Page 68 of The Moon Also Rises
As he takes my hand, Jake’s confident expression breaks and he puffs out a couple of sigh-filled giggles. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. You know it’s a terrible idea.”
“I want you too much to stop it. I want you, Forester. Get in your bedroom, right now,” I say in my sternest voice and his reaction is the greatest reward.
Jake steps closer so our chests touch and his chin tilts up a little. “Oh, fuck, yes. I love it when you call me by my surname.”
With his neck more exposed to me, I step in and run my tongue up its arch. His body shifts as if he just lost his balance but then a second later he places his hands on my hips and pushes me away. As I follow him down the corridor I watch him slide his shirt off his body, revealing a map of lithe back muscles that ripple a little as he walks. And is he shaking his hips more than usual? Is he strutting like that for me? I put a little more effort into my last strides and just as he walks through his bedroom door, flicking the light switch on, I grab his waist and lift him up. Twisting him as I throw him on the bed, he lands looking up at me with wide, astonished eyes.
“What the—” He stops when he sees me go to pick up his foot and I start taking his sock off. I do the same with the other, resting his foot on my groin, close enough that his toes can feel how hard I am for him.
“Jesus,” he says and his shoulders relax. I take in the plains and angles of his torso and smile at the dusting of light brown hairs curling on his pecs and in a strip down the middle of his abs. His body is toned and sculpted in a different way to mine. His muscle tone clearly comes from hard work, hours upon hours in the gym, while mine is naturally lean and defined, more like the runner I am now, and the yogi I used to be. I’ve never liked the gym – too busy, too competitive – but I have always liked the peace that comes from running. It’s the closest thing to meditation after meditation itself.
I’m grateful for meditation now as I feel completely present in this moment when I lean forward and bring my hand to the fly on Jake’s jeans. After lightly caressing the bulge that presses up against the material, I pop open the top button. Pausing before I move to the zip, I look up and see Jake watching me intently. I kiss him roughly because that’s what his open mouth and glazed eyes demand, but our heady, hungry kiss leads me to fumble as I try to pull the zip down and fail. Without taking his mouth off mine, Jake moves his hand to help me out, relieving me of the duty. He then lifts his hips up and slides his jeans down his legs before kicking them onto the floor.
“You have such a good body, Jake,” I say. “You’re beautiful.”
He promptly shuts both his mouth and his eyes, turning his head away from me. Had I known complimenting him would make him fall silent so easily I would have done it a lot more over the last few weeks, but still I savour watching him blush and squirm under the praise.
“I mean it, Forester. You are fucking sexy.”
“You just swore.” He blinks up at me, one of his hands scratching through the scruff on my cheeks and chin. “You never swear.”
“I swear when it matters. When I really want to make a point. Or when I need to tell someone to fuck off.”
“Understood.” Jake nods and then his eyes fall down my body. “You have too many clothes on.”
He’s right so I start removing them and Jake’s eyes darken as he watches. First, I get rid of my socks, then I loosen my watch and place it on the chest of drawers behind me. After pulling my shirt off, I look down and see Jake’s gaze dance over my torso. He sits up straighter and reaches out his hand to graze his fingers over my chest and down one side of my abs. I feel and watch my muscles tense in response.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr Events,” Jake says in a low voice and he leans forward to place a kiss on the line where my ribs end.
Suddenly a little nervous to reveal more of my body to someone else – it has been years, after all – I bring my fingers slowly to the waistband of my trousers as Jake continues leaving the softest kisses all over my chest and stomach. I’m surprised therefore when I feel his hands find mine.
“No, let me,” he says and looking up at me, holding my eyes the whole time, he undoes my fly and slides my trousers down. I kick them off my feet and then look down to see Jake staring at my boxers.
“Baby pink? And silk? That is a big surprise.”
I try to contain my chuckle but fail. “I like the way they feel.”
“It’s not the silk part that I’m amused by.” Jake’s hands come to rest on the side of my hips. “It’s the pink part. You literally dress like a long-lost member of the Addams Family but underneath you’re a Care Bear apparently.”
I point a finger down at him. “Firstly, Gomez Addams is a fashion icon. And secondly, nothing wrong with the Care Bears. That’s my childhood right there.”
Jake shrugs. “Same here. No wonder our families weren’t surprised we turned out queer.”
Inwardly I baulk at this comment, but it’s easy to move past it when I feel a wet warm pressure on my cock. I look down and see Jake tonguing me through the silk of my boxers, leaving obscene but erotic wet marks up and down the outline of my penis. If I wasn’t already too far gone to stop this, I would be now. The heat. The slickness. The hunger in his eager movements and closed eyes.
I bring one hand up to stroke his cheek and that makes him hum and lean into my palm. He pulls his mouth off and looks up at me. “Can I take them off?”
Unable to speak, I nod and keep my hand on his face. He watches his fingers as they tuck into the waistband of my boxers and he pulls them down slowly, freeing me.
“Oh,” he says on an exhale as my cock bobs in front of him.
The panic at such an ambiguous noise is quick to rise in me, but then Jake wraps a hand around my penis and I’m more focused on not letting my knees buckle.
“What does ‘oh’ mean?” I ask, breathless.
“I think this may be the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jake moves his head in various angles, studying me
I laugh a little. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”
