Page 132 of Last First Kiss

Smoothing the loofah over his chest. Across his evidently sensitive nipples. Down his tight abdomen. Jordan’s own breaths come fast, ragged when he looks down. When he notices how hard Jamie is.

He’s seen an erection before. His high school teammates loved playing porn clips on their phones. Yazzie had an extensive collection too. But nothing this close. Nothing has ever given him a rush of hot adrenaline like seeing Jamie’s thick dick bounce with every little touch Jordan gives him.

His free hand aches to touch Jamie. He stops himself.

“Comfort check” is out of his mouth before he even realizes it.

Jamie’s eyes blink open. His face is momentarily blank. Then a grateful smile relaxes his mouth.

“I’m good.” His gaze drops to Jordan’s outstretched hand. “You can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Jordan, fuck. I need you to.”

So Jordan does.

He takes Jamie in his slick palm. His fingers curl loosely. His thumb glides along the shaft, eyes widening as Jamie’s foreskin unfolds from around the head. He builds a cautious rhythm thatalternates based on Jamie’s gasps. His heart skips when Jamie’s hand folds around his to show Jordan how he likes it.

Saliva pools at the back of Jordan’s mouth.

He watches them get Jamie off together.

It’s too much, too little at once. The wet sounds their hands make. How beautiful and deliciously slick Jamie’s body looks. Amber and oak and something unidentifiably masculine heavy in the air.

Jordan’s own dick awakens, aching. His brain goes offline and instinct takes over.

He’s never played this scenario out in his head. Never thought it was something he wanted. But that night in the parking lot runs on a loop every time he closes his eyes.

Jamie’s enthusiasm. Jordan’s legs cocked open. His body so responsive.

He’s desperate to give that same feeling to Jamie.

With one hand pressed to Jamie’s chest, his other stops moving. He grins when Jamie blinks one eye open, confused and on edge.

“You still trust me?”

Jamie doesn’t hesitate: “I do.”

“I want to do something.” Jordan inhales. “Something I never considered doing before. Until you. And I’ll probably be bad at it.”

“Could you, um, be more specific?”

“I want to blow you, Jamie.”

“Oh.”

It comes out like a hiccup. Like all the surprise in Jamie balloons, and pops. Eventually, he nods. His bottom lip is caught between sharp, white teeth. He barely contains his smile.

“I’m game.”

Jordan nods, relaxing.

“I’m on PrEP, by the way,” Jamie inserts. “Which I definitely should’ve mentioned when I went down on you.”

“Oh, I haven’t—”

“It doesn’t matter that you haven’t been with anyone,” Jamietells him. “It’s still important to share this kind of information upfront. Also, we can use a condom. If that makes you more comfortable.”