Page 40 of Playing By Ear

“Good.” Jamie shifted closer, his foot brushing Perry’s and sending a shiver up his thigh. “I like how the description reminds you of the characters’ names. It’s easy to forget who’s who, especially in big scenes like with those—erm, those bad guys.”

“The gangsters?”

“Y-yeah.” Jamie cleared his throat. “Also, it teaches me how to describe things for you. If you ever need me to, I mean.”

Perry turned to look into Jamie’s eyes, wide and guileless. “That’s incredibly sweet.” He leaned over and kissed him, softly the first time, then harder, deeper, because he couldn’t help it. Jamie let out a little moan and kissed him back, pulling him close. Perry felt each slide of tongue, each whisper of beard, in waves of heat surfing down his spine.

“In fact…” Jamie brushed his lips over Perry’s. “If we have sex, I’ll narrate the whole thing.”

Every cell in Perry’s body seemed to vibrate. “Rumor has it, one of the big porn sites is rolling out described videos later this year.”

“Then I’d better practice my international voice,” he said in an earnest American accent.

“Go on, then.” Perry kissed the edge of his jaw. “I’m listening.”

“Okay.” A brief pause, then, “‘Jamie’s eyes water as he takes Perry’s delicious cock deep in his throat.’”

Christ. Starting in medias res was quite the choice, and it promptly stole the semi from Perry’s semi-erection. “I don’t think ‘delicious’ is a visual thing.” Being pedantic was his sanity’s last refuge.

“You say that,” Jamie replied in his own voice, “cos you’ve not seen my face when I’m tasting you.” He took Perry’s hand, and with their faces inches apart, drew the first two fingers deep into his mouth. Perry moaned at the sight, his own mouth watering. Jamie echoed his noise, eyes closed and lashes fluttering.

Then he pulled Perry’s fingers out and used the narrator voice. “‘Perry’s cock glistens with Jamie’s spit.’”

Fucking hell.

Jamie angled his head, then ran his tongue up and down over Perry’s fingers. “‘Perry gets harder and harder as Jamie licks his shaft.’”

“Complete truth.” Perry shifted his hips to ease the growing pressure.

Jamie reached down and undid Perry’s belt and trousers with a series of deft moves. Then he slipped his hand inside. “Oh.” His palm slid along Perry’s entire length. “Oh.”

“All right?” Perry asked, his face heating even as most of his blood rushed south.

“Aye. ‘Jamie’s eyes bulge at the mere thought of accommodating…’” His fake accent was rapidly fading. “Fuck’s sake, man.”

“Your AD is making me self-conscious.”

“Sorry. ‘Jamie continues, starving for Perry’s cock.’” He paused. “Am I saying cock too much? Maybe I should swap in other words, for variety’s sake.”

“No.” Perry struggled to speak amidst the relief of Jamie’s touch. “It’s good.”

Jamie met his eyes. “So I’m to keep going?” Another long stroke of tongue, synchronized with his other hand. “Just as I am?”

The question seemed to demand a direct order. “Don’t stop until I come.” Tomorrow night’s cam session would see to itself. He would only need to remember this moment.

Jamie’s eyes widened with delight. “Okay, then.” He took Perry’s fingertips into his mouth, up to the first knuckle as his thumb and forefinger formed a single loose ring around the head of Perry’s cock. Then he began, with light strokes of tongue and hand.

“‘Jamie is teasing now,’” Jamie said, “‘using quick wee motions that drive Perry mad.’”

“Yes…”

“‘Perry’s foreskin, a shade darker than the rest of him, glides up and down, hiding and showing the tip of his co—erm, the tip of his prick.’”

“Say cock all you want,” Perry choked out.

“Okay. ‘Jamie’s strokes get longer and slower.’” His mouth enveloped Perry’s fingers, his tongue sliding side to side as he withdrew them.

Perry threaded the fingers of his other hand up through the waves of hair at Jamie’s nape.