shoved his tongue past Tek’s lips. A needy sound rumbled up out of Jamie as he tasted Tek’s mouth, the warm wet heat consuming him.
Tek stayed stiff against him, but he wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t shoving or swinging, and Jamie found encouragement in Tek’s nonaction. Jamie slid one hand around Tek’s face, grabbed the back of his head, his fingers curling, gripping the soft strands as he smashed their mouths closer together, deepening the kiss.
Tek began to tremble. Jamie could feel his muscles coiling tighter, tighter, and tighter, and then in a rush, as if Tek could no longer hold himself back when they’d reached the breaking point, he grabbed onto Jamie and fisted Jamie’s shirt to pull him closer still. To Jamie’s great relief, Tek kissed him back—his tongue battling alongside Jamie’s as they both fought to control the kiss.
On and on the kiss went as they explored each other’s mouths. Jamie couldn’t think of anything that had ever felt so perfect, so right. Tek’s mouth on his, the desire and need he tasted on Tek’s tongue were like little sparks of electricity that ignited every nerve ending in Jamie’s body, consuming him until Tek suddenly pulled back, leaving them both breathless and staring at the other with mirrored shocked expressions on their faces.
“How?” Tek licked his lips and shuddered. “What the hell just happened, Jamie?”
Jamie started to laugh. He couldn’t help it. Tek wasn’t swinging, wasn’t shoving Jamie away in disgust; in fact, Tek looked as relieved as Jamie felt. “I think we just proved we have both been idiots for a long, long time.”
“You…. You’re not….” Tek grinned and shook his head. “That would be a stupid question. Of course you’re not pissed. You fucking kissed me!”
“Yes, I did,” Jamie said slyly. “But may I remind you, you kissed me first.”
“We were thirteen!” Tek roared.
“Yeah, so? Now we’re even.”
“Six years, you bastard! Six fucking years it took you to return the kiss.” Tek slapped Jamie on the back. “Christ, are you slow.”
A knock on the door caused them both to jerk back, Jamie nearly ending up on his ass.
“Gunner? Jimmy?” came Carla’s voice through the door.
“Your mom,” Jamie mouthed and jumped to his feet.
“Everything okay?” The doorknob rattled, and Jamie was grateful he’d had the good sense to lock the door when he’d followed Tek in.
“Should I let her in?” Jamie whispered.
Tek shook his head vigorously. “Tell her I’m in the shower,” he replied and bolted for the bathroom.
“Umm, yeah. Everything is fine, Carla. Gunner’s in the shower,” Jamie called out.
“Why is this door locked?” The doorknob rattled again. “Open the door, Jimmy.”
Jamie looked down at the large bulge pressing against his jeans. No way in hell was he going to let Tek’s mom in, and he damn sure wasn’t ready to explain why the two of them were behind a locked door while Jamie had a raging hard-on.
“He’s fine, Carla. Te—Gunner just needs a few minutes. We’re… umm… we’re talking,” Jamie told her. He grabbed Tek’s bloody shirt and shoes, tossed them in the closet, and slammed the door.
“I thought you said he was in the shower,” she said, sounding suspicious.
“He is. We were talking and then—” Jamie huffed out a breath. “Look, Carla, he just needs a few minutes to get his shit together. We’ll be out in a bit.”
“Alright, but tell him I want to talk to him. I’ll be waiting at the bar.”
Jamie waited until he heard Carla’s footsteps move down the hall, and then he walked into the bathroom to tell Tek she was gone. Any words he might have uttered died on his tongue. Standing behind the glass-enclosed shower stall stood Tek with his one hand against the tile wall, the water pulsing against his lowered head and running down his muscular back to the swells of his tight ass. Jamie swallowed hard, but he couldn’t seem to make his mouth
Tek stayed stiff against him, but he wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t shoving or swinging, and Jamie found encouragement in Tek’s nonaction. Jamie slid one hand around Tek’s face, grabbed the back of his head, his fingers curling, gripping the soft strands as he smashed their mouths closer together, deepening the kiss.
Tek began to tremble. Jamie could feel his muscles coiling tighter, tighter, and tighter, and then in a rush, as if Tek could no longer hold himself back when they’d reached the breaking point, he grabbed onto Jamie and fisted Jamie’s shirt to pull him closer still. To Jamie’s great relief, Tek kissed him back—his tongue battling alongside Jamie’s as they both fought to control the kiss.
On and on the kiss went as they explored each other’s mouths. Jamie couldn’t think of anything that had ever felt so perfect, so right. Tek’s mouth on his, the desire and need he tasted on Tek’s tongue were like little sparks of electricity that ignited every nerve ending in Jamie’s body, consuming him until Tek suddenly pulled back, leaving them both breathless and staring at the other with mirrored shocked expressions on their faces.
“How?” Tek licked his lips and shuddered. “What the hell just happened, Jamie?”
Jamie started to laugh. He couldn’t help it. Tek wasn’t swinging, wasn’t shoving Jamie away in disgust; in fact, Tek looked as relieved as Jamie felt. “I think we just proved we have both been idiots for a long, long time.”
“You…. You’re not….” Tek grinned and shook his head. “That would be a stupid question. Of course you’re not pissed. You fucking kissed me!”
“Yes, I did,” Jamie said slyly. “But may I remind you, you kissed me first.”
“We were thirteen!” Tek roared.
“Yeah, so? Now we’re even.”
“Six years, you bastard! Six fucking years it took you to return the kiss.” Tek slapped Jamie on the back. “Christ, are you slow.”
A knock on the door caused them both to jerk back, Jamie nearly ending up on his ass.
“Gunner? Jimmy?” came Carla’s voice through the door.
“Your mom,” Jamie mouthed and jumped to his feet.
“Everything okay?” The doorknob rattled, and Jamie was grateful he’d had the good sense to lock the door when he’d followed Tek in.
“Should I let her in?” Jamie whispered.
Tek shook his head vigorously. “Tell her I’m in the shower,” he replied and bolted for the bathroom.
“Umm, yeah. Everything is fine, Carla. Gunner’s in the shower,” Jamie called out.
“Why is this door locked?” The doorknob rattled again. “Open the door, Jimmy.”
Jamie looked down at the large bulge pressing against his jeans. No way in hell was he going to let Tek’s mom in, and he damn sure wasn’t ready to explain why the two of them were behind a locked door while Jamie had a raging hard-on.
“He’s fine, Carla. Te—Gunner just needs a few minutes. We’re… umm… we’re talking,” Jamie told her. He grabbed Tek’s bloody shirt and shoes, tossed them in the closet, and slammed the door.
“I thought you said he was in the shower,” she said, sounding suspicious.
“He is. We were talking and then—” Jamie huffed out a breath. “Look, Carla, he just needs a few minutes to get his shit together. We’ll be out in a bit.”
“Alright, but tell him I want to talk to him. I’ll be waiting at the bar.”
Jamie waited until he heard Carla’s footsteps move down the hall, and then he walked into the bathroom to tell Tek she was gone. Any words he might have uttered died on his tongue. Standing behind the glass-enclosed shower stall stood Tek with his one hand against the tile wall, the water pulsing against his lowered head and running down his muscular back to the swells of his tight ass. Jamie swallowed hard, but he couldn’t seem to make his mouth
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