Jason smiled, shook his head a little, opened his mouth to say—something, who knows what—but Sam slid his arm beneath his shoulders and rolled him over against him.
“Come here, you.” Sam planted a warm, moist kiss on Jason’s startled mouth. Jason smiled, bumped his nose against Sam’s. Fluttered his eyelashes against Sam’s eyelids.
“Mmm…morning…”
“Morning.” Sam’s big hand moved between Jason’s legs to cup his balls, and Jason pushed into his touch with an encouraging murmur. His cock stirred, and he closed his eyes, savoring the leisurely caress. Sam’s mouth brushed his again, nuzzling, his tongue pushing against Jason’s lips, and Jason opened to the deeper kiss.
One of the things that had initially surprised him about Sam was the fact that Sam took nothing for granted in bed, equally at ease giving or receiving, but this morning Sam was all sexy aggression and classic male dominance, and it felt good. It felt great.
Sam lightly tickled Jason between his balls, chuckling when Jason squirmed and gasped. He trailed his fingertips to the opening between Jason’s ass cheeks and ran a teasing finger across the sensitive opening of Jason’s anus. Jason gulped. No matter how many times they did this, it still felt extremely…personal.
Sam reclaimed Jason’s mouth. Jason could taste the words. “You like that?”
Jason swallowed, nodded, because yes, of course. Invasion of space or not, it felt so good. Physical sensation, for sure, but also the emotional satisfaction of knowing every inch of him was appreciated, attention-worthy.
“Hmm?” Sam queried, gentle, teasing.
“Touch me there,” Jason whispered, closing his eyes, concentrating solely on the shivery sensations Sam’s contact aroused. So delicate, so discerning… He could feel the tiny scratch of Sam’s fingernail. Hell, he could almost feel Sam’s fingerprint. His cock hardened, shifted to nudge Sam’s own full and fleshy erection.
“Where?” Sam teased. His fingertip pressed against the resistance of quivering muscle, pressed a little harder. “Here? Or what about here?” As Jason shuddered and gasped, Sam’s voice deepened. “Yeah? Oh, you like that… How about here…” A lot of talking from Sam, who was usually so silent, so grave during sex.
A bird was singing outside the window. The bed smelled of flannel sheets and the musky scent of precome. How lovely to know there was no rush. No hurry. They could take all the time they needed.
Jason moaned and whimpered and whispered in response to the delicious, naughty things Sam was doing to him. “Oh God, that. Do that again. Feels so good. Don’t stop. Oh, God, Sam.”
He knew his lack of inhibition amused Sam a little, but it turned him on too—what wasn’t to like about having your efforts acknowledged and appreciated?—and that turned Jason on as well. As if Jason wasn’t already turned on enough.
“You want me to fuck you?” Sam muttered through another of those rough, wet kisses, and Jason moaned and nodded frantically.
“Yes. God. Yes. Do it. Fuck me.”
Sam gave a funny, breathless laugh. “Christ, West, you’re— I love you.”
And then he got up and went into the bathroom.
“Uh, was it something I said?” Jason asked after a moment. He raised his head from the pillow.
Sam returned wearing a big grin and a bigger erection. He held up a tube.
Jason’s gaze moved from Sam’s engorged cock to the tube. “Oh, right. Yes—”
Sam pounced and turned necessary preparation into pleasurable foreplay that left Jason hot and breathless and pleading with his body in small, restless arches and humps.
“Go on, tell me what you want,” Sam urged hoarsely. “I like to hear it. I like it when you say it.”
“Jesus, Kennedy. Are we going to actually do this because I think I’m gonna come—” His breath caught raggedly as Sam grabbed him beneath the waist, sweeping him up and over—Jesus Christ, he was strong—so that Jason was straddling Sam’s hips, astonishingly, exquisitely impaled on that massive cock.
Jason whimpered, panted, gazing into Sam’s eyes as Sam watched him, waiting for him to catch up. “You’re beautiful,” Sam told him. “You really are…beautiful.”
Jason’s muscles relaxed, his body accepting the challenge as it always did. He took a couple of deep breaths, steadied, even gave a little impatient wriggle. Sam smiled up at him. There was humor in that smile, and something else. Something harder to read. Satisfaction? Possessiveness? A little of both?
“Up-and-com
ing Special Agent Jason West,” Sam teased softly.
Jason gave a shaky laugh. He didn’t mind the teasing. Not when Sam said it in that voice. Not when Sam looked at him with that expression. He closed his eyes and began to move, rocking his hips, silently urging Sam to take him, and Sam obliged, thrusting into Jason with strong, steady surges. Jason rolled into that rhythm, losing himself in shattering, overwhelming sensation as the head of Sam’s cock grazed across the swollen gland of his prostate.
He cried out. “Good. So Good. Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me.” He leaned back, shifting angle so he could be more deeply, satisfyingly penetrated.