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“I’m noticing now,” Jamie murmured, his mouth against Chris’s jaw. “And I could really use a distraction…”
Chris’s stomach fluttered at the way that Jamie’s lips grazed his skin, working their way over his throat. It shouldn’t have felt so good, not with the worry that was still flooded in his system.
“Is that such a good plan?” he managed to ask. “With how you’re feeling about earlier tonight…?”
“It’s the best plan,” Jamie whispered into Chris’s neck, and Chris felt his concern ebbing. His hands moved under Jamie’s tuxedo jacket and slid up his back. “I can’t think of a better way to get over it than to get lost in you.”
“I’ll do anything you want; you know that,” Chris breathed.
Jamie stopped his ministrations and straightened, looking Chris directly in the eyes with a small smile. “It was really more of a request than an order.”
“In that case—” Chris smiled back “—I would be really happy to be that distraction.”
* * * *
It had taken them forever to make it up the stairs, unable to stop kissing for more than a few seconds and taking full advantage of the break to peel off each other’s clothing.
Jamie’s skin felt like it was on fire, burning with the desire to feel Chris’s body pressed against his. If he could have torn off everything, he would have, but Chris was stronger and pressed him up against the banister, hands and mouth moving on him so infuriatingly slowly, forcing him to be slow, too. With a soft whine, Jamie succumbed to it, allowing Chris this pace, because to be quite honest, he had dictated it every other time they had slept together.
Naked when they reached the bedroom, they both knelt on the bed, Jamie’s arms wrapped around Chris’s shoulders, fingers feathering the short tendrils at the base of his hairline while he let Chris’s hands roam. He had the most gorgeous hands—large, long-fingered, smooth palms except for the calluses at specific points that were the telltale sign of a man who knew how to handle a gun. The tips of those fingers pressed into Jamie’s flesh with the lightest pressure, so gentle, so tender, and it was all Jamie could do not to beg for more.
He wasn’t used to being treated like glass, like he was something pure and delicate that needed to be handled with care. Jamie craved roughness, to be thrown carelessly onto a bed and mercilessly fucked into the mattress. It drowned out everything that went on in his head, made him feel something for real instead of having to fake it. It had really been the only thing that made him feel like he was living instead of just existing.
And then there was Chris, who looked at him like he was the best thing to ever happen to him, and Jamie wondered how he ever got so lucky, how this man had made him feel like he was worth saving, worth working hard to be a better person. He wondered how he had fallen so completely in love within four weeks.
Chris’s kiss told Jamie everything he needed to know. If Pierce had planted doubt in his mind earlier, Jamie had no trace of it now as Chris’s arms wrapped around him and bent him backwards, forcing Jamie’s knees to buckle under him and lie flat. Chris’s weight on top of him was glorious, heavy and solid and warm as he pressed into Jamie’s body, tongue working into his mouth in long, languid strokes, pressing against Jamie’s own, rough yet soft, and wet and perfect.
His fingernails dug slightly into Chris’s scalp as his thick, heavy, hard cock slipped between Jamie’s thighs, then slid between his buttocks. Jamie groaned, the sound swallowed by Chris’s continual kisses, taking ownership of Jamie’s mouth. He wrapped his legs around Chris’s back and felt the slide of Chris’s cock more firmly against his cheeks, slipping wetly between them and smearing them in pre-come.
If Jamie had thought he was on fire before, it was nothing compared to the heat he felt now, the slow burn of their rutting, Jamie’s dick trapped between his own body and the weight of Chris’s, touched by nowhere near enough of it, and still Chris was absolutely in control, in no hurry, his pace not shifting at all as Jamie came apart at the seams.
Jamie slid his hands down Chris’s body, along the well-defined shoulders and muscular back to squeeze at the impossibly tiny rump, trying desperately to tug him closer, to get more, to feel more of Chris on every inch of his own body. But they were already as close as they could get without being joined, and Jamie sobbed dryly against Chris’s lips, frantic from need.
