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He lost himself in it, in the heaviness of Jamie’s cock against his tongue, the fullness in his mouth, the scent of his skin—a heady mixture of soap and musk that made him dizzy, and the delightful moans spilling from Jamie’s mouth. Chris could have been there minutes or hours, but it was like nothing else in the world mattered except this, and he probably would have stayed there if it hadn’t been for Jamie prising the fingers of one hand away from his hip and bringing them to his lips.
Jamie slowly sucked Chris’s fingers, tongue swirling around them, coating them in spit all the way down to the second knuckle. Chris was mesmerized as Jamie removed them from his mouth and began to guide Chris’s hand down and around, between the cleft of his behind and over the tight opening, which was already wet and slick with spit. Chris groaned and let Jamie’s hardness slip from his mouth with an obscene, wet pop, slapping back into Jamie’s abs as Chris circled his finger around the ring of muscle, his cheeks starting to burn.
“Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly.
Jamie’s fingers tightened in Chris’s hair as he brought their faces close, breathing shallow. “There is nothing you could do to me, Chris, that I wouldn’t want you to do,” Jamie murmured.
That was all the permission Chris needed, pressing his finger forward to breach the opening. Jamie pulled in a breath and Chris took the opportunity to press his lips to Jamie’s throat, sucking and nipping his way down the skin over the pulse point as he pushed in to the first knuckle and back out, then in again.
Scratch what Chris had thought earlier about never being more turned on in his life—this overtook it by a mile. Jamie’s fingers tightened in his hair so much that Chris’s eyes watered, and the noises he was making were high and needy as Chris worked him open. Jamie’s hips started to rock backwards as Chris moved a little deeper. Within a minute, Jamie was practically fucking his fingers, keeping them deep as his lips clamped over Chris’s earlobe once again. Jamie sucked hard, his breath coming in ragged huffs.
The heat in Chris’s belly spread through his thighs and coiled around deep inside him. When he crooked his fingers, Jamie cried out, his mouth leaving Chris’s ear as he sat up and threw back his head, eyes closed. His hands settled on Chris’s shoulders and smoothed down his forearms as he rocked on Chris’s fingers, a little deeper, a little faster.
“Shit, that’s good…” Jamie gasped, his head lolling forward, blue eyes fluttering open. His pupils were so big that his eyes looked black, lips wet and slick from where he had never stopped biting them. Another bolt of heat flooded Chris as he watched Jamie raise his own hand to his mouth and lick a long stripe up his palm, thoroughly coating it before delving between their bodies and wrapping his fingers around Chris’s leaking erection, resuming the rhythm he’d started earlier. He pulled gently up the shaft, ending at the head with a squeeze and a twist before sliding back down, leaving Chris panting within seconds.
What had started slow was now fast, erratic, and desperate as they hurtled towards the edge, Chris’s fingers deep inside Jamie, curling against that spot every so often and making him cry out to the empty room as Chris was pulled and twisted and squeezed gorgeously until…
“Oh, God, Chris…I’m going to come…I’m…ohhhh…!”
Chris was there before him, head thrown back against the couch cushion, mouth slack as a long, drawn out groan escaped it as the muscles in his stomach tightened and his thighs tensed, and he was spilling all over himself in a rush of heat. His fingers faltered in their rhythm, and he thrust them deep, curving inwards one last time. Chris’s eyelids snapped open just in time to see Jamie’s orgasm wash over him, blue eyes wide and biting his bottom lip so hard it could break the skin, shoulders shuddering as his come spattered over the fingers he’d wrapped around his cock in the last few seconds.
Jamie’s head fell forward onto Chris’s and they both sucked in large gulps of air. Chris moved his fingers, but Jamie still hissed in slight discomfort as they slid from him. He started to laugh, light and breathy.
“Fuck…”
“Yeah…” Chris agreed, running his fingertips over Jamie’s back. Jamie swallowed hard, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“You don’t want to change your mind now, do you?”
Chris smiled and ran his hands into Jamie’s hair, pulling him down and fiercely kissing him, wordlessly telling him that no, he didn’t want to change his mind. Not ever.
“Take me to bed,” he whispered against Jamie’s lips, “and make me never want to leave it.”
Chapter 9
It was after midnight when Jamie felt a rough wet nose nudging his cheek, and he woke up to find Boomer staring despondently at him. Jamie groaned and shifted in the bed to let the dog up, but his back hit something solid, something warm and naked that snaked an arm around Jamie’s middle and pulled him close. Boomer jumped up into the vacated space as Jamie smiled and pulled the dog to him.
“I’m sorry, buddy,” he whispered into the coarse golden hair of Boomer’s neck. “You probably think you’re being replaced, don’t you?”
The Labrador just snuggled in next to him and laid his head on his paws in response.
Jamie sighed contentedly and ran his fingers over a sleeping Chris’s forearm. He didn’t quite remember ever feeling so safe before. Nothing could reach him here.
* * * *
The next time Jamie awoke, it was to a soft mouth placing small, lingering kisses over his shoulders, the base of his neck, his ear. A smile spread across his face as he hummed his pleasure and opened his eyes, pressing back against Chris as arms wrapped around him and tightly held him.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
“Hi,” Chris replied into his ear before resuming kissing it and beginning to work his way back down. Jamie chuckled and reached back to scratch gently at the short hairs at the back of Chris’s neck.
“Well, this is nice to wake up to…”
“Hmmm…” Chris replied as he continued to kiss over Jamie’s shoulder and down his forearm before smoothly rolling Jamie onto his back. Light blue eyes looked down on him playfully and Jamie softly stroked Chris’s cheek, delighting when the man’s eyes closed and he leaned into the touch for a moment before dipping his head to resume his kissing, this time across Jamie’s chest.
Jamie chuckled as those soft lips pressed against his skin, mapping him out from his collarbone and down between his sternum. Then they stopped as they reached a place where Jamie’s skin was taught, thinner, softer. Chris drew back and frowned slightly, his finger running over the scar, about an inch wide that sat just above his seventh rib.
“What’s this from?” Chris asked.
