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It was incredible, how much the heat between them could build in such a short time. They’d played around in the dressing room, and they’d both come, which should have relieved some tension. Instead, it only seemed to have made it that much more intense, only seemed to have thrown more fuel on the fire, rather than slaking it.
They kissed until Jamie couldn’t even breathe, until the arousal, which always seemed to be there humming in his veins, in the deepest parts of his body, which Lance so effortlessly seemed to stimulate within him, was not so much humming in the background. More like boiling through him, the tightness between his legs making it impossible to think about anything else.
“I don’t care,” Jamie finally answered, and if he’d been less focused on the hardness of his cock, he probably would have hated how needy he sounded. “Your bed, my bed. Just get me to a bed, or I’ll jump you here.”
He wasn’t bluffing, either. He had done it once before, and he would happily do it again. He had the idea that Lance sort of got off on the risk of it, which would have been more than enough reason for Jamie to go for it anyway.
There was more to risk here than just being caught, though, and they both knew that. Lance smirked a little, but he rose to his feet, catching Jamie around the waist and whirling him breathlessly up with him.
“My room,” Lance decided, and his hand tightened, resting on the small of Jamie’s back as he pulled him close and kissed him like his life depended on it, which was really fair enough, because, for Jamie, it sort of felt that way.
Lance groaned, the most beautiful, urgent little sound, and Jamie found himself spinning around, his back hitting the wall as Lance pinned him there. He gasped softly and then arched his body, spreading his legs and accepting Lance’s thigh between them.
Their mouths did their best to devour each other, and Jamie was so hard in his pants that he was sure he could explode with hardly any stimulation at all. And that was before Lance raised his strong, muscular thigh, started to grind against Jamie, and encouraged Jamie to rub against him.
How far it would have gone, Jamie wasn’t sure. Truthfully, he thought that Lance probably could have had him right there, and Jamie wouldn’t have made a peep of protest. But there was a rustling sound, as if blankets were thrown back or a robe was tossed on, and then light footsteps in one of the rooms. Aaron’s, Jamie thought, but they weren’t going to stick around to be sure.
A door opened right as Lance and Jamie disappeared through it, tugging each other in, and then they were safe. The door, shut and locked, kept the world out, for now. It was just them, Jamie realized, and it was pretty amazing to him. Just the two of them, and a lush, seductive, luxurious bed, soft as a cloud.
They pulled apart, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Then Lance gave an incredibly sexy little half smile, and his pose got seductive, almost coy, as he started to strip his t-shirt over his head. Inch by inch of golden skin was revealed, the muscles of his abs and chest bunching as he removed his clothes.
That was all that was needed. Jamie smirked and started to strip, too, making a game of it. Slow, seductive, every motion graceful, he slid free of his clothes, and he got to watch as Lance’s eyes lit up at the little striptease which Jamie gave him.
Each bit of cloth that Jamie removed from his body was joined by one of Lance’s, and by the time they were both naked, Jamie was ready to go, not able to think about anything, feel anything, but his desire for this beautiful man and his tight, tall, toned body.
More than that, by some miracle, Lance was looking at him with the same expression that Jamie knew was mirrored on his own face. But looking soon wasn’t enough, and they came together, drawn by something that Jamie would be hard-pressed to describe, but which simmered between them and had from the first time that their eyes met.
“Jamie,” Lance murmured—the most beautiful sound, a soft, sighing utterance of his name. He’d never loved his own name as much as he did, hearing it on Lance’s lips. They fell down onto the plush, yielding surface of the bed, hands already tracing over torsos, greedily devouring each other as they gave in to the pressure and kissed once more.
There was a different sort of quality this time, though. No rush to get each other off, not yet, at least. And that was when Jamie knew that they were going to go so much further than rubbing, further even than sucking or jerking each other off.
He looked at Lance, deep into the emerald depths of his eyes, and groaned softly. Spreading his legs, he rolled onto his back, his arms around Lance’s body as he pulled the bigger man on top of himself. The hard lengths of their erections lined up perfectly, and they rocked together.
It was a strange sensation for Jamie because while there was desire simmering there, and most definitely urgent desire, there was no hurry. It was going to happen, and for the moment, at least, that was good enough. He just let himself go, and the thing was, he trusted Lance to be there with him. He trusted that he could allow himself to feel this, to feel all of it and that Lance would be there to catch him, to share this with him.
Slowly, their hips rolled, rising and falling, grinding and rutting together. Jamie looked up at Lance, tracing over his body, over one sweet brownish nipple, then up the strong column of his throat to rub the pads of his fingertips over the soft, smooth, lush surface of his lips.
It was like he was trying to memorize this man. Like he could somehow commit everything about this moment to memory, because who knew what this was between them? There was something, but how could it last with everything going on?
Whatever this was, it was enough. It had to be because it wasn’t something that Jamie could resist. So he moaned as those beautiful lips parted, he pressed his fingers between them, fucking his lips slowly with them as they rocked together in perfect rhythm.
“You want top or bottom?” Jamie finally murmured, slipping his fingers free so that Lance could respond. Someone had to say it. Someone had to make it clear how this was going to go between them because even with this strange, zen attitude, he knew himself well enough to know that he was too needy to wait for much longer.
“I don’t care. I do both,” Lance assured him, and that honestly didn’t surprise Jamie all that much. Lance had more than a little bit of the sensual hedonist about him, and Jamie couldn’t see him turning down anything that felt good.
Maybe one of the reasons, one of the many reasons, that Jamie liked him so much.
“Me too,” Jamie assured him and then smirked up at him. “But I’m under you. Maybe this time, you fuck me.”
This time. Jamie threw it out there, just trying to make sure that there would be a next time, and Lance just grinned in acknowledgment. They kissed for a long moment, their dicks rubbing, stroking together, slick with their precome.
They could come like this, just as they had the very first time they’d been together, but that wasn’t what Jamie wanted, and he was sure that Lance was in the same boat. It was time.
Lance’s weight shifted off of Jamie, then off the bed completely, as he went to his bag, which had been all packed and ready to go. They weren’t even supposed to be here still, after all. Jamie watched, eagerly devouring the sight of his lover’s body, his long legs, the sweet curve of his beautiful little ass, a golden, shimmering God, or so it seemed to Jamie.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Jamie breathed. He couldn’t even keep the words in, and Lance rewarded him with a quick smile before he tugged out what he’d been looking for, a condom and a tube of personal lubricant.
Seconds later, Lance was back on the bed, and Jamie spread his legs, more than ready for him. He’d been having fantasies about this from the first time they’d met, and the fact that those dreams could come true had him worked up, ready to go off, but fighting it.
