Page 49 of Street of Dreams
Their lips met in a kiss as the water trickled between them. Their erections came to life and greeted one another with wet slickness. Something slippery glided over Jake’s lower back and across his buttocks. It was the soap. It traveled up his back and over his shoulder, while his mouth was still engaged in a kiss.
“What are you doing?” Jake asked, out of breath and overheated under the hot mist.
“I’m washing you. We’re in the shower.”
“I know but . . .”
“But nothing. Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall.” When Jake didn’t move, Mac raised his auburn brows. “Do it.”
“OK.” Unused to being told what to do, a sly smile spread across Jake’s lips before he did as he was told and waited.
Mac ran the bar of soap over Jake’s chest and up and down each arm, scrutinizing every inch of flesh as if studying it. He slowly glided the sudsy bar down one of Jake’s legs, then the other. He made Jake turn around, so his back could receive the same treatment.
No one had ever washed Jake before. He didn’t even have a memory of being bathed as a child, so this was beyond sensual. It was almost life changing for him. He felt cared for. And loved. It was such an overwhelming feeling that it left him choked up. He turned to face Mac, a baseball still lodged in his throat. “No one ever touched me like this before. Let me wash you now.”
Mac smiled and shook his head as he glided the bar across his chest, over his arms and down his legs, maintaining eye contact with Jake the entire time. He soaped his hands, creating a bubbly lather, then handed the bar to Jake and turned around. Mac popped his rear out, suggestively, and ran his soapy hands over his butt cheeks in a circular motion while peering at Jake over his shoulder.
This was all too much, and it had Jake battling a million different emotions, from love to lust and everything in between. He wanted to take this beautiful man, hard and fast with impatience and greed. But he also wanted to experience the tenderness they were sharing right now. In the end, the latter won. He ran the foamy soap over Mac’s hips and massaged the lather into his freckled skin. One of Jake’s fingers fell between Mac’s butt cheeks, and they both moaned at the same time. He rubbed at Mac’s bottom with his soapy fingers and was about to insert one, when Mac turned to face him.
Two soapy hands took hold of Jake’s erection and stroked him with silky pleasure. He sighed from the slick friction and returned the same gesture. Their mouths collided with an insatiable kiss as they fisted each other, creating a bubbly lather between them. Jake wanted to take Mac right there in the shower, but there wasn’t much room, and he was afraid they’d slip and fall. “Let’s finish this on the couch.”
Quickly rinsing off, and only stopping long enough so Jake could grab lube and a condom from the bathroom cabinet, they headed to the living room sofa. Once there, they fell into each other’s arms lying lengthwise across the cushions. They never bothered to dry themselves from the shower, so there was a slickness between their bodies that allowed their shafts to glide together with soft sensations as they gyrated against one another.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jake delivered hungry kisses down Mac’s chest until a hard erection hit him in the chin. He slipped one hand between Mac’s body and the couch and lifted his hips, while he grabbed Mac’s shaft with the other hand and came down on it with his mouth. He devoured this man, nursing him with an impatient draw.
Mac clenched his muscles and grunted. “I can’t hold out.” He started to turn over, but Jake stopped him.
“I want it like this.” Jake placed Mac’s ankles on his shoulders and kissed one of Mac’s calves. “So I can see you.”
“We’ve never done it like this before.” Mac’s gaze turned dreamy under his hooded lids. “You’ve never made love to me while I was on my back facing you.”
A heartfelt smile passed over Jake’s lips. He knew it sounded corny, but making love was the exact way to describe their intimacy. They were sharing an extraordinary exchange right now. He loved Mac with all his heart. And Mac loved him. Never had he felt such profound emotion, and it caught him off guard.
He pressed his lips into Mac’s ankle while he took a moment to compose himself, but it wasn’t enough. Pushing Mac’s legs down to the couch, Jake leaned over and kissed Mac on the lips for a long time. When he sat back on his knees, he was still too overcome to speak, so he worked in silence as he lubed his fingers and prepped Mac. He watched the pleasure that transformed Mac’s face into waves of bliss and listened to the soft breaths that grew deeper.
When he was sure that Mac was ready, Jake slipped on the condom, presented himself and pushed inside. Mac gripped Jake’s wrist from the sudden intrusion and let out the most delectable moan. Jake rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then picked up momentum, deepening their emotional connection with each thrust. Their eyes never left one another, except for the brief moments when Mac’s colorful irises rolled upwards and disappeared, as they gave each other mutual pleasure.
Jake knew it was coming, like thunder after lightning, but he was unprepared for the way his climax shook him. He felt it in his core. A shudder ran down to his toes and bounced up to his head. He could barely see straight, his vision blurred by the intensity of the sensations that filled him.
When Jake finally came down from the infinite high, Mac was gazing at him with a satiated grin and doe eyes that could melt a glacier.
“That was incredible,” Mac panted, wiping at the sticky mess across his torso with a towel that Jake hadn’t realized he brought from the bathroom.
“It was pretty fucking perfect,” Jake replied, before ripping off the condom and folding it into the towel.
“Come here.” Mac opened his arms, and they snuggled on the narrow couch together.
Jake let out a long sigh, thoroughly overcome by everything that just took place between them. For the first time in his life, he completely let his guard down, and the weight was lifted from his shoulders. This is exactly what he wanted, and he finally allowed himself to dream about a better life.
The fantasy only lasted for about five minutes before the lock on the door clicked, and heavy boots pounded on the floor to the entry foyer, bursting Jake’s dream like a wrecking ball. His pulse skyrocketed so quickly he thought his heart was going to explode. He jumped and automatically reached for his jeans, but his clothes were on the bathroom floor, and his gun was in his jacket on the coatrack. While he contemplated running upstairs or hiding behind the couch, a beer bottle flew past him and shattered against the wall, missing his head by a fraction of an inch. It was so close that he felt the wind blow by his face as it almost caught his temple. He didn’t give a shit about what would happen to him. His first and only thought was to protect Mac. He’d die protecting him if he had to.
“Stay behind me,” Jake instructed, standing several feet in front of Mac and acting as a barrier as he braced himself for what would inevitably be the worst day of his life.
Bruce’s shouts were an incoherent blast of curses that shook the room. It was a jumbled combination of homophobic slurs, hateful words, and profanity, one more appalling than the other. Vile adjectives spewed from his mouth with a putrid stench that made Jake balloon with anger.
He stood tall with his chin up and took the first punch like a man. The crack that he heard inside his head was sickening as his teeth clapped together. His head snapped back, and he stumbled but remained on his feet. Just as he was lifting his arm to return the punch, a fist hit him in the gut like a cannonball. His tight muscles took most of the force, but he still doubled over at the waist and fell to one knee. Before he had a chance to cough, an uppercut hit him in the jaw, causing his head to ricochet with so much force he thought his neck broke from the jolt.
Blood filled his mouth and ran down his face onto his shirt, while his vision clouded with a hazy white hue and yellow spots. He felt himself losing consciousness and vaguely heard his old man yelling. Then he heard Mac’s voice. They sounded a million miles away or as if he was under water. He forced himself not to pass out and struggled to speak. “Don’t touch him!” He didn’t know if the words made it passed his lips, but he screamed them in his head. A fist hit his jaw and more blood filled his mouth, making him choke and gargle out a breath.
