More praise flowed from Jesse’s lips and Bryce’s cheeks heated and his dick grew harder. When Jesse’s words slipped more and more into moans and breathy pants, Bryce took himself in hand. He groaned around Jesse’s cock and Jesse tightened his grip on Bryce’s shoulder.

“Going… fuck, baby. C-close.”

Bryce sped up, wanting to push Jesse over the brink and chase him down. He swallowed Jesse’s come and struggled to keep his hand moving while not choking on him. Jesse was still coming when he pulled off. The splatter of come on his cheek, combined with Jesse’s long moan, tipped Bryce’s control and he came.

Once Bryce reclaimed his breath, he slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. He took a moment to wash Jesse off of him, even having to stick his head in the shower for a moment to clean his hair. After using some mouthwash, he took a washcloth into the other room and gently cleaned Jesse.

Jesse tugged him back into bed and they spooned on the clean side. They wrapped the blankets around them. After a few minutes, Jesse drifted off, his breathing evening out and deepening.

Jesus Christ, what was Bryce going to do? If he stayed until morning, that would mean waking up with Jesse. Bonnell would be pissed if she found out he’d done more than a cursory check. He highly doubted that “keep an eye on him” meant “have sex with him.”

But damn, it was nice not feeling lonely for a change.