’s opinion.
Felix hooked his leg around his waist. “Come on, man. More than that.”
“I’m trying to find it,” Jacob replied, sliding his finger all the way in.
Felix grinned, feeling Jacob prodding around in there. “You didn’t try on yourself?”
“My fingers aren’t long enough! The diagram said?—”
His finger brushed that beautiful little button. Felix jerked, his cock dripping pre-come.
Jacob made a noise like he’d been punched. He pressed harder over Felix’s prostate, forming tiny circles that made sparks dance in front of Felix’s eyes.
“Fuck,” Felix panted. He clenched his hands in the sheets, resisting the urge to grab Jacob and drag him in. He squeezed his leg around Jacob’s waist instead, pulling him closer.
“You’re supposed to be stretching me,” he said. “Not giving me a prostate exam.”
Jacob swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed so hard Felix wanted to bite it.
“Maybe I want to make you come first,” Jacob said. “I’m in charge, remember.”
Felix’s cock jerked again. He watched Jacob’s eyes fall to it, half-lidded and hungry. It was still a shock. Felix had spent so much time suspecting Jacob barelyhadany sexual desires, much less that they involved dominating the shit out of him.
“Say it,” Jacob told him.
Felix bit his lip so hard he almost tasted blood. “Make me,” he said.
Jacob groaned, a tiny noise that lit a fire in Felix’s chest. “You’reso…”
He trailed off and leaned over Felix, his button-down brushing Felix’s bare chest as he pressed their mouths together.
Felix kissed back desperately, clenching the sheets so he wouldn’t reach out. He’d spent so long forcing himself not to touch Jacob, what was one more time? Especially when hewastouching Jacob, whose big, lanky body pinned Felix into the bed as he slid another finger inside him.
Jacob pressed kisses down his cheek, his jaw, worrying his teeth at a spot Felix had missed while shaving this morning.
“You’re such a little shit,” Jacob said as he curled two fingers against Felix’s prostate, making Felix writhe underneath him. “Everything’s sodifficultwith you. You have to fight me on this, huh? Even though we both know how much you want this.”
