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He didn’t want to come until he had Lance buried inside of him for the very first time.
Lance’s weight settled on him again, and they briefly kissed before Lance shifted down between his legs. Jamie moaned as he felt the pressure of lips, talented lips, on the head of his cock, a clever tongue stroking over it, and he whimpered at the rising tide of need that raised in him.
Carefully, Jamie watched as Lance covered his hand in lube and then nudged Jamie’s legs further open for him. He drizzled more of the stuff between his legs, over the tight, but eager, entrance to Jamie’s body, and Jamie shivered as the cool stuff washed over him.
Honestly, even that was more than Jamie was used to, and he expected Lance to sheathe himself with the condom and then pretty much just go to town. But Lance had other ideas. Jamie watched in stunned disbelief as Lance took more of Jamie’s cock into his hot, wet, slick mouth, and those fingers, slippery with lube, pushed between the cheeks of his ass and inside of him.
Jamie closed his eyes, the prickle of tears behind them. It felt so good. There was no pain, not even any discomfort, just more desire, more eagerness to be filled. Lance made it so good, better than anyone ever had, and Jamie gave in to it, let his body move and flow, fucking himself slowly up into Lance’s mouth as he took one finger, then two, inside himself.
“Lance, now,” Jamie whispered when it was all too much. When he needed more, when he needed to be filled, to be linked to this man, more than he needed to breathe. Or that’s how it felt, anyway. If he’d ever wanted anyone this badly, he couldn’t remember it.
Through the redness of his tightly closed eyelids, Jamie saw a shadow, heard the faint sounds of Lance moving. Those fingers pulled out of him, and Lance covered him, his hands drawing Jamie’s legs up, his knees apart and up by his chest, leaving him so open and vulnerable that Jamie should have been terrified.
But he wasn’t. What sort of strange miracle was that? He did trust Lance, who was being so nice to him, and he groaned as he reached around, gripping Lance’s ass, still without opening his eyes.
“Now,” he breathed, and there was a brief sound of fumbling, the crinkle of foil, as Jamie shrewdly deduced that Lance was slipping the condom over himself.
“Once you open your eyes and look at me,” Lance told him, and Jamie hissed in a breath, a sharp inhale, because somehow, their eyes linking while Lance took him was so much more intimate than he was sure he could bear.
But he did it. He opened his eyes, and he looked up at the beautiful man on top of him. He moaned when he saw the color on Lance’s cheeks, the way his beautiful lips were parted with his rapid, excited breath. He was the very picture of desperate arousal, and that, too, was comforting.
As their eyes locked, as a communion more intense even than that of their bodies happened between their gazes, Lance pushed. Jamie groaned and raised his hips to meet that thrust, clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper.
But Lance was in no hurry. He sank deep inside of Jamie, making him squirm, until finally, he was completely sheathed in Jamie’s body. The thick head of his cock pressed directly against Jamie’s prostate, and Jamie found himself writhing, his fingernails gripping at Lance’s shoulders, marking him and only dimly aware of it.
“Harder,” Jamie moaned, not naturally one to be shy about asking for what he wanted. He’d gotten out of the habit, but Lance had brought that back because Jamie knew it was safe. “Lance, baby, harder. I need you.”
Not that he didn’t appreciate the slow sensuality of Lance’s style, how it made him feel, perhaps dangerously, like they really had something. But his body was too needy. Lance was driving him crazy, and he knew it would take so little time for the pleasure to rise inside of him if Lance only gave him what he needed.
As Jamie gripped at Lance’s shoulders, as he clenched tightly around the other man’s cock and tried to spur him on with rapid little thrusts of his own hips, Jamie actually saw it when something, some sort of dam, released inside of Lance. At that moment, Lance gripped Jamie’s knees, pinning them up and out of the way, and then he really started to fuck him.
It was perfect. Utterly and completely flawless, the slick way that dick moved inside of him, the urgency of the thrusts, the way that thick head kept stroking over the spot deep inside of him that made him see stars. Once Lance was really going, once he was hammering away deep inside Jamie, Jamie knew that it wouldn’t be long for him.
For either of them, from the noises that Lance was making. Only Lance, always the gentlemen, seemed to need to make sure that Jamie was having a good time, and his strong fingers closed around Jamie’s dick, stroking him.
It was inevitable that the pleasure would rocket through him so soon, sending him vibrating out of all control as he spilled over Lance’s hand. He’d come so fast, but maybe that was okay because Lance groaned on top of him and his cock twitched inside of Jamie as he shuddered and trembled and spilled hiscomeinto the condom.
Jamie fell back, his hair a sweaty, tangled mess, he was sure of it. He probably looked like Medusa, but somehow, he couldn’t actually care about that too much. Not with the powerful orgasm which Lance had given him still fading from his muscles, not with that rush still making his blood pound through his veins.
For a moment, they just lay there, bodies tangled together, and Jamie didn’t want Lance to move off of him. He held him tight, greedy and selfish, wanting to maintain the connection of their bodies as long as he possibly could.
“Hey, Jamie?” Lance asked, and Jamie, still catching his breath, just arched an eyebrow to encourage him to go on. “You, uh, you seemed surprised when I, you know, prepared you. Did I do it wrong? I mean, in a way you didn’t like?”
It wasn’t like Lance to sound that uncertain, and Jamie took a deep breath, then shook his head slowly. It was scary, to think about telling Lance what he was about to say, but at the same time, he couldn’t let the man who had given him so much pleasure think that he’d done something wrong.
“No. You were perfect. I guess I just wasn’t used to it.” Jamie paused, and Lance was silent. If Lance had pressured him to go on, Jamie would have refused, but Lance just left it up to Jamie, and that helped.
“Six months ago, I broke up with someone, and he was sort of controlling.”Which was putting it mildly. It was honestly terrifying for him to say these words, but at the same time, once he’d started, it was like he couldn’t stop.
“I told you that he liked to buy me clothes. It was sort of a little bit more than that. He didn’t let me buy anything he didn’t approve. And that control, well, I guess it sort of went when we were in bed, too.”
He hadn’t said those words. Not to anyone. He had just walked away once he’d had enough, but he’d never told anyone even as much as he’d just told Lance. And he waited—a sick feeling in his stomach and clutching at his lungs like he was trying to draw air into them in a vacuum.
How was Lance, easygoing, sensual Lance, going to react to the deeply emotionally charged thing that Jamie had just told him. Jamie had gotten caught up in the moment, but this relationship between them, it was about sex. It wasn’t about sharing.
It sort of felt like Jamie had ruined everything, and he searched Lance’s face, desperate for a sign that he hadn’t but not actually expecting to find one. He’d gone and made things too personal, too emotional.
