“Yeah.” After another minute, Jeremy said, “All done.” He wiped down his side and pointed to the mirror. “Take a look.”
Charlie eased off the table and stepped up to the mirror. The line of black characters stretched down his whole right side. His skin was fairer than Nick’s, so the black ink stood out even more starkly. Charlie loved it immediately. “It’s great, Jeremy. Exactly what I had in mind.”
The door clicked shut behind him, which did absolutely nothing to slow Charlie’s racing pulse. Because the more he looked at the tattoo and thought about the fact that Jeremy had done it, the more just the idea of that turned Charlie on, too.
“I’m glad,” Jeremy said, busying himself with cleaning up. He waved Charlie over. “Let me bandage you up.”
Charlie stood in front of where Jeremy sat on the stool. He held his arm out of the way as Jeremy smeared on an ointment and loosely taped gauze pads to Charlie’s side.
“All done . . .” Jeremy looked up Charlie’s body. “ . . . with the tattoo.”
Chapter 7
THE AIR BETWEEN them sparked red hot, and Charlie was rock hard in an instant.
Jeremy noticed, his gaze dropping to the front of Charlie’s jeans. Without any warning, Jeremy grabbed his dick through the denim and squeezed. “I want you in my mouth, Charlie. I want you hungry and needy and desperate to come down my throat. Can I have you?”
Charlie had never heard anyone say anything so hot in his entire life. With the room spinning around him, Charlie nodded.
Jeremy had Charlie’s jeans open and down around his thighs within seconds. Jer grasped his dick and gave it a long, hard, wet lick from balls to head. A moan ripped out of Charlie. It had been a long time since he’d received head, and the fact that it was Jeremy doing it—-sexy, funny, sweet Jeremy—-was going to make it really difficult to make this last as long as Charlie wanted.
Another long lick up his length as Jeremy stared up at Charlie’s face, those pale green eyes absolutely blazing at him, and then Jeremy took Charlie into his mouth.
Charlie’s hands flew to Jeremy’s hair.
Jer nodded and pulled off long enough to say, “You do whatever you want. Guide me. Hold my head. Fuck my mouth. Whatever you want, I want.” And then he was on him again, sucking Charlie’s cock deep.
At first, Jeremy sucked slowly as if exploring Charlie, getting a feel for his length. As long as he lived, he would never forget Jeremy’s reaction to seeing him for the first time. Because, damn if it didn’t make him feel good about himself to be so desired by someone like Jeremy. Charlie stroked Jer’s hair as he settled into a slow, delicious, torturous rhythm, one that gave Charlie plenty of opportunity to feel the slick guide of the piercings on Jeremy’s bottom lip.
God, it felt insane. Cold and hard next to warm and soft.
“So good, Jeremy,” Charlie moaned.
And then Jer started moving fast, sucking harder, and taking him deeper. He ran his tongue all over the underside of Charlie’s cock until he was panting and fisting his hands in Jeremy’s hair.
When Jeremy impaled his throat on Charlie’s length, the depth and tightness were so incredibly intense that Charlie shouted and grasped Jer’s head, holding it tightly to him for a long moment.
Jeremy gasped for breath as he withdrew. “Yes,” he moaned as he looked up at Charlie again.
Those eyes—-and that look—-would make up the stuff of Charlie’s dreams for the rest of his life.
Alternating between fast and shallow and slow and deep, Jeremy sucked him better than anyone ever had in his whole life. And the intensity of the sensations, the piercing gazes from those green eyes, and the sheer knowledge of who was making him feel this combined to shove Charlie way too damn quickly to the edge.
“Oh, God, Jeremy. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He hung on the edge for a long painful moment, and then he was falling, flying.
Looking up at him, Jeremy took him in deep and swallowed everything Charlie gave him. Jer stroked with his hand as he sucked, drawing the orgasm out until Charlie could barely stand.
When Charlie’s body finally settled, they worked together to pull Charlie’s jeans back up around his hips. Then Jeremy rose and kissed Charlie’s cheek, his jaw, his lips. “Fucking loved doing that.”
Charlie grasped Jeremy’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting himself inside the other man’s mouth, feeling the bite of his piercings, and hoping he could somehow find a way to communicate everything Jeremy was making him feel.
He could start by returning the pleasure Jeremy had given to him.
Sucking Jeremy’s tongue deep into his mouth, Charlie grasped the button fly to the other man’s jeans and tugged the buttons open. Jeremy gasped as Charlie gripped and stroked his cock. Remembering the way Jeremy had groaned earlier in the day, Charlie swiped his thumb over the piercings on the head of his cock, loving being the cause of the pleasured sounds ripping out of Jeremy’s throat.
He didn’t ever want them to end.