Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

Tripp’s ecstasy filled gaze lifted and met his. His eyes widened comically, and he pushed at the other man’s head as he tried to sit up. “Jayme!”

Mason whipped around, saw Jayme standing there; then jumped to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his head ping ponging between Tripp and Jayme.

“Who’s this guy, Tripp?” Mason asked.

“My roommate,” Tripp answered. “Jayme--“

“What the fuck, man?” Jayme bit out.

“Ooookay. I’m gonna go,” Mason said, starting for the door. “Tripp, call me.”

Tripp didn’t respond as the man walked out the door. Tripp stared at Jayme, who was vibrating with anger and need and longing. Jayme’s fists clenched at his sides, as he stood rooted in his spot at the bottom of the stairs.

Tripp narrowed his eyes at him. He leaned back against the couch and spread his knees wide again. Tripp took his still hard cock in his hand, and started stroking slowly. He used his free hand to shove his jeans down his thighs. All while watching Jayme.

“Guess I’m not getting my blowjob. Might as well finish myself off. You just gonna stand there and watch?” Tripp rumbled, his eyes dark with desire.

“Do you want me to watch?” Jayme croaked.

The smile that curled Tripp’s lips, was sensual and a bit cocky. “Either that or come help me.”

Jayme’s heart skittered. Help? He didn’t think he was ready for that. He only kissed a guy once. He stayed rooted in place while Tripp jerked off in front of him. He watched Tripp’s hand glide up and down his thick shaft, twisting a little when he got to the head. Jayme then realized he was standing there in his boxer/briefs, his own cock hard and pulsing. He reached down and palmed himself through his underwear. He sucked in a sharp breath. He’d love to join Tripp on the couch, but he didn’t know if he should.

“You can come sit,” Tripp said, reading his mind.

He hesitated for a moment before moving toward the other end of the couch. He shoved his underwear down then sat, taking his already leaking cock in his hand. Tripp moved next to him and he turned to find Tripp getting up. He frowned for a moment before he realized Tripp was just kicking out of his jeans and underwear. He shucked his shirt, then a very naked Tripp shocked the hell out of him by straddling his lap.

“Wh--what are you doing?” he choked out.

“You’ll see.”

Tripp spread his legs and lowered himself down so that he could fist both their cocks together. Jayme’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he moaned. Tripp began stroking them together, and Jayme thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He dropped his chin to his chest, so he could watch as their cocks slid against each other in the circle of Tripp’s fist. Both their hips rocked, as their breathing kicked up a notch.

He had no idea it could be like this. He glanced up to find Tripp watching him. Tripp then grasped the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. He moaned and opened his mouth to Tripp, whose tongue darted inside, in search of his. The kiss was devastating and life changing, at least for him. It was rough and demanding, and Tripp was taking what he wanted, and Jayme let him.

His hands found Tripp’s naked hips and clutched them. The feeling of them rolling beneath his grasp did crazy things to him. His orgasm built quickly, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Tripp dragged his lips down to Jayme’s neck, and bit and nipped at the sensitive skin just under his ear. He lost it and he cried out as he came all over Tripp’s hand. Tripp grunted and then moaned, and Jayme could feel Tripp’s cock pulse against his own as he came too.

“Well, that was better then getting off alone,” Tripp quipped.

Jayme snorted.

“Hand me the tissues,” Tripp murmured.

Jayme reached for the side table and grabbed the box of tissues. Tripp took a few and cleaned up his hand as best as he could before climbing to his feet. Jayme couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautifully naked man standing in front of him. Tripp was gorgeously built, all long, and lean, and cut. He watched his muscles shift under his skin as he wiped himself down.

“I can’t believe you brought that guy here.” He huffed.

“His place was too far.”

Jayme snarled. Not liking the thought of Tripp and that guy together.

“You’re not going to see him again, are you?” he asked.

Tripp’s gaze lifted to his. “Depends. Are we done fighting this thing between us?”

He sighed in defeat and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Thank fucking Christ.” Tripp grunted then walked his gloriously naked ass into the kitchen to throw out the tissues.