by Andria Large
He had no idea it could be like this. He glanced up to find Tripp watching him. Tripp then grasped the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. He moaned and opened his mouth to Tripp, whose tongue darted inside, in search of his. The kiss was devastating and life changing, at least for him. It was rough and demanding, and Tripp was taking what he wanted, and Jayme let him.
His hands found Tripp’s naked hips and clutched them. The feeling of them rolling beneath his grasp did crazy things to him. His orgasm built quickly, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Tripp dragged his lips down to Jayme’s neck, and bit and nipped at the sensitive skin just under his ear. He lost it and he cried out as he came all over Tripp’s hand. Tripp grunted and then moaned, and Jayme could feel Tripp’s cock pulse against his own as he came too.
“Well, that was better then getting off alone,” Tripp quipped.
Jayme snorted.
“Hand me the tissues,” Tripp murmured.
Jayme reached for the side table and grabbed the box of tissues. Tripp took a few and cleaned up his hand as best as he could before climbing to his feet. Jayme couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautifully naked man standing in front of him. Tripp was gorgeously built, all long, and lean, and cut. He watched his muscles shift under his skin as he wiped himself down.
“I can’t believe you brought that guy here.” He huffed.
“His place was too far.”
Jayme snarled. Not liking the thought of Tripp and that guy together.
“You’re not going to see him again, are you?” he asked.
Tripp’s gaze lifted to his. “Depends. Are we done fighting this thing between us?”
He sighed in defeat and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
“Thank fucking Christ.” Tripp grunted then walked his gloriously naked ass into the kitchen to throw out the tissues.
Jayme cleaned himself up, then pulled his underwear back up. He hoped he was making the right decision. He hoped that things didn’t get fucked up between them. He liked having Tripp as a friend and partner. He didn’t want that to get messed up.
“Stop thinking so hard.” Tripp smirked as he walked back into the living room.
He flushed. “Sorry.”
“Stop worrying. We’ll take this one day at a time and see where it goes. Maybe we’ll sleep together a few times, and it’ll fizzle out. We can go back to being just friends if that happens. No emotions will be involved.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“All right. I think that’s enough excitement for one night. I’m heading to bed,” Tripp said, then yawned. He stretched his big body out, then gathered up his clothes and headed up the stairs without another word.
Jayme sat there for a few more minutes, going over what had already happened in his mind. He had his first experience with a guy. It was hot as fuck. He wanted more. More of Tripp. Maybe Tripp was right, maybe they’d sleep together a few times, get it out of their systems, and that would be it. He had a feeling that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t see himself getting tired of Tripp. He guessed only time would tell. In the meantime, he was going to chill and let things play out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jayme
JAYME TRUDGED down the stairs in just a pair of gym shorts. Someone was knocking on the door at eight in the morning on his day off. He didn’t know if Tripp was up or not, but he was tired of the banging. He yawned and raked a hand through his hair, as he unlocked and opened the door.
Standing on the porch were two women, both blonde with honey colored eyes that matched his partner’s. They looked like mother and daughter. He figured it was safe to assume they were Tripp’s mother and sister. They smiled brightly at him.
“Hi! You must be Jayme! I’m Tripp’s mom, Donna,” the older woman said, and stuck out her hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Jayme replied, shaking her hand.
“I’m Elianna, Tripp’s sister. And this is Tripp’s nephew, Noah,” the younger one said, motioning to the baby in the car seat she was carrying that he didn’t even notice before.
He shook her hand too. He then stepped aside and motioned for them to enter. “Come in.”
“Sorry for barging in so early, but it’s Tripp’s birthday and we’re here to make him breakfast,” Donna said as both her and Elianna held up bags of food.
He frowned. “It’s Tripp’s birthday?”
“Yep, turns thirty-one today,” Donna chirped and headed for the kitchen.
“Never mentioned it to me,” Jayme grumbled.
