Marcus heard Jamie’s speech like they were inside a tunnel, the words echoing and sounding almost unreal. Dreamlike. It wasn’t a dream, though. Jamie Prince was really dropping to his knees in front of him. Marcus’s knees gave out and he crashed backward into a dresser, rattling the cologne bottles and picture frames on top. Jamie didn’t laugh at him, though. No, his mouth was too busy closing around the head of Marcus’s cock, his tongue taking a lap around the smooth helmet, tucking into the underside of that ridge with a moan and rubbing, rubbing with the tip of his tongue until Marcus had to grab on to the base of his dick and pull out of Jamie’s mouth.
“Jamie, Jamie, please,” he panted. “I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Jamie’s expression was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Patient. Yet extremely turned on. His eyes were glassy, cheekbones flushed, lips parted. Keeping his attention on Marcus’s face, he leaned in and placed a kiss in the center of his happy trail. “We have all night.” His teeth scraped across Marcus’s belly, causing a muscle convulsion in the lowest parts of his stomach. “If you come in my mouth now, that just means you’ll be able to fuck me longer later.”
“Oh my God,” Marcus wheezed. “You just said that. To me.”
Jamie’s upper lip curled. “Nobody loses here, okay? And nothing between us is embarrassing.” His tongue drew lazy circles around Marcus’s belly button. “Unless you knock yourself out with a bottle.”
“Yeah,” Marcus rasped. “Pretty stoked right about now that I didn’t do that—” His words broke off into a moan as Jamie’s mouth sank down, down—all the fucking way down—on his cock. “Jesus. Jesus.”
There was nothing pretty about the way Jamie sucked him off and Marcus loved it. Love didn’t even begin to cover his appreciation when Jamie choked and pulled back, letting Marcus’s length go with a smack of his lips. Then, mother of everything holy, Jamie spit on his cock to make it slippery and dove in for more, taking Marcus to the back of his throat, eyes shut so tight, enjoyment written on every inch of his face. Marcus’s thighs shook, hoarse groans rising up from deep down in his chest, one after the other. Pleasure twined around the bottom of his spine like barbed wire, constricting, constricting, and words left his mouth without stopping by his brain first for permission to exit.
“Goddammit, Jamie, you make my dick hurt so bad. It hurts all the time and fuck, oh fuck that’s so good. Don’t stop, babe. Yes. Right there. Right there.” He pumped his hips in an increasingly fast tempo, moaning at the ceiling when Jamie accommodated every inch of him. “I’ve wanted to fuck that fucking mouth since I saw you three summers ago and you know it. You make me obsessed. You make me crazy.”
His mind hitched with worry when he heard the echo of his own words. Had he said too much? But Jamie only drew harder on his cock, jerking down Marcus’s jeans to his knees and reaching around to grip his bare ass cheeks. Until he had Jamie’s hands marking their territory with rough, molding squeezes of his backside, Marcus hadn’t been aware how badly he needed Jamie to touch him there.
“Please,” Marcus whispered.
Jamie paused his blowjob from heaven long enough to sink his middle finger into his own mouth. He continued to lick up and down the underside of Marcus’s shaft while letting his finger travel lightly along the split of Marcus’s ass. “This is what I think about,” Jamie said thickly. “Maybe it makes me sick, but I’ve wanted you to beg for my finger here. Wanted to watch you struggle against how much you need your ass filled. Wanted to watch you come as soon as I get knuckle-deep even though you’re trying so hard not to.”
The slick pad of Jamie’s middle finger brushed over the pucker of Marcus’s back entrance. At the same time, Jamie deep-throated his cock and there was no preparing for the onslaught of sensations coming from all sides. And more than his body responded to Jamie touching him there. Something clicked in his head, like a math equation finally making sense. A really sexy fucking math equation. That finger slid over his asshole again and the pressure in Marcus’s balls became unbearable, almost too heavy to hold back.
“Jamie,” he growled, his fingers twisting in Jamie’s hair. “Please.”
What was he asking for? Marcus could barely think straight, the pleasure being fed to his body was so intense. So long overdue. But somehow a thought pierced the lust crowding his brain. What if this was the only night he ever got to spend with Jamie? Nothing had changed. Marcus still wasn’t ready to come out and Jamie still needed to live life on his own terms. Out and proud. Tomorrow morning would come, the sun would rise and Jamie might view tonight as a bad decision. Or a one-time thing.