Page 43 of Paint Eater
“Okay,” Jay encouraged, voice low. “Now try on your own.”
Logan did as asked, and this time he managed to do it without coughing, staring at Jay before pulling him in and parting his lips an inch away from Jay’s, sharing hot breath between them again, so slow and sweet it was almost unbearable.
“Fuck,” Jay said when he could breathe again.
Logan felt his face twitch, amused and wanting. Jay skated his fingers against Logan’s neck, as much a phantom as the smoke lingering in their lungs. Logan closed his eyes, swaying for a moment.
They smoked like that, sharing each hit, plumes collecting around them despite the open window.
The world began to haze, and Jay put the rest of the blunt on the ashtray, moving it to the bedside table.
“My mouth,” Logan complained, and Jay passed him the canteen. Water had never tasted as sweet as it did then, wetting the cotton gumming up his tongue and teeth.
Logan lay down as Jay drank, closing his eyes. His thoughts were tendrils of smoke. As soon as one drifted up, it was blown away, leaving only his body and the way it was pixelating, dot by dot of it disappearing into space.
When Jay straddled him, the pressure itself was amazing. The kiss that followed was the holiest thing he’d ever experienced. His body, slow and uncoordinated, belonged to Jay. His tongue was Jay’s tongue, his lips Jay’s lips. The hands on his hips sank right through the syrup of him, making him shiver.
“Fuck,” Logan moaned, pressing up, cock hard and sliding against Jay’s.
“Look at you. Fuck, look at you. I’m gonna take you apart.”
Logan’s whole body was a yearning heat. He shook, straining towards Jay, watching their pixels join, some digitised version of want, blurry and incoherent.
“Jay,” Logan pleaded, and they were kissing again, open-mouthed and sloppy. Logan had never been so desperately turned-on in his life.
“Fuck, baby,” Jay moaned, and Logan gasped, the endearment a hot touch inside his chest. “That’s it. You like that, huh?”
‘No,’he wanted to say, and ‘Yes,’ and ‘It hurts,’ because anything that good had to hurt.
Jay’s hands slipped under his shirt, hot skin touching hot skin. Logan shuddered, tilting his head back as he felt lips on his throat, like an animal, baring his belly and throat, giving himself up completely.
“Fuck, just—” Logan pulled at Jay’s shirt, at his pants, needing more of him.
Jay huffed against Logan’s neck but pulled away, and Logan got to watch as Jay’s hips were revealed, his torso, the twin shadows of his dark nipples. Got to watch as Jay lifted himself on his knees and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down.
“Fuck,” Logan repeated as Jay’s cock was revealed, half-hard, dark and thick.
Logan’s mouth was dry again. He wanted so badly to lean forwards and lick the damp tip, so he did, clutching Jay’s now bare ass and sucking greedily on the head of his cock.
Jay jolted, grabbing the headboard and cursing loudly. All Logan could do was moan around him, warm and heavy and growing harder in his mouth.
Logan had to pull away after only a few seconds, though. “Water,” he said. Fuck, his mouth was dry as hell.
Jay let out a strangled laugh, getting off Logan to pull his jeans, underwear, and socks off, grabbing the canteen and passing it to Logan. He took it gratefully, groaning at the relief of water filling his mouth.
“Jesus, Logan. You’re killing me,” Jay muttered.
Logan turned to look at him, confused, stilling at the sight of Jay’s dark eyes swallowing him whole. The water had rushed through and cleaned him of thought. Jay was like a symphony of cymbals and bells in his head.
When Logan finished drinking, Jay took the bottle from his hands, placing it on the desk and turning back. His hands were gentle as he started stripping Logan of clothes with a care that was foreign in his life.
Logan swore he could feel the sparks bouncing off his skin as Jay’s fingers brushed against him, a sparkler crackling in the summer air, leaving traces of light and heat.
Logan felt stripped of all armour as his shirt was taken, his jeans, his socks, his boxers. The cool air, pushed around by the fan that whirled just a few feet away, made him shiver and want.
“Please,” he whispered when Jay paused to just look at him.
“Yeah,” Jay replied, and then Logan’s knees were being pushed apart and Jay was between them, their bodies sliding together as Jay kissed him again.
