“With what?” Jacob asked. “My hand or my cock?”
“Dealer’s choice,” Felix said after a moment. He soundedwrecked. Jacob was in awe of him.
Jacob slowly pulled his hand back, watching in stunned fascination as it emerged from Felix’s hole. He pulled it out until only his fingertips remained. Then he slid it back in.
Felix’s moan was almost as loud as the squelching lube. It dripped down Jacob’s wrist, over Felix’s balls and down his softening cock. Jacob felt crazy. He wanted to lick up every drop of Felix’s sweat. He wanted to hold Felix down and make him sob. He wanted so much he didn’t know what to do with it, which was the whole problem in the first place, wasn’t it? His desire was so deep he couldn’t even look at it.
Jacob fucked his hand in and out of Felix’s hole, watching Felix jerk under him. His cries were harsh, so desperate Jacob suspected he was lying about not being in pain.
“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” Jacob asked.
Felix shook his head again. “’S just… somuch.” His voice broke.
It was so beautiful Jacob had no choice but to pull his hand out and scrabble for his jeans, feeling like he might die if he didn’t get inside him again. He didn’t even bother with a condom—Felix had assured him he was clean, and Jacob didn’t care about coming too fast. Not when Felix was three orgasms deep and incoherent underneath him.
It was an easy slide. Felix had never been stretched so wide, Jacob reminded himself, something possessive and hot roaring inside him as he fucked easily into him.
Felix whimpered when he bottomed out. His knee slipped against the sheets, and Jacob pulled it back into place. Propping him up so he could fuck into him like he wanted.
He plastered himself over Felix’s back, not caring about the sweat staining his shirt or how his buttons might be rubbingFelix’s skin. He hoped they left marks. Felix was his, had been his for most of their life. There should be proof of that.
“You’re fucking incredible,” Jacob panted into Felix’s ear. “Stretched so wide around me. God,Felix.”
Felix made a noise that could have been an agreement. Another tear fell down his cheek, and Jacob licked it off.
“Opened up so good for me,” Jacob murmured senselessly. “Can’t believe how amazing you felt. I could feel your heartbeat around my hand, what the fuck.”
He wrapped an arm around Felix’s throat and pulled him back. Not cutting off any airflow, just holding him close. Felix groaned, and Jacob wondered if he was remembering all the times Jacob had pulled this move during their endless wrestling matches when they were teenagers.
“You feel so good,” Jacob said, barely aware of what he was saying. “Never felt anything as good as you. You make me crazy.”
He grabbed Felix’s chin, twisting it until he could kiss him. Felix’s mouth was slack with cries, but Jacob could feel him trying, putting pressure against Jacob’s mouth in between whimpers.
“I’m gonna come,” Jacob grunted. “Squeeze around me. Do it.”
Felix’s hole clenched around him. Jacob wanted to praise him for it, tell him he was ruining Jacob for any other guy, but he couldn’t speak. His orgasm slammed into him so hard it knocked him breathless, incapable of doing anything but holding Felix in a vice-grip while he came inside him.
While they recovered, Jacob fed Felix pieces of vending machine chocolate and dried apricots. When he could speak again, Jacob asked, “So… did you like it?”
Felix didn’t reply.
Jacob watched him, frowning, expectant.
“I’m chewing, dipshit,” Felix said through a mouthful of apricot. He swallowed, accepted the next slab of chocolate Jacob fed him, and lay back against Jacob’s chest, still chewing.
“It was…” Felix paused. “Really, um. Intimate.”
“Sorry,” Jacob said.
“No, come on.” Felix sighed. “I loved it, okay? I didn’t think I would, but…” He trailed off again. Then he shifted in Jacob’s arms, mumbling something into Jacob’s chest.
“What was that?”
Felix sighed, lifting his head to glare at Jacob. “I said I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. Okay?”
He dropped his head back down, hiding his face from view. He was almost sulking, as if giving Jacob the excuse to tell him off for it.
But for once, Jacob didn’t fall for it. He ran a hand through Felix’s hair, rubbing the sweaty strands.
