Love Match (Love Match 1)

“Okay, I won’t.” Jesse sighed. “I know you’re right. I guess I’m just impatient. You were only a bit older than me when you won Wimbledon the first time.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t go to college. I’d been slugging away on the tour as a pro since I was barely eighteen. It takes time, Jesse.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right.”

“Now you’re talking sense.” Luke smiled.

They ate dinner in front of the TV and a British comedy that Jesse found particularly funny. On the other hand, maybe it was the bottle of wine they were quickly working their way through. Luke cleared their plates and deposited them in the hallway for the cleaning staff.

“God, I am so full,” Jesse complained as he lay down on the bed. “And I think I’m a bit drunk.”

Luke collapsed beside him. “Mm-hmm.”

They watched TV in contented silence and dozed off. Luke awoke just after midnight and stumbled to the bathroom, flicking off the TV and the overhead light as he went. When he returned to the bedroom, Jesse was awake and by the window, looking out over the city.

“It’s so big. Looks like it just goes on forever. But in a different way than LA. You know what I mean?”

Luke pressed up behind him at the window, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He dropped a kiss on the back of Jesse’s neck.

After a few minutes, Jesse turned in his arms and pressed kisses along Luke’s jaw, moving to his ear. Their hands started to roam as their bodies reawakened, and they moved back to the bed. When Jesse pulled Luke’s shirt over his head, Luke winced a bit at the twinge in his shoulder.

Jesse stopped and sat back on his heels. “You okay?”

“My shoulder’s just a bit off today. I think I strained it yesterday.”

Jesse rubbed Luke’s shoulder tentatively. “Man, you’ve got a lot of knots back there.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Lie down on your stomach.”

Luke didn’t argue, and helped kick his jeans and underwear off. “Have any massage oil?”

“No, but there should be some moisturizer in the bathroom.”

Jesse returned and straddled Luke’s hips in his underwear. “Aveda, huh? I didn’t know guys used moisturizer.”

“What kind of gay man are you?”

Jesse smacked Luke’s ass. “The kind that’s going to give you a massage, so shut it.”

Jesse worked the moisturizer into Luke’s sore muscles, and Luke purred in satisfaction. Jesse was good with his hands and as he moved down his body, Luke felt like his skin was glowing.

As his fingers splayed over Luke’s ass, Jesse’s lips were suddenly there, blowing a stream of air over Luke’s hole.

“Fuck,” Luke moaned, his dick already hard beneath him from the massage.

Jesse’s tongue darted out and he licked up and down the crack of Luke’s ass, flicking over his hole and finally probing inside. Luke could feel Jesse’s breath hot against him and he pushed back against his tongue. “Yeah, just like that.”

After another minute, Luke was rubbing his cock against the mattress, trying to create the necessary friction. He finally groaned and lifted his head up, turning to look over his shoulder. “Get the stuff from my bag.” He rolled on his side to wait.

Jesse complied with a nod and shucked his briefs on his way back to the bed. He pressed the condom and lube into Luke’s hand. “How do you want me?” he asked, teeth tugging on Luke’s ear.

“Inside me.”

Jesse’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I may be a top, but I still like having someone else drive the train once in a while.” He kissed Jesse thoroughly, until they were both panting. “Now fuck me.” He hadn’t bottomed for anyone since Nik, but it felt right.

He rolled back over, grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath his hips as he spread his legs. He heard the lube open, and then Jesse’s finger was pushing inside him, opening him up. He added another finger and Luke moaned at the sensation.

There was a tear of foil, and then Jesse was on top of him, pressing himself hesitantly into Luke’s hole. “You need to push harder,” Luke told him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Luke looked back over his shoulder and lifted his ass. “You won’t. I promise.”

Emboldened, Jesse pushed further inside him, and Luke felt that old familiar stretching, the pleasure and pain mixing together as one as Jesse moved further in. Finally, he was there, his hips against Luke’s ass, breath coming in jagged inhalations.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “You feel so good.” Kissing the back of Luke’s neck, Jesse grasped his hand on the mattress. He took a few deep breaths and Luke knew he was trying to get back under control. When he did, he started thrusting in and out a bit, getting a feel for the motion.

Soon he had it down and he drove back and forth, hitting just the right place to make Luke want to scream with pleasure. There was nothing quite like getting fucked sometimes, and he rocked back against Jesse, meeting his thrusts. He lifted his hips, sliding his hand beneath his body to stroke his cock as Jesse started pumping faster, his moans getting louder.