Page 58 of Blown

Even taking turns in the shower and running through all the prep that was necessary didn’t kill the mood. Rafe cleaned up first, and while Jake took his time in the bathroom, he turned down the bed and even managed to find a radio station through the telly that played smooth jazz.

He was ready and waiting, naked and resting against the pillows with just a sheet covering him from the waist down, when Jake came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet, which turned Rafe on even more for some reason. The second Jake saw Rafe spread out and waiting, he laughed.

“You look like you’re ready to be photographed for some pin-up calendar,” he said, sliding over to the bed and toying with his towel, like he would whip it away at any moment.

“Pin-ups of the art world?” Rafe suggested, grinning back at him.

“Definitely,” Jake answered with a wink.

He pulled his towel away, and for a moment, Rafe held his breath as he drank in the sight of him. Jake was absolutely beautiful enough to be on some tasteless calendar. His arms were muscled from the work he did with glass but not bulky. His torso was defined with just enough hair for him to run his fingers through. His waist was trim and his thighs strong, and he had the most gorgeous cock and balls Rafe had ever seen.

“Get in here,” Rafe growled, throwing the sheet back to reveal his own erection.

“Yes, sir,” Jake said, practically diving into bed with him.

Their bodies met in an eager tangle of arms and legs. Rafe wanted to touch and taste all of Jake at once, but had to settle for sliding his hands over his sides as he rolled Jake to his back and kissed him. Jake grabbed at his hair and pulled him down for anaggressive kiss in return, blasting nearly every other thought out of Rafe’s head.

“Is this okay,” Rafe asked as he stroked one hand over Jake’s body, between fierce kisses. “It’s not exactly grabbing you in a moment of passion, when you least expect it, and throwing you up against a wall to have my way with you.”

Jake laughed loudly, brushing a hand around Rafe’s face to hold his head. “This is wonderful,” he said. “I don’t need porn-levels of spontaneity and breathless excitement every time.”

Rafe pulled back and stared down at him with mock incredulity. “Are you saying ordinary, pre-planned sex with me doesn’t cause you breathless excitement?”

Jake smiled up at him. “I’m not saying that at all.”

He pulled Rafe down for a kiss that ended any conversation they might have been tempted to have. Rafe was fine with that. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He just wanted to touch and feel, to kiss and grope. He wanted to leave his anxiety and his overthinking behind and just be with Jake.

Jake moaned in appreciation as Rafe continued to kiss him while reaching between them to stroke his cock. The heat between them grew exponentially by the moment, and kissing quickly wasn’t enough.

Rafe shifted to slide his lips down Jake’s neck, feeling the beat of his pulse with his tongue, before making his way down to lick and suck each of Jake’s nipples in turn. Jake threaded his fingers in Rafe’s hair and groaned appreciatively, which spurred Rafe to keep going. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to make Jake feel good as thanks for everything he was trying to do for him or if he wanted to take what he wanted to serve himself. Either motivation had the same endgame.

He continued lower, kissing Jake’s tight belly before pushing Jake’s legs farther apart so he could get a good grip on his balls.He worked them until Jake was gasping, then held the base of his cock so he could lick his way from base to tip.

“God, yes!” Jake gasped as Rafe closed his mouth over the flared tip of his cock, sucking and licking until he could feel the restless tension coiling in Jake.

He loved the way Jake went from cool and confident to jumpy and needy as he bobbed on his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper into his mouth. He added a little spice by gripping Jake’s thighs and holding them firmly down so Jake couldn’t thrust into the feelings Rafe was sure were pulsing through him. That made Jake cry out with pleasure.

“I’m close, I’m close!” he panted and growled.

Rafe immediately pulled back and stretched himself over Jake’s body again to kiss him. Jake moaned and wrapped his arms around Rafe, digging his fingertips into Rafe’s back and arse while their tongues tangled. That alone was enough to have Rafe close to tipping over the edge.

He paused long enough to reach for the bottle of lube he’d put out on the bedside table when Jake was in the shower. “You ready?” he asked showing Jake the bottle.

“Oh, yeah!” Jake panted. He drew his legs up and out, holding his hands under his knees to stretch and rock, opening himself. “Give it to me, baby!”

Rafe laughed, nearly losing the mood. “You’re such a whore.”

“Hey, now,” Jake said teasingly as Rafe popped open the bottle and squirted lube on his fingers. “Some people take offense at that word.”

Rafe froze, staring down at him sheepishly. “Sorry,” he said.

Jake’s grin widened even more. “Fortunately, I’m not one of them,” he said, then rocked to show Rafe his arsehole.

Rafe shook his head, then gave Jake what he was asking for by pushing two lubed fingers into his hole. Jake laughed loudlyat the intrusion, then started panting and moaning as Rafe worked his fingers in and out, warming him up.

So many things about the gesture were utilitarian, but both of them ate it up. Jake gasped and strained into Rafe’s touch, especially when he added a third finger and searched for Jake’s prostate. He knew when he found it by the change in Jake’s sounds.

He could have watched and listened to Jake in the throes of pleasure all day, but if he didn’t get inside Jake soon, he might go mad. He paused for another squirt of lube, slicked his cock, then leaned over Jake, positioning himself, then pushing in.

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