Page 15 of Paint Eater
The sun had disappeared, the sky still coloured warmly at the edges. Jay took a bracing breath and tugged at Logan’s sleeve, fingers grazing his bicep. When Logan turned to look at him, Jay scooted back away from the edge. After a slight pause, Logan followed.
When they were far away enough from the top to feel safe, Jay stopped Logan with a hand on the side of his neck. Logan stilled instantly, his eyes finding Jay’s.
Jay licked his lips reflexively. “If I’m doing anything you don’t like or going too fast or whatever, just…say stop.”
Logan frowned, fisting his hand in Jay’s shirt and pulling him forwards so that the first press of their lips was uncoordinated.
Jay huffed out slightly in surprise but closed his eyes, tilting his head so that their lips slotted together. The ease of the other night was gone, however. Logan’s lips were stiff, his shoulders rigid.
Jay pulled away, ignoring Logan’s look of confusion. “Hey,” he said softly.
Logan frowned. “What?” he snapped.
Jay smiled slightly as he pushed him gently. Logan resisted for half a second—instinctively, Jay would bet—before letting himself go.
Jay looked at Logan for a moment as his back hit the roof floor, taking in the open, waiting expression on his face, but had to dip down for a kiss as the want built between them. A press of dry lips, then another. Jay drew Logan’s bottom lip between his teeth slightly and then let go, going no further than that, keeping it as chaste as he could manage.
It wasn’t long until Logan started huffing, pulling Jay down insistently, but Jay resisted until he felt that unnatural tension leave Logan’s body, a surrender. Only then did he give Logan what he wanted, drawing his bottom lip deeper into his mouth before licking inside, a soft, wet stroke against Logan’s tongue.
Jay relished the noise that broke out of Logan, a slight, pleased hum. Jay pressed closer, his body the arch of the sky over Logan, and kissed, and kissed.
Logan’s hands had slipped under Jay’s shirt. They were leaving tracks of ash on his skin, of burnt bone and trembling muscle.
“Fuck,” Jay gasped, pulling away from Logan even though it hurt to do so. “Can I, fuck, can I blow you?”
Logan froze, obviously with surprise this time. “What?” he croaked out.
Jay laughed. “Ireallywant to blow you. If that’s okay with you.”
Logan snapped his mouth shut and nodded. Even though it was too dark to see Logan blush, Jay could see the embarrassment on his face, and the fact delighted him, that the mention of a blowjob could do that to him.
Jay grinned. “Fuck, yeah.”
Maybe next time, when they were on a bed, or at least inside, he’d take his time unwrapping Logan, unravelling him. Now, however, all he wanted was to see Logan, to have him in his mouth. To taste him.
The hard line of Logan’s cock was evident through his jeans, and Jay pressed the ball of his palm there, rubbing until he got to the tip, where he lightened his touch. The groan Logan let out was even better than Jay could have expected, the way he tilted his head back delicious.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jay repeated. “This is gonna be so much fun.”
He undid Logan’s jeans, relishing in the way the zipper strained open practically on its own, Logan was so hard. Logan was wearing dark underwear, of course, and Jay pressed his face against the flat of Logan’s stomach, right above the line of his briefs, biting the hard muscle there as he shifted Logan’s cock so that the head peeked out. Jay could feel Logan panting and shuddering, closing his eyes at the way his body jolted and then clenched as Jay licked at the tip of Logan’s cock before fitting his lips around it and sucking.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck,” Logan was saying above him, making Jay impatient to wring more sounds out of him.
Jay finally jerked Logan’s jeans and briefs down just enough to stuff them under Logan’s balls, keeping Logan’s cock from springing up as he took the head into his mouth. His hands came up to stroke the length of it, and he sat up a bit from between Logan’s legs to enjoy the view.
And, fuck, what a view it was. Logan, sprawled out in the Brooklyn dark, the glow of the city on his panting, writhing form. His shirt rucked up under his armpits, abs straining with each breath. And, holy shit, his dick, long with a fat, dripping head, a thatch of curls at the base.
Jay’s mouth watered. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, using his tongue to cut off any protest Logan might have come up with.
He took Logan’s cock in slowly at first. Tilted his face so the head of Logan’s dick could press against the roof of his mouth, drawing a choked moan from Logan and, even better, his hands buried in Jay’s hair.
He went down gradually so that Logan could feel every inch disappearing into wetness, warmth. He licked methodically at the underside of Logan’s cock, pressing the tip and then the flat of his tongue, relaxing his body so that, before he knew it, his airway was cut off and Logan was in his throat.
Jay had fucked some dude he’d met on Tinder about a year ago for a few months, and he’d gotten pretty damn good at cock-sucking. He’d always had a thing for having someone come apart like that, from Jay swallowing them down. There was even something about deep-throating, about the way it made him dizzy and focused, that did it for him.
Logan’s hands tightened in Jay’s hair. He didn’t push or pull or guide Jay in any way, just gripped tight as if he couldn’t help himself—and maybe he couldn’t. He was obviously trying to hold himself back; Jay could feel the tremor in his hips, which he appreciated. He wanted Logan to fall apart athispace.
When Jay was sure his gag reflex had been habituated into submission, he set a steady pace. When he’d first started giving blowjobs—literally a few months ago—he’d thought that faster was better, and he’d been quickly disabused of that notion. Instead, he let every movement count, bobbing his chin slightly so that he was a wave upon Logan’s senses, a tide that dragged out only to flood in again.
