Just a Bit Confusing (Straight Guys 5)

“Are you drunk?” Ryan said, trying to ignore the stirring in his groin.

Jamie shook his head. “You know I’m not. So can I suck your cock?”

Ryan had never before thought a sentence could sound so wrong and arousing at the same time.

He should say no. They should stop doing this. But that incessant drive to satisfy Jamie’s needs was fucking with his mind, making it harder to say no when Jamie took his silence for a yes and started unzipping his jeans. His cock was hardening, his body responding to Jamie’s need like a stud smelling a mare in heat. Fucking hell. This was Jamie. His Jamie. Jamie wasn’t for fucking. Putting his cock in Jamie’s mouth still felt like blasphemy.

And yet, Ryan found himself not resisting when Jamie pulled his cock out and started slowly stroking it with both hands, watching it with fascination and hunger as it hardened completely. Ryan couldn’t believe Lambert had called Jamie frigid: he was as far from frigid as it got. Or maybe Jamie was this way only with him.

Jamie climbed off his lap and pushed Ryan’s thighs wider.

“Jamie,” Ryan groaned as Jamie sucked him deep with one smooth motion that destroyed the remnants of Ryan’s self-control. Grunting and sagging back against the couch, he reached down for Jamie’s platinum blond hair—it was getting long—and pushed it back just so he could watch. Jamie’s pink lips ran the length of his erection, his tongue swirled around the tip, and Ryan shuddered. The way Jamie looked when he sucked his cock was obscene: his cheeks red, his eyes glazed with lust and pleasure, a look of pure bliss on his face. He sucked Ryan’s cock like it was his favorite thing in the world. Jamie moaned around him and Ryan saw that Jamie had his own cock out and was stroking it quickly all the while working his mouth slowly, as if savoring the taste, Jamie’s soft, wet, warm mouth engulfing his aching cock but not tightly enough or fast enough—

Gripping Jamie’s hair, Ryan snapped his hips forward harder and faster until he was fucking Jamie’s mouth, his mind blank but for the driving desire to come down that sweet throat and fill Jamie’s belly with his come until Jamie was so full of it he—

A phone went off in Jamie’s pocket, shrilling as loud as a fire alarm. It kept ringing and ringing until Jamie pulled back, panting, and fished it out with unsteady fingers.

“Turn it off,” Ryan bit out, pulling Jamie’s mouth back to his throbbing cock. If Jamie insisted on sucking his dick, the least he could do was to not leave him hanging, so close to the edge. He felt like he was about to burst.

Eyes lighting up with mischief, Jamie smiled up at him dazedly and pressed the answer button. He put it on speaker, to boot. “What?” Jamie said, voice husky from sucking Ryan’s cock.

“You wanker!” said the caller. It was Luke.

“What did I do?” Jamie said, his glazed eyes still on Ryan’s aching cock. Jamie curled his hand around the base and squeezed, as if enjoying its hardness. Hissing through his teeth, Ryan glared at him.

Jamie smiled, dragging his lips along the length of his cock. It was a slow torture when all he wanted was to fuck that mouth and come.

“What did you do?” Luke said incredulously. “You left me at a place I know a total of three people, and all of them fucked off somewhere. Hey, you sound sloshed—are you sloshed? Did you and Ryan ditch me to have some fun? In that case, boo, you suck.”

“I’m busy,” Jamie said and licked the head of Ryan’s cock. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Are you at Ryan’s?”

“Mhm,” Jamie hummed in affirmative around Ryan’s cock. He looked up to meet Ryan’s eyes and Ryan felt his cock throb at the look of wanton lust on Jamie’s face. The little shit was actually getting off on sucking Ryan’s dick while he was on the phone with his friend.

“Then I’ll see you in ten minutes,” Luke said. “Five, if there’s no traffic.” He hung up.

Ryan stiffened. Had he misheard it? But judging by Jamie’s wide-eyed look, he hadn’t. They stared at each other, Jamie’s mouth still wrapped snuggly around Ryan’s cock, Jamie’s hand still around his own erection. Jesus.

“He’s on the way,” Ryan managed, his voice a little unsteady. He pulled his cock out of Jamie, hissing at the loss of his wet, warm mouth. Jamie let out a small disappointed whine.

“We don’t have the time,” Ryan said, trying to will his erection away. It was fruitless; he was so damn hard.

Jamie didn’t look any better, his breathing elevated, his erection still out, his eyes unfocused. “I have an idea,” he muttered, quickly disposing of his jeans and underwear. “Just don’t freak out on me, okay?” He pulled something out of his discarded jacket’s pocket.