Chris woke up smiling, mostly because of Jamie’s awful singing, which had penetrated the veil of sleep and roused him. The bed was empty, and the noise was coming from downstairs where rock music was playing, and Jamie was attempting to sing along, obviously clattering around the kitchen as he did so. He got up and dressed, picking up their discarded clothing as he went downstairs and padded into the kitchen to see Jamie at the stove, happily frying eggs and bacon. Chris leaned against the door frame and shook his head, smiling. Helen had been right—Jamie bounced back like a rubber ball. You wouldn’t have known how much of a bad state he had been in the evening before, looking at him now making breakfast and singing.
“Well, you’re surprisingly chipper this morning,” Chris said, arms folded over his chest.
When Jamie turned, the smile he gave was dazzling. “Yeah, well…I had a good night.”
“Apparently so.” Chris grinned as he walked to the counter, pulling out a chair to sit. “Seeing as we’ve been here a month and you’ve never made breakfast before.”
Jamie grinned back and shuffled some eggs and bacon on a plate. “I’m not allowed to make my guy some breakfast?”
“Oh, I’m your guy now?” Chris teased, picking up a fork and gratefully accepting the plate.
“Damn right you are,” Jamie replied.
The thought made Chris glow with happiness, and he dug in enthusiastically, Jamie smiling at him as he sorted coffee.
This was just so easy, this breakfast routine they had going, like they had been doing this their whole lives and would do it until the end. Chris didn’t want to think about having to stop.
Jamie had been a mess the night before at the Met, after Geoffrey Pierce. Even after Jamie’s last nightmare, Chris had never seen him in such a state. There was a whole story there that he desperately wanted to know, that he needed to know, but Jamie wasn’t ready to tell him yet. Chris could live with that. What he couldn’t live with was seeing Jamie in so much pain.
But this morning, it was once again like nothing had happened—Jamie was smiling and playful and flirty, gorgeous in his T-shirt and boxers and his hair messed up from having Chris’s hands in it the night before.
“This is surprisingly good,” he mumbled around a mouthful of bacon.
Jamie threw him an offended look, if only in jest. “What do you mean surprisingly? You ate my fantastic pasta—you know I can cook, even if I don’t do it often.”
“Well, maybe you should.”
“Maybe I will.”
They smirked at each other over the kitchen counter until they were disturbed by Jamie’s phone ringing. He glanced at the number and rolled his eyes. “The president is summoning me,” he said, rolling his eyes before answering the call and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetie,” President Barratt replied. “How are you?”
“I’m great,” Jamie answered.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Aunt Helen said you had a bit of a bad evening…”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Jamie answered hurriedly. “It was Pierce; he was being an ass’ it got to me. I’m fine now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. It’s my birthday tomorrow; I’m not going to let anything put a dampener on that!”
Chris raised his eyebrows at him. He’d forgotten that Jamie was turning twenty-six the next day—this was going to be their last day alone for a while.
“About that,” The president continued. “I’m coming up in the morning, okay? I have a few days scheduled off, so we could spend a bit of time together if you like.”
“Sure thing, Mama,” Jamie replied, giving Chris a smile.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
Jamie said goodbye and ended the call.
“I forgot about your birthday,” Chris said meekly.
Jamie started to laugh and slid from the stool, moving around the counter. “That’s okay,” he replied, kissing Chris’s temple as he slid an arm around his shoulder. “You’ve known me for only a month, you can’t be expected to remember that yet. I don’t even know when yours is.”
“October 31st,” Chris answered immediately.
Jamie’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?” he asked with amusement.
“Yes, seriously.” Chris grinned, pushing away his empty plate and wrapping his arms around Jamie’s waist, pulling him between his thighs.
Jamie kissed him, that lingering bottom lip driving Chris crazy as Jamie’s fingers linked at the back of his neck, a fingertip of one hand sneaking under the collar of Chris’s T-shirt, stroking the skin. A sigh bubbled its way out from Chris’s chest, and it made Jamie laugh against his lips.
“I could get used to this,” Chris murmured.
“Maybe we should make the most of having an empty house.”
Chris raised his eyebrows, running his thumbs against Jamie’s hips, over his shirt. “What are you suggesting?
