Chapter 14

Drake nodded, smiling a little. “Yeah, and now it really is your scarf.”

“You-you bought this for me?”

“Yes, of course. Who else do I know who loves scarves? And who else do I know that loved thatscarf?”

“I don’t understand.” Jay shook his head. “Why? Why would you buy this for me?”

“Because you loved it and I wanted to make you smile,” Drake explained, though he had to wonder when the gift was going to make Jay smile. He didn’t look happy with the scarf at all.

What the fuck?

“It’s-it’s really sweet. But I can’t accept it.” He pushed the box into Drake’s hand.

“You can’t accept it? Why not?”

“Because, I know. I know how you really think, how you really feel about me,” Jay said, his words coming out in a rush, his cheeks flushed a bright pink. And his eyes glistened a little, like maybe he was going to cry.

“How I feel? Jay?”

“Ross told me everything.”

Ross? What the hell had Ross said? Drake was getting angry. Not at Jay. He wasn’t even sure who he was angry with but he was angry.

“What exactly did Ross say?” He tossed the box toward the couch and took a couple of steps closer to Jay until they stood very close to each other.

Jay stared at him, his beautiful eyes unbelievably sad, his bottom lip trembling. “Just that you think I’m pathetic and that you’re only friends with me because you feel sorry for me because I’m your lonely loser neighbor.”

Next time he saw Ross, if there was a next time, he was going to kick the man’s ass. How dare Ross say such shit to Jay?

“That’s not true,” Drake said. “Whatever he told you is bullshit.”

“It’s not?”

The tiny bit of hope he saw pass over Jay’s face tore at his heart. He very much wanted to punch Ross right then. Instead, he stepped closer still to Jay until they were toe to toe. Drake was taller than Jay, so he looked down just a bit at Jay, but the younger man tilted his head back so their gazes met, locked. Jay’s eyes still glistened with moisture.

“No. You’re my friend because I like you. A lot.”

“Yeah?” Jay’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Before he could think too much, Drake lowered his head to claim Jay’s lips with his own. Jay’s mouth was stiff, unyielding at first, but he pressed on, kissing deeper, coaxing the man to soften his lips under Drake’s.

And then Jay was clinging to him, moving closer still, opening his mouth to Drake’s probing tongue. Little whimpers escaped from Jay’s lips and Drake’s mind fractured with lust. His cock rose, hard and full, against the crotch of his pants. His hands curved around Jay’s perfect round bubble butt, pulling him tight against him. He felt Jay’s arousal and the only thing keeping him from yelling, oh yeah, was the mouth now devouring his.

Drake wanted to bend Jay over the table and fuck him long and deep, but that would mean stopping to get a condom and lube. So would taking him down the hall to the bedroom. Right now they needed the edge taken off. And he knew just how to do it.

His hands moved off Jay’s ass to the front of his jeans, unfastening them, and sliding the zipper down just enough for him to push his hand inside Jay’s boxer briefs. Closing his fingers around the stiff prick, drawing an agonized moan from the other man, he pulled the long, thick cock free.

Jay gasped against his lips even as Drake worked on the zipper of his own pants and made short work of freeing his cock. He wrapped his fist around both shafts, jerking them hard and fast. Their cocks sliding together sent jolts of pure pleasure through him.

“Jay,” he moaned into the other man’s mouth, tangling his tongue with Jay’s. The kiss turned feral, intense and Jay’s hands fisted Drake’s shirt.

Drake felt the beginnings of his orgasm fingering up his spine, his balls drawing tight, and he hoped to God that Jay was close, too. He didn’t think he could hold back.

And then he pulled and pumped their cocks faster still, not particularly smooth, but rough and dirty.

Jay tore his mouth from Drake’s and leaned his head on Drake’s shoulder, panting heavily. With a ragged moan, Jay’s cock stiffened in Drake’s hand, and pearly white cum shot out like a jet over his fingers. Seeing and feeling Jay’s orgasm sent Drake over the edge, his cock pulsing as he found his own release, his cum mixing with Jay’s over his fingers.