Page 19 of Summer Catch

“Okay?” Jon asked, pulling back a fraction. His chest was rising and falling and Kieran pressed his palm to his back. Then decided what the heck and slipped it underneath the fabric. Feeling Jon shiver, too.

“You touching me? Always okay.”

“I thought this would feel . . .I don’t know . . .weirder. Unnatural, maybe? And yeah, it’s new, but it’s really, really good.”

“For me, too,” Kieran agreed. “But if this is all you wanted to do, that would be fine.”

Jon leaned back a fraction more. “Really? If we made out like this for even ten more minutes, I think I’d just combust. Wouldn’t be able to help it.”

“Oh, there would definitely be combusting happening.” Kieran decided he might as well be as honest as Jon was being. “It’s been awhile for me. And you’re . . .uh . . .pushing pretty much every one of my buttons.”

“Can I push them some more?”

“God, please.”

Jon pushed his T-shirt up, Kieran helping him the rest of the way, and then before he was even done discarding it, Jon’s fingers were at the button of his jeans and he was opening them, like he did this kind of thing all the time.

“Still okay?”

Now that Kieran was looking, okay, his fingers were trembling. But that could be nerves. Or arousal. Or both.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

Jon grinned, sharp in the dim lighting of the room. He shoved his jeans down and stroked him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. Kieran gasped, suddenly and acutely aware that maybe he should have least believed this could happen and worn something a little nicer than one of his old pairs of gray boxer briefs. Sure, he’d imagined it. He’d fantasized about it. But he hadn’t ever assumed that it actually would.

“You gotta tell me what you like,” Jon murmured as he touched him more, stroking and rubbing in a way that had Kieran’s eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “I wanna make you feel amazing.”

“You are. You definitely are.” Kieran moaned a little as he found a particularly good spot, stroking him with more confidence than he’d expected.

“Just thinking of how I’d like to be touched,” Jon said.

That made Kieran realize—he could be doing this too. ’Cause he’d definitely thought a lot about touching Jon, and now he could. Free and clear, no worries and no hesitation.

“God, yeah,” Jon echoed as Kieran got his jeans partially down and even, bonus, his boxer briefs, finally revealing his gorgeous cock. Long and hard and thick; Kieran’s mouth watered at the thought of it. But for now, this would be enough. He began to give him nice slow strokes as Jon tucked his fingers inside his underwear and mirrored his movements.

“Kiss me,” Kieran panted.

They leaned together as close as their moving hands would allow and he tumbled right over the edge as their tongues slid together.

“Goddamn.” Jon’s breathing was harsh as he came down. “Goddamn.”

“Good?”

Jon looked him right in the eye. Kieran had a feeling that what he was about to confess might be groundbreaking. “I’ve never had sex that good,” he said.

Yep. Pretty goddamn groundbreaking.

“It was really good for me too.” Which was true. Was it the best sex he’d ever had? Well, it was certainly up there and considering they’d only given each other awkward handjobs on his sofa, that was saying something.

“Yeah?” Jon’s eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“Anytime you want to do it again, I’m here for it,” Kieran said, keeping his tone light and his gaze serious.

“How about . . .very, very soon?” Jon asked, his eyes lighting up. He eased back and Kieran could see him looking about for something to clean them up with.

“No arguments from me.”

Kieran reached over and grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table, handed it to Jon and then took a few more for himself.

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