Jamie hummed softly against his mouth, smiling before pulling away. He walked backwards, one foot carefully behind the other as he stripped off his T-shirt. Chris swallowed, his breath quickening.
Jamie dropped the T-shirt in the doorway and smirked at him. “Well,” he replied, his voice dropping into that low huskiness that Chris had heard on the yacht. “I’m still kinda slicked up from last night. I thought you might want to pull me into your lap and find out if I’m still all open.”
Chris might have stopped breathing for a second. This was definitely a totally different Jamie to the one he’d brought home the night before. He was standing in the doorway with his hands the front of his boxers, bottom lip between his teeth as he smirked at Chris, unashamedly stroking himself under the fabric. Chris’s own cock gave an enthusiastic twitch and he all but jumped off the stool.
“Fuck, yes,” he found himself saying, striding purposefully towards Jamie, ridding himself of his own T-shirt just as he reached Jamie and caught his mouth again, his hand gripping his chin as he prised open Jamie’s lips with his tongue and forcefully kissed him.
Chris found himself pulled forwards by the waistband of his underwear, his mouth never breaking with Jamie’s as they moved, until Chris found himself being turned, then forcefully pushed back. He landed on the third step of the staircase, his back bumping hard into the wood as he looked up at Jamie swiftly stripping off his boxers. He was already hard and Chris couldn’t help but groan at the sight, his mouth watering as Jamie grasped himself at the base and slowly pulled upwards—so very slowly, his eyes fluttering closed for a split second. He bit his lip and grinned, knowing that Chris was staring.
“See something you like, Roberts?” he asked.
“I do, but he’s standing a little too far away.”
Jamie laughed, light and breathy as his hand reached the head of his cock and he tightened his grip, twisting his wrist and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Heat flared in Chris’s belly—he knew what that move did to him, so he could very easily imagine how Jamie felt right now.
“Well, you still have your pants on,” Jamie countered breathlessly. “How am I supposed to sit on your cock if you’re all covered up?”
Chris instantly lifted his hips, fingers hooking into the waistband and dragging them off. Jamie laughed at him again, but rewarded Chris by coming closer, releasing himself and straddling Chris’s hips, settling himself on his knees on the hard wood step.
“My God, you are totally up for this, aren’t you?” Jamie murmured against Chris’s lips as he lowered himself, hips canting in Chris’s lap.
“Well, it’s kinda hard to resist when you’re all naked and gorgeous and touching yourself in front of me,” Chris breathed, sliding his hands down Jamie’s sides. He knew Jamie loved that—he always groaned at the pressure.
“Oh, good,” Jamie replied, ghosting his lips over Chris’s as he pressed down with his hips. Chris’s dick was rock hard, sliding easily between the cleft of Jamie’s ass cheeks. He could still feel the slickness of the residual gel from the night before and he moaned.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re using big words again, Chris.” Jamie grinned. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”
“Oh, I definitely want to fuck you.”
Jamie’s eyes lit up. “Well, well. It sounds like Chris is finally getting with the program.” He ran his fingers up the length of Chris’s shaft, making his breath hitch. “Do you want to work me open a little or do you just want me to sit on it and see if I’m slick enough to take you?”
“Do you want to maybe stop taunting me before you get my cock shoved so far into your ass that you black out, whether you’re ready for it or not?”
And it was like Chris had just flipped the switch to maximum. Jamie’s mouth dropped open and he made a small, choked sound in the back of his throat, his blue eyes almost black and filled with unbridled joy.
“Now that’s what I was looking for,” he breathed. “Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Roberts has arrived.”
Chris growled and surged forward, crushing his mouth against Jamie’s, and if he thought that they had kissed passionately before then, it was nothing compared to this time. Jamie’s fingers tugged at Chris’s hair, his eyes open and wide as he kissed Chris fast, messy, sucking on his tongue as he lifted his hips. Chris took his chance, taking himself in hand and sliding his cock between Jamie’s cleft, then drove his hips upwards as he pulled Jamie down.
Jamie sucked in a breath. So did Chris, because Jamie had been slick but not quite slick enough, and the friction as Chris shoved into him burned.
