Chapter 22
“Ah, damn.” Drake shook, his cock leaping at the contact of Jay’s warm hand over the material of his boxers.
Drake stood, suddenly desperate to get all clothes as far from them as possible, wanting skin against skin. Finally ridding Jay of his slacks and underwear, he yanked his jeans and boxers off.
“Scoot up just a little,” he said.
Jay grinned and undulated up the mattress a few inches. “More?”
“No, perfect.” Drake knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted Jay’s legs, giving him access to what he sought. His mouth closed over Jay’s leaking cock, drawing the tip in slowly, his tongue darting over the slit.
“Oh, God. Drake.” Jay moaned, lifting his ass farther off the bed. Drake sucked the shaft farther into his mouth, swallowing as he did. Jay’s fingers dug into the blankets on the bed.
Drake reached blindly for the lube, feeling around the bed for where he’d left the supplies. His fingers closed around the tube. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Jay’s cock and opened his throat, taking Jay deep.
Jay whimpered and thrashed, his legs trembling.
Releasing Jay’s cock, Drake squirted lube, probably enough to lube a tractor. Drake coated his fingers and slipped two inside Jay’s tight, round ass. Just where Drake’s dick would be in mere minutes.
Patience.
Pushing deeper still, Drake sought Jay’s prostate, rubbing it gently.
Jay made an almost guttural noise, then, “Drake, please.”
Drake sat back on his haunches and tore open a condom. Jay’s begging made it impossible to hold back.
Jay gave Drake the most amazing smile. He couldn’t help but grin back.
“So, we’re really going to do this?” Jay asked, his smile turning a little mischievous.
Drake chuckled and glanced down at his now sheathed cock. “What do you think?”
“Hmm.” Jay’s brows furrowed like he was actually thinking. “I think…I think you better come here and fuck me.”
He dived for Jay, melding their mouths together, linking their hands, while he kissed the other man over and over again.
Trying to tell himself they didn’t have to rush through it, they had as long as they wanted, Drake tried to slow down. But then Jay moaned and pushed up against him, and all thoughts of taking things slow flew out the window. He released Jay’s hands, then with one last lingering kiss, Drake trailed his lips down Jay’s jaw and on a pathway to his copper nipples. Darting his tongue out, he grazed first one and then the other, Jay rewarding him with more gasps and whimpers.
“God, now, please,” Jay begged when he kissed a line across Jay’s middle to just below his belly button.
Lifting Jay’s legs and positioning himself between them, Drake lubed up the condom and pushed inside, past the ring of muscle. He froze when Jay inhaled sharply.
His heart hammering hard, sweat beading on his forehead, Drake asked, “Did I hurt you?”
Jay bit his lip. “No, um, not exactly. Just a little burn is all. It’s better.”
“You sure?”
The other man nodded and tilted his pelvis to allow Drake better access. With a sigh of lust-filled relief, Drake pushed deeper, all the way in until his balls rested against Jay. So tight.
And then he was pounding hard and fast, in and out, over and over. Jay met his every thrust, a pushy active bottom. Drake loved it.
Jay had reached for his own cock and had been stroking it, fisting the red tip. Then his blue eyes widened and with Drake’s name shouted from his lips, white globs spurted out over his hand.
“Fuck,” Drake groaned, feeling the tingle at the base of his spine. After several more hard thrusts, he came with a hoarse shout.
* * * *
Jay didn’t know when he had dozed or even when Drake had withdrawn from him and gotten rid of the condom. The bigger man now lay next to him on his stomach, snoring softly. And taking up most of the bed. If this sort of thing was going to continue with Drake, he’d need a bigger bed.
He smoothed a finger over Drake’s bare back. Ifit was going to continue. That might be a big if.He’d been wrong before. But Drake had come to him. Well, he’d come to him last time, too, though.
“Drake?” Jay shook him just a little.
Drake murmured and opened his eyes. He smiled. “Hey.”
