32. Jeremy

There was a moment, just a flash, when Jeremy was worried that Davis would achieve that fabled post-orgasm clarity and remember that he was actually straight, whatever experimentation he wanted with Jeremy cleaned up with the same wipes that Jeremy had used to wipe away the evidence of his orgasm.

Jeremy was sure that fear had come to fruition when Davis had asked him about his sexual history. There was nothing about women that had ever interested him sexually. It was just a fact about him, like the fact that he was six-five and his favorite color was a light teal. Jeremy Rinci was gay.

But as he watched Davis, his cock softening against the gorgeous hair on his thighs, Jeremy pieced things together. How Davis would catch himself watching Jeremy and look away, a light blush on his cheeks. How he used his costume to come out to Jeremy instead of putting it in words.

“Davis?” Jeremy asked softly.

“Sorry,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“Am I the first man you’ve slept with?” Jeremy figured he should prepare himself to be disappointed sooner rather than later.

“No,” Davis said. “You’re not an experiment to me.” A wave of calm settled over Jeremy. “It’s just, well, I’ve never hooked up with someone I work with.” He coughed a bit and looked away. “I kind of keep this part of myself, uh, well, hidden at work. It’s not their business.”

Jeremy felt a slight burning in his chest that accompanied a feeling of sadness. “Baby,” he whispered. “You never have to hide who you are with me.” I want it to be my business. Too much, too open for a first hookup, Jeremy knew that. But they hadn’t met on an app or on a dance floor. They’d known each other for months at this point.

The apprehension returned, and Jeremy was sure that Davis would pull on his clothes and leave right now. That fear, however, was replaced with something very close to joy when Davis kissed him after cleaning his hand. Well, doing a decent enough job of cleaning his hand, because his right hand on Jeremy’s neck was still a bit sticky.

“Thank you,” Davis was whispering against his lips, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. “Thank you.” And then Davis was kissing down his chest, licking over a nipple, and continuing his path downward. Before Davis made his way entirely south, Jeremy tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m on PReP,” Jeremy said. “And I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.” He nodded to his phone, which had been tossed onto the floor next to the bed. “I can pull them up if you want.”

Davis blushed. “I trust you. I have to get a full physical every year, and my results are negative. My right hand is also regularly cleaned.” Davis smiled up at him. “Jeremy, can I?”

Whereas Jeremy loved using names in bed, he very rarely heard his own name said to him. And he found that he liked it a lot. “Can you do what, baby?”

“Can I suck you?” Davis growled, seeming a little desperate. And while the conversation had taken the edge off his erection, the need in Davis’s rasp had him hardening again.

“Yeah, baby. Use that pretty mouth.” And Jeremy idly wondered if anyone had ever called Davis pretty before, because his cheeks flushed bright pink right before he took the head into his mouth.

If there had been any part of Jeremy that still wondered if he was an experiment, the way Davis was able to take him to the back of his throat would have been an indication that either the man had practice or had been blessed with an absent gag reflex. Jeremy held his hips still, running his fingers along the stubble of Davis’s beard, feeling the way his cheeks hollowed as he pulled back to breathe. Jeremy was close already, but the way Davis let a small stream of saliva slip out of his mouth and onto Jeremy’s cock had him near the edge. He worked him with both hands, the calluses from whatever lumberjack shit he did in the forest providing a fantastic level of friction.

“You like that?” Davis asked, and the way he said it wasn’t the way Jeremy was used to hearing. Not a self-assured manner that confirmed it, not Yeah, you like that, huh, you slut, but a genuine question.

“Yeah, baby,” Jeremy hissed. “I like it.”

“I’m doing well?” A bit coy, his ranger was, asking such a pertinent question before pressing his tongue into the slit at the head of his dick.

“You like praise, baby?” Jeremy was rewarded with another blush on Davis’s cheeks. “What else do you like?”

“You can, uh.” Davis’s hands stopped for a second. “I’m not used to talking this much. Do guys say fuck my face in bed?”

“Guys say whatever turns them on,” Jeremy replied, taking a deep breath to hold off his impending orgasm.

“Well, then.” Davis took him down again, then popped off to say, “Can you fuck my face?”

“You sure?” Jeremy must have hit the lottery, because here was this fucking perfect man asking Jeremy to own his throat, just for a little bit this evening.

“Yes.” And then Jeremy was thrusting, and Davis was making the best kind of noises, breathing through his nose as Jeremy’s hips worked. As he kept working himself in and out of that pretty mouth, Jeremy pulled back for just a second.

“I’m close—”

“Down my throat, please,” Davis begged. And who was Jeremy to deny someone who asked so nicely?