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It was effective.
About twenty seconds later, Theo decided that sucking dick wasn’t that hard. Or, at least, it wasn’t complex. Sure, there was a bit to coordinate with his hand and his mouth and his breathing, but it was equipment that Theo was used to, and Jake was communicative about what he liked. Not necessarilyeloquent, but communicative.
Theo could feel the effort it was taking for Jake to keep himself still; Jake’s thighs trembled under Theo’s hands while he kept up a soft stream of encouragement that was mainly variations offuck yes,yeahandlike that. Theo liked the feel of Jake in his mouth, the taste of his skin, the way it felt when it was on the brink of too much. He gagged once and had to pull back, feeling the spit dripping down his chin, and he liked the messiness of that, too. He liked the way Jake’s hands felt in his hair, the way Jake made a sort of wounded, desperate noise when Theo remembered he had two hands and cupped Jake’s balls gently while he tried to get him a little deeper. He wasn’t sure how long it was before Jake got incoherent, his fingers clenching on the sheets like he didn’t trust himself not to push Theo down or pull his hair. Theo looked up, and their eyes met for a second.
‘So fucking close,’ Jake gasped. ‘Fuck, Stavs, I’m gonna come.’ Theo decided a moment too late that he was going to pull off, and instead of coming into his mouth, or into his hand, Jake got the lower half of his face and his neck. It was startling ... and sort of hot. Theo managed to keep his shit together enough to stroke Jake, shuddering, through the orgasm. Then he started to laugh, because he really hadn’t thought they’d get tofacials.
‘What?’ Jake said, opening his eyes. They widened. ‘Fuck,’ he said, his voice hoarse. ‘Shit, sorry.’
‘I think this one was on me.’
‘I mean, it wasn’t meant to be.’
‘You did warn me.’ Theo licked his lips without thinking and Jake’s softening dick twitched.
‘Jesus,’ Jake said, almost as if to himself. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘I got you.’
He cleaned up the mess, gently, and Theo levered himself up onto the bed. He wasexhausted.The game, the adrenaline, the orgasm – all he wanted to do was sleep.
Jake binned the tissues and joined him. ‘Sorry,’ he repeated, tracing a finger down Theo’s cheek. ‘I would’ve asked before I didthat.’
‘I know,’ Theo said. ‘I ... didn’t mind.’
Jake raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh yeah?’
Theo’s reply was swallowed by a huge yawn.
Jake stretched out next to him, one arm tucked behind his head, apparently completely unbothered by the fact he was still naked. ‘So, I gotta kick six and you’ll blow me?’
‘Imagine what I’ll do if you get seven.’
Theo was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to let Jake stay the night. That felt like adatingthing, or acouplething, and they weren’t doing either of those things. But it was very, very easy to reach down and pull a sheet up over them both. ‘You going to stay?’ he asked.
Jake nuzzled in closer to him, tucking his head against Theo’s chest. ‘Mmm. That okay? I’m wrecked.’
‘Yeah,’ Theo said, into his hair. ‘Yeah, it is.’ They were silent for a few moments.
‘Hey Jake, was —’ Theo started.
Jake pressed his lips against Theo’s collarbone. ‘Ten out of ten, no notes,’ he murmured. ‘Go to sleep.’
JUNE / JULY / AUGUST
ROUNDS 13–23
Chapter Eighteen
It was bucketing with rain and Jake was busy taking screenshots of the really messed-up shit in his direct messages. The storm had started after lunch – the type of apocalyptic downpour Melbourne saved up for afternoons when the morning had been sunny. Jake didn’t like the winter, but he did like being warm and cosy with the rain hammering down on the roof. It helped that Stavs was sprawled on the bed beside him, still naked, a blanket pulled up over his legs. They didn’t usually get lazy afternoons, but the Falcons had played a Thursday-night game and Davo had given them Sunday afternoon off. Jake had managed to lure Stavs into bed after lunch and Stavs had passed out about thirty seconds after coming.
The Falcons were playing well. Even better,Stavswas playing well, and he’d also managed to bounce back from a quiet game without getting sad. Rigger was back from his hamstring injury, but Davo had left Stavs on the wing and put Rigger into the middle.
Jake brushed his fingers over Stavs’ shoulder and Stavs murmured sleepily as he rolled over, nestling closer. He was much cuddlier than he pretended to be. That was the type of small Stavs detail Jake had been storing up. He had three weeks’ worth of them now.
The sex was ...reallygood. And only seemed to be gettingbetter. At some point, Jake was going to raise the fact that there were options other than hands and mouths on dicks, but hands and mouths on dicks were pretty great, and he didn’t want Stavs to feel like Jake was pushing.
Jake leaned down to kiss the nape of Stavs’ neck and Stavs opened his eyes, blinking once or twice like he wasn’t sure where he was. It was extremely cute. Jake resisted the urge to kiss him on the head.
‘What’re you doing?’ Stavs’ voice was a little husky with sleep.
