OH, Jesus, his tongue was so hot. The taste of Jed so good. The next thing Remy knew, Jed was swooping him up into his arms and marching them to his bedroom. Remy didn’t care if it was a little bridal. Jed fumbled for his bedroom door since the whole time they kept on kissing. Jed squeezed his ass, and Remy withheld a moan.
“God, you’re driving me insane.”
“Good.”
Jed tossed him onto his bed like Remy weighed nothing. He placed his palms on either side of Remy in a push-up position, with Remy under him. Then Jed was kissing him hard, devouring him.
All Remy could do was hang on to Jed’s shoulders and kiss him. He wanted this. Remy liked the way Jed manhandled him, was unafraid to be bold and strong. It surprised Remy how very much he liked that.
Jed sucked and nipped at his mouth, his neck, his ear. He sucked at a spot at his throat that Remy hadn’t even known was sensitive. But as Jed traced his tongue there, Remy let out a small cry.
Jed stared down at him, his expression heated, before devouring Remy’s mouth all over again. And a weird rush of gratitude came over Remy. This was meant to be. This was right. All the rest of the issues between them—Buddy, their differences, their futures—fell away.
Jed’s hesitation was gone as he touched Remy with confidence. Did a part of Jed feel it too? Their connection? He must. Their chemistry was undeniable.
Remy’s entire body was flushed when he pulled away. They had only kissed, but his dick was like iron. He couldn’t wait for Jed to touch him roughly again, to bite him, fuck him.
Already Remy felt like a panting, fucking mess. Jed was still above him, holding his weight up with his arms. He was so goddamn strong. Remy imagined he would be strong when he thrust into him too. His ass clenched at the thought, and his balls tightened.
Jed pushed himself off the mattress to a sit, his weight now at his heels. His eyes flared with emotion, a bright, burning blue.
He went to turn off the light, but Remy shook his head.
“I want to see you.” And he wanted Jed to see him. Wanted that intense look on him the whole time.
Jed bit his lip, then nodded.
He’s nervous too.
Jed was such a puzzle. Bossy and manhandling him one second, almost shy the next.
It was a lethal combination. One that got Remy off.
Jed stripped off his clothes with Remy watching. Remy stared—and fuck yeah, Jed was chiseled—the massive wall of his chest, his strong broad shoulders, toned biceps.
“Nice.”
“Now you,” Jed ordered.
Remy quickly obliged, pulling off clothes and tossing them aside. Naked, he let Jed’s gaze take him in. Remy wasn’t modest. He wasn’t as muscular as Jed, but he had good definition, especially in his abs. And for a guy his size, Remy knew he was hung.
“You like?” he asked Jed, propping up on one elbow.
“Don’t dislike,” Jed drawled. “Are we really gonna do this?”
“Hell yes.”
They smiled at each other.
Slowly Jed approached him on the bed again, moving like a hunter might. And damn, Remy felt like prey. His heartbeat sped up a little. Jed had barely started with him, but Remy’s balls had tightened to the point of pain.
Jed crawled on top, anchoring Remy to him, easily taking control. Remy slid his hands down Jed’s solid back. They kissed, not sweetly, their lips pushing hard at each other. Jed’s taste was already what Remy craved. He liked everything about the way Jed kissed. He sucked on Remy’s tongue perfectly, somehow rough and gentle at the same time.
He pulled away, panting hard. Jed’s eyes were open wide, with a wild expression in them.
“This is crazy. And… I want you. Bad.”
The need in his voice had Remy’s cock swelling even more. God, if he didn’t calm down, he might come before Jed even touched his dick.
He could only slide his arms around Jed and pull him in for another earth-shattering kiss. Sweet Christ, he wanted Jed. Badly.
Remy gripped Jed’s shoulders and tipped his head back, allowing Jed to take small nips again at his neck. Then Remy gasped as Jed sucked the spot where his throat was so vulnerable. He’d never had a guy bother with this part before. Remy’s toes curled as Jed didn’t release him. He was devouring the delicate skin of Remy’s neck, no doubt leaving his mark. Who knew his neck was so fucking sensitive? Usually at this point Remy was pushing his partner to the main event. Usually he was a bitchy, bossy bottom.
But not with Jed. He wanted to be flirtatious and easy. Make his usual teasing remark like Speed up, cowboy, I wanna ride. Or some such nonsense that would make it all light and fun.
But it wasn’t light. It was intense. By the time Jed finally released the suction on his neck, Remy was shaking, all his thoughts scattering, his normal words deserting him. He arched his hips, wanting to touch, and Remy cried out when Jed responded by grasping their cocks together in his callused fingers. The entire time Jed rutted against him, he kept his gaze right on Remy’s. He watched him.
Remy licked his lips. He felt like their eyes were already fucking. Jed’s gaze locked on his. The hunger in his expression, the heat.
Remy’s lips parted. He let out a sharp cry that he barely recognized as his own. Remy worked his hips in a rhythm that matched Jed’s strokes, increasing the friction. He could have this. He wanted this with Jed. His mind flashed on the first moment he’d ever seen Jed. Even then his heart had known this was a person meant to be important in his life. He pushed, so his ass was off the bed, his upper torso touching Jed’s.
“Is this what you want?” Jed asked. “Tell me this is good, that you like it.”
“Touch me! Yeah, yeah…. Just like that!”
Jed grunted and held the small of Remy’s back with one hand, his fingers splayed out, while Jed’s other hand kept pumping their cocks in a steady torture. Remy moaned. He couldn’t take this much more. He pounded on Jed’s shoulders to signal as much. Sensations rushed through him, sweat soaking his skin. Muffled cries formed at his lips. Jed handled Remy’s body like he already understood how to take Remy to a place he needed to go.
“I’m going to—” Remy muffled the rest of his words. He wanted to plead and beg, but all he could do was shudder.
“I got you, darlin’.” Jed’s gentle smile and unexpected endearment was his undoing.
Remy convulsed as pleasure raced through his balls to his cock. He shot his load all over Jed’s hand. Remy could barely breathe; it was so good all he could take were shallow gasps.
Jed let out this long, satisfied noise as he finished. He collapsed down, pushing Remy into the mattress with his larger body. Remy ran a hand down his back as Jed went limp.
Remy had little aftershocks from the release. It had been that strong. Jed hadn’t even screwed him, but Remy felt like he had. Jed had sure taken him apart.
Jed pressed a kiss on his lips. And then he drew away and stared at Remy, their bodies pressed together. Jed touched the side of Remy’s mouth, and he stared for a long time.
Remy smiled.
Then Jed smiled, slowly, widely, and the empty space inside Remy’s heart jumped to be filled.
“Stay here,” Jed commanded, but softly. It was what Remy had come to like best about him. Jed was tough on the outside but thoughtful and sweet underneath. “Want me to get a washcloth?” Jed asked now, proving it.
“I don’t mind being sticky, but clean is good.”
Remy was still floating on his orgasm. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been like this. If ever? Had all the others been with him or been fucking Remy Sean, pop idol?
His stomach dipped slightly. All too well, Remy knew the answer.
Jed rubbed a warm washcloth on their cocks, and Remy’s twitched slightly.
“Keep doing that and round two is coming fast.”
“Promises, promises.” He put the washcloth aside and gathered Remy to him. “I didn’t expect this. I wanted it but didn’t expect it,” Jed whispered in his ear.
As Jed spooned him, Remy realized he’d never expected this either.
He’d never felt protected with a lover. Not once. Never felt it meant much. He’d stopped trying somewhere along the line to have it mean anything at all. Jed held him, and Jed’s arms felt right as he drifted off.
And the most amazing thing? Remy slept. He fucking slept.