intimidation. Remy would think Jamie couldn’t deal with more than a handjob. I’ve blown it.
Remy slid to the side and rolled them face-to-face before gently kissing Jamie and sweeping a thumb across his cheekbone. “Okay?”
Safe. See? Jamie nodded, seeking out Remy’s mouth.
With a groan, Remy pushed their hips together, sandwiching their dicks between them, hot and hard and leaking precum. This was pleasant. Thrilling. Remy cared about Jamie’s experience. He hadn’t climbed on and overpowered Jamie. For once, Jamie could ask for more without fearing the consequences. He draped a leg over Remy’s, pulling him closer, sliding against him.
Remy’s fingers trailed down Jamie’s spine and into the top of his crease, tickling a bit and then pulling back, as if testing Jamie’s response.
He whimpered and slid his leg up to Remy’s hip, opening to his touch. Another couple of feathering strokes didn’t make it down to where Jamie wanted it most.
“Touch me. Please.”
Remy ducked his head and kissed Jamie’s neck. Those long fingers worked downward and teased Jamie’s opening. He sucked in a breath.
“You like that?” Remy whispered.
“More. Please. Want to feel you inside.”
“You sure about this? We don’t have to fu—”
“I’m sure,” Jamie whispered.
For a few seconds, Remy gazed at him, and then he rolled away, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out lube and a condom. “What would be easiest on your ankle?”
“Probably my side.” The unwieldy splint didn’t allow for much creativity. Much as Jamie wanted to see Remy’s face as he came, the enjoyment would go out of it in a heartbeat if Jamie banged his ankle.
“Okay.” Remy kissed him. “Stay on your left side.”
Jamie nodded. Remy shifted around behind him and stretched out, skin against skin, shoulders to knees, and his lips explored the back of Jamie’s neck. Remy’s palm stroked him from shoulder to elbow and then rested on Jamie’s hip. No manhandling, no confinement, no iron grip. Remy swirled his tongue behind Jamie’s ear, triggering a shiver. God, he’d missed foreplay, forgotten how good it could be.
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Remy murmured.
Nice to hear, even if Jamie wasn’t sure that was the case. Jamie pushed his hips into the cock riding his ass and moaned. “Remy…”
Remy urged him to bend his knee, and he complied; warm fingertips ran up the inside of Jamie’s leg. His breath caught as a finger grazed his hole. Trapped between them, Remy’s cock nudged Jamie’s spine. The cap of the lube bottle clicked, followed by a squirt. At the first touch of the warm slick, Jamie jumped. A shiver went through him. Sure about this?
“You okay?” Remy kissed his shoulder.
“Yeah.” Jamie turned his head and wrapped his hand around Remy’s neck, pulling him in for an awkward kiss, needing the reassurance.
A couple more light touches, and then Remy insinuated a fingertip. Jamie’s sphincter promptly clenched in response. Relax. Only a finger. He won’t hurt you . Jamie took a deep breath, let it out, and Remy’s finger pressed in, moving in tiny circles, loosening him.
“Doing okay?” Remy asked.
“Yeah.”
“If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.”
Pasadena? No, there was no safe word. Because it wasn’t necessary. All Jamie needed was the word stop . “Okay.”
As Remy added a second finger, his tongue teased Jamie’s ear. “Relax.”
After an eternity of stretching, Remy twisted his fingers and sparks showered inside Jamie. The fingers rubbed that magic spot inside again, producing a surge of astonishing electricity.
“Oh, God.” Jamie squirmed. Heat flooded his body. It was sweet, having Remy care about Jamie’s pleasure. “Please, Remy. More.”
Gently, Remy’s fingers withdrew. Foil tore, and the lube bottle squirted. A few seconds later, Remy’s cockhead prodded Jamie’s hole. For a ridiculous moment, the memory of
Remy slid to the side and rolled them face-to-face before gently kissing Jamie and sweeping a thumb across his cheekbone. “Okay?”
Safe. See? Jamie nodded, seeking out Remy’s mouth.
With a groan, Remy pushed their hips together, sandwiching their dicks between them, hot and hard and leaking precum. This was pleasant. Thrilling. Remy cared about Jamie’s experience. He hadn’t climbed on and overpowered Jamie. For once, Jamie could ask for more without fearing the consequences. He draped a leg over Remy’s, pulling him closer, sliding against him.
Remy’s fingers trailed down Jamie’s spine and into the top of his crease, tickling a bit and then pulling back, as if testing Jamie’s response.
He whimpered and slid his leg up to Remy’s hip, opening to his touch. Another couple of feathering strokes didn’t make it down to where Jamie wanted it most.
“Touch me. Please.”
Remy ducked his head and kissed Jamie’s neck. Those long fingers worked downward and teased Jamie’s opening. He sucked in a breath.
“You like that?” Remy whispered.
“More. Please. Want to feel you inside.”
“You sure about this? We don’t have to fu—”
“I’m sure,” Jamie whispered.
For a few seconds, Remy gazed at him, and then he rolled away, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out lube and a condom. “What would be easiest on your ankle?”
“Probably my side.” The unwieldy splint didn’t allow for much creativity. Much as Jamie wanted to see Remy’s face as he came, the enjoyment would go out of it in a heartbeat if Jamie banged his ankle.
“Okay.” Remy kissed him. “Stay on your left side.”
Jamie nodded. Remy shifted around behind him and stretched out, skin against skin, shoulders to knees, and his lips explored the back of Jamie’s neck. Remy’s palm stroked him from shoulder to elbow and then rested on Jamie’s hip. No manhandling, no confinement, no iron grip. Remy swirled his tongue behind Jamie’s ear, triggering a shiver. God, he’d missed foreplay, forgotten how good it could be.
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Remy murmured.
Nice to hear, even if Jamie wasn’t sure that was the case. Jamie pushed his hips into the cock riding his ass and moaned. “Remy…”
Remy urged him to bend his knee, and he complied; warm fingertips ran up the inside of Jamie’s leg. His breath caught as a finger grazed his hole. Trapped between them, Remy’s cock nudged Jamie’s spine. The cap of the lube bottle clicked, followed by a squirt. At the first touch of the warm slick, Jamie jumped. A shiver went through him. Sure about this?
“You okay?” Remy kissed his shoulder.
“Yeah.” Jamie turned his head and wrapped his hand around Remy’s neck, pulling him in for an awkward kiss, needing the reassurance.
A couple more light touches, and then Remy insinuated a fingertip. Jamie’s sphincter promptly clenched in response. Relax. Only a finger. He won’t hurt you . Jamie took a deep breath, let it out, and Remy’s finger pressed in, moving in tiny circles, loosening him.
“Doing okay?” Remy asked.
“Yeah.”
“If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.”
Pasadena? No, there was no safe word. Because it wasn’t necessary. All Jamie needed was the word stop . “Okay.”
As Remy added a second finger, his tongue teased Jamie’s ear. “Relax.”
After an eternity of stretching, Remy twisted his fingers and sparks showered inside Jamie. The fingers rubbed that magic spot inside again, producing a surge of astonishing electricity.
“Oh, God.” Jamie squirmed. Heat flooded his body. It was sweet, having Remy care about Jamie’s pleasure. “Please, Remy. More.”
Gently, Remy’s fingers withdrew. Foil tore, and the lube bottle squirted. A few seconds later, Remy’s cockhead prodded Jamie’s hole. For a ridiculous moment, the memory of
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