Lane to death.
“Sorry. Could you maybe show me how to do this? You’re really good at it,” he added, and Jared laughed helplessly and uncovered his eyes.
“Okay. Here.” He reached down, took Lane’s hand in his, and moved it over his cock, showing Lane how he liked it. And Lane paid attention like there would be a quiz later. Jared was going to make sure there was a quiz, an exam, and possibly a final. Lane watched the way Jared reacted, saying things, like “Oh you like it hard like that” and “What was that thing you did with your thumb?” He was killing Jared, he really was, right there on a crappy double bed in the Econo Lodge.
Eventually Lane told him “I got it now. Let me try it.” Jared had to think about horrible things to not come right then and there, because Lane was asking , and this was the hottest—and weirdest—hand job he’d ever gotten.
Lane wasn’t perfect, but he damn sure made up for it with enthusiasm, and when he looked at Jared and said, “Do you want me to put my mouth on you?” it was also the shortest hand job, because Jared came with a surprised moan, hips twisting, grabbing at Lane’s hand and making him tighten his grip, because that’s what he liked.
“Well, you were right about one thing,” Jared said, a few minutes later, sitting up to pull his shirt off. “You’re not a scared virgin at all. You’re just a bossy one who wants a detailed instruction manual.”
Lane ducked his head, blushing a little. “I just like to do things right, is all.”
“See. No. This is why I thought you were shy.” Jared reached over and took Lane’s shirt in his hands to yank it off. “You do the whole blushing thing—”
“I have really fair skin, all right?”
“—and you apologize a lot. And then you talk like you work for a gay phone-sex line. And you’re seriously strange. You know that, right?” He was also seriously hot, Jared noticed, with some impressive abs that made Jared want to come all over his stomach, just because.
“Do they have those?” Lane asked, watching Jared tug his jeans the rest of the way off.
Jared was still thinking about his little fantasy of coming all over Lane’s stomach. “Have what?”
“Gay phone-sex lines.” Lane watched him with that same expectant look from earlier.
“I—you know what the Internet is, don’t you?” Jared reached to take Lane’s jeans off, and his eyebrows raised as he saw Lane was getting hard again.
“I’m twenty,” Lane said, almost defensively. “Sorry?”
“Stop apologizing.” Jared pushed him down, pulled off his boxers, and then started kissing him again. They were both naked, and it felt good—different from the girl in the shower the night before. “I’m older than twenty, so you’re going to have to give me some time to catch up.”
“All right.” Lane made that sound like he was granting Jared a concession. “Tell me about the girl? I mean, if you want to.”
“I pretty much told you the whole thing.” Jared kissed him again, almost lazily, and he could feel Lane start to push up against him. It was going to be a long night, and he was definitely going to enjoy it, even if he ended up asleep for the rest of the week to make up for it.
“You could have done that with me. Last night.”
Jared’s breath hitched slightly. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I figured that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Jared raised his head because Lane was pushing his hips up, but he was also lying with his hands at his sides, like he wasn’t allowed to touch Jared. “You can put your hands on me, you know. In fact, I’m going to be mad if you don’t.”
“I thought you said you needed time to catch up.”
Jared’s brow furrowed. “How is it you seem like you know what you’re doing sometimes, and then it’s like you just got dropped off on this planet?” He kissed him to make that sound less mean.
Lane didn’t seem to mind. “I’m very coordinated? I don’t know. Look, I’m
“Sorry. Could you maybe show me how to do this? You’re really good at it,” he added, and Jared laughed helplessly and uncovered his eyes.
“Okay. Here.” He reached down, took Lane’s hand in his, and moved it over his cock, showing Lane how he liked it. And Lane paid attention like there would be a quiz later. Jared was going to make sure there was a quiz, an exam, and possibly a final. Lane watched the way Jared reacted, saying things, like “Oh you like it hard like that” and “What was that thing you did with your thumb?” He was killing Jared, he really was, right there on a crappy double bed in the Econo Lodge.
Eventually Lane told him “I got it now. Let me try it.” Jared had to think about horrible things to not come right then and there, because Lane was asking , and this was the hottest—and weirdest—hand job he’d ever gotten.
Lane wasn’t perfect, but he damn sure made up for it with enthusiasm, and when he looked at Jared and said, “Do you want me to put my mouth on you?” it was also the shortest hand job, because Jared came with a surprised moan, hips twisting, grabbing at Lane’s hand and making him tighten his grip, because that’s what he liked.
“Well, you were right about one thing,” Jared said, a few minutes later, sitting up to pull his shirt off. “You’re not a scared virgin at all. You’re just a bossy one who wants a detailed instruction manual.”
Lane ducked his head, blushing a little. “I just like to do things right, is all.”
“See. No. This is why I thought you were shy.” Jared reached over and took Lane’s shirt in his hands to yank it off. “You do the whole blushing thing—”
“I have really fair skin, all right?”
“—and you apologize a lot. And then you talk like you work for a gay phone-sex line. And you’re seriously strange. You know that, right?” He was also seriously hot, Jared noticed, with some impressive abs that made Jared want to come all over his stomach, just because.
“Do they have those?” Lane asked, watching Jared tug his jeans the rest of the way off.
Jared was still thinking about his little fantasy of coming all over Lane’s stomach. “Have what?”
“Gay phone-sex lines.” Lane watched him with that same expectant look from earlier.
“I—you know what the Internet is, don’t you?” Jared reached to take Lane’s jeans off, and his eyebrows raised as he saw Lane was getting hard again.
“I’m twenty,” Lane said, almost defensively. “Sorry?”
“Stop apologizing.” Jared pushed him down, pulled off his boxers, and then started kissing him again. They were both naked, and it felt good—different from the girl in the shower the night before. “I’m older than twenty, so you’re going to have to give me some time to catch up.”
“All right.” Lane made that sound like he was granting Jared a concession. “Tell me about the girl? I mean, if you want to.”
“I pretty much told you the whole thing.” Jared kissed him again, almost lazily, and he could feel Lane start to push up against him. It was going to be a long night, and he was definitely going to enjoy it, even if he ended up asleep for the rest of the week to make up for it.
“You could have done that with me. Last night.”
Jared’s breath hitched slightly. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I figured that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Jared raised his head because Lane was pushing his hips up, but he was also lying with his hands at his sides, like he wasn’t allowed to touch Jared. “You can put your hands on me, you know. In fact, I’m going to be mad if you don’t.”
“I thought you said you needed time to catch up.”
Jared’s brow furrowed. “How is it you seem like you know what you’re doing sometimes, and then it’s like you just got dropped off on this planet?” He kissed him to make that sound less mean.
Lane didn’t seem to mind. “I’m very coordinated? I don’t know. Look, I’m
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