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I place one palm on his thigh, just above his knee, feeling the warmth of him through the denim.
Austin goes very still, but doesn't pull away.
"Jesse..." he says, but there's no conviction behind it. No real protest. Just my name, rough around the edges, like he's not sure he should be saying it.
I slide my hand up slightly. Just an inch. Testing.
He lets out a slow, prolonged exhale, and I watch the tension drain from his facial muscles. His eyes flutter closed for just a moment.
"I'm not trying to fix anything this time," I say quietly. "I promise."
CHAPTER 16
JESSE
AUSTIN TRAPS HIS bottom lip between his teeth before slowly rolling it out, and something about that visual is hypnotic.
Inch by inch, I move my hand up his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under my palm. By the time my hand flattens against his cock, I can feel he's already hard through the denim.
"So what are you trying to do?" he asks.
I enjoy watching his reaction when I press my palm harder against his erection, the way he sucks in a sharp breath like I've stolen all the air from his lungs.
"I'm not big on plans and strategy," I say, fingers already working to map the shape of him through his jeans. "I think I'd rather wing it. If that's okay with you."
Instead of waiting for an answer, I swing one leg over his lap, straddling him. Papers and pens crash to the floor from the coffee table behind me—collateral damage I couldn't care less about. When I settle fully onto Austin's lap and our cocks press together through layers of fabric, we both groan in perfectunison, like we're singing some secret song only we know the melody to.
"I can totally live with that," Austin manages.
I start rolling my hips back and forth, slow at first, testing the friction. It takes exactly three movements for me to get fully hard. There's just something about the sensation of another man's dick against mine—even through clothes—that does things to me I never thought possible. When he places both hands on my waist, squeezing firmly like he's taking ownership of my body, I realize it's not just the sensation. It'shim.
Austin pushes his hips up, pressing against me harder, and yeah, maybe it's both. Because the sensation of cock on cock sure doesn't hurt either.
Who knew?
We find our rhythm now, somewhat awkward and bumpy, but a rhythm nonetheless. Austin's hands grip my waist firmly, and I realize he's guiding my movements now, controlling the pace, the pressure. He clearly knows what he's doing, and for once I don't feel jealous of his experience. Not when I'm the beneficiary of all that practice.
I lean back, the motion pressing our cocks together even harder. I'm fumbling for balance, trying and failing to brace myself on the table behind me, and I'd probably fall backwards if it weren't for Austin's hands keeping me safe. Every now and then my feet bump against the coffee table, sending more items clattering to the floor.
It's cramped as fuck. But I can remedy that.
"I'd like to show you something," I say.
Austin opens his eyes, but not all the way—his lids stay at half-mast as he works his hips up against mine.
"Yeah?" He's already struggling to speak. "Like what?"
"The inside of my bedroom."
He shoots to his feet so fast it's almost comical, somehow managing to get me vertical and stable as well. It's a miracle I don't land ass-first on the table, which wouldn't be so bad—there's barely anything left on it.
"Great." He grins. "I love visiting new places."
I laugh as we somehow squeeze ourselves from between the furniture to an empty patch of floor. Austin's already looking around, searching for the bedroom door. But I won't let him go. Every millimeter of space between us feels like such a waste. I grab the waistband of his jeans and pull our bodies back together. Austin yelps, but before he can comment, my mouth is on his and I'm leading him to my bedroom blindly, backwards, kissing him all the way there.
Using my sixth sense to know we've entered my bedroom, eyes closed and mouth still connected to Austin's, I flick on the small lamp by the door and lead him further into the space. I don't stop kissing him until we're in the middle of the small room.
I break the kiss, both of us panting. I don't remember the last time I've been this turned on.
