“Can you kiss me again?”
Max caressed Jeremy’s cheek with his rough hand and pressed their lips together. This kiss was gentle at first. Dry and light. Their noses bumped, and Jeremy laughed softly. “Sorry. I still have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Don’t worry.” Max traced Jeremy’s cheekbone with his thumb. “I do.” He grinned, then tilted Jeremy’s head and kissed him harder.
Now it was wet again, the rasp of Max’s stubble wonderful on Jeremy’s skin. Jeremy was very much being kissed, and when Max slipped his tongue inside, he moaned and clutched at Max’s thick arms. Being invaded like that turned him on big time, and he surrendered gratefully, gasping for air whenever he could.
Still kissing him, Max tipped him back on the sink, reaching down to push Jeremy’s legs farther apart. Jeremy winced at the pressure on the fresh bruising on his butt.
“What?” Max blinked at him in the sunlight streaming through the yellow curtains on the small window. He bolted up to stand straight between Jeremy’s splayed thighs. “Does it hurt?”
“A little. Don’t worry about it.” Jeremy tugged Max’s sweater, but Max didn’t budge.
“I’m totally going to worry about you being in pain. That’s not good pain.” He eased Jeremy back onto his feet.
“Please don’t stop.” Jeremy didn’t care how much his bruised butt hurt.
“Oh, don’t worry.” A smile tugged on Max’s full lips. “I’m not stopping. Wouldn’t be cool of me to leave you in this state. You really need this, huh?” He rubbed Jeremy’s straining cock slowly, the denim taut.
“Please.” Jeremy arched his back, eager for more pressure on his dick. He’d come in his pants before, and right now he couldn’t seem to care if it was embarrassing or not.
“I’ve got you. It’s okay.” Max ran his hand up, snagging the hem of Jeremy’s sweater and pulling it over his head.
Jeremy lifted his arms, shivering as Max tossed the wool aside. Max’s eyes roved over Jeremy’s chest, his hands following. Jeremy almost cried out at the light touch. He was ticklish and squirmed.
Max smiled, his fingers dancing over Jeremy’s ribs. “Sensitive, hmm?”
“Uh-huh. Please, just…”
“Just make you come?” He raised an eyebrow. At Jeremy’s nod, he laughed softly, his fingers skimming Jeremy’s skin. “I will. I want to find out what you like.”
“This. I like this. All of it. Please.”
Laughing again, Max bent and kissed him deeply. He nuzzled at Jeremy’s cheek and dropped his head lower, sucking what would surely be a mark on his collarbone.
“We’re not supposed to be doing this. Hurry up.”
Max smiled against Jeremy’s skin. “Everyone’s busy out there. We can take a break.”
When Max closed his mouth over Jeremy’s nipple, Jeremy cried out. Flushing, he pressed his lips together. It was like all his nerve endings that weren’t occupied with his dick had centered on his nipple, and there was an invisible chain between that nub of flesh and his balls.
Max lifted his head and sucked his own index finger, releasing it with a pop that had Jeremy helplessly humping the air with his hips. He was dying for friction on his cock.
“I wish I could hear you.” Max circled Jeremy’s other nipple with his wet finger before dropping his head again to lick and tease the first one. “But we. Should…” He nipped with his teeth. “Keep quiet. Just in case.”
Jeremy had been pressing his lips together so hard it hurt, and he gasped for air, letting his mouth open. When he’d jerked off growing up, he’d typically had to be quiet. It’d been all muffled gasps and little cries drowned out by the shower or his face in his pillow. Somehow, having to be quiet with Max excited him even more than when he’d been able to be noisy in his dorm room.
Then Max dropped to his knees, and Jeremy had to muffle a moan. He thought of last night, and how turned on he’d been. Standing with Max—big and muscled and so masculine—kneeling at his feet was shockingly hot. He concentrated on not coming before his jeans were even undone.
“I guess if we’re going to break the rules, we should make it worth our while,” Jeremy whispered.
Max’s chuckle was low, and it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine. The shiver morphed into a full-body tremor as Max freed his cock and swallowed it. He hummed around it, the vibration making Jeremy gasp so loudly he clapped a hand over his own mouth.
Max only chuckled again, and it was all lips and tongue and spit and breath and perfection. Jeremy had to touch him, holding Max’s head with both hands, careful not to pull his hair. Having Max’s mouth on him again was everything he’d imagined. His balls were so tight. He wasn’t going to last, but God, he wanted to.
He couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips, and Max choked a bit. “Sorry!” Jeremy hissed, drawing back and releasing Max’s head.