Page 16 of Paint Eater
Logan pressed his knees together slightly, cradling Jay’s head between his thighs, and Jay sucked at the tip of Logan’s cock as he jerked him off with one hand, the other pressing against his perineum.
Logan moaned, loud and sudden, a cracking sound like approaching thunder, and Jay, knowing what was about to happen, took Logan in his mouth fully so that the spurt of come hit deep, throat squeezing around Logan’s twitching cock, licking every last drop up as Logan squirmed and pulled at his hair once it became too much.
Jay pulled away eventually, Logan’s body going limp under him as Jay rested his forehead on Logan’s sweat-damp stomach.
Jay’s cock was straining in his jeans, and yet there was only an overheated sense of satisfaction coursing through him.
This wasLogan. Logan that was trying to catch his breath under the night sky, that had a hand still buried in Jay’s hair, fingers stroking him gently.
Eventually, when he had to move, he shifted upwards, looking at Logan watching him back, eyes intense, expression unguarded but sober. Jay hovered for a moment above his lips, waiting to see if Logan was one of those people squicked out by the taste of their own come, but Logan leaned up into the kiss himself.
Fuck, it felt so good to kiss him. Jay’s throat was raw, his thoughts still dizzy and spiralling. He swept his tongue against Logan’s languidly, drinking in the slow, satiated pace of their mouths.
Jay let Logan pull away after a while without protest. Logan looked at him for a moment, and then at his body, which was held millimetres above Logan’s own.
“Sit up,” Logan said, and Jay went to get off him, but Logan corrected him, grabbing Jay’s hips and pulling until Jay was sitting on Logan’s chest.
Logan’s expression was intent as he undid the button of Jay’s jeans, undoing the zipper and dragging both pants and underwear down to the crease under his ass, Jay kneeling up long enough to be of help.
Jay couldn’t help but take himself in hand as his cock met the open air, stroking himselffinallyafter his pleasure had been contained for so long.
Logan just stared for a moment. Jay didn’t know whether to feel smug or embarrassed at the laser focus of that look. Jay knew he was bigger than average, thicker, too, maybe a little intimidatingly so for some.
Logan, however, did not look intimidated. He pushed Jay’s hand away and replaced it with his own, fingers squeezing and stroking.
Jay shut his eyes, tilting his head back. “Fuck,” he groaned. It was almost too much—not the touch itself, which was pretty tame, but the look in Logan’s eyes, the determination and want on his face. That Jay was sitting on his chest, pressing him down. That it wasLogan. That this was finally happening.
Logan was methodical about the hand job. Not slow or fast, but a Goldilocks middle that was so fucking perfect Jay could barely stand it. Logan would sweep the pad of his thumb across the slit of Jay’s cock before pressing it to the underside, right there, where the nerves bundled up and sent electricity through the core of him.
“Move up,” Logan instructed. For a moment, Jay had no idea what Logan was talking about, too dazed to think, but then Logan was pressing on the small of his back so that Jay scooted closer until his knees were under Logan’s armpits.
Without preamble, Logan lowered Jay’s cock and started suckling on the tip.
A jolt went through Jay, so strong that it made him twitch. “Holyfuck,” he cursed, arching so that he was a cradle over Logan, hands planted above his head.
The pace picked up then, turning brutal as Logan jerked him off with the head of Jay’s cock in his mouth, lapping and teasing at it until every single thought in Jay’s head had splintered, leaving only a blinding awareness of his own body, of its straining muscles, his shivering thighs, of Logan underneath him, at the sounds he was making, that obscene, wet sound of cock-sucking.
“Fuck, Logan, Logan, I’m gonna—”
That and a few more seconds was all he could manage as a warning before he was coming in a devastating wave of pleasure. He strained with it, come coating the inside of Logan’s mouth as he kept sucking and stroking until Jay was jerking away at the overstimulation.
“Fuck, Jesus. Fuck,” Jay panted. Logan’s hand was still around his cock, just squeezing slightly, making Jay moan until that, too, he had to move away from.
He had enough sense to tuck them both in before Jay sprawled over Logan, who grunted but didn’t protest the weight that had been suddenly bestowed upon him.
Jay smushed his nose into Logan’s neck, realising suddenly how sore his knees were from being crushed into the floor. “Is your back sore?” he mumbled, stroking the side of Logan’s face absentmindedly.
“No,” Logan replied. His hands had come up to rest behind Jay in a simile of a hug.
“Liar,” Jay said but didn’t move either. Hot and uncomfortable as he was, there was nowhere else he wanted to be. “First time giving a blowjob on a roof, gotta say.”
Logan hummed noncommittally, prompting Jay to lean up on his elbows to look at his face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve gotten a blowjob under the stars before.”
Logan snorted. “What stars?”
Jay glanced up for a moment at the decidedly starless sky. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten a blowjob under the polluted night sky before,” he amended.
