problem, and so he moved toward Jace even as the boy put his hands out to stop him. There was pain and anger and plenty of other things he didn’t want to see reflected in Jace’s eyes, and so he concentrated on getting Jace into his arms.
“I’m not kidding,” Jace told him through gritted teeth as he moved out of reach. “Don’t turn this into a goddamned fight.”
But it already was.
He’d told himself he was only coming here to stop Jace from being upset and then he’d walk away. The second he saw the boy in person, he knew he’d been lying to himself.
Jace might’ve been younger and just as strong, but Clint had been at this game a lot longer. He let Jace fight against him while he used his hands to get at what he wanted.
When Clint touched him through his sweats, Jace froze and then moved to punch Clint. He avoided it and worked on pure adrenaline to get Jace pushed against the counter and subdued enough to yank his sweats down and palm his dick, because Jace could give him a run for his money in a true fight.
God, the boy looked so good—blond and tan, his blue eyes glowing against the golden hue—and even though Clint couldn’t ignore the hurt in them, he knew he could fix it. Had to.
“Let me go,” Jace bit out, but he’d stopped struggling, just stood still and silent except for the rough breaths that broke through. “Please…stop.”
A plea, but he didn’t really want Clint to do that. The Dom in him had been trained to know the subtle difference between a true request to stop and one like this, where Jace didn’t want to cave this easily. Telling Clint to stop was his way of lying to himself that he was overpowered, and that was the only reason he was staying still and allowing the hand job.
Clint could deal with that. “I’m not stopping, baby.”
“I’m not your baby.”
“Right—you’re my sweet little virgin,” he said, and Jace choked back a whimper at the reminder and his cock grew harder, precome leaking, color rising in his face. Clint stroked the hard shaft, refusing to take his eyes from Jace’s, needing to see the change from cold to hot desire.
It took several moments, but finally he got what he wanted. Jace’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes glazed and his hips rocked to Clint’s rhythm.
“You missed this.”
“You missed this,” Jace whispered back, his voice raw, and Clint had no choice but to nod his agreement. Jace relented further at that, so much so that Clint was able to let go of his grip on the boy’s shoulder and sink to his knees to take Jace’s cock into his mouth. But first he tongued the tip, sucking in the white pearl of precome as the boy moaned his appreciation.
Jace tasted so damned good. Clint had definitely missed this, missed the kid, which was what bothered Clint the most of all this.
He’d missed Jace . Fuck.
He shoved the sweats all the way down, got one foot out completely. He felt Jace’s tentative fingers in his hair as he licked the underside of Jace’s cock, shoved the boy’s legs open further with an impatience he hadn’t realized was there. One hand fondled the boy’s heavy balls as he took Jace’s dick into his mouth, deep-throating it.
When he heard Jace murmur, “ Clint ”, he knew he just might be forgiven.
Chapter Eight
When Clint had moved in on him like a predator, Jace told himself he should get out of the way or punch the big man—anything to stop Clint from getting too close again. And he was way too close, but Jace had been unable to stop him.
He wanted to lie to himself and say that Clint overpowered him completely, but he couldn’t. So he’d let Clint sink to his knees one last time, because the bastard owed him. And it was good—probably better than he’d remembered.
As Clint’s mouth worked him, tongue and a light scrape of teeth—just enough to make Jace jolt with pleasure—Jace knew this man could easily get him back into bed. Maybe he was the biggest fucking fool alive for
“I’m not kidding,” Jace told him through gritted teeth as he moved out of reach. “Don’t turn this into a goddamned fight.”
But it already was.
He’d told himself he was only coming here to stop Jace from being upset and then he’d walk away. The second he saw the boy in person, he knew he’d been lying to himself.
Jace might’ve been younger and just as strong, but Clint had been at this game a lot longer. He let Jace fight against him while he used his hands to get at what he wanted.
When Clint touched him through his sweats, Jace froze and then moved to punch Clint. He avoided it and worked on pure adrenaline to get Jace pushed against the counter and subdued enough to yank his sweats down and palm his dick, because Jace could give him a run for his money in a true fight.
God, the boy looked so good—blond and tan, his blue eyes glowing against the golden hue—and even though Clint couldn’t ignore the hurt in them, he knew he could fix it. Had to.
“Let me go,” Jace bit out, but he’d stopped struggling, just stood still and silent except for the rough breaths that broke through. “Please…stop.”
A plea, but he didn’t really want Clint to do that. The Dom in him had been trained to know the subtle difference between a true request to stop and one like this, where Jace didn’t want to cave this easily. Telling Clint to stop was his way of lying to himself that he was overpowered, and that was the only reason he was staying still and allowing the hand job.
Clint could deal with that. “I’m not stopping, baby.”
“I’m not your baby.”
“Right—you’re my sweet little virgin,” he said, and Jace choked back a whimper at the reminder and his cock grew harder, precome leaking, color rising in his face. Clint stroked the hard shaft, refusing to take his eyes from Jace’s, needing to see the change from cold to hot desire.
It took several moments, but finally he got what he wanted. Jace’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes glazed and his hips rocked to Clint’s rhythm.
“You missed this.”
“You missed this,” Jace whispered back, his voice raw, and Clint had no choice but to nod his agreement. Jace relented further at that, so much so that Clint was able to let go of his grip on the boy’s shoulder and sink to his knees to take Jace’s cock into his mouth. But first he tongued the tip, sucking in the white pearl of precome as the boy moaned his appreciation.
Jace tasted so damned good. Clint had definitely missed this, missed the kid, which was what bothered Clint the most of all this.
He’d missed Jace . Fuck.
He shoved the sweats all the way down, got one foot out completely. He felt Jace’s tentative fingers in his hair as he licked the underside of Jace’s cock, shoved the boy’s legs open further with an impatience he hadn’t realized was there. One hand fondled the boy’s heavy balls as he took Jace’s dick into his mouth, deep-throating it.
When he heard Jace murmur, “ Clint ”, he knew he just might be forgiven.
Chapter Eight
When Clint had moved in on him like a predator, Jace told himself he should get out of the way or punch the big man—anything to stop Clint from getting too close again. And he was way too close, but Jace had been unable to stop him.
He wanted to lie to himself and say that Clint overpowered him completely, but he couldn’t. So he’d let Clint sink to his knees one last time, because the bastard owed him. And it was good—probably better than he’d remembered.
As Clint’s mouth worked him, tongue and a light scrape of teeth—just enough to make Jace jolt with pleasure—Jace knew this man could easily get him back into bed. Maybe he was the biggest fucking fool alive for
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