Page 142 of The Waiting Game

So Jonah slipped his fingers between Felix’s cheeks again. It took a little more work to ease two inside but Jonah had fairly thick fingers. He wet his lips as he watched Felix take them. Felix panted through the stretch a little at first but before long he was pushing back eagerly, making soft noises of pleasure.

Jonah allowed himself to pick up speed and dazedly watched his fingers sink into Felix’s body, sliding in easily now.

He rotated his wrist, loving the way Felix’s skin had started to flush, turning pink across his shoulders and creeping down his back. He was lightly sheened with sweat and Jonah felt the overwhelming urge to lick it off him.

So he did, rising to his knees and pressing his lips to Felix’s shoulder blade.

Felix let out a pleased little sound and pressed back. “God, Jo …”

“You’re doing so good,” Jonah murmured. The sticky head of his cock dragged against Felix’s balls. “Want another?”

“Please.”

Jonah sat back to grab more lube.

This time, when Jonah pushed in with three fingers, Felix froze, tightening around him, freezing in place.

Jonah smoothed a hand over his hip. “Need a minute to adjust?”

“Uh, maybe.”

“Want me to play with your dick?” Some guys were into that, some hated it.

“Well, if you insist.” Felix threw another grin over his shoulder and Jonah lightly slapped his thigh.

“You’re the worst.”

“So you keep telling me. But you love me anyway.”

The banter served to relax Felix and when Jonah reached around to play with Felix’s cock, he sighed, tension leaching out of his body.

Jonah’s fingers slid farther into him.

For a little while, Jonah just lightly stroked his cock and played with his balls, but when Felix began thrusting back against his fingers impatiently, Jonah grinned.

“Yeah, you like that?”

Felix just dropped his head and panted.

Jonah twisted his wrist, fucking into Felix, loving the sounds he made now, throaty moans and gasps, and Jonah was suddenly aware of how hard he was as he rubbed against the curve of Felix’s ass.

“Fuck, Jo. That feels so incredible,” Felix murmured. His head hung low between his braced arms and there was more wetness at the tip of Felix’s dick. “Think I’m ready for your cock.”

“Yeah?” Jonah croaked. “Okay. I should grab a condom.”

“Do we need one?” Felix turned his head. “I got tested after I got home from rehab and everything was fine.”

“I mean, I suppose we don’t have to,” Jonah said slowly. “Nothing to worry about with my latest tests either. But uh, with a dick it gets a little messier than a toy …”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Probably better use it then,” Felix agreed. “At least this time. Please tell me you packed some condoms though because I didn’t.”

Jonah nodded. “Yeah, I should have a few leftover from earlier in the season.”

He usually kept a few on hand for hookups or mess-free jerk-off sessions. He’d never dreamed of using them with Felix.

Jonah wiped his fingers on the towel, then rummaged in his bag. He found two packets, tucked in a side pocket, and thank God, they weren’t expired.

When Jonah turned to face the bed again, Felix had shifted so he sat upright, kneeling on the mattress. His cock was flushed and hard, his expression bright and eager.

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