Page 23 of Sweet

“What do you want?”

He doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that and starts stickering jam jars.

“It’s okay not to know. We can always just… hangout and whatever happens, happens.”

Jess scoffs and finally looks over at me.

“What?” I ask.

“I have shit to do on Sunday,” he mutters.

“Fine. Sleep over tonight. We’re both going to the same place in the morning, anyway.”

Jess stays quiet for a minute while stickering, and I’ve already accepted he’s going to tell me to fuck off when he turns to me and smirks. “Are you going to buy me dinner?”

“Anything for you.” And I smile back.

“Okay.” He goes back to stickering.

I turn to check one more time if the store is empty, which it is. We’re in the very back anyway, and we’ll hear anyone coming before they even see us. I sneak over to where he’s standing and wrap my arms around him from behind in a hug. Jess stops what he’s doing and stays frozen in place until I kiss his neck. I should probably get back to work and he’s going to tell me exactly that.

Nope.

He whips around to face me and kisses me with the sort of ferocity I didn’t think he was capable of. He almost backs me into some produce with the way he leans into me. Hot damn. It’s going to be a long final hour of our shift.

Nothing lasts forever, thankfully.

We close up, Jess comes home with me, and we’re all over each other within minutes. My front door closes, and somehow my pants are coming off before my shoes. We’re still in the entryway and haven’t even set foot in my living room yet.

Jess sinks to his knees in front of me, looking up at me with that wide-eyed expression of his.

“Are you seriously going to blow me right here?”

Yes, he is. And actions speak louder than words. He swallows down my cock without any hesitation and it quickly becomesapparent he’s determined to finish me right here and now. That doesn’t exactly factor into my plans for the evening, but after being horny for close to an hour, I don’t have much willpower left. The hot, wet mouth of my best friend offers too much temptation. His eyes flick up to mine once I’m close and he doesn’t allow me to have second thoughts. He has me backed up against the wall and seconds later I’m coming and he’s swallowing down every last drop.

I let my head tip back against the wall while my breathing returns to normal. “Fucking hell, Jess.”

He’s smiling at me from the floor still when I peek at him. “You still buying me dinner?”

“Didn’t you just eat?” He makes a face and I can’t help laughing. “I’m only kidding.”

The rest of the evening turns out nice but feels very coupley. We order in and eat our dinner while watching television on the couch, where we finish our evening snuggling. We shouldn’t stay up much later when we have to be on the road early tomorrow. When the current episode we’re on ends, we head off to my room and crawl into bed. I can almost see myself doing this on repeat. It’s not bad, but something still feels either misplaced or missing altogether.

Even though we should really go to bed, my dick disagrees. I messaged Cas earlier to let him know I won’t be able to call, and he seemed okay with that, but… maybe I have a harder time breaking routines than most people. We’ve already gotten comfy under the weighted blanket, but I roll over to Jess for a kiss anyway, then end up crawling on top of him. Jess responds with a breathy sigh, thrusting upward against me. He’s already hard, and the friction makes my cock beg for more.

As soon as I move to yank my underwear down my legs, Jess says, “We don’t have time for a shower and all that.”

“We’ll make time,” I mutter back.

Maybe he has another argument, but that gets cut off quickly. The second my hand dips down to touch the outline of his hard cock, his breathing picks up rapidly. He starts pulling his underwear down himself and I’m more than happy to help. When he moves against me this time, his shaky gasps only stop when I lean forward for another kiss.

Once again, I can almost see myself doing this for real. Falling in love with Jess. Being together. Having a future. Almost—but not quite. Not yet.

When I start to pull away to get on my knees, Jess tries to drag me back to him. Tries and fails. Which I can understand, since I typically only want sex with as little distance as physically possible from the other person.

I keep a hold on his thigh while I swipe my cock back and forth across his hole, spreading precum. His skin shivers beneath my hand and he pants as if he’s been running.

“You… better… not…” Then the rest of the sentence never comes.

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