“Jayme, will you be a doll and go wake his ass up for me?” Donna grinned as she went about unpacking the grocery bags full of food, while Elianna took the baby out of the car seat.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He left the kitchen and went upstairs. First to his bedroom to grab a shirt, then to Tripp’s room to wake him up. Jayme walked into his partner’s room to find him sprawled out on his stomach, bare ass on full display. One leg was pulled up so that his knee was level with his hip. Tripp’s sheet was covering his other leg, and his head was shoved under his pillow.
Jayme’s stomach flip-flopped. His mind drifted to last night and how Tripp fisted both of them. If Tripp’s mother and sister weren’t downstairs right now, he’d be crawling up onto that bed and doing some more experimenting.
He walked over to the bed and gave Tripp’s ass a swat. “Hey. Wake up.”
Tripp mumbled something as he shifted around, then lifted his head out from under his pillow. His hair was an absolute disaster, and his eyes were barely cracked. “What?” he rasped.
“Your mother, sister, and nephew are downstairs making you breakfast for your birthday. Thanks for telling me it’s your birthday, by the way.”
“My mom, sister, and nephew are downstairs?” Tripp asked sleepily as if he didn’t quite understand.
“That’s what I said.”
“My birthday?”
“Apparently so.”
“Shit.” Tripp dropped his head down to his pillow and groaned. “Why so early?”
“No fucking idea. But get your ass up and come downstairs.”
Tripp pushed up to his elbows and rubbed his face roughly. “I’m coming.”
“That’s what he said.”
Tripp chuckled.
Jayme left Tripp and headed back downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find Donna and Elianna cooking away at the stove. Donna glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. She was a pretty lady with shoulder length blonde hair, and a heart shaped face. She had the same dimples as Tripp. Tripp was the more masculine version of his mother.
“Is he getting up?”
“Yep. He’ll be down in a few.”
“Great. Do you have any orange juice in the fridge?” she asked.
“No.”
“Darn. Tripp loves orange juice and I forgot to grab some.”
“I can run to the store. It’s only a few minutes away.”
“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all,” he said. “Be back in a few.”
Just as he walked by the stairs, Tripp hit the bottom step. “Where you going?”
Jayme glanced over his shoulder before grabbing his keys and wallet from the small table next to the door. “To get some orange juice.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can manage without it.” Tripp insisted.
“It’s fine. It’ll be my birthday present to you since I didn’t know it was your damn birthday,” he said pointedly.
“I’m sorry. It kinda crept up on me. I forgot.”
“Mmm hmm. I’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
Jayme hopped in his truck and headed to the store which was only a few minutes away. The parking lot was basically empty, with only a few cars this early in the morning. It should be a quick in and out. He wandered down toward the cold section where the orange juice was located. He glanced down the aisles as he passed. He came up short when he saw two familiar faces down the c
hip aisle. His soon-to-be ex-wife, Mallory, and his best friend, Brendan.
What the hell were they doing here? Not only this early, but were they together? Jayme walked down the aisle toward them. Brendan tossed a bag of chips into what appeared to be Mallory’s cart.
“Hey,” he said as he approached.
Both their heads whipped around to stare at him. Brendan hid the shock better than Mallory did. Was something going on between them?
“Jayme! Hi!” Mallory exclaimed, a little over-enthusiastically.
“Hey,” he replied, his tone clipped. Was Brendan messing with his ex-wife behind his back? “You guys are here awfully early.”
“I stopped in to grab some milk, and I ran into Mallory. Stopped to say hi,” Brendan explained.
“Yeah. And you know I always come to the grocery store early when no one is here,” Mallory said.
That he did know. “Okay, for a second there I thought you two were here together,” he said, eyeing them suspiciously.
“What? No!” Mallory said, shaking her head fervently.
Jayme looked back and forth between the two of them, still not sure if they were lying to him or not.
“What are you doing here so early?” Brendan asked.
“It’s Tripp’s birthday and his mom and sister are cooking breakfast, but we were out of orange juice. It’s apparently his favorite.”
