Jacob pressed in, broad cockhead stretching more than his fingers had, but Linc willed himself to relax, knowing the initial burn would fade into something worth the momentary discomfort. And it did, his body remembering what it liked about this, moving with Jacob to find a rhythm that had them both groaning. As they moved, Jacob kept returning for more kisses, sweet and dirty and lingering, driving Linc every bit as crazy as Jacob’s cock.
He got a hand on himself, stroking slow, matching their pace, still not ready to come, but liking the way that magnified the sensations, liking the rub of their bodies against his fist as Jacob loomed over him for another kiss. It had been so long since he’d even thought about doing this that he’d forgotten how good this could feel, how all-encompassing, not unlike the stars and their surroundings. He reveled too in Jacob’s strength—the flex of his lean muscles, the firmness of his kisses, the way he balanced on his forearms.
“Oh, fuck. Linc. Need you to get there.” Jacob’s voice, rough and ragged, slid over Linc, another caress, one that ramped him up, knowing how turned on Jacob was.
“Yeah.” He didn’t speed up his hand, though, instead letting the sensations wash over him, letting Jacob’s intensity be the thing that got him closer.
“Fuck. It’s too good. Tell me...what you need. Anything.” Jacob begging always did it for Linc, and this was no different, the way he was both totally in control and still dependent on Linc for his pleasure.
“You. Need you. Go hard. Hard as you want.” Linc knew what he needed, what they both needed. And even more than the pressure and friction, he needed to hear and feel Jacob lose control. Hell, simply his moans were almost enough to push Linc over. He sped up his hand. “That’ll get me there too. Promise. Want to see you go.”
“Yeah. Fuck. Oh, God.” Jacob’s hips stuttered, losing the rhythm but gaining intensity. Him not holding back was a thing of beauty, the way he went deep even as his head tipped back, totally lost to his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Go fast.”
“Can’t...hold back.” Voice breaking, Jacob pressed another desperate kiss to Linc’s mouth.
“Don’t.” Trying to match him, Linc went fast and hard on his cock, letting each of Jacob’s moans carry him higher.
“Right there. Fuck. Right there.” Going deep, Jacob’s whole body shuddered, climax so intense that Linc swore he could feel him pulsing in his ass, even with the condom.
“Yes.” The word felt ripped from his lungs as feeling Jacob come tipped him over the edge too, exactly what he needed. Jacob. Always Jacob. Always what he needed and yet never enough either.
“Linc.” Jacob collapsed against him, still shaking, even as he laughed. “What the fuck even was that?”
Linc’s body shuddered in wordless response. It knew what it was, knew the right words to describe what had happened, what simmered between them. But it didn’t matter what truths his body knew—there were some words he simply couldn’t afford to ever give voice to. Instead, he forced himself to laugh and press a kiss to Jacob’s sweaty forehead.
“Damn good. Not sure, but man...damn.”
“Exactly.” Jacob’s head fit perfect against Linc’s shoulder, all those words he wouldn’t say right fucking there. The night air was cool, but their bodies were still warm, muscles well-used. The stars twinkled, framing this moment like a million glittery flashbulbs, but no matter how crystal clear the memory was, Linc knew his brain would never do this justice. Nothing was ever going to be as good as this. And it wasn’t simply his well-fucked body. It was everything churning inside him, the surety that whatever else came into life, nothing was ever going to equal Jacob and this moment right here.
* * *
“No joke, this really is my favorite birthday ever,” Jacob said as he leaned against Linc. Still in the back of the truck, they’d pulled back on some of their clothes and snuggled into the blankets to enjoy the birthday cake Linc had brought. Jacob’s insides felt bright and glittery, like the stars that seemed almost close enough to grab.
“Grocery store cake that good? Or is that a compliment for my ass?” Linc laughed, the deep chuckle of a content guy, and Jacob was never getting tired of inspiring that reaction.
“Both.” Fucking him had been a revelation, a chance to give Linc a little of the attention and affection he always bestowed on Jacob. And as much as he’d started out focused on what he could give Linc, he’d ended up being blindsided yet again, feeling so much more than simple release. “But...uh... I’m down with next time being our usual too.”
Much as he’d enjoyed fucking Linc, that different sort of connection and closeness, the sexiness of watching Linc let go, he’d also had an urge to switch places. In the past, he’d always loved topping, showing off his ability to make the other person feel good, but there was something about being with Linc that made him lust for Linc’s power and domination. He’d loved every bit of the sex, but damn if his body wasn’t already counting down to the next time. He wasn’t quite as relaxed as Linc either, a certain thrum of restlessness that said anything this good couldn’t last. And a drive to prove that voice wrong, squeeze in a second round before they were forced to leave this place and this magical night.