Page 41 of The Poster Boy
“Hey, Marek. Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze and was met with such empathy that I thought my chest was going to collapse. I’d never seen such a soft expression on Jay’s face before. It was almost more than I could take.
“I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “What’s next?”
“Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. The only thing that matters now is that you do what I tell you. Okay?”
He nodded, then took a deep breath. He let it out slowly, then closed his eyes. My shoulders dropped, relaxing slightly when he was no longer looking at me. Because it felt like he was doing more than looking at me. Jay had been looking right down into my messed-up head, and he hadn’t run the other way.
Grabbing him by the upper arms, I steered him toward my bed, then pushed him down onto the mattress. He wriggled around, inching his way up toward the pillows, his arms still pinned to his sides with his shirt. The illusion thatit made him helpless had my cock throbbing. In reality, I was no match for him. Yeah, I was fit, but Jay was a force of nature.
He lay motionless for a minute. His chest, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, was the only thing that moved. Yanking my shirt off over my head, I tossed it to the side, not caring about where it went. I got rid of my pants next and kicked them off to the side. I wanted to be naked with him. Skin on skin. I wanted to take my time.
I leaned over him, smoothing my hands over his skin, touching the fabric of his shirt. “Not too tight?”
The corner of Jay’s mouth quirked up. “If it was, I’d do something about it.”
Taking his words at face value, I let my hands wander over his body. God, there was just so much of him. All muscled and solid. Powerful. I’d seen him move on the ice. Plow through people like they weren’t there. And right now he was all mine. Docile and calm. Putty in my hand.
My blunt nails dragged against his skin as I pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants. “Up.”
He arched his back, lifting his hips for me.
“Good boy.”
Jay responded with a sound. Maybe it was a chuckle. “Something funny?” I asked.
“No, just…” He furrowed his brow, but dutifully kept his eyes shut. “Is it weird that I like it?”
“It’s the opposite of weird. Who doesn’t want to be told they’re good? Who doesn’t need to hear it once in a while, that they’re doing okay. That they’re doing the right thing. The thing they’re supposed to be doing.” I snapped my mouth shut as Jay’s cock sprang free of his pants. God, it was a sight. Long and hard and thick. A bead of precum gleamed on the tip.
“Do you ever top, Jay?”
He cracked an eye open and looked at me, started to smirk, then his other eye opened and he raked his gaze over my body.
“Like what you see?”
“Hell, yeah.” The way he looked at me made me want to stand straighter, taller, puff out my chest. I wanted to preen under his attention, but then he let out a sigh and closed his eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Marek, I top. I bottom. I do things that aren’t either of those. Whatever you want.” Jay wriggled as if to get comfortable. “I’m all yours.”
Mine.
I shouldn’t like the sound of that. But I did. Oh, I really fucking did. My cock twitched at the sound of it rolling around in my head, and I finally dragged his sweats the rest of the way off him.
Jay had thick thighs. Powerful muscles that could crack my head like an egg. He could snap me in half with those things. With that in mind, I climbed onto the bed and crawled over him. Straddling his waist, our cocks nestled together like they were meant to fit like that. Like we were made for each other.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some into the palm of my hand. Waiting a second or two for it to warm up, I let my other hand wander. Jay’s abs were rock solid. It was wild to be this close to him. It felt different than our other encounters. The first one frantic, with an undercurrent of animosity. The second one, rushed and quiet. The animosity long gone, and in its place was something I couldn’t name. Friendship maybe.
My brain still whirred at a million miles an hour, and Isucked in a deep breath to try and center myself. Jay lay still and quiet. He didn’t rush, or prod, or question me. He seemed happy to let me set the pace.
He had a pretty cock. It wasn’t that I didn’t bottom. It was that when I did, I still wanted to be in control of it. Certain things worked for me, and I knew what those were. Taking Jay’s cock in hand, I gave it a few long, slow strokes. His lips parted, and he let out a sigh, a moan, a sound of absolute contentment.
Unable to resist any longer, I took both of us in hand. A breath shuddered out of me on that first stroke. The sight of our cocks pressed against each other in the tight channel I’d created had my body screaming for release. I paused only to add more lube, and then I was jerking us harder and faster.
Bracing myself with my hand on Jay’s chest, I leaned forward. God, his mouth was right there. Full lips parted, they glistened, tempting me. The force of my desire for it made me dizzy.
