Page 83 of Diamond Ring
They kiss, Alex lying on top of him, palm cradling his head. A slow, thorough kind of kiss, punctuated by a roll of Alex’s hips, a moan when Jake interjects his hand between them to press the point of a nipple.
Jake’s chain is caught between them, pendant against his skin, a welcome discomfort, especially when Alex moves down his body and sits back on his heels, palming himself a little absently.
Alex nods to the toy still sitting on the bedsheets. “Tomorrow, I want to watch you use that.”
Tomorrow. A word Jake rolls around, relishes. That he can go out and pitch, then they can fall into bed together. Something thrilling and slightly terrifying. “What about now?” he asks.
“Turn over.”
Jake does, rolling onto his belly, face tipped to the side on the pillow. Alex grabs the lube, then encourages him up on his knees. The sound of the cap opening, the thump of it abandoned again. Alex’s hands, the press of his fingers, then his mouth at Jake’s spine, descending, a few strokes of tongue.
“Condom or no condom?” Alex asks.
Jake generally prefers them, if only to save himself some of the hassle of cleanup. “Up to you.”
A tap of Alex’s hand at his hip. “Doesn’t work like that.”
“Then no condom.”
Alex kisses him on the center of his back, a kiss accompanied by a push of his slicked fingers. He pulls back for a second. A noise like a hardhin his throat, and the warm drip of his saliva, followed by another casual rub of his hand, like he’s writing his name on Jake’s body.
“I’m good,” Jake says when his cock goes half-hard, when the pressure of Alex’s fingers renders him half-melted into the bedding.
“You sure?” Though Alex crooks his fingers a little, a deliberate tease, followed by the wet noise of him slicking himself, the drag of his hand at Jake’s hip. The draped weight of him across Jake’s back as he presses inside.
Alex isn’t loud, exactly, his voice dissolving into Jake’s neck, into a kiss that spans either side of Jake’s necklace. “This okay?” he breathes.
“Could you hold me down?” If Jake wasn’t already flushed, he’d go red at that, even if the response he gets is a stutter of Alex’s hips and another kiss applied to the side of his mouth, before he’s casually repositioned, chest pressed to the sheets and Alex’s hand splayed to keep him there. Easy then, to not worry about anything but his body’s response. About how good this feels, Alex, close, the warm puffs of his breath, the dig of his fingertips, the thrust of his body.
Jake knows he’s not being quiet—loud enough to be heard in the next room, in the unsleeping streets around them. He inches away, mostly to see if Alex will hold him further, which he does, hand insistent between Jake’s shoulder blades.
“I’m gonna come,” Alex says, minutes or hours or years later, when time has gone as liquid as Jake feels. He says it like he’s asking permission, and maybe he is.
Jake turns slightly, face a mash against the pillow. “Inside me, okay?”
A brief kiss to the back of his neck, and the urgency of Alex’s hips, a long punched-out noise and a collapse, Alex on top of him like he’s keeping him from floating away.
They roll apart from each other, Jake getting as far as a few inches. Alex promised to mess him up, something he feels now—come, lube, spit, a few fingertip marks that will possibly bruise. Ones he’ll wear tomorrow like his necklace.
“I need to go clean up,” Jakes says but doesn’t move, and Alex shakes his head, faintly, looking at him as if Jake’s done something more wondrous than just lie there.
A quick kiss to his cheek, something both thoughtless and tender, then Alex offers his hand. “C’mon, I can hear you thinking.”
Jake gets up, cleans up, waits as Alex does the same. “The bed’s kind of a wreck,” Jake says, and Alex looks unbearably smug at that.
“Good thing I have a spare one in my room.”
Which would mean pulling clothes on and walking the few hundred feet down the hallway. Where their teammates might be. Reality, like a splash of cold water.
“Unless...” Alex adds. His shoulders are inching toward his ears.
“You go. I’ll wait three minutes then knock.”
Alex looks apprehensive—but less so when Jake kisses him and says, “Text me when you get there”—and he pulls on his clothes then leaves with a slow dawn of a smile.
Chapter Twenty
June
