Page 86 of After the Siren
‘Stop,’ Stavs gasped, and Jake pulled back and licked his lips.
Stavs pushed him backwards onto the bed and followed him down. ‘You’re still not naked,’ he said.
Jake kicked off his shorts and wriggled out of his singlet. Stavs leaned down to kiss him, slow and hot, and Jake got a foot behind his thigh to pull him closer. They both groaned when their dicks slid together, slick and perfect. Stavs knew, by now, exactly how Jake liked to be kissed, and he’d found all the places that made Jake shiver: the spot under his ear where his jaw met his neck, the hollow of his throat, the crease of his thigh. He kissed them, then kissed them again, because he was a cruel fucker who didn’t care that Jake was so hard it was painful, his body humming with the promise of having Stavs inside him.
‘This isn’t fucking me,’ Jake panted, squirming. Stavs had pinned his wrists against the bed.
‘Not yet.’
‘It won’t be ever if I die of frustration,’ Jake pointed out. ‘Or come,’ he added, when Stavs let go of Jake’s wrists.
Stavs smiled in the way he only did when they were tangled up and naked together. ‘I thought we were going slow?’
‘I changed my mind.’
‘I didn’t.’
He hadn’t. He kissed his way down Jake’s body again,so fucking slowly, and, this time, took Jake’s dick in his mouth. He didn’t do anything that was likely to get Jake anywhere close to coming, just kept it languid and wet until Jake had one hand wrapped in the sheets and the other on Stavs’ shoulder. It would serve Stavs right if his fingers left bruises.
‘Fuck,’ Jake said. He bent his knees, feet on the bed, and Stavs took the hint.
Jake made an inadvertent, wounded sound when Stavs took his mouth away, but then he was kissing the spot where Jake’s thigh met his ass, dragging his tongue occasionally over Jake’s balls, and Jake was undoubtedly saying a lot of dumb shit, trying not to actually beg.
‘Lube?’ Stavs asked, after a million years.
Jake fumbled the bedside drawer open. He’d lost a bit of manual dexterity somewhere along the way, but he managed to find the bottle and hand it over. At least Stavs was a bit shaky as well. Jake was going to have to get his shit together or he was going to come after approximately ten seconds of getting fucked. Which would be a fuckingtragedy.
Stavs was generous with the lube in a way that was probably going to be fun for them and bad for the sheets. Jake rolled over, onto his knees and elbows, and Stavs ran the hand that wasn’t covered in lube down his spine.
‘Hey,’ Stavs said, sounding a little hesitant.
Jake looked over his shoulder. ‘Yeah?’ He would be fine if Stavs had changed his mind. Totally fine.
‘Can we ... I’d like to be able to see your face.’ Stavs was looking down at him in that way he did sometimes – the way thatmade something happen in Jake’s stomach that definitely wasn’tbutterflies.Nothing about this whole situation was supposed to causebutterflies.
‘Sure,’ Jake said, shifting onto his back. He felt vulnerable in a way that he usually didn’t during sex. He wasn’t sure what Stavs might see on his face.
‘What’s ... what’s the best way like this?’ Stavs asked.
‘I don’t know if this is something you can, like, optimise.’
Stavs narrowed his eyes and Jake really hoped that he was in trouble. He bent his knees up again. ‘Have at it.’
Stavs choked on a laugh. ‘You’re absurd.’
‘You l–like it.’
Stavs didn’t reply, but he did run a slick finger down the crease of Jake’s ass. Jake closed his eyes, let himself fall into the sensation. Stavs took his time, teasing, while Jake tried not to squirm, tried not to press against Stavs’ fingers. Stavs dipped his head to kiss Jake’s neck as his knuckle pressed just where Jake wanted it and Jake made an objectively embarrassing noise.
Stavs exhaled when he finally pressed a finger inside Jake’s body, as though they were doing this the other way round.
It had been a while, and it felt so fuckinggood.‘Yeah,’ Jake said. ‘Like that.’
Stavs was so careful, so gentle,that it made Jake’s chest go tight. He’d had people go slow before, to tease him or whatever, but he knew Stavs wasn’t just teasing, he wanted to make sure it was good for Jake.
Stavs smiled when he found the angle that made Jake’s body jerk, and Jake wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel that smile against his mouth. He realised he’d grabbed Stavs’ free hand, twining their fingers together. Stavs was staring down at him like he couldn’t quite believe Jake was real.
‘We good?’ Jake asked.Hewas certainly good.
