His thoughts were torn in two different directions.
Have to stay in control. Have to give him more.
Jeremy wrapped his free arm around him, in one rough move reversing their positions so Owen was the one with his back pressed against the cold steel door. He looked Owen in the eye, held his gaze for a heartbeat, then dropped to his knees and roughly shucked Owen’s pants down to the tops of his thighs.
“Yes, Jeremy.”
After another heartbeat to catch his breath at the sight of the thick erection in front of him, he took it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he got his first taste. Jesus, he could come from this alone. Owen’s hard cock filling his mouth. Owen moaning his name.
Owen.
“Fuck. Jesus, you didn’t have to…” Owen’s voice trailed off and Jeremy felt his strong, calloused fingers tangle and snag in his hair. “Damn. Damn, that’s good. You don’t know how many times I imagined this, but it’s better.”
Jeremy knew it was. He’d learned a long time ago that most men were good at sucking cock. Straight, gay or bi, men knew what they liked. But he was a master. With his size, he’d had to be. He’d had to learn to drive a man crazy enough that they’d be willing to take him. Begging to take him. He knew exactly how hard he could suck, knew how much Owen would love to feel his throat tighten around his shaft as he swallowed. Knew what to do with his tongue and how firmly he could grip the base with his fingers so the tension would build and intensify.
Owen’s hands clenched harder in his hair and his hips thrust forward helplessly. “Now I am jealous,” he rasped, obviously struggling for control. “Or grateful for all the practice you had to get this good. Fuck. Fuck it’s so good. I can’t—”
Owen made a strangled sound and Jeremy took a breath and relaxed his throat, knowing what he needed. He lifted both his hands to Owen’s hips when they started pumping, taking in more of the thick girth as Owen thrust his way to climax between his lips.
Yes. Let me taste you, baby. Fuck my mouth. Gonna make you come so hard you’ll never forget.
Jeremy heard the shout and tasted salt and man and as Owen’s release filled his mouth. He swallowed it with a deep groan, greedy for every drop, for every second that it lasted. He was overwhelmed by the flavor, the scent, and how lost Owen seemed in climax. He reveled in the feeling of the shaft pulsing inside his mouth, the power of having this strong body tremble with the pleasure Jeremy had given him.
So good, baby. You taste so good.
“And that answers that question,” Owen gasped, still panting from his orgasm.
Owen. Jesus, this was his friend, not some drunken stranger.
Jeremy pulled up Owen’s jeans, got to his feet unsteadily and turned, walking out of the kitchen without a word. That hadn’t just happened. He hadn’t just dropped to his knees and ruined in five minutes what he’d built up over nineteen years.
“Where are you going? What the hell? Jeremy, stop.”
Owen grabbed his arm just as he reached the living room and he snapped. Before he could protest Jeremy had him bent over the couch with one hand pressed behind his back and his body hard against him.
“What?” Jeremy growled, dragging Owen’s jeans back down just enough to feel the bare skin of his ass against his aching erection. “Still curious? Want some more show and tell?”
He rocked himself between the firm cheeks of Owen’s ass, unable to hold back his moan. It felt too good. “Don’t try and top me, Owen. You would be running if you knew what usually happens next in this scenario. A few drinks and a blatant invitation like that? Any other man would forget the consequences and bury himself balls deep inside your virgin ass. But that’s not what I’m going to do.”
“Fine.” Owen bucked against him in challenge, but not hard enough to get free. “Give me a minute to recover and I can fuck you instead.”
Jeremy’s laugh was humorless. “That’s not how this works, buddy.” He released him and straightened, his hands clenched in fists at his sides to still their shaking as he watched Owen stand and pull up his pants. “I don’t catch, and from what I hear, it wouldn’t be your style either, Master Finn. Since I’m not into collars and you’re not into dicks, just take your birthday blowjob and go. If we both have a few more drinks before bed we can chalk this up to temporary insanity between old friends. I will take it to my grave if you do the same. No one else ever has to know.”
Jeremy crawled over the back of his couch and sat down, one arm covering his eyes as he waited to hear the sounds of Owen leaving. God, he wanted him to stay. He wanted to suck Owen’s dick into his mouth and work it until it was hard again. Wanted to spread the cheeks of his ass and fuck it with his tongue and fingers. Anything so he could hear more of those sexy sounds of surprised pleasure Owen had made.