Perfect Imperfections

“Do you want me to kiss you, JJ?”

Though he opened his mouth to answer, Jeremy couldn’t form any words so he nodded instead.

“Eventually, if you’ll let me, I’ll kiss you all over. Your hip.” Reg shifted a little to the side and ground his hard shaft against Jeremy’s hip. “The freckles on the inside of your thigh.” He moved over, keeping his dick on Jeremy, and then he thrust into the juncture between his thigh and pelvis, where Jeremy didn’t realize he had freckles. “Your balls.” Reg planted his hands on the mattress and straightened them, lifting himself up. Then he moved his groin down before rolling forward, pressing the head of his fabric-covered cock against Jeremy’s balls.

“Oh God!” Jeremy shouted.

Again and again Reg pumped against Jeremy, the defined muscles in his arms bulging, his gaze smoldering.

“Reg, you need to stop.” Jeremy grabbed Reg’s arms and held on so tightly he was sure to leave bruises. “Oh my God, if you don’t stop, I’ll….” He spread his legs and tilted his hips up, unable to prevent his body from seeking more friction even when his mind knew that would end things sooner than he wanted.

“You’ll what?” He rocked forward. “Am I going to make you cum in your shorts?” He nudged forward, putting more pressure on Jeremy where he was most sensitive. “Don’t fight it, JJ.” He covered Jeremy’s mouth with his and slid his tongue inside, tasting, licking, only pulling away when air became a necessity. “Because it’s going to happen more than once tonight.”

“Can’t,” Jeremy gasped. “Once is all I’m able to—”

“Oh-ho, a challenge.” Reg nipped at Jeremy’s chin. “I love a challenge.” He lowered his body onto Jeremy’s groin, putting weight onto his already sensitive balls, and moved from side to side.

“Reg,” Jeremy cried. “Reg!”

“Aches, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“But it feels good, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Look at you, barely holding on. It’s okay. I promise you’ll go again.” He slotted his dick next to Jeremy’s, the thin fabric of their sleep shorts the only thing separating them, and ground back and forth. “Let go, JJ. Enjoy it. And after, I’ll lick my way up your shaft and suck you down until you cum again.”

And that is exactly what Jeremy did, opening his mouth in a soundless cry, arching up against Reg’s larger body, and losing his breath as he pulsed his pleasure over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he gasped and stared at Reg.

“That looked like a good one.” Reg grinned, looking very proud of himself. “Was it?”

“Yeah.” So good Jeremy was having trouble breathing. And feeling his legs.

“Let me ask you something, superstar.”

In that moment, Reg could’ve asked him anything and he’d answer. No. Not just in that moment. Reg had earned his complete trust months earlier.

“You came in your shorts, so I know you’re messy and sticky.”

Jeremy’s cheeks heated and he wriggled under Reg.

“But do you feel awkward?”

Stopping to consider the question, Jeremy shook his head. “No. I feel….” He felt undone but in a good way, as if tension he hadn’t realized he carried was suddenly gone. “I feel good.”

“See that? And your clothes were still on,” Reg pointed out as he tugged on Jeremy’s T-shirt. “Imagine what I can do when I get you naked.” He tucked his hands under Jeremy’s shirt and shoved it up his chest. “Sex can be messy and sticky, like you told me once.” He eased the shirt over Jeremy’s head and pulled it off his arms. “But if it’s right, it feels way too good to be awkward.” Reg rose to his knees and took hold of Jeremy’s shorts.

Jeremy whimpered.

“I’m going to blow your mind, superstar.” Reg pulled off his shorts, used them to wipe the seed off his groin, and tossed them across the room, leaving him lying naked and exposed. “But first”—he scooted down and hunched over, his face inches from Jeremy’s groin—“I’m going to blow your dick.”

Chapter 14

THREE. THAT was how many orgasms Reg had coaxed from Jeremy. He was sure he could have pleasured him more if they’d started earlier, but at four in the morning, after being worked over for hours, Jeremy’s eyes drooped closed, and Reg decided to have pity on him rather than suck him awake. Not that Reg stayed up long after him. He’d had a long day and two orgasms himself. So he pulled Jeremy’s lithe body into his arms, curled his chest around Jeremy’s back, and kissed his nape before falling into a deep sleep.

The next day was a mad dash from beginning to end. They barely had time to shower before they left for Madison. They checked into their hotel and then walked right back out so Jeremy could field two interviews before heading to the concert arena and performing until after midnight. To make matters worse, paparazzi had been waiting for Jeremy outside the hotel and at the sites of both interviews, which predictably frustrated him and took an emotional toll.