the sex, so after a quick shower, Westley pulled his jeans and shirt back on.
Westley couldn’t make the first move—it was a battle against his nature to go to Jaylen’s motel and even suggest it—but Jaylen seemed more occupied with pacing around Westley’s cabin like he was looking for an escape hatch than paying attention to Westley. Westley finally gave up and sat down on the couch to turn the television on.
Jaylen grinned at him when he heard the noise. He was doing it on purpose. Jaylen was a fucking tease. Westley tried to ignore how that fresh knowledge made his cock heavier. “Why don’t you come sit?” Westley asked. His voice shook too much to sound seductive, but Jaylen grabbed the two beers off the counter and came anyway. He plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, but he put his feet up next to Westley’s on the coffee table.
Westley locked his gaze on the television, only sneaking occasional glances over at Jaylen, who had sprawled out and splayed his legs open like he was posing for the cover of a porn DVD. All he needed was a sign in comic sans over his head that said “Testosterone Treat,” and he’d be set.
He snapped his gaze back to the tube when Jaylen caught him looking. Jaylen probably thought he was a virgin. Westley was happy to play up the nervous, shy angle. No lie that he was nervous—nervous his pack would figure out what he was doing and kill him. If anything were to seal the deal on his already well-paved path to Outcast-ville, taking a wanted hunter to bed for his protection would do it.
“ Well,” Jaylen said, and left Westley to finish the rest. Westley blinked beneath his unwavering gaze, feeling hot and flushed from those brown eyes. If he looked close, he saw specks of green and gold. Westley figured he could spend forever looking close.
“ Yeah.” Westley gave the best—the only—answer he could. The beer bottle sweated in his palm. He licked its moisture off his lips and watched as Jaylen put his own bottle on the floor. Then he reached for Westley’s and put it beside his.
“ I hope that talk back at the hotel about me not driving myself wasn’t you telling me you only top—”
“ It wasn’t,” Westley said.
“ Good. Because I want to fuck you,” Jaylen said.
Westley nodded. He’d figured—hoped for—that. Jaylen on top. Inside. “I want... Yes. That.” He bit his lip to stop the “please” from coming out. In his distraction, he missed the meaning of Jaylen’s hands at his waist. His brain didn’t catch up with the plan until Jaylen had pulled Westley’s shirt over his head. The cool air hit his torso. Pulling Westley by the hips, Jaylen got him scooted around so he was lying on his back on the couch, knees bent, and Jaylen between his legs.
Jaylen’s fingers were beer bottle cold and wet on Westley’s belly, and made Westley feel something that pierced warm and pleasant down into his core. “Uh.” As he exhaled, his stomach pulled away from Jaylen’s fingers.
“ Sorry,” Jaylen said. He let his hand hover in the new inch between them.
“ No, it’s fine, it’s uh.” Overwhelming. Need a minute. Your touch, what you’re doing to me. “Your fingers are cold.”
“ Sorry.” Jaylen licked them and returned them warm to Westley’s skin. Then, as if he understood the real reason Westley had hesitated, he said, “I’ll go slow.” He dragged his fingers up Westley’s torso, following the light brown treasure trail the wrong way. Westley swallowed as Jaylen licked his lips. He flattened out his thighs and spread his legs. His erection strained in his trousers. Jaylen hadn’t touched him there yet. Westley figured he might die if it didn’t happen soon. He didn’t know when his urge to submit had been so strong, and this to a human.
They’d just started. He shouldn’t feel like this yet. With Tom, the feeling didn’t come until Tom was deep inside him, coaxing up an orgasm. With Cody, it never came. “Slow as
Westley couldn’t make the first move—it was a battle against his nature to go to Jaylen’s motel and even suggest it—but Jaylen seemed more occupied with pacing around Westley’s cabin like he was looking for an escape hatch than paying attention to Westley. Westley finally gave up and sat down on the couch to turn the television on.
Jaylen grinned at him when he heard the noise. He was doing it on purpose. Jaylen was a fucking tease. Westley tried to ignore how that fresh knowledge made his cock heavier. “Why don’t you come sit?” Westley asked. His voice shook too much to sound seductive, but Jaylen grabbed the two beers off the counter and came anyway. He plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, but he put his feet up next to Westley’s on the coffee table.
Westley locked his gaze on the television, only sneaking occasional glances over at Jaylen, who had sprawled out and splayed his legs open like he was posing for the cover of a porn DVD. All he needed was a sign in comic sans over his head that said “Testosterone Treat,” and he’d be set.
He snapped his gaze back to the tube when Jaylen caught him looking. Jaylen probably thought he was a virgin. Westley was happy to play up the nervous, shy angle. No lie that he was nervous—nervous his pack would figure out what he was doing and kill him. If anything were to seal the deal on his already well-paved path to Outcast-ville, taking a wanted hunter to bed for his protection would do it.
“ Well,” Jaylen said, and left Westley to finish the rest. Westley blinked beneath his unwavering gaze, feeling hot and flushed from those brown eyes. If he looked close, he saw specks of green and gold. Westley figured he could spend forever looking close.
“ Yeah.” Westley gave the best—the only—answer he could. The beer bottle sweated in his palm. He licked its moisture off his lips and watched as Jaylen put his own bottle on the floor. Then he reached for Westley’s and put it beside his.
“ I hope that talk back at the hotel about me not driving myself wasn’t you telling me you only top—”
“ It wasn’t,” Westley said.
“ Good. Because I want to fuck you,” Jaylen said.
Westley nodded. He’d figured—hoped for—that. Jaylen on top. Inside. “I want... Yes. That.” He bit his lip to stop the “please” from coming out. In his distraction, he missed the meaning of Jaylen’s hands at his waist. His brain didn’t catch up with the plan until Jaylen had pulled Westley’s shirt over his head. The cool air hit his torso. Pulling Westley by the hips, Jaylen got him scooted around so he was lying on his back on the couch, knees bent, and Jaylen between his legs.
Jaylen’s fingers were beer bottle cold and wet on Westley’s belly, and made Westley feel something that pierced warm and pleasant down into his core. “Uh.” As he exhaled, his stomach pulled away from Jaylen’s fingers.
“ Sorry,” Jaylen said. He let his hand hover in the new inch between them.
“ No, it’s fine, it’s uh.” Overwhelming. Need a minute. Your touch, what you’re doing to me. “Your fingers are cold.”
“ Sorry.” Jaylen licked them and returned them warm to Westley’s skin. Then, as if he understood the real reason Westley had hesitated, he said, “I’ll go slow.” He dragged his fingers up Westley’s torso, following the light brown treasure trail the wrong way. Westley swallowed as Jaylen licked his lips. He flattened out his thighs and spread his legs. His erection strained in his trousers. Jaylen hadn’t touched him there yet. Westley figured he might die if it didn’t happen soon. He didn’t know when his urge to submit had been so strong, and this to a human.
They’d just started. He shouldn’t feel like this yet. With Tom, the feeling didn’t come until Tom was deep inside him, coaxing up an orgasm. With Cody, it never came. “Slow as
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