48. Davis

By the time Foster and Flo were dropped off— Foster to his apartment, Flo to the brewery to check on the canning line— it was too late for Davis to drive back to the mountains. Not that he wanted to, enjoying his weekends spent down in the city with Jeremy. In return, Jeremy spent an evening or two up in the mountains, joking that he was taking advantage of the University’s new flexible remote work policy.

“Hey, girl,” Davis said to Mary Anne, who lifted her head up from her crate as the men entered Jeremy’s house. Her crate that Jeremy had purchased and kept in his house, saying it was silly for Davis to drive a crate back and forth all the time. Let out, Mary Anne gave a kiss to Davis’s hand and then pawed at Jeremy’s thigh until he scratched behind her ears, smiling. Jeremy went to the door and let Mary Anne out in the backyard. Davis joined him and wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s slim waist.

“I had fun today,” Davis said against Jeremy’s back.

“You honestly like my friends?” Jeremy asked, sliding his hands over Davis’s own resting on his hips.

“Yes,” Davis replied honestly. “I do. They’re…unique. But they love you.” Who wouldn’t love you? The word had been banging around in Davis’s head, louder and more distracting than the time a red-tailed hawk had flown through a window in his childhood home.

“They like you, too,” Jeremy said, turning around.

“Well, good,” Davis mumbled against Jeremy’s lips. “Because I like you, too.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jeremy mumbled back, reaching his long arms around and sliding the tips of his fingers into the waistband of Davis’s jeans. Davis felt his cock twitch and knew that it was the night that he needed to ask for what he wanted. Plus, he’d had to suffer the entire day watching Jeremy in those baseball pants, so he deserved something for how he was able to control himself.

“Can we have fun tonight?” Davis said, and Jeremy’s fingers inched lower.

“Fun like this?” The tip of Jeremy’s finger dipped into Davis’s ass crack.

“Fun like we fuck,” Davis said and, like he had hoped, Jeremy’s fingers dug into his ass, and he pressed a hard kiss to Davis’s mouth, forced his mouth open and plunged his tongue inside. “Jer, please. Tonight, can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” Jeremy replied. He pulled back for a second, and Davis watched his clear blue eyes, knew that he was running through logistics. Jeremy may joke that he had never been a boy scout, but he planned like the best of them. “Showers,” Jeremy said definitively.

“Together?” Davis asked hopefully.

“No,” Jeremy said, and Davis was sad for a moment before Jeremy added, “You know that we can’t shower together without one of us ending up on our knees.” Davis huffed out a laugh at the fact. Jeremy continued. “I’m going first, then I’ll start to get myself ready.” He turned around and gave his own ass a suggestive grab, and Davis groaned, his cock already uncomfortably hard in his pants.

Davis fed Mary Anne to distract himself from the sound of Jeremy showering. The water turned off, and he called your turn, and Davis put Mary Anne in her crate. She turned around twice, then dropped into a small ball on the dog bed that Jeremy had purchased last week, telling Davis that he was excited to find one in a color scheme that matched his living room.

“I’ll be back in a bit, girl,” he said to the dog, feeling a bit stupid and a lot excited. “I promise you’ll get to sleep in the bed after we’re done.” Mary Anne, to her credit, gave a canine sigh that Davis took to mean go get some.

Davis showered as quickly as humanly possible, doing everything in his mind not to think of how Jeremy was preparing himself. He used to think about baseball statistics when he needed a distraction from his own libido. RBIs, batting averages, and OBP. But now even baseball reminded him of Jeremy. At this point, what wouldn’t?

Turning off the water, he dried off in milliseconds, thought about wrapping the towel around his waist until he realized that the light friction would be too much. He wanted to last, wanted to let Jeremy use him in the best way, to fill him up until he was begging.

Davis rounded the corner into the bedroom, and Jeremy was on the bed, a large towel laid out on the sheets while he toyed with a teal plug in his ass. Suddenly, teal was one of Davis’s favorite colors.

“Fuck,” Jeremy hissed. “Been waiting for you. I’m starting to open.”

As if Davis hadn’t been hard already, the remaining drops of blood in his body all ran straight to his cock, leaving him incapable of speech. Thank god for Jeremy, the way he liked to run his mouth during sex and tell Davis what to do, and thank god that Davis had experience with this before. Davis walked over and knelt next to the bed, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of Jeremy’s thigh before reaching to Jeremy’s Mary Poppins box of sexual treasures and grabbing for the bottle of lube and tossing a strip of condoms on the bed. Jeremy looked at the condoms and then back at Davis, a subtle question.

“Can we?” Davis asked. “I’ve—” his voice disappeared, and he summoned his strength to bring it back. “I’ve only done this when using condoms.” He circled his fingers around Jeremy’s ankle, his eyes focusing on the place where silicone met skin, reminding himself he’d replace that toy soon enough.

“Of course, baby,” Jeremy said. “But I’m gonna need you to do a little bit more than watch right now.”

“I want to touch you,” Davis said, growing braver by the second.

“Then touch me,” Jeremy said. Davis crept his fingers up the inside of Jeremy’s thigh, watching the way tiny shivers ran through his body in response. He placed his fingers over the flared base of the toy, and Jeremy removed his hand, placing it on his chest. Davis gave the toy a gentle push, watching Jeremy’s face, rotating it slightly, which rewarded him with a moan. Davis felt his arousal down to his toes as he remembered how this worked, the action at once familiar and new. Jeremy’s hand danced across the slight muscle of his chest, idly playing with a nipple as Davis found a comfortable rhythm with the toy, occasionally mouthing at his balls and sliding his lips up and down Jeremy’s shaft, avoiding the sensitive head. He pulled the toy out and slid up Jeremy’s body, kissing him softly.

“Baby, I’m empty,” Jeremy whined. There was no heat in his complaint as he watched Davis give himself a stroke. He reached for the condom, ready to slide it on and slick himself up and slide into Jeremy, but, suddenly brave, he asked for something else. Something that appeared in his mind as he saw Jeremy there, squirming with want, his hole pink and waiting, and the want and desire to prolong this experience for eternity washed over Davis.

Something had shifted between the men, and Davis couldn’t pinpoint the moment, art museum or brewery or baseball, but he trusted. He wanted.

“Can I use my tongue?” Davis asked in a hushed tone.