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“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
Jamie said goodbye and ended the call.
“I forgot about your birthday,” Chris said meekly.
Jamie started to laugh and slid from the stool, moving around the counter. “That’s okay,” he replied, kissing Chris’s temple as he slid an arm around his shoulder. “You’ve known me for only a month, you can’t be expected to remember that yet. I don’t even know when yours is.”
“October 31st,” Chris answered immediately.
Jamie’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?” he asked with amusement.
“Yes, seriously.” Chris grinned, pushing away his empty plate and wrapping his arms around Jamie’s waist, pulling him between his thighs.
Jamie kissed him, that lingering bottom lip driving Chris crazy as Jamie’s fingers linked at the back of his neck, a fingertip of one hand sneaking under the collar of Chris’s T-shirt, stroking the skin. A sigh bubbled its way out from Chris’s chest, and it made Jamie laugh against his lips.
“I could get used to this,” Chris murmured.
“Maybe we should make the most of having an empty house.”
Chris raised his eyebrows, running his thumbs against Jamie’s hips, over his shirt. “What are you suggesting?
Jamie hummed softly against his mouth, smiling before pulling away. He walked backwards, one foot carefully behind the other as he stripped off his T-shirt. Chris swallowed, his breath quickening.
Jamie dropped the T-shirt in the doorway and smirked at him. “Well,” he replied, his voice dropping into that low huskiness that Chris had heard on the yacht. “I’m still kinda slicked up from last night. I thought you might want to pull me into your lap and find out if I’m still all open.”
Chris might have stopped breathing for a second. This was definitely a totally different Jamie to the one he’d brought home the night before. He was standing in the doorway with his hands the front of his boxers, bottom lip between his teeth as he smirked at Chris, unashamedly stroking himself under the fabric. Chris’s own cock gave an enthusiastic twitch and he all but jumped off the stool.
“Fuck, yes,” he found himself saying, striding purposefully towards Jamie, ridding himself of his own T-shirt just as he reached Jamie and caught his mouth again, his hand gripping his chin as he prised open Jamie’s lips with his tongue and forcefully kissed him.
Chris found himself pulled forwards by the waistband of his underwear, his mouth never breaking with Jamie’s as they moved, until Chris found himself being turned, then forcefully pushed back. He landed on the third step of the staircase, his back bumping hard into the wood as he looked up at Jamie swiftly stripping off his boxers. He was already hard and Chris couldn’t help but groan at the sight, his mouth watering as Jamie grasped himself at the base and slowly pulled upwards—so very slowly, his eyes fluttering closed for a split second. He bit his lip and grinned, knowing that Chris was staring.
“See something you like, Roberts?” he asked.
“I do, but he’s standing a little too far away.”
Jamie laughed, light and breathy as his hand reached the head of his cock and he tightened his grip, twisting his wrist and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Heat flared in Chris’s belly—he knew what that move did to him, so he could very easily imagine how Jamie felt right now.
“Well, you still have your pants on,” Jamie countered breathlessly. “How am I supposed to sit on your cock if you’re all covered up?”
Chris instantly lifted his hips, fingers hooking into the waistband and dragging them off. Jamie laughed at him again, but rewarded Chris by coming closer, releasing himself and straddling Chris’s hips, settling himself on his knees on the hard wood step.
“My God, you are totally up for this, aren’t you?” Jamie murmured against Chris’s lips as he lowered himself, hips canting in Chris’s lap.
“Well, it’s kinda hard to resist when you’re all naked and gorgeous and touching yourself in front of me,” Chris breathed, sliding his hands down Jamie’s sides. He knew Jamie loved that—he always groaned at the pressure.
“Oh, good,” Jamie replied, ghosting his lips over Chris’s as he pressed down with his hips. Chris’s dick was rock hard, sliding easily between the cleft of Jamie’s ass cheeks. He could still feel the slickness of the residual gel from the night before and he moaned.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re using big words again, Chris.” Jamie grinned. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”
“Oh, I definitely want to fuck you.”
Jamie’s eyes lit up. “Well, well. It sounds like Chris is finally getting with the program.” He ran his fingers up the length of Chris’s shaft, making his breath hitch. “Do you want to work me open a little or do you just want me to sit on it and see if I’m slick enough to take you?”
“Do you want to maybe stop taunting me before you get my cock shoved so far into your ass that you black out, whether you’re ready for it or not?”
And it was like Chris had just flipped the switch to maximum. Jamie’s mouth dropped open and he made a small, choked sound in the back of his throat, his blue eyes almost black and filled with unbridled joy.