Jay smiled back. “Hey. Um. Wow.”
The other man laughed. “Yeah. What’s on your mind, Jay?”
“I’m just wondering what this all means I guess.” He felt himself blush. “I don’t want to come out sounding all emo.”
Drake shifted to his side and grabbed Jay’s hand in his. “No, it’s a good question. Maybe we should have talked about this before we got to this point.”
Jay nodded. “Maybe. But you’re—”
“Persuasive?” Drake raised Jay’s hand to his lips.
“Yeah. But, well, does this change anything for us?”
“I sure want it to.”
“You do?”
Drake laughed again. “You seem so surprised. I guess I don’t blame you given what I said before.”
“All this time we’ve lived next door, well, I didn’t think you liked me in that way. Sexually, I mean.”
“You’re gorgeous, Jay. Who wouldn’t want you?”
Jay snorted and rolled his eyes. “Not everyone does. I’m not every gay guy’s type. I didn’t think I was yours.”
Drake leaned in to place a rather chaste kiss on Jay’s lips. “I admit I’m a little worried about our age difference. You’re still so young, just starting out, really.”
“I’m not just starting out. You make me sound like a kid.”
Drake’s lips curved. “To me you are.”
He blew out a breath. “It’s only ten years, Drake. It’s not like you could be my father.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” Drake said wryly.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. But, you’re so young and cute and vibrant. You draw people to you and I don’t even think you realize it.” Drake caressed his cheek. “I find myself wanting to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From everything. And everybody. Including me.”
Jay winced. “You did say something about being my big brother.”
“Yeah, it’s called denial. I don’t want to be attracted to you. Or I didn’t.”
“I’m a big boy, Drake.” Jay sighed. “It’s not like I haven’t done any living or had any boyfriends before.”
“I have a tendency to be a bit domineering sometimes,” Drake admitted. “I don’t want to remind you of that abusive boyfriend of yours.”
“You couldn’t.” He shook his head. “I’m not afraid of you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“No, never. And I know that,” Drake said. “Rationally, anyway. And I’ve been blinded by this sick kind of love I had for Ross, too. It wasn’t healthy, but I couldn’t seem to get out of this pattern of coming to his rescue.”
“And now?”
“Now, I’m done with that. I’ve told him. He wasn’t happy, but I think if we’re meant to be friends, then we will be. It’s up to him.”
“I don’t like him,” Jay admitted.
“I know. He’s not my favorite person right now either. And don’t worry, I don’t intend seeing him for a long time. I think we need a break from each other.” Drake rubbed his thumb over Jay’s lips. “Which brings us back to you and me.”
Jay smiled. “Well, I like the sound of you and me. I’ve been in love with you for months.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I think Ross realized it right away, too. I think, maybe, that’s why he said all those things to me. To get me to go away.”
Drake grimaced. “He’s an ass. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t realize what an idiot I am sooner. Jay?”
“Hmm?”
“I want you to have that scarf you loved so much. I bought it for you because you wanted it and it made me happy to get it for you. I know I ruined it by being a jackass, but I want you to have it. I love the way it looks on you. It reminds me of you, how sweet and colorful you are.”
His heart leapt with a happiness he hadn’t expected to be able to feel even that morning. He didn’t think there’d be a Jay and Drake.
“I would love to wear it. Thank you.”
They shared a kiss, long and sweet, and Jay realized they’d be sharing a lot of kisses to come.
“Mmm.” Jay’s cock began to perk up all over again. “So, what do you think? Does this mean we’re official or something?”
“I think we’re definitely official.” Drake smiled, then winked. “Maybe I should show you just how official.”
Jay laughed. “Now, I love the sound of that.”
“Yeah? Good. And I love you, Jay.” Drake flipped Jay over onto his back and covered his body with his own.
Bringing Drake’s head down so their lips were mere inches from each other, Jay started to believe that Drake, finally, was his.