“I want . . .”
“Say it, Charlie. Tell me and I will give it to you.” Jeremy kissed him with his eyes open, and it was so intimate, so close. Closer than he’d ever felt to another person.
“I want you in me,” Charlie finally said, dizziness falling over him at the admission.
Jeremy kissed him, long and hard. “Are you sure?” he asked when they finally broke for a breath. “We don’t have to rush—-”
“I’m sure,” Charlie said, clarity finally descending over him. “I feel so close to you. I want to feel that in every way.”
“God, I want you,” Jeremy rasped into a kiss. Charlie wasn’t sure whether it was the kiss or the words that most stole his breath. All he knew was that he’d never felt so much, nor so intensely, as he felt right then. Affection. Desire. Love.
Love?
Could he really be in love?
Jeremy pushed up onto his knees, straddled Charlie’s hips, and tugged his innuendo--filled T--shirt over his head. And Charlie was captivated by the sight of Jeremy over him. By the sexy way Jeremy shook out his dark hair. By the miles of ink that covered his muscular shoulders and lean stomach. By the friction caused from Jeremy’s weight sitting deliciously on Charlie’s lap.
Charlie’s hands went to Jeremy’s strong thighs as he stared up at him. “God, you’re so damn hot.” The grin Jeremy gave him had his chest ballooning with warmth and his cock aching.
Jer reached for Charlie’s shirt and together they worked it off. Then Jeremy was on him, kissing his neck, his chest, his stomach. Deft fingertips found and teased his nipples until Charlie was panting and squirming and dying for more. When Jeremy’s hands finally worked down the button and zipper to Charlie’s jeans, he nearly cried out in relief. Slipping off the end of the bed, Jeremy tugged off the rest of Charlie’s clothing and then removed his own.
Slowly, like a lion tracking prey, Jeremy crawled up the bed, pausing to kiss Charlie’s ankle, to flick his tongue against the soft spot under his knee, to drag his teeth up the inside of his thigh, to nibble on his hip bone.
“You’re killing me, Jeremy,” Charlie rasped, nearly desperate.
His chuckle was as infuriating as it was sexy. “I think you can take it,” he whispered, his mouth hovering right over Charlie’s cock. He gave one long, slow lick up the length of it that had Charlie moaning and grasping at Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy obliged him for just a moment, sucking his cock in deep and hollowing out his cheeks as he withdrew. And then he stretched out over Charlie’s body again and kissed him so thoroughly, so passionately, so intensely that it made Charlie feel like he’d never been kissed before.
Charlie grasped Jeremy’s head. “Want you now,” he whispered.
Jeremy reached over to his nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He settled a condom and a bottle of lube on the bed beside them. “Turn over and get on your knees,” he said.
Heart thundering against his breastbone, Charlie got on hands and knees. It had been a while since the last time he’d had sex, which was why he was absolutely starving for it right now. Despite how amazing their earlier activities had been, there was nothing like someone being wrapped tight around you while they were deep inside you.
Hands ran over his back, stroking down his spine and cupping his ass.
“You’re so beautiful, Charlie,” Jeremy said, pressing a kiss against the small of his back. “Don’t let me do anything that hurts you, okay?”
“You won’t,” Charlie said, smiling over his shoulder. He adored the way Jeremy gave compliments so freely, so casually, like they were just plain facts. Charlie had never before experienced anything like it.
As Charlie watched, Jeremy grabbed the lube and coated two of his fingers. Anticipation made Charlie’s stomach flip and then Jeremy was touching him with those slick fingertips, circling and teasing and stroking against the opening to his ass. One finger penetrated, making Charlie hum in pleasure. Jeremy caressed his back and ass cheeks as he fucked him with his finger, first one, then two. He twisted his wrist and scissored his fingers, preparing Charlie for more. For him.
The third finger made Charlie arch his back on a moan, but he was glad Jeremy was taking the time to make him ready. Jeremy’s girth demanded it. And Charlie wanted to be able to take every thick inch of him. “God, that’s good.”
“Yeah?” Jeremy said, stroking his own cock, making the tip of it drag pre--cum against Charlie’s thigh. “Your ass is fucking tight, Charlie. I’m gonna love it.”
Gently, Jer withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom. He rolled it up his length and moved behind Charlie. The click of the lube lid sounded out, followed by the wet friction of Jeremy stroking himself again.