Page 73 of After the Siren
‘Guess we’ll have to find something else to do.’
‘Oh yeah?’ Stavs’ hands moved like he’d thought about reaching for Jake’s hips and then changed his mind.
‘Any ideas?’
‘A couple.’ Stavs leaned in and Jake gave in to temptation and tipped his face up for a kiss. Stavs’ hands went to Jake’s waist right away, tugging him in.
The way Stavs kissed wasn’t fair. His lips were warm and gentle, almost teasing, until he reached a hand to Jake’s face to tilt it just how he wanted it. Then the kiss turned hard andhungry, Stavs’ hands under Jake’s jacket, sliding around to snug in the small of his back and pull him even closer.
It was almost enough to make Jake forget what he’d decided in the car. Things had gotten a bit intense last time and Stavs had freaked out. The solution was obviously drawing a bright line between the zones ofwe’re friendsandDTF.Less kissing, less staring tenderly into one another’s eyes.
Jake broke the kiss, feeling a little unsteady. Lucky his hands were on Stavs’ shoulders already. He wasn’t getting weak at the fucking knees after a bit of kissing up against a door, he was just tired from the game.
He slid his hands under the hem of Stavs’ skivvy, Stavs’ skin warm under his fingers. ‘Do you even have a Nintendo?’
Stavs huffed out a laugh. ‘No.’
Jake sighed. ‘Guess I’m leaving then.’
Stavs’ hands skimmed down Jake’s back to his ass. ‘You sure?’
Jake slid one of his hands down and over the front of Stavs’ trackies. ‘I mean, if you let me play —’
Stavs pressed a hand over Jake’s mouth. ‘If you make a joystick joke, I’ll throw you out.’
Jake widened his eyes, then licked Stavs’ palm. Stavs pulled it away, but only so he could replace it with his mouth. And there he went again, sabotaging Jake’s plans. But two could play that game, so Jake got one hand down the front of Stavs’ trackies and his mouth on Stavs’ neck. Stavs moaned and then the only sound in the hall was their breathing, fast and rough.
‘Jake, fuck,’ Stavs said. He had one hand in Jake’s hair and the other on his ass. ‘Bedroom?’
‘That’s one idea,’ Jake said, glancing down. There was a nice, thick runner in the hallway. Perfect. Stavs’ eyes widened a little as Jake dropped to his knees. Jake looked up at him. ‘I’ve got a better one.’
‘God,’ Stavs breathed, one of his hands settling back in Jake’s hair. He didn’t grab at it, just stroked his fingers through it. Jake didn’t quite know what to do with that, so he turned his attention to something hedidknow what to do with. He pressed his cheek against the bulge in Stavs’ trackies and Stavs exhaled, a little shakily.
‘Been thinking about you,’ Jake told him, because it was true, and also because Stavs clearly liked it when he ran his mouth a bit. ‘Thinking about doing this.’ He got Stavs’ trackies and briefs down just far enough to get his mouth on Stavs’ dick. Stavs groaned.
Jake didn’t try anything fancy. He got his hands on Stavs’ hips, shoved him back against the door and then took him as deep as he could. He’d noticed, last time, that Stavs had liked that Jake had gotten off on blowing him, the way his eyes had gone dark when he’d looked down and seen that Jake was touching himself. So he let himself moan, made it hot and wet and a little messy because that made Stavs’ hips stutter against Jake’s hands, made him pant and say Jake’s name.
Jake had always liked giving head, but he especially liked giving head like this, feeling Stavs coming apart under his mouth, the muscles trembling in his thighs, the way his fingers felt in Jake’s hair as he tried not to pull.
‘Jake, I’m going . . .’
Jake could tell. He pulled off for a moment to say, ‘Yeah, give it to me,’ and then got straight back to it.
‘JesusChrist,’ Stavs said, and came. Jake stayed where he was until Stavs’ legs had stopped shaking, then pulled off, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of Stavs’ thigh. Stavs was panting, eyes a bit glassy, and he didn’t seem to realise that he was still carding his fingers through Jake’s hair.
Theo managed not to slide down the door onto his ass. It was more effort than it should have been. His legs felt like he’d just maxed out on the squat rack, and he was breathing hard. He hadn’t had a clear idea of how the night was going to go, but he would have predicted making it past the hallway before coming his brains out.
Jake wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned. He looked a little wrecked, his mouth swollen and his chin wet, his hair a mess from Theo’s fingers, his hoodie askew where Theo had been pulling on it.
He also looked extremely pleased with himself.
Theo offered him a hand and helped him up, tugging him into a kiss. Jake kissed him back, then turned his head to kiss up Theo’s jaw.
‘Gonna give me a tour?’ Jake asked. ‘Let’s start with the bedroom.’
Theo led him in the direction of his bedroom, relieved his legs still seemed to be working. He probably didn’t need to keep hold of Jake’s hand, but Jake didn’t say anything, just followed him down the hall.
Jake looked around when they got into the bedroom, his eyes drifting over the photos on the desk, the colourful throw on the end of the bed, the stack of books and notes next to the bedside table. Theo had left a lamp on in the best approximation of mood lighting he could manage.
