Page 143 of Hot Streak

Maybe if they hadn’t spent the last few weeks apart, then Jackson could’ve teased him longer, held on harder, but with their confession of love still ringing in his ears and need coursing through his own body, he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Dipping his head down lower, Connor’s dick slid between his lips and he sucked hard. Loving the way it twitched against his tongue, how desperate Connor must be for some relief, but how his hands were still tender on his head. Not rushing. Not forcing. Caressing him, almost, like Connor couldn’t believe he was here again, in this shitty apartment, with the man he loved.

Jackson couldn’t quite believe it either. He wasn’t a fanciful man, but he’d imagined it a time or two or twenty. Hoping it might happen, but never believing that it would.

But the hard length in his mouth and his own erection, pushing hard against the fabric of his underwear, told the truth.

Jackson groaned and went deeper, pressing a palm to his dick, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Above him, Connor groaned.

“Oh God, yes, touch yourself. God, you’re so fucking hot for me, you can’t even stop yourself. Shit, shit, shit,” Connor exhaled with a sharp gasp.

“You’re not gonna come. Not yet.” Jackson’s voice was already rough. He slipped his own underwear down and hissed at his own touch, cool fingers on his hot cock. “I gotta enjoy you a little first.”

Jackson lifted his hand to Connor’s mouth and his eyes went hazy blue as he understood what he wanted. He licked him, teasing and sure, tongue rasping along his fingertips as he got them nice and wet.

They both groaned deep when Jackson finally fisted his own cock again, hand slick from Connor’s mouth.

He didn’t think Connor would last much longer, and he certainly was right on the edge, even though he’d just started touching himself. But he still tried to make it good—for Connor, but for him too.

It was easy for it to be good because it was Connor. All he had to do was look up at him to see him laid out like this, like a fucking wet dream, and his orgasm felt close enough to taste.

“Come on, just a little more,” Connor whispered, his fingers curling into Jackson’s hair. “Suck me, baby.”

Jackson let his cock slip deeper into his mouth, sucking hard on the head, employing every trick that he’d spent the lonely nights of the last few weeks remembering and cataloging as he’d used his own hand to get off.

He’d hoped to be in this position sooner rather than later, and even though it felt like he and Connor hadn’t done this nearly enough, he knew plenty of ways to make his man scream.

Connor liked it especially when he teased him with his tongue, trapped in the warm wet cave of his mouth, tracing his balls with his calloused fingertips.

He heard him groan and then shout and then a minute later he was coming down Jackson’s throat in long pulses, shuddering above him, fingers digging into his skull.

“Shit, God,” Connor bit off. “That was so fucking good.”

Jackson hesitated, balanced on a knife’s edge of coming himself as he finished swallowing Connor’s come.

“Let me see you,” Connor said, leaning over, as his cock slipped from Jackson’s mouth. “Oh yeah, baby, you’re so fucking hard. I love it.”

“Funny,” Jackson said, voice rough from the blowjob and from his own deep arousal, “you didn’t seem that big a fan of dicks, before.”

“Maybe not everyone’s, but yours? Oh, absolutely. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Yeah, touch yourself. Can I—” He didn’t even say the rest before he was already touching Jackson, fingers tracing the swollen head peeking through his fist.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jackson moaned. “Oh shit, just like that.”

And he was coming hard, just the soft touch of Connor’s hand—Connor’s whole fucking existence, frankly—enough to send him over the edge.

“God, I missed that,” Connor said, when they were finally cleaned up, and settled back in bed.

“Yeah?”

“And I missed this, too,” Connor said impudently, giving his shoulder a nudge. “Maybe more, but don’t quote me on that, and definitely don’t listen when I’m begging you to let me come.”

“Next time,” Jackson said, deep satisfaction winding its way through his body. This just felt right, having Connor tucked up next to him. It had never felt this way before but then that made sense . . .he’d never been in love before.

“I’m gonna be remembering the look on your face when you saw me for a very long time,” Connor said in a smug tone. “Like I was the best thing you could ever imagine.”

It was time. Jackson didn’t really relish the idea of confessing his doubt, but he knew he couldn’t keep silent about it either.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming back,” he admitted.

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