Page 101 of Diamond Ring
“You sure?” Accompanied by another press of Alex’s fingers.
“Alex, fucking put that inside me or—” He doesn’t finish, because Alex pushes a pillow under his hips, then slicks the toy, the noise of it obscene in the quiet.
It feels larger than it looks, and Jake inhales and tenses and relaxes until it’s inside him. A process that leaves them face to face, Alex’s eyes flicking to his.
“This okay?” Alex asks.
“Turn it on and I’ll let you know.”
He does, fingers tapping a button until the toy hums to life, vibrations made less predictable when Alex adjusts the base, by the drag of his own hard cock along Jake’s hip.
“Yeah?” Alex breathes, and it’s close, intense.
Jake shuts his eyes, briefly overwhelmed, something Alex must take for discomfort because he starts to withdraw the toy but stops when Jake shakes his head. “Yeah.” Jake sounds like he feels: half-melted, on the brink. “More.” A gasp.
Alex doesn’t ask again. He moves, fucking Jake with the toy, a lightning set of sensations that Jake gets lost in. His cock hardens rapidly, a process he ignores just in case until it becomes unignorable. He makes noises, vaguely, distantly, like calling up from a canyon, loud enough that Alex laughs and kisses his cheek.
“Can I touch you?” Alex asks then wraps his still-slick hand around Jake’s cock when he nods.
“Here, let me.” Jake reaches for him, a wash of guilt that he’s lying here focused only on himself.
“I’m good,” Alex whispers. “Take your time.”
“Maybe together?” Jake reaches for him again until they’re chest to chest, wanting Alex’s weight, the pleased assessment of Alex’s gaze like he’s trying to memorize him.
Alex takes them both in hand, working them steadily, determinedly, the rough texture of his calluses, the soft glance of his lips at Jake’s neck, his inhale when Jake starts shaking in earnest, when he can feel his orgasm rise within him like a cresting wave.
“You look...” Alex trails off.
“This what you thought about?”
“You know what you look like.” Said breathlessly, without his usual sarcastic edge.
“Like I’m yours?” Jake asks. Because he is, right at that second, and for the last ten years.
Alex’s eyes flash hot. He nods, emphatically, then rubs his face against Jake’s chest, a declarative scratch of his stubble right where Jake hangs his necklace.
From there, it’s easy, the way falling is easy, for Jake to collapse into his own body, and roll his hips, and let himself do nothing less than feel. He comes out of it a few minutes later, a dizzied return to consciousness, to the reality of Alex lying half on top of him, cock spent and wet in the hollow of Jake’s hip.
“So, yeah,” Jake says, “I think that worked.”
And Alex taps his forehead against his shoulder and laughs.
They lie there for a while, breathing together, Jake drifting. “Thank you,” he says, eventually. “It hasn’t been like that in a while.”
“A while?”
“Possibly ever.”
Alex’s smile goes deep, pleased. “Good.”
“I need to get cleaned up.” Something that doesn’t translate to Jake actually moving, the bathroom distant, the world erased beyond the two of them in this bed.
“I can get you a washcloth,” Alex says.
Jake looks down at himself, the toy still inside him though it got deactivated at some point. “Shower might be better.”
Alex is still on the bed when Jake returns a few minutes later. “You gonna head back to your room?” Alex asks.
