Page 134 of Last First Kiss

That last part sends an unexpected electric spark through Jordan. He welcomes the arch of Jamie’s spine. His jaw opens wider. He’s careful not to go too far. But it’s mind-numbingly hard, and his eagerness wins out.

With even breaths, Jordan works lower. He takes Jamie deeper. Not all the way. But close. Enough for the tip of his cock to tickle the back of Jordan’s throat.

“Fucking shit.”

He barely hears Jamie’s warning as he loses himself in the sloppy, enthusiastic noises his own mouth makes.

In being the reason Jamie comes undone.

When it’s over, he’s panting. He’s hard but doesn’t think about that. How can he when Jamie’s lazy smile matches the one on his own face?

“C’mere,” Jamie begs, too weak to drag Jordan to his feet.

Jordan lets Jamie kiss him breathless. He keeps them upright. Silences all the thoughts in his head until he only hears one thing through the static: Jamie’s husky voice.

“I told you the water never gets cold in here.”

“Tell me something no one else knows,” Jordan says.

They’re in Jamie’s bed with fresh sheets, still naked.

It’s after 3PM. The ugly gray coming through the bedroom window makes it look closer to twilight. Jordan’s propped up by two memory foam pillows against the headboard. Jamie’s half curled around him, head on his chest. His skin is shower-warm, not fever-hot.

Jordan pushes slightly damp hair off Jamie’s forehead. He looks like something carved from the stars.

“What do you want to know?” Jamie says.

“Anything. Something not even Denz knows.”

Jamie’s nose crinkles as he thinks.

The rain is a soft, steady symphony. A heartbeat in their silence.

“When I was eight or nine,” Jamie starts, “I decided I was gonna be a lifeguard.”

Jordan smiles.

“I was obsessed with the idea,” Jamie goes on. “While all the other boys were pretending to be superheroes—”

A tiny laugh creeps into Jordan’s throat. He has so many fond memories of his mom yelling at him and Denz for stealing her expensive bath towels to play Batman and Superman.

“—I was patrolling our pool in red trunks and my dad’s Versace sunglasses, sunscreen on my nose.” Jamie shakes his head. As if he can’t believe he’s revealing this. “I’d invite all the otherkids over. They’d sunbathe. I’d watch for sharks. I even gave them swimming lessons!”

Jordan groans. “You didn’t!”

“No one drowned on my watch.”

“So that’s why you were so good at our swim races?”

“That and I’m just better than you at everything.”

Jordan huffs. “Everything?”

“Everything,” Jamie confirms with a very suggestive smirk.

Cheeks hot, Jordan decides to let him have that one. “What changed your mind? About being a lifeguard?”

There’s a pause.