“Shit…” Jamie panted, his forehead bumping painfully into Chris’s as he surged forward.
Suddenly, Chris’s bravado slipped away. “Oh, my God! I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
Jamie started to laugh, his whole body shaking. “Ow…oh…yeah, shit that hurt.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Jamie gasped.
Chris, who had started to move, stilled immediately.
Jamie breathed again, a couple of long inhalations until he could speak. “Give me your hand.”
Chris bit his lip as Jamie licked the palm of Chris’s hand, lapping, sucking on his fingers until his hand was dripping with spit. Chris slicked himself, running his fingers around the tight ring of muscle where Jamie joined him and experimentally rolled his hips. He slid out a couple of millimeters and back in again, much easier.
“Better?” he murmured.
Jamie swallowed, nodding. “Yeah…just….just do that until I get used to it—until it works loose.”
Chris placed his hands on Jamie’s waist and slid them up, using the light pressured stokes to soothe him as he rolled his hips, moving back and forward inside Jamie instead of in and out. Jamie hummed against Chris’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss into his skin, fingers loosening the grip they had held in Chris’s hair the whole time. After a few moments, Chris felt him relax and sigh softly.
“Oh yeah, that’s better,” Jamie breathed, shifting his knees on the wooden step and moving in a way that increased the pressure on Chris’s cock, making him gasp.
“You sure?” he managed to say.
Jamie sat up and grinned at him, all wickedness and pure lust. “Absolutely sure. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Heat flashed through Chris again and he slid forward to the edge of the step, his feet planted firmly on the floor as he snapped up his hips, the flesh of his thighs smacking against Jamie’s backside.
God, but Jamie was beautiful to watch, holding himself up and still, fingers digging into Chris’s shoulders as Chris fucked up into his body. Jamie’s head was thrown back, mouth open and emitting short, gasping moans as Chris wrapped his arms tight around Jamie’s waist.
“Oh fuck, Chris, that’s so good,” Jamie groaned.
“You like being fucked hard?”
“Not as much as I love it when you fuck me hard and talk to me about it.” Jamie chuckled.
And then there was no stopping Chris. All the things he’d desperately wanted to say when they’d had sex on the yacht and couldn’t make his mouth work just came spilling out, telling Jamie how hot he was, how tight he was, how much Chris loved fucking him.
It drove Jamie wild, had him practically screaming and fucking down onto Chris’s cock as hard as he could until Chris could only pant in time with his thrusts that were becoming erratic. His hips stuttered, his thighs burning as the white heat inside him coiled and tightened and broke, and this time he couldn’t pull out, emptying himself inside of Jamie’s tightness.
Jamie looked at him with a heady mixture of shock and pleasure. “Fucking Christ, Chris…” he choked out as Chris went rigid and shook from head to toe. Jamie followed about ten seconds after, roughly jerking himself off, and with a low groan, coming over his hand.
“I’m so sorry…” Chris muttered breathlessly as soon as he had enough wits about him. To his absolute surprise, Jamie laughed.
He wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck and looked at him like he was the sun. “What the fuck for?” he asked happily. “That was fucking amazing.”
Chris stared at him, then started to laugh, too, holding tight onto the beautiful man in his lap as his softening cock slid from him.
“I can’t believe I came inside you…” he groaned, his head hitting Jamie’s bare shoulder as he sagged forward.
“Me neither,” Jamie admitted. “That was so fucking hot.”
“You’re not going to be saying that in a couple of minutes’ time.”
“You’re right. It’s actually getting kinda gross already.”
Chris laughed again and raised his head, taking Jamie’s face between his hands and kissing him. “Get off me and get in the shower. We’ve got to pick up your suit from the tailor today.”
“Yes, sir,” Jamie replied cheekily, his smile so wide that it had to hurt his cheeks.
“Don’t make me spank you.”
“Oh, is that what you’re into, Roberts?” Jamie retorted, sliding from Chris’s lap and beginning to crawl up the stairs.
Chris’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, my God. Get in the fucking shower, you dirty-mouthed, filthy-minded bastard!”
“Only if you join me!”
Chris Roberts had never moved faster in his life.