Page 54 of Your Pace or Mine
“Shit, Jamie. Your knee?”
Jamie let out a groan. “I’m fine, Darius.”
“Promise,” he asked.
“Scouts honour.”
Darius laughed and kissed him again. “Still, maybe we should take this somewhere less slippery?”
Whatever doubts Jamie had felt about pushing Darius too much, about complicating things, dissolved in that moment. He nodded, smothering a giggle in Darius’s chest before turning off the shower and climbing out, gingerly. They made do with Jamie’s single towel, quickly drying and attempting to wrap it around themselves as they raced back to the bedroom, just in case any stray flatmates had returned during their shower interlude.
Jamie fumbled around in his bedside drawer. He pulled out a massive jar of lube and a box of condoms that he tossed to Darius before stretching out on the bed, willing him not to comment on the obvious bargain buys. “Don’t say a word.”
Darius hummed. “I wasn’t going to. Much better things to do with my mouth,” he replied, crawling next to him and kissing Jamie hard, taking his breath away.
“Tell me what you want,” Darius murmured.
Jamie groaned into Darius’s mouth. “Whatever you want, anything.”
Darius pulled back, his kisses slowing. “Want to make you feel good, Jamie. So tell me, what do you need?”
That wasn’t something Jamie was used to, but if it was his call, then he knew exactly what he wanted.
“Want you to fuck me, Darius.” Jamie gasped as Darius began leaving soft, feathery kisses down his body. “Been thinking about it forever.”
“Fuck, Jamie. I want that so much,” Darius breathed.
“I’m, I’ve been tested and I’m on PrEP,” Jamie offered.
“Same,” Darius replied, kissing Jamie again as he reached for the massive jar of lube. Darius carefully coated his fingers. Even just that small act was so erotic that Jamie could burst. Then he was reaching around Jamie to prepare him, gently prodding his hole at first, as his mouth continued to kiss down his side.
“No teasing,” Jamie moaned, gripping Darius’s length in his hands.
“But Jamie,” Darius grinned wickedly, “teasing you is one of the greatest pleasures in my life right now,” he replied.
Jamie rolled over, burying his head in the pillows as Darius worked him open slowly, his slick fingers stretching and stroking him as he kissed and nipped at the tattoos covering Jamie’s back and thighs, seeming to trace the flowers on his back with his tongue. It wasn’t long before Jamie was a whimpering mess on the bed, grinding desperately down against it as every nerve of his body buzzed with electricity. Darius crooked his fingers just so, causing Jamie to let out a desperate gasp, curling the bedsheets in his grip. Darius’s heavy cock rested on Jamie’s thigh as he toyed with him, one hand moving around to fondle his balls as he continued to open him in a tortuously slow fashion.
“Darius,” Jamie groaned, grabbing for him once again. “Please, I need you,” he practically sobbed.
“Oh, you need me?” Darius asked, his own voice low and husky with need as he slid the condom on.
“Yes,” Jamie moaned as Darius slowly sank into him, stretching and filling him perfectly as he entered him. The bed creaked ominously beneath them, but Jamie ignored it. He was lost in the feeling of Darius.
Darius thrust into him again and again, picking up a rhythm that Jamie desperately tried to match. All Jamie could think about was how this was perfect, exactly what he needed. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, connected so completely.
They changed position, Darius got his hand on Jamie’s cock, stroking him as he moved deep inside him, and Jamie thought he might not last much longer when he caught the dark but tender look in Darius’s eyes.
He reached for any part of him he could grasp, holding his forearms as Darius’s thrusts became erratic. He leaned down, kissing him again and muttering things in his ear that Jamie was nowhere near lucid enough to decipher.
“Jamie, I’m…” He groaned in Jamie’s ear, then he bit into the column of Jamie’s neck as he came. It tipped Jamie over the edge; the last coherent thought he had as his own orgasm took over was that he’d do anything for this man.
Somehow, being with Darius had been so much more all-encompassing. It felt different to anything he’d done before.
Darius’s weight shifted on the bed, and Jamie curled into himself.
That was it then. He was leaving.
Maybe it wasn’t so different after all.
