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Jamie cried out in distress at the sudden loss of pressure, and Chris managed to muster enough wits and energy to quickly slide three fingers of his left hand into the space that his cock had just vacated. He curved them sharply inwards and his right hand fast pumped Jamie’s shaft, the head already leaking pre-come. It took him only four strokes before Jamie reached orgasm, coming hard all over his taut abs and shouting Chris’s name.
Spent, Chris rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling fast and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he shakily ran his hands over his sweating face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, turning to Jamie, who was breathing even harder, eyes closed.
“Yeah…just…give…me…a minute…”
Chris huffed in exhausted amusement and closed his own eyes as he concentrated on getting his own breathing under control.
* * * *
He was woken by his phone ringing, shrill in the quiet of the yacht’s belly. Chris sat up sharply and began searching for his pants, pulling the phone from the pocket just in time to pick up the call on the final ring.
“Roberts.”
“Hey, it’s Ryan,” the voice on the other end replied. It was one of the Secret Servicemen staying at the house. “Are you guys still out on the water?”
Chris blinked and remembered. “Yes. Why?”
“Because there’s a storm rolling in. You might want to tell Barratt to cut his boat trip short and get back here before you’re stuck.”
Chris hung up and checked the time. They had been asleep for hours, obviously having passed out in a post-coital haze.
Gently, Chris shook his lover’s shoulder. “Jamie, wake up.”
“Hmmm…?” came the sleepy reply.
“There’s a storm coming in—we gotta go.”
Jamie groaned and buried his face in the pillow for a second before pushing himself to his elbows and squinting at Chris. “How long was I out?”
“A couple of hours,” Chris murmured with a soft smile, pulling on his pants.
“Wow,” Jamie replied, his voice husky with sleep. “I guess you wore me out!”
“You wouldn’t let me do anything less.”
Jamie grinned and Chris searched for the rest of their clothes, untangling them from the untidy pile. When he straightened, Jamie was watching him, eyes soft.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked with a mild frown.
Jamie smiled gently. “Yeah…yeah, I’m great. I should get dressed.”
They looked at each other for a second before Jamie’s grin widened and he sat forward, crawling across the bed to Chris. Kneeling, he placed a hand on either side of Chris’s face and kissed him.
“I think I may just adore you a little bit.”
Chris smiled. “Only a little bit?”
“Well, we’ve known each other only a few weeks,” Jamie replied cheerfully. “It’s a little early for full on adoration.”
Chris felt a warmth begin in his chest and he kissed Jamie back. “In that case,” he murmured against Jamie’s smiling lips. “I think I might just adore you a little bit, too.”
Chapter 11
The storm lasted for two days, starting about ten minutes after they had returned to the harbor. It left them housebound for most of the time, but Chris and Jamie didn’t mind one bit, as it meant that they got to thoroughly explore each other in bed with no interruptions.
Chris was certain now that Jamie’s favorite thing was to be finger fucked, because yes, Jamie begged for it and told him every time that he loved it, but also Chris could tell in the way Jamie’s voice caught when he said it, the way his eyes unfocussed and his breath hitched when Chris’s fingers twisted or crooked inside of him, the fact that Chris could make him come from literally that alone, not having to touch him anywhere else.
