Page 60 of After the Siren
‘I get it,’ Jake said. ‘The first time I ...’ He paused. ‘You wanna stop, or you wanna do something else? Because I’m not gonna tell that story if we’re still going.’
‘I’m not just going to leave you like that.’ Theo gestured at Jake’s dick. He was slightly indignant that Jake thought he would jump ship after Jake had made him come so hard he’d seen the universe on the back of his eyelids.
‘It’s cool,’ Jake said, though it sounded a bit strained. ‘It’s all good, if you want to stop.’
‘I don’t want to stop.’ Theo let go of Jake’s hand to trace his fingers over Jake’s ribs. ‘I’m sorry, I just ... had a moment.’
Jake shifted restlessly under Theo’s hands. ‘Nothing to apologise for.’ He trailed his fingers down Theo’s chest as Theo’s slid his hand down Jake’s back. ‘What do you wanna do?’
‘I ...’ Theo had never been tongue-tied in bed before. He was twenty-four years old, and he’d had plenty of sex. There was no reason he should be embarrassed just because Jake was a man, and just because they weren’tdating. And sure, he’d never been really intotalkingin bed, but he could at least articulate what he wanted. ‘I want you to come,’ he said.
Jake sighed, dramatic, but there was only laughter in his eyes. ‘Me too.’
Theo rolled his eyes.
‘You wanna watch me get myself off?’ Jake suggested.
Yes. Theo did want that. Even if it felt like having his training wheels put back on. But he’d never watched someone like that before. He’d thought about it, sometimes, but it had always felt like asking his partner to do all the work.
Jake fumbled in the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube and flicked the cap open. Theo’s anxious brain wondered, for a second, whether this was going to be awkward as fuck, but then Jake was squeezing lube into his palm and looking across at Theo with that wicked grin, and Theo’s anxious brain fucked right off.
Jake wrapped his hand around his dick and Theo made a sound like Jake was touching him. Jake had softened a littleas they talked, and Theo watched as he stroked himself back to hardness, watched how Jake liked it. The only sounds in the room were the wet slide of Jake’s hand and his breathing, turned quick again. Then Jake planted one foot on the bed, raising his knee and shifting so Theo could see him reach down to play with his balls.
‘Fuck,’ Theo said, without meaning to.
Jake looked at him, his thumb circling the head of his dick. ‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’
Theo wasn’t sure if Jake liked to tease himself or if he just liked to put on a show. He didn’t keep his eyes on Theo the whole time; he let his head fall back on the pillow, let his eyes flutter shut, but then he’d look across, his teeth catching his bottom lip, and Theo’s dick was definitely getting back in the game.
Jake’s breathing was getting more and more ragged, his hand speeding up. He looked at Theo watching him. ‘Fuck, Stavs,’ he said, eyes blown dark.
Theo wanted to touch him, wanted it to be his hands making Jake feel like this. Wondered if Jake sometimes got a finger inside himself when he did this, what it would be like to watch that. He almost asked, but he didn’t want to interrupt, not when Jake’s hips were arching off the bed, his eyes closed almost as if in pain, his dick leaking in his fist.
He looked so good, and Theo needed to touch him so badly.
‘Can I kiss you?’ he asked, not sure of the rules.
‘Yes, fuck,yes,’ Jake said, and they were kissing again, Theo’s hands in Jake’s hair. He could feel Jake getting closer to the edge from the way he kissed, messier by the moment, his tongue pushing into Theo’s mouth. Theo couldn’t stop touching him, stroking his hair, cradling his face, trying to kiss him and touch him and watch him all at the same time.
‘Next time,’ Theo said, against his mouth. ‘Next time I’ll —’
Jake shuddered as he came and Theo wanted to see it, but he couldn’t stop kissing him, and maybe it was better like that, better to feel the frantic press of Jake’s mouth and the way he trembled.
Jake broke the kiss, chest heaving. He flopped an arm over his head and exhaled. Theo dragged his fingers through the mess on Jake’s stomach without thinking, and Jake murmured happily, his eyes still closed, mouth a little slack.
‘Sorry you had to do all the work,’ Theo said.
‘Yeah, I’m real mad about it,’ Jake murmured, his eyes closed. Theo ran his thumb over the mermaid tattoo and Jake opened one eye. ‘What is it with you and that tattoo?’
It was ... it was something he’d misunderstood, something that had only made sense once he’d gotten to know Jake a little better. Something that was veryJake.He couldn’t say that, though.
‘Just can’t believe you’ve got the same tattoo as your mum,’ Theo told him.
‘I can’t believe you’re getting off on me having the same tattoo as my mum.’
‘Gross,’ Theo told him, and kissed him before he could reply.
