Page 60 of Wild Fixation
Those screaming crowds will never know what they’re missing.
I drive my hips up, spurred on by the knowledge that this part of him is all mine, that no matter what happens in public, this piece of him will always only be for me. We may never get to live an entirely private life, but I can deal with that in exchange for these precious glimpses of him.
“Oh, Seth. Oh, Seth,” he moans into my mouth.
I keep pounding. My hand is trapped between us, but I move it as much as I can, bringing him to the edge. He tries to kiss me, but it results mostly in licking and biting and shouting into my mouth. I don’t mind, not one bit. It only makes me jerk my hips harder as I tangle my hand in his beautiful hair to hold him against my lips.
He crests with my name spilling from his mouth like wine, getting me drunk off the sound as it flows into my belly. Jacob spills hot over my hand, painting our chests. My eyes finally snap shut as I drive one last time into him, emptying inside him until my eyes are rolling back in my head.
Jacob slumps against me when the waves pass. My ragged breaths press my chest harder against him, my hand still trapped between us. My cock softens, but Jacob doesn’t bother taking it out of himself.
“Fuck, what time is it?” he groans.
“Mmm,” I grumble.
Then recognition dawns. I force my eyes open and crane my head to search for a phone. By releasing Jacob’s hair, I can barely reach my phone, discarded on the bed. We were supposed to come in here and get dressed, but instead all the clothes came off, and we didn’t even get my phone and glasses and pants out of the way before Jacob was on me. I hope the glasses are intact, but I’ll worry about them later. I tap at the phone screen until it responds, the time blaring at me like an accusation.
“Shit,” I hiss.
We scramble into action, as much as we don’t want to. Limp limbs suddenly surge back to functionality as we climb off each other and the bed. We throw ourselves into Jacob’s shower, a dangerous proposition, especially when Jacob starts cleaning the cum off my chest with his mouth instead of the body wash. I have to all but shove him away before we get too excited again.
“No fun,” he grumbles.
“They’ll be here soon. They might be here already,” I say.
“They’re adults. They can deal.”
“No, Jacob. They’re your friends. Don’t be rude.”
He pouts, but relents, letting me wash off using things other than his tongue.
Somehow, we clean ourselves up, and even tidy the wreckage of our clothing out of the bedroom. We dress in clean things, me in my usual all-black ensemble (with my glasses fortunately still in one piece), but Jacob in a loose, baggy T-shirt that I startle to realize is mine.
“You’re really dressing like that?” I say.
He shrugs, the shirt slipping partially off one shoulder. “Why not? I’m going to be walking funny all night from you. It’s not like people won’t know.”
Despite what we just did, a flush hits my face. I clear my throat and try to brush aside the image of Jacob continuing to feel me inside him for the rest of the night, but God damn, he does not make it easy. He saunters past me in that baggy T-shirt, his jeans poking out beneath it, and I follow like a puppy pulled along on a leash.
I head to the kitchen, a place that usually helps center me. I was going to do some homemade pizzas for this, but I haven’t even turned on the oven when the first knock sounds.
“We made it just in time,” Jacob says with a wicked grin.
I lower my head and focus on getting the oven heated up and gathering the supplies for the pizzas.
Keannen and Tim are first, arriving as a couple. Keannen saunters into the kitchen after shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it haphazardly onto the couch.
“Looks like you didn’t have much time to get the pizza started,” he says, his tone laden with implication.
“It won’t take long,” I reply mildly. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.
He shrugs, digging through Jacob’s refrigerator shamelessly. He places a six-pack inside it, but takes out a bowl of grapes that he carries to the couch. When he flops onto the cushions, his boyfriend Tim sits beside him. Keannen starts feeding him grapes, teasing Tim when one misses and they have to dig through the cushions for it.
The others soon arrive, Shawn and Levi and Dan. Shawn seems agitated, but he won’t say why, and no one pries. He’s not the type of person you push that way. He’ll talk when he’s ready, but he has been acting a bit strange ever since that fan meet and greet. Maybe it was a stressful situation for him after what happened to Jacob, but Jacob seems to believe it’s something else, something about a fan. I asked in private if it’s a situation I should take care of, but Jacob said no, that Shawn would hate that. Still, I intend to keep my eye on it. I’m not going to let anything happen to these guys, and not simply because they miraculously got me my job back. I’ve come to care about them, all of them, and they need someone watching their backs during this truly insane period of their lives.
The oven beeps, which is perfect because I just got sauce and cheese onto seven personal pizzas.
“Come decide your toppings,” I call.