Brendan looked at him funny but didn’t say anything. He knew what Brendan was thinking. Brendan was thinking that the rumors were true. Well, they kinda were now. Oh well.
“All right. I’m gonna go,” he said. “See ya’ll later.”
“Bye, Jayme,” Mallory said.
She seemed to be doing okay. He hadn't seen her since they filed for divorce. He didn’t know what to expect from her. He didn’t know if she’d be upset to see him or not. She seemed like her normal self, maybe she didn’t take the divorce as hard as he initially thought.
“I’m gonna go grab milk. See you guys later too,” Brendan said and walked away in the opposite direction from Jayme.
Jayme made his way to the orange juice, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He wasn’t convinced that something wasn’t going on with those two. It would be kinda fucked up if Brendan was making the moves on his ex-wife without asking him first. He wasn’t sure he would care if they got together, but he didn’t want it done behind his back.
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Tripp
“Tell me about Jayme. Are you two seeing each other?” his mom asked.
He sat at the table with a cup of coffee and the six-month old Noah in his lap. “What makes you think that?”
Donna glanced over her shoulder at him. “He seemed...I don’t know...put out, I guess, when he realized he didn’t know it was your birthday. I thought maybe you were more than friends.”
“It’s...complicated. We just started messing around. He’s never been with a guy before, so...”
“He’s never been with a guy before?” his mom replied.
“Nope. He was married to a woman, they’re in the process of getting divorced,” he said.
“Because he realized he was gay?” Elianna asked curiously.
He barked out a laugh. “No, no. That’s not why. They had other issues.”
“Is he gay?” Elianna frowned.
“That’s what we’re in the process of finding out,” he muttered.
“Bi-curious?” Elianna offered.
“Yeah, that’s a good term for it,” he agreed.
Just then the front door opened and closed, and a moment later Jayme walked into the kitchen with the orange juice. Tripp cocked his head at the almost troubled expression on Jayme’s face.
“You okay?” he asked his partner.
“Yeah,” he said as he put the orange juice in the fridge. “I saw Mallory and Brendan at the store.”
“Together?” he squawked.
“Well, they said they just bumped into each other, but I’m not convinced.”
Tripp frowned. “Would you care if they got together?”
“I don’t know. I’d at least like my best friend to come and talk to me about it first. That’s what’s bothering me the most. If they are together, why hide it from me?”
“Maybe they don’t think you’d approve?”
“What if I didn’t? At least they wouldn’t have to sneak around.”
“I don’t know, man,” Tripp muttered, shaking his head.
Jayme went and got a cup of coffee before sitting down next to him. Noah reached over and grabbed Jayme’s arm, then smacked it for good measure. Jayme stared down at Noah, a hint of a smirk on his handsome face. He knew Jayme didn’t want kids, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them, right? Tripp picked Noah up and set him in Jayme’s lap. Jayme stiffened, but placed his hands under Noah’s arms to hold him so he didn’t fall.
“Tripp. I don’t do babies. Take him back,” Jayme said hoarsely.
“You’re fine. Just hold him so he doesn’t fall off.”
Jayme swallowed hard. Tripp realized Jayme was scared. “Tripp, really. Take him back. I’ve never held a kid in my life.”
“First time for everything. You’re doing great.”
Noah didn’t seem to mind, he just babbled away, ate his fist, banged the table, and kicked his stubby little legs.
“Don’t torture the poor guy, Tripp.” Elianna snickered.
“He’s doing great. If he can handle an alligator, he can handle a baby.” He grinned at Jayme, who was giving him a death glare.
He draped his arm around the back of Jayme’s chair and leaned in, so his nose brushed Jayme’s cheek.
“You look sexy as fuck holding a baby,” he whispered.
Jayme turned his head, his nose bumped Tripp’s. “You know what would be even sexier?” Jayme asked quietly.
“What?” he replied, his lips twitching because he already knew the answer.
“You getting this baby off my lap.”
