Page 36 of Uncharted

“O…oh,” I gasped, my dick half hard and slapping against the front of his shirt as he gave another thrust. “J-Jake.”

I was glad he didn’t take my surprise as condemnation, or my lack of immediate response as denial. I realized in an instant that in his lust-addled mind; he wasn’t just shoving his dick against my ass; he was thinking about what it might feel like to go a step further, to feel what it was like to be inside me. To shove that thick pole inside me and listen to me as I groaned, maybe he even hoped I might beg for more as he filled me.

The thing was…would I?

“Reno,” he growled, and I didn’t hesitate, bending down to clamp my lips over his and feel the way his growl vibrated against me. I was getting a glimpse into what it might feel like when he fucked me.

Or if⁠—

I was pretty sure the next growl was supposed to be a word, probably a curse, but it was muffled by my mouth as his hips stuttered. I felt the warmth of his cum shoot against my ass, dragging down over a hole no human being had ever touched, leaving a warm, wet mess behind. The kiss broke as he gasped, yanking me down so he could shove his face into the crook of my neck as he groaned softly, fingers tight on my neck.

I let him hold onto me, my thoughts drifting. Knowing we needed to get moving, we had a job to do, and if we didn’t make an appearance, someone was bound to come looking for us. Also, knowing that when there was time later, I was probably going to freak out all over again. All I could hope was that I was smart enough not to shove a wedge between us again.

“Sorry,” Jake muttered, and I felt his hold on me ease quickly, but his fingers lingered, stroking down my back and resting between my shoulder blades as I sat up slightly. “That was…a lot.”

“Not necessarily a bad thing,” I said, feeling it was true but thinking it was a lot more complicated than that. “You, uh…I probably know the answer, but what were you thinking about just then?”

“You’re right,” he chuckled. “It is pretty obvious.”

“Fucking me?” I asked before I lost the courage to say the words.

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug.

“Figured,” I said. “And with that thing? Sheesh, shouldn’t there be a beginner option?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Wait…you’ve never⁠—?”

“I said I’ve done nothing more than kiss a couple of guys before…well, actually before you, but still,” I said, getting off him so if we were found, it wasn’t immediately suspicious.

“Yeah, but like…not even with a girl?”

“Do girls have dicks?”

“They got fingers. And…other things.”

I forgot what I was doing, absently yanking up my pants and grimacing when I realized I was supposed to clean off before I did that, but it was too damn late. “You’ve let a girl use a toy on you?”

“Strap-on,” Jake said in the same voice someone would use to explain that, yes, you should engage in foreplay before fucking someone.

“How…” I began to ask how I didn’t know something like that and realized that we hadn’t really talked about our sexual experiences. Before I would have said it was because neither of us felt the need to ‘brag’ or go into ‘gory’ details. That was before he and I had taken a sudden left turn a couple of roads back, and I wondered if there was something else at play there.

“I mean, ya gotta use lube, and toys can help,” he began, and suddenly I was struck by the image of him sticking things up his ass, followed by someone else, some faceless woman, doing it for him. The first images were actually pretty entertaining, even though I would never have thought about let alone enjoy them, but well…my life was weird as hell sometimes. The second images were weird, but mostly because they left me with an itchy, uncomfortable feeling under my skin and I pushed those away fast.

“Not what I was going to ask,” I told him, holding up a hand as he adjusted his clothes. “I…don’t want to hear about some girl…just⁠—”

He cocked his head, opened his mouth, and bless his heart, he actually realized he didn’t want to say whatever had popped into his head. “Alright, fair enough. But ya know…might be useful information.”

I stared at him in confusion. “Huh?”

The corner of his lips twitched. “I’ll let that bounce around in your head.”

“Funny,” I grumbled, knowing I was clearly missing something, and he was clearly enjoying that I was slow on the uptake. “So, now that we got that out of the way. We should probably head out. I need to check the beaver dam; it’s been sitting rent-free in my brain ever since we were told the storm was coming. I’ll explain in a minute, but there’s a few things I need to grab before we⁠—”

I stopped and stared at the wall behind my desk, feeling a wheel in my head turn and click into place. I turned and looked at Jake as he stared at me expectantly, all business suddenly. I opened my mouth, and then when only a faint noise came out, I turned back toward my desk and took a deep breath.

“You okay?” Jake asked, worry in his voice.

I closed my eyes. “Were you…offering to let me fuck you instead because you’ve had experience with someone doing stuff like that?”