Then he began to chuckle.
The silky voice below him was muffled. “What are you laughing at, straight boy?”
He nuzzled the ear closest to him. “Don’t know if you can use that name for me anymore, gay boy.”
“Feeling pretty proud of ourselves are we?” He sounded amused.
Jake slid a little to the side, giving Roan room to turn over and face him as Jake pressed against his body. “Actually, I’m feeling damned wonderful. I haven’t come that hard”—he leaned down and kissed Roan’s lips softly—“ever.” Then, for no reason he could exactly explain, he took his sticky, cum-covered hand and began to lick it.
“Oh shit, Jake, you are so sexy.” Roan pulled the hand down to his own lips and began to lick it too, twining his tongue with Jake’s.
Jake whispered against the shell of Roan’s ear, “Can’t believe I’m getting hard again.”
“Want to suck you till you come.”
Jake did his best sulky child imitation. “No, I want to suck you.”
Roan grinned big. “Let’s share.” He sat up. Pulling the used condom off Jake, he positioned his head beside Jake’s now half-masted cock and stretched himself out along his side, giving Jake access to his already full erection. Both men grabbed their joysticks and went eagerly to work.
Chapter Six
Wow. When was the last time he woke up with someone’s head on his shoulder? He was usually the first one to get up and go home. Not this time. Jake buried his nose in the thick black hair of his sleeping lover and smelled some sweet, barely discernible scent like ginger. He noticed that his nose wasn’t the only active appendage this morning. Morning wood stood at rigid attention.
It was amazing he could ever get it up again. They had literally fucked themselves senseless last night, riding their hormones relentlessly with hard-on after hard-on until exhaustion had finally claimed them both. But jeez, it had been great. Amazingly, Roan said he hadn’t had a really satisfying sexual relationship in a long time, just like Jake. Well, last night they’d made up for centuries of bad sex. He may have just trashed his life, but there had been bountiful rewards.
He glanced down over the smooth, hard back, and for the first time, could make out the tattoo on Roan’s shoulder. Tilting his head, he read I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself . D.H. Lawrence? He was pretty sure. Something about a bird falling from a branch, frozen, but never feeling sorry for itself. Wow. He’d like to hear that story.
He stretched a little, trying not to wake Roan but needing to get the kinks out of his body. Had they been cuddled this way all night? That would be another first for Jake. After sex, he usually was ready to claim some alone time.
“Is this for me?” The silky voice hummed against Jake’s chest as a hand surrounded his very prominent hard-on.
Jake chuckled. “I thought I would never fuck again, but obviously my cock has different ideas.”
“Do you need to pee first?”
“No, the small head is in charge right now, and he wants to fuck you stupid.”
Roan wiggled out from Jake’s side, reached to the nightstand for condoms and lube, and ripped a package open with his teeth, while never once stopping his stroking of Jake’s erection.
Jake moaned, “You are a multitasking fool, sweetheart.” And though he didn’t say it, since it sometimes made Roan uncomfortable, the model was also the most beautiful thing Jake had ever seen in the morning. Forget your sunrises; keep your setting moon. Roan’s face, still a little sleepy and heavy-lidded, was clearly the eighth wonder of the world.
Jake reached out and caressed Roan’s cheek as the brunet focused on getting the condom on Jake. “You don’t have much beard, do you?”
Roan shook his head distractedly, since he was clearly on a mission to fuck. “Native American genes, I’m told.”
“But you’re so fair.”
“Yeah, the Irish won.” He grinned as he began to stroke Jake’s
The silky voice below him was muffled. “What are you laughing at, straight boy?”
He nuzzled the ear closest to him. “Don’t know if you can use that name for me anymore, gay boy.”
“Feeling pretty proud of ourselves are we?” He sounded amused.
Jake slid a little to the side, giving Roan room to turn over and face him as Jake pressed against his body. “Actually, I’m feeling damned wonderful. I haven’t come that hard”—he leaned down and kissed Roan’s lips softly—“ever.” Then, for no reason he could exactly explain, he took his sticky, cum-covered hand and began to lick it.
“Oh shit, Jake, you are so sexy.” Roan pulled the hand down to his own lips and began to lick it too, twining his tongue with Jake’s.
Jake whispered against the shell of Roan’s ear, “Can’t believe I’m getting hard again.”
“Want to suck you till you come.”
Jake did his best sulky child imitation. “No, I want to suck you.”
Roan grinned big. “Let’s share.” He sat up. Pulling the used condom off Jake, he positioned his head beside Jake’s now half-masted cock and stretched himself out along his side, giving Jake access to his already full erection. Both men grabbed their joysticks and went eagerly to work.
Chapter Six
Wow. When was the last time he woke up with someone’s head on his shoulder? He was usually the first one to get up and go home. Not this time. Jake buried his nose in the thick black hair of his sleeping lover and smelled some sweet, barely discernible scent like ginger. He noticed that his nose wasn’t the only active appendage this morning. Morning wood stood at rigid attention.
It was amazing he could ever get it up again. They had literally fucked themselves senseless last night, riding their hormones relentlessly with hard-on after hard-on until exhaustion had finally claimed them both. But jeez, it had been great. Amazingly, Roan said he hadn’t had a really satisfying sexual relationship in a long time, just like Jake. Well, last night they’d made up for centuries of bad sex. He may have just trashed his life, but there had been bountiful rewards.
He glanced down over the smooth, hard back, and for the first time, could make out the tattoo on Roan’s shoulder. Tilting his head, he read I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself . D.H. Lawrence? He was pretty sure. Something about a bird falling from a branch, frozen, but never feeling sorry for itself. Wow. He’d like to hear that story.
He stretched a little, trying not to wake Roan but needing to get the kinks out of his body. Had they been cuddled this way all night? That would be another first for Jake. After sex, he usually was ready to claim some alone time.
“Is this for me?” The silky voice hummed against Jake’s chest as a hand surrounded his very prominent hard-on.
Jake chuckled. “I thought I would never fuck again, but obviously my cock has different ideas.”
“Do you need to pee first?”
“No, the small head is in charge right now, and he wants to fuck you stupid.”
Roan wiggled out from Jake’s side, reached to the nightstand for condoms and lube, and ripped a package open with his teeth, while never once stopping his stroking of Jake’s erection.
Jake moaned, “You are a multitasking fool, sweetheart.” And though he didn’t say it, since it sometimes made Roan uncomfortable, the model was also the most beautiful thing Jake had ever seen in the morning. Forget your sunrises; keep your setting moon. Roan’s face, still a little sleepy and heavy-lidded, was clearly the eighth wonder of the world.
Jake reached out and caressed Roan’s cheek as the brunet focused on getting the condom on Jake. “You don’t have much beard, do you?”
Roan shook his head distractedly, since he was clearly on a mission to fuck. “Native American genes, I’m told.”
“But you’re so fair.”
“Yeah, the Irish won.” He grinned as he began to stroke Jake’s
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