Page 61 of Your Pace or Mine
Jamie pulled back, sucking hard on just the tip of his cock, and Darius’s vision whited out. He couldn’t hold back. Without even a moment of warning, he was spilling into Jamie’s waiting mouth.
Darius made an aborted sound in the back of his throat as he went to apologise, but Jamie popped off with a self-satisfied grin on his face. Licking his lips, he pulled Darius down to the floor in a filthy kiss. They kissed, tangled together on the floor, until Darius reached for Jamie, intent on returning the favour, but Jamie swatted his hand away.
“Want to come with you inside me,” he whispered as he kissed down the shell of Darius’s ear. Darius’s spent cock stirred at the promise. He wanted that too.
“You’ll have to let me take my time with you then.”
Darius pulled back, pushing himself to standing, then pulling Jamie up after him. He led him through the house in a sort of lust-fuelled daze to the master bedroom on the first floor.
Darius’s room was a pale cream colour. A king-size bed took up the centre of the room with a white linen duvet covering it. His cleaning lady had convinced him ages ago to add a pile of decorative pillows to the bed, which he thought was ridiculous, but she had said it added character. He wasn’t sure why his bedneeded character, but seeing Jamie eyeing it now, he thought maybe she’d made a good call.
Jamie crawled onto the bed, tugging off his jeans and tossing them to the side before burying himself between the pillows. Darius picked the jeans up, folding them neatly and placing them on the dresser, earning a low laugh from Jamie.
Darius removed his own clothes slowly and slid onto the bed next to Jamie. He pulled him towards him, kissing him once on the lips, then down the side of his jaw and over his neck. He traced the floral tattoo he adored so much with his tongue, following its winding pathway from Jamie’s shoulder, down his chest and abdomen. He paused where the tattoo stopped, just below the dip in Jamie’s hip bone, and Jamie let out a low groan.
A bead of precum glistened on the tip of Jamie’s hard cock, and Darius shuffled down to lick it off. He teased him with his tongue for a moment before looking up. He needed him. “Turn over,” he whispered.
Jamie’s eyes were dazed and desperate as he scrambled to flip himself, legs tangling in the down duvet. He huffed as he untangled himself, spreading himself out to Darius like a particularly delicious gift.
Darius placed a gentle kiss in the small of his back before tracing a finger down his crack softly, reverently. He was rewarded with a shiver of anticipation from Jamie.
“So perfect, Jamie.”
His own cock was stirring again, but Darius ignored it as he gently nipped at a pert cheek, spreading them with his hands to reveal Jamie’s quivering hole.
“Darius, please,” Jamie moaned.
He dove in with no hesitation. Jamie’s moans bounced off the walls as Darius feasted, licking and nipping at the puckered flesh. Jamie’s hips wiggled, and it was all the encouragement he needed. Darius hummed, going for gold and pushing his tonguein. Jamie mewled as Darius continued to lap at him, thrusting his tongue in and out desperately.
Jamie let out a strangled sob as Darius pulled back. He was so hard now it ached. Jamie tossed the small bottle of lube that had been sitting on the nightstand at him, nearly beaming him in the head.
“Please, just this,” he stuttered out.
Darius hesitated for a moment. “Jamie, are you sure that’s a choice you want to make in the moment?”
“Darius, I want to feel you, please. I trust you,” he gasped, pressing his hips wantonly into the mattress and grinding against it.
Still, Darius hesitated. It felt intimate. Maybe too intimate.
“Is that ok?” Jamie asked, suddenly quieter, vulnerable. And fuck, Darius wanted this.
“Yeah, fuck yes, Jamie,” Darius replied as he slicked his cock liberally. “Turn around again, though. I want to see you,” he whispered.
The tone in the room had shifted. Darius was acutely aware of every sound for a moment as Jamie shuffled up the bed. The crinkling of the sheets, the beating of his own heart. He crawled over him, and his focus narrowed to the heat between them as he slid slowly inside, overwhelmed by the feeling of Jamie, just Jamie.
That first press felt like heaven. The heat, the pressure, overwhelmed his senses as he pushed inside. Darius pulled Jamie into a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out and stilled for a moment. They kissed languidly, Darius buried deep in the heat of Jamie, dragging himself in and out slowly and smoothly. The control it took was almost driving him mad. Then he shifted the angle ever so slightly, and Jamie gasped wantonly. It sparked a desperate need between them, and then they were off, chasingthe finish line, with no finesse or control as they clung to each other.
When they toppled over the edge in quick succession, Darius pulled Jamie tighter against him, holding still in the afterglow as he slid slowly out. For a moment, he was struck by an undeniable truth: he was never going to be able to let this man go.
Just as the thought struck him, Jamie shifted on the bed, slowly climbing out and making his way to the en-suite to clean up. Darius followed him. Then, as Jamie looked like he might be gathering himself to leave, he grabbed his hand. “Jamie,” Darius spoke softly into his ear. “Stay?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Jamie nodded, sagging into Darius’s arms. They returned to the bed, tossing the messy duvet aside to curl together in Darius’s Egyptian cotton sheets. Darius pulled Jamie close, clinging to him like he could keep them in this moment forever. This already felt like so much more than he’d ever had with anyone else.
But it wasn’t more, it wasn’t real. Jamie had been clear they’d never work.
Even thinking it stung.
Darius felt incredibly rested the next morning, despite the second round of sleepy sex they’d enjoyed in the middle of the night. It was far too early to wake Jamie up, but Darius allowed himself the quiet luxury of pretending the weight of Jamie next to him in bed was his normal, just for a moment.
