Page 86 of The Fire Line

Jay kept his eyes on Harris as he took him into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

Harris inhaled sharply, his stomach tightening beneath Jay’s hand. Jay drew back almost completely before sinking down again, learning the weight and taste of him without hurrying.

Stronger suction tightened Harris’s stomach. A slow pass of Jay’s tongue beneath the head brought his hips forward. Taking him deep enough to press against Jay’s throat made his fingers open helplessly against the couch.

Jay explored all of it. He had imagined this for four days—longer, if he was being honest. Harris’s heat and weight in his mouth, the low sounds he could not quite suppress, the stunned attention of a man who still seemed surprised to be wanted this way.

Jay loved the immediate honesty of a body responding to pleasure, but Harris was something else. Maybe because Jay had wanted him for so long without believing he stood a chance. Maybe because every reaction still seemed to catch Harris slightly off guard.

One of Harris’s hands settled on Jay’s shoulder. Without lifting his mouth, Jay caught his wrist and guided it into his hair.

Harris’s fingers threaded carefully through the waves at the back of his head.

Jay pressed into the grip. Harris understood; his fingers tightened, and the sound that escaped Jay vibrated around him.

“Christ, Jay.”

Harris’s hips moved, a short instinctive push he stopped almost immediately.

Jay drew back far enough to breathe, one hand still twisting around the base of him. “You can move.”

“I’m trying not to—”

Jay put his mouth back on him before Harris could finish.

This time Harris followed the rhythm, still controlled but deliberate. Jay relaxed into it, opening around him while his tongue worked beneath the head.

One of Harris’s hands remained firm in Jay’s hair while the other cupped his jaw, thumb moving across his cheek.

The intimacy of it landed harder than Jay expected. He looked up to find Harris already watching him, hungry and almost awestruck. One hand held Jay firmly by the hair; the other cradled his face while Harris felt the hollow of Jay’s cheek move beneath his thumb.

His thumb slipped lower, and Jay watched realization cross his face when he felt Jay swallow around him.

“Fuck.”

By then Jay’s own cock ached inside his jeans. He opened them blindly, pushed the denim low enough to free himself, and wrapped one hand around his cock.

The first stroke made him moan around Harris. Harris went still, his gaze dropping to Jay’s hand as Jay kept sucking him and stroking himself, letting Harris understand exactly what having him in Jay’s mouth was doing. The knowledge changed his entire face.

“Jesus, Jay.”

His hips pushed forward harder. Jay opened willingly, eyes watering as Harris pressed deeper. The sound Harris made nearly pushed him over.

Both hands moved into Jay’s hair, not forcing, only holding while his control began to break.

Jay stroked himself faster. He wanted Harris coming in his mouth while Jay came in his own hand. He wanted the taste, the sounds, and the exact second Harris stopped holding anything back.

Harris’s breathing broke into rough pulls. “Fuck. Jay, I’m—”

His hands loosened automatically, as though he expected Jay to move away, but Jay did not. Holding Harris’s gaze, he deliberately took him deeper.

Harris understood, and his face came apart; the rest of him followed. He came with a rough, helpless sound, hips jerking as the first hot pulse struck Jay’s tongue.

Heat and salt, Harris still deep in his mouth, both hands tightening in his hair as another broken sound tore from him. Jay swallowed once, then again.

For those few seconds, there was no ambiguity left in Harris at all, and it was all too much. Jay came almost immediately, pleasure moving through him hard enough that his hand faltered before tightening again. Release spilled across his stomach and fist while Harris came in his mouth and those involuntary sounds carried Jay through every final pulse.