Chapter 21

“Drake?”

“Don’t move away from me, Jay.” And then his lips were on Jay’s, plundering them almost savagely, hard and desperate. Scents of the French vanilla coffee wafted up from the mugs next to them, but the coffee was forgotten as Drake slid his tongue between Jay’s plump, soft lips.

Jay’s hands rested on Drake’s arms, his fingers gripping them like he had to hold on for dear life. With a groan, Drake shifted closer, until their bodies lined up, the hard ridges of their cocks rubbing against each other.

Jesus.

Drake’s hands rose to thread through Jay’s silky, blond hair, and he tilted Jay’s head to give him better access to the mouth he couldn’t get enough from. If he couldn’t make himself make sense with words, maybe he could get how he felt across to Jay through his body.

And, God, he wanted Jay. Wanted to be buried in his sweet, round, tight ass. Again and again.

Now.

Reluctantly breaking the contact of their lips, Drake leaned his forehead against Jay’s, and stared into the lust-hazed blue gaze. “Bedroom. Or wherever you have lube and a condom.”

Jay blinked. “Are we?”

“Fuck, yes. Now. Please.” He was close to begging. Or was he begging? Drake didn’t know. He laced his hand with Jay’s and tugged him down the short hall to the bedroom.

He tried not to shove Jay through the doorway in his eagerness. His cock had begun to leak pre-cum and left a wet spot on the front of his jeans.

Drake covered Jay’s mouth with his once more, wanting to continue his seduction before Jay changed his mind. He splayed his fingers under Jay’s shirt, caressing the smooth abs.

“Drake,” Jay gasped against his mouth.

“These off,” Drake grunted like a caveman as his fingers yanked at the top button of Jay’s pants. He slid the zipper down. “Where’s the lube and condom?”

“Unh.”

“Jay,” he said, wincing at the impatience in his own voice. He softened it with another searing, deep kiss.

“D-dresser. Top left drawer.”

Drake nodded, exhaling slowly. He stole a few more kisses before breaking away to take the few steps to Jay’s dresser in the corner of his bedroom. He pulled the drawer open and found the supplies.

When he turned back to face Jay, the man was staring at him, his eyes wide, his hair wild and mussed, his cheeks an outrageously sexy pink, and his lips swollen. What the fuck had he ever seen in too smooth, too suave Ross?

“Drake?” Jay’s voice was soft and hesitant.

“I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it,” Drake said. “But I have to know. Do you want this or are you just going along with it?”

If Jay said he was just going along with it for Drake’s sake, or whatever, he would stop. He didn’t want to, of course. He knew if he had sex with Jay there would be no going back. For either of them. There’d be no Ross and no Bobby. Or anyone else. Just them. And maybe that should have been scary. But all he felt was exhilarated.

Jay didn’t respond for what seemed an eternity. Drake had begun to think Jay would turn him away after all. But then Jay smiled and pulled his dress shirt over his head and tossed it in the general direction of his rattan hamper.

Trying not to swallow his tongue, Drake stared at the beautiful perfection that was Jay. Six pack abs, nicely toned pecs with only a smattering of blond hairs, and peaches and cream skin. Jay’s full lips curved into a shy smile. His fingers rested at the opening of his slacks. Drake tossed the lube and the strip of condoms on the bed.

Almost panting, Drake pulled off his own shirt and took the few steps to where Jay stood by the double bed. He covered Jay’s hand with his, then slipped past Jay’s smaller hand inside Jay’s briefs to grasp the man’s straining erection.

“These have to come off,” he said, just before devouring Jay’s lips.

Jay gasped and threw his arms around Drake’s neck, slanting his mouth over Drake’s, thrusting his tongue inside. He slid Jay’s pants and briefs down off his ass toward his knees. He guided them closer to the bed, without breaking the contact of their fused mouths, and gently pushed Jay onto the bed on his back, his own body falling to cover Jay.

He moved his mouth from Jay’s to the pulse of his throat, wanting to kiss, to taste Jay everywhere. Every smooth, warm inch. Jay’s hands wandered to the buttons of Drake’s jeans, and he tugged, pulling them open to his seeking fingers.