Chapter 50
Jake handed the bottle over. Barry flipped the cap, squirted out a big load into his palm, and wrapped it around Jake’s member.
“Cold,” Jake groaned.
It was more the case that Jake’s dick, pumped full of blood, was hot. Barry wouldn’t have been surprised to see a hiss of steam rising from his red cowboy’s skin.
Barry discarded the bottle and resumed his position of legs bent at the knee, hands holding them up and apart. “Please, Jake.”
Thankfully Jake seemed finished with his teasing and lined himself up. “Hard or slow?”
“Hard,” Barry said before sense could prevail.
And Jake was as good as Barry’s word, plunging his dick into Barry in one long, continuous thrust.
“Oh, Jesus!” Barry gasped.
Jake didn’t give him long to recover before setting up a punishing rhythm that required Barry to hook his legs around Jake’s pistoning hips and his fingers to grasp the edge of the counter. Jake was throwing everything, including the kitchen, uh, the bathroom sink, into this fuck, and Barry loved it.
“Oh, Daddy Jake! Yes! Yes!”
Barry’s head kept hitting the mirror, but he didn’t care. His arse was being given the pounding of a lifetime. He loved bottoming, especially when the top was as good as Jake. The man seemed to find Barry’s prostate on every thrust. Barry’s dick waved in the air, flinging pre-cum left and right. Barry’s abs and legs were coated in a slick mixture of his own juices plus the droplets of sweat pouring off Jake’s glistening skin.
“Can’t keep this up much longer,” Jake panted.
“Kiss me,” Barry said, feeling himself close to the edge but not wanting to fly over it just yet.
Jake stilled his pounding, lifted the brim of his hat, and bent forward. Barry leaned his head up to meet Jake’s lips. Their tongues caressed each other slowly, in complete contrast to the furious coupling of other body parts of moments earlier.
“I love you,” Jake panted after breaking the kiss.
“Not as much as I love you,” Barry responded, tears welling in his eyes.
Jake shook his head.
“Yes.” Barry nodded.
When Jake started to straighten, presumably to resume his fucking, Barry needed something more personal, more in tune with the romantic interlude they’d just shared. He wrapped his arms around Jake’s neck and sat up.
“Make love to me,” he said, kissing Jake’s cheek.
Jake put his arms around Barry’s shoulders and lifted him from the vanity. Barry tightened his legs around Jake’s waist. As Jake slowly walked around the small bathroom, gently pushing up into Barry’s arse, they exchanged several kisses and words of endearment.
“Don’t think I can cum like this,” Jake eventually admitted.
Barry conceded that though he loved their intimate position, it didn’t give them much leverage. So Jake returned Barry to the vanity and was able to set up a more fluid rhythm.
Within a couple of minutes Jake came, Barry muffling the man’s familiar moans of climax by sealing his lips over Jake’s.
“You haven’t cum,” Jake said when Barry finally came up for air.
“That’s okay.”
Jake didn’t agree. “I’ll blow you,” he said, beginning to withdraw.
“No!” Barry pressed his heels to Jake’s arse, keeping the cowboy in place. “Use your hands if you have to.”
Jake’s smile was lazy, no doubt brought on by his tiredness. “Not ready to let go of Jake Junior yet, eh?”
Barry bit his lip and shook his head, unable to say out loud how much he didn’t want this lovemaking to end. It was their final night in London. And although the US was now his home, and he couldn’t wait to get back there, Barry knew a part of his heart would always remain in the country of his birth.
Jake leaned back, and with a few capable strokes, brought Barry to climax. Fireworks didn’t explode, nor did the earth move under him. But it was what Barry needed. A gentle but powerful affirmation of the love that he and Jake shared.
Still unwilling to be parted, Barry insisted Jake carry him to the tub to get a washcloth.
“You’re going to have to let me go sometime,” Jake said, cleaning them up as best he could
“I know. It’s just…” Barry sighed. “Can we wait until you go soft?”
“Sure.” Jake gifted him with an indulgent smile.
A wave of exhaustion washed over Barry. He closed his eyes and let his head fall onto Jake’s shoulder. Dimly he felt Jake slip out of his arse.
“Let’s get you properly cleaned up and put to bed,” Jake said, encouraging Barry to squat over the bidet.
Jake had to do most of the work as Barry was beyond tired. Maybe having a bidet would be useful at the Double J after all. It was nice being looked after like this.