“Please,” he whispered as he tore away his mouth, his body pressing upwards into Chris’s. “I need you inside me baby, please…”
Despite his slow pace, Chris’s breathing was hard and a light rose tint spread over his cheeks as he peered into Jamie’s eyes, almost as if Jamie was the sun, too bright yet too beautiful to stop looking at. Chris stroked Jamie’s hair and pressed a single kiss to his throat. “Yes,’ he whispered.
His soft mouth pressed a line of kisses from behind Jamie’s ear, over his neck to his collarbone, and Jamie didn’t even notice that Chris had been searching for the bottle until two fingers slicked with cold gel ran over his entrance and made him suck in a breath from shock and pure want.
The whine that bubbled up from his chest and spilled from his lips as Chris’s fingers breached him would have been embarrassing if it had been in anyone else’s company. It didn’t hurt, not with the amount of times Chris had done this to him over the last few days, but it wasn’t enough. Those two fingers slowly moved inside of him, and Chris sucked his collarbone, likely leaving a mark, and he barely felt a thing, just a teasing pressure that drove him mad. He tried to fuck Chris’s hand, but the angle was wrong, and he couldn’t move.
Jamie couldn’t take any more of it. “Chris,please!”
“Okay,” Chris murmured in his ear. There was a moment where Chris’s fingers slid out of his body, leaving him empty and mourning the loss of the tease, where all he could hear was Chris’s steady breathing as he fumbled with the bottle of gel and slicked himself up. “It’s okay…I’ve got you.”
Jamie barely had time to register Chris pushing against him, sliding into him in one smooth stroke. Jamie’s breath caught in his throat as his head slammed into the pillow, his vision whiting out for a second because he’d gone from nothing to everything in an instant. Chris’s thighs were pressed against his buttocks, and Jamie’s ankles crossed over his lover’s back as Chris settled inside him, balls deep, and he kissed him once, softly on the lips.
Jamie’s eyes went wide as Chris pulled out almost entirely, head of his cock sitting just inside, before sliding back, just as achingly slow. The groan that left Jamie was louder than any noise either of them had made yet because this was torture. He was filled, stretched deliciously by Chris’s girth, but the slow pressure still wasn’t enough. It was an itch that was desperate to be scratched but it just never found the right spot.
Chris was in no hurry, propped up on his elbows over him, sucking delicately on his bottom lip as he panted into Chris’s mouth, fingers digging into his forearms, and all the while, that ice blue gaze fixed on his own. Too much, but not enough.
“Chris…” Jamie pleaded as Chris pressed his mouth to the hollow of Jamie’s throat, tongue lapping delicately. Jamie cried out, his back arching, and that changed the angle, andthis…ohthiswas what Jamie had wanted, Chris’s cock buried deep into him with a hard slap of skin on skin.
And that was where Chris’s resolve cracked, his pace picking up with this sweeter new angle, not necessarily faster but harder. This was better—being filled completely and being shoved further up the bed with every thrust. There was no stopping the noises that came out of Jamie’s mouth now, louder and higher pitched every time Chris fucked into him, andstillChris’s eyes stayed locked with Jamie’s as they breathed each other’s air and snatched kisses between gasps.
His entire body trembled with his impending orgasm, toes and fingers tingling with numbness, and he had no idea how Chris could make him come without once touching his dick, but it was the most amazing feeling, how his lover could hit that one spot inside him and the heat that had been building up in the pit of his stomach boiled over and raced through his veins, his muscles tensing in his thighs and stomach as his cock pulsed and spilled all over his skin.
As if in wonder, Chris gazed at the milky white pool by Jamie’s navel, and his cheeks flushed as Jamie’s body was racked with aftershocks, everything immediately too much, too sensitive as Chris moved inside him once more, twice, then pulled out. This left Jamie feeling empty again as the man, with a shaky gasp, came all over the sheet between Jamie’s thighs.
