Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Craig

I hadn't planned on this.

My place was a mess. Unlocking the door with Jamie at my back, I stalled after the tumblers rolled, turned, and gave him a pathetic glance.

"Okay, so, just as a warning I wasn't expecting us to be doing this tonight and I've sort of not picked up in a few days."

He took my face between his hands. "I don't care about throw pillows scattered about or the dust on the telly."

"I love you call it a telly." I loved every word he spoke.

"Whatever, Mr. Hockey. Open the door so we can get naked."

He kissed me soundly. I reached behind me, found the knob, and turned. We stumbled inside, his fingers cradling my skull, my hands coming around him to cup his ass. Mouths fused, we somehow managed to only crack our elbows on the doorframe. Hissing at the pain, we broke apart, snickering for a mere moment before falling back on each other like hungry jackals. His tongue curled around mine as I kneaded his backside through his slacks.

"Good Lord," he panted when we had to break apart so I could find the lights. "I'm this close to coming in my underwear."

I chuckled, gave his ass a good squeeze, and then took a step or two to the left to find the switch. When the room filled with light I saw his gaze flitting about as he drank in the sloppiness.

"Sorry, this is…" I hustled around my living room, picking up empty cans of soda, cheesy doodle bags, a stray sock, and a pizza box. "I have a housekeeper, really nice lady named Doris, but she's on vacation visiting her son in Killington, Vermont, where he's gotten a good job as a legal assistant. She's very proud of him." I stooped to fish some sneakers and a hockey stick out from under the sectional. "Worries he doesn't have a steady girl yet but is giving him until he's thirty-five to settle down or she's going to start looking for a nice girl for him."

"You don't have to tidy up for me, honestly. I live with two children. Chaos and things being tossed about is the norm," Jamie said as I ran about.

"I just feel funny. My mother would chew me out for bringing home a guest to a pigsty. Not that it's that bad, but she would think so. Mom is all about everything in its place. Oh, wait, let me move those." I dumped my armload of debris, sock, and pizza box to the floor by the kitchen and raced over to clear a space on the sofa. "You can sit here. These are just papers from the local dyslexia foundation explaining their goals and hopes for the year. It's taking me a hot minute to get through them all. I told my sister it seems a group working for folks with learning disabilities would be less reliant on written words and use other means of communication. A short video seems like a great way to convey what they want to say, right?"

"You're completely right. Did you want to slow things down a bit?"

I gaped, papers in my hand.

Jamie continued, "It's completely fine if you've changed your mind about taking this into the bedroom."

"No! No, I haven't changed my mind at all. I just…" I let the papers flutter back to the sofa. "I really do want to take you to my bed. I was worried you'd think less of me because of the disorganization. My ex always liked to say that only the ill-educated lived in squalor."

Jamie scowled deeply. "Your ex sounds like an elitist prick."

"Yeah, he was. Still is." I sat on the couch with a huff, my shoulders sagging, the printouts crinkling under my weight. "He's a rotten person. Cruel. Seeing him tonight was a shock. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised to run into him at a jazz club."

Jamie sat beside me after he had tossed some papers aside. He draped an arm over my shoulders, his presence calming.

"I wish you would have mentioned that. We could have met up somewhere else. I never want to put you into a situation where you might feel uncomfortable."

I gave him a wobbly smile. "That's sweet, but I can't spend my life hiding from Leon. He's a powerful lawyer in a huge law firm in LA. He's a social creature. He loves to be out and about, showing how much better he is than the commoners. Moves in big circles, represents movie stars, that kind of thing. I didn't want to make a scene. You were so excited to have me meet some of your friends. The odds that he would be there tonight were slim."

"But there he was. The bastard." He pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Yeah, he was there, and he ruined the night. That's on me, though." I sucked in a deep breath then let it out slowly. "I shouldn't give him that kind of power. I should have marched back to the table, sat down, and kissed you passionately. I swore to myself and to my sister that I would never run from Leon again, that I would face him down, and take back the power that he stripped from me. But the first time I see him I bolt. Shit, I'm such a coward."

"You are not a coward. Hey, listen to me." He moved from beside me to plant his ass on the coffee table, uncaring of the fact his rump was resting on a snack-sized bag of cheese puffs. He rested his hands on my knees, his beautiful gaze grabbing mine and holding it. "You're one of the bravest men I have ever met. Only valiant souls battle through to graduate college then play in a professional sporting league." I made a face. "No, do not belittle your accomplishments, for they are mighty. You're a courageous, loving, kind man who feels deeply. Your ex is a fucking wanker. A foul, rotten maggot that feeds on those he feels are below him to boost his flaccid ego. If he ever gets into your face again, I will punch him in the nose."

That made me grin. I leaned in to press my lips to Jamie's. "You are the sexiest thing when you've got your Brit up. Also, and this is funny in a sweet way, the fact that you the scientist who wears glasses is going to defend me, the hockey player, is making me feel all kinds of fuzzy inside."

He chortled. "Well, I might not be a pugilist, but I will kick the snot out of someone who hurts people I care deeply about. Granted, it might only be one cheap shot then I'll get my arse whipped…"

"They'd have to go through me to get to your arse."

"Speaking of getting to my arse…"

A jolt of desire raced through me. I pushed to stand, Jamie followed, and I offered him my hand. He slid his fingers into mine, the sizzle of his touch just as strong as it had been the first time we'd touched.

I led him to my room. The bed was a tangle of cover and sheets, and a dirty Storm hoodie hung from the closet door, but otherwise, it was tidy enough to invite a lover into. My chest was tight, my balls hot and heavy as I pulled him along to my bed. The window blinds were shut, and the small lamp on the nightstand was off until I reached out to touch the base. Then the room was filled with a soft glow. Jamie didn't look around or judge as a certain someone would have. His attention was one hundred percent on me.

