Exploring Landon’s body felt like a privilege, one Jay didn’t feel he deserved. Landon’s stomach clenched when Jay ran his hands over it again, tracing down to where Landon’s cock lay thick and hard against his belly. Jay took Landon’s balls in his hands first, fondling them. An indrawn breath made Jay look at Landon.
The man looked so vulnerable, so turned on, Jay wished he could give more promises. He settled for kissing Landon’s lips, then his throat, then sucking Landon’s nipples. Landon’s chest rose and fell under Jay’s mouth and Jay smiled against Landon’s skin as he finally wrapped his hand around Landon’s cock and started stroking it. Landon’s back bowed and he let out the sexiest rumble Jay had ever heard.
“That okay?” Jay asked, but if there was one thing he was confident he couldn’t fuck up, it was a hand job, and he couldn’t help smiling cockily as Landon nodded.
The feel of another cock, one actually bigger than his own—which was no small thing—was strange. The hard and the soft, the way it jumped in his hand making his own jump in sympathy.
Landon smirked, then took Jay in hand and started stroking him in time with Jay’s stroking of his. They worked like that until they ended up lying face to face, making out like teenagers, and stroking off, rubbing their cockheads together, chuckling into their kisses when they flicked their cocks in a dirty swordfight.
Finally, though, Landon tensed. “Oh, Jay,” he said breathlessly. “I’m...I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it,” Jay whispered against Landon’s lips. Their mouths found each other again and Landon started fucking into Jay’s fist, fucking his tongue in Jay’s mouth until his cock spurted, shooting his cum all over Jay’s cock.
The slide of Landon’s fist being eased by Landon’s cum was overwhelming, shocking in how much it turned Jay on. Landon doubled his efforts and kept kissing Jay, using more of his cum to stroke Jay off and the dirtiness of knowing his hand was on another man’s cock—Landon’s cock—and that another man’s cum was the lube that eased the fisting of his cock, made the largest, most intense orgasm of his life blast through Jay’s body.
His head fell back and his knees locked up around Landon’s leg that rested between them. His orgasm was so strong he couldn’t even make a sound, his mouth just hanging open.
When he’d finished shooting his cum all over Landon’s fist, he melted into the bed and Landon leaned over him, smirking lips red and puffy from kissing. “Was it good for you?”
Jay flipped him off. Mostly because he still couldn’t talk.
He threw his arm over his face and tried to catch his breath. Landon used a t-shirt to wipe his stomach off before flopping down and gripping one of Jay’s thighs with his hand. They laid like that, quiet and recovering, for a while, the only sound coming from the ceiling fan clicking above their heads.
“I can’t tell if it’s good because it’s with a man, or because it’s you,” Jay said into the quiet. Landon huffed next to him. Jay turned his head to look at Landon, whose mussed hair made him look so much younger than twenty-eight.
Landon rolled his head and looked at Jay with a dirty smile. “Your first taste of the cock, probably.”
Jay reached out, not letting himself overthink, as usual, and put his hand on Landon’s face. Landon’s smile fell away as he studied Jay.
“I think it’s you,” Jay said. “No one ever touched me like you.”
Landon looked overwhelmed all of a sudden, and Jay sure as hell felt the same, so when Landon tried to roll away, Jay went with his gut and caught Landon’s arm, pulling him to lie his head on Jay’s shoulder. Landon went freely and Jay wrapped his arm around Landon’s shoulders.
“Let’s just sleep, okay?”
Landon’s only response was to reach over and pull the blankets over them.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you came over.”
Jay was silent a moment. “Me too.” And he meant it. He didn’t know what to think of it all, but he definitely meant it.
Chapter 13