He chuckled and put Jayme out of his misery by taking Noah back. Jayme blew out the breath he seemed to be holding, and physically relaxed. He held Noah up so that his little diapered butt was resting on his forearm. Noah’s hand found Tripp’s mouth and he pretended to eat it, making Noah squeal and giggle.
“And you thought I looked sexy?” Jayme chuckled softly. “I think you’ve got that in the bag.”
Tripp smiled. He had always liked kids. Never thought too much about having them though. It wasn’t something he needed, but maybe one day it would be nice with the right person. That person wouldn’t be Jayme though, because he was adamant about not having kids.
Donna and Elianna finished up cooking, then brought everything over to the table. They all dug in and had a relatively nice breakfast.
After breakfast, Jayme insisted on cleaning up so that Tripp could spend some time with his family; which was real nice of him. Tripp would thank him properly later.
“How have you been feeling, Elianna? Have you been taking your meds?” he asked quietly, rocking the sleeping Noah in his arms.
“I’m doing great, Tripp. I’ve been religious about my meds,” she replied. “I think these are finally the right ones.”
He sighed in relief. His sister was diagnosed with major depression a few years back and had struggled to find a medication that worked for her. He worried everyday that she’d end up like their father, who killed himself when Tripp was twenty-five. His dad suffered from depression also, and never found anything that worked for him. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided that the best way to end his suffering was to end his life.
Tripp was scared to death that his sister would find the same fate. However, she said she was doing well and was on her medication. The only thing Tripp could do was believe her and support her when she needed it.
His mom, sister, and nephew only stayed for another fifteen minutes before leaving. Jayme had gone upstairs to shower after doing the dishes. He wondered if Jayme was still naked. He took the stairs two at a time and
stopped in front of the closed bathroom door. It sounded like Jayme was done in the shower.
The bathroom door opened just as he went to open it. Jayme jolted in surprise. “Jesus Christ, Tripp.” His hand pressed over his heart.
He grinned. “Sorry,” he murmured as his eyes raked hungrily over Jayme’s bare torso.
Jayme hummed. “Sure, you are.”
He stepped into Jayme, backing him up until he bumped into the sink. Jayme stared at him, wide eyed, his lips parted. Jayme’s breathing picked up as he realized what Tripp was up to. Yeah, Jayme wanted this, he was sure of it. He leaned in and kissed Jayme softly on the lips. He lingered for a moment before slowly kissing his way down to Jayme’s chest where he tortured his nipples for a minute. Jayme dropped his head back and moaned, his hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly.
He continued his decent, kissing and licking his way down the hills and valleys of Jayme’s abs; until he reached the knot holding the towel around Jayme’s slim hips. Jayme’s cock tented the towel, and he couldn’t help the smile that curled his lips. Jayme could never deny that being with a man didn’t turn him on, this was proof otherwise. Tripp tugged the knot loose and let it fall to the floor.
He ran his hands up Jayme’s muscled thighs, to his hips where he gripped them; digging his fingers in. Jayme’s breathing hitched, spurring him on. He dragged his tongue along the underside of Jayme’s cock, until he got to the swollen and leaking head. Jayme hissed above him, his knuckles turning white where he held onto the counter. Tripp swirled his tongue around the head, before taking it into his mouth. Jayme cursed long and low.
Tripp took his time, dragging out Jayme’s pleasure. His partner writhed above him, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He shoved his hand into Tripp’s hair, and clutched the strands for dear life. Jayme flexed his hips in time with the rhythm that Tripp set. Jayme was coming undone, and Tripp loved that it was because of him.
“Tripp.” Jayme warned.
He hummed and doubled his efforts. Jayme shouted, his hand tightening painfully in Tripp’s hair. He didn’t mind though, he always liked a little pain with his pleasure. Jayme came down his throat a moment later, Jayme’s body jerking and twitching. He continued to suck Jayme, until Jayme was pushing him away because he was oversensitive. He sat back on his heels and smiled up at Jayme.