"Let me undress you," I whispered and got a nod. I began with his glasses. Lifting them gently from his nose and then guiding them from his ears, I placed them on the nightstand. "You are the prettiest man I have ever met." I caressed his face, ran my fingers through his hair, and dropped small kisses on every inch of skin I exposed. His chest was pale, with only a light strip of hair leading downward. I plucked each rosy nipple, tasted, and touched the tight buds until he was short of breath. It was divine getting to know his body better. Our last time together had been so rushed—amazing for sure but rushed—so this time I wanted to spend hours learning what he liked and disliked. "Nipple play for the win?"

"God yes, huge win," he gasped.

I gave them both a flick with my thumbnails. He moaned, his hips rolling as he sought friction where there was none. Seeing how hard he was, I shifted downward, kneeling before him as I tugged the zipper on his trousers down, then eased him free of slacks, briefs, and socks. His cock rubbed over my cheek several times, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum. "If you suck me, I will come. I'm too close."

"Then I'll save that for later. I want you to come when I have my cock buried in your ass," I said, rising from the floor to kiss him wantonly. He clawed at my clothes, tugging madly, popping a few buttons in his haste.

When we fell into the bed nude and hard, I caged him, locked my arms, and lowered my head to claim his mouth. He was alive under me, gyrating, his prick bumping mine. My balls drew up in warning, so I slowed things down. I rolled off him, got a groan of displeasure, and then licked a wet path from his mouth to his armpit, his manly scent making it hard for me to keep things dampened.

"Lay on your belly," I urged, and he flopped over with haste. I straddled him, nestling my cock between his ass cheeks, then bent to nip and nibble his spine. His hips rolled wickedly as he ground into the bed. I rubbed his sides as I tasted him from the nape of his neck to the crack of his pert ass. "You're delicious."

"Fuck me, do it now before I lose my bloody mind," he barked as he humped the coverlet. "Do it, ravage my arse."

I would, in time, but I wanted to continue to push him closer to the edge. I wriggled down, resting my ass on his calves, and dipped my tongue into the tempting cleft between his buttocks. His pelvis jerked. He pulled at the covers until the fitted sheet popped off the corner. I licked and laved his crack, gathering spittle on my finger before pushing it between his cheeks. I found his hole. He gasped then whined. I kissed his lower back while easing the tip of my finger into his heat.

"Fuck, fuck, please… ah fucking hell that is so good!" He was so vocal. My cock throbbed with want. All I could think of was sinking into him, but I wanted him loose and ready, so I added more spit to my fingers. He lifted his stomach from the bed, offering his ass to me as if it were a platter of hors d'oeuvres. I pulled a finger out, wet it and its brother, and then pushed two digits into him, all the way in. He cried out when I found his prostate. "More, more… Craig."

There was only so much of this my aching cock could take. I eased free of his body, slapped at the nightstand like a drunken sot, and finally found the drawer. My fingers, still slick from spittle, found the lube. I glanced at my lover and groaned. His tight ass was up in the air, his face buried in my pillow, and his fingers clutching the mattress.

"You are so beautiful," I said as I coated my dick with slick.

"I'm so fucking horny," he replied, making us both laugh.

I moved behind him, took my cock in hand, and slapped his pink hole with my dick.

"Yes, that's it, sweets. Get that into me before I go mad."

"Whatever you want," I replied, then sank into him. His breathing stalled for a moment as I filled him. He inhaled sharply, the intake of air shaky as his body adjusted. Then, because he was the bossiest bottom I'd ever known, he began to roll his hips. Up onto his hands and knees, he went. I guided him back with just a few fingers on his hips. Jamie did the rest, rocking up and then back, his head hanging, his skin dewy with sweat. "You're so tight."

He murmured something I couldn't catch. I began thrusting into him, picking up the pace, pounding away madly then easing out, teasing him, leaving only the tip in. The sight of my cockhead resting in his ass pushed me over the top. I drove into him with a grunt then filled his ass. A hot wash of cum flowed out of him, down over his balls, and I felt his channel tighten, his ass milking me over and over. My cock was so sensitive I had to pull out. I eased back, just a bit, to watch my spunk drip from his nuts to the bed as his jizz mixed with mine on the rumpled sheet.

"Fuck, that is so hot," I said, my voice raspy. I ran my fingers around his rim and then down his sac, catching my spend on my index finger. As he shivered and sighed I pulled out then pushed the cum oozing out of him back inside, deep inside. Jamie cooed at the pressure then collapsed, my fingers falling free of his wet hole.

I kissed my way upward over each bump of his spine until I reached his cheek. He twisted to the side, his face ruddy and damp, and turned his head into a long, sweet, tender kiss that could have gone on forever. I know I wanted it to. I wanted forever with him. I had to believe in the goodness of Jamie's heart. So, I stepped off the proverbial ledge…

"I think I love you," I confessed with a ragged breath. Loving him was scary. The last time I'd given my heart to a man he had trampled it into the ground. I didn't think Jamie would do anything like that, he was different than Leon, I knew that. I had to learn to trust again, or I'd live a life of loneliness.

"And I love you," he whispered, rolling to his side so we could lie belly to belly in the mussed sheets to stare at each other as we made our confessions. "I will cherish you, all of you, everything about you." He pushed a few sodden strands of hair from my brow. "Will you do the same for me?"

"Always. Always. Always." I stole a kiss, then another, and then a hundred more.