by AG Meiers
When Sven opened his front door, the cabin was lit by a brightly burning fire and was comfortably warm. A surge of pride rushed through him and he grinned.
“Jayden, you here?”
There was a mumbled reply from the bathroom, and then the door opened and Jayden came out. Sven almost lost his step at the sight in front of him. A low curse escaped.
Jayden was wearing his faded, ripped jeans low on his hips together with a black mesh shirt that clung to his body like a second skin—the flat disks of his nipples visible. Sven let his eyes roam over Jayden’s face. His hair, still damp from his shower, was brushed out of his face. His eyes looked huge, and it took Sven a second to realize that he must have used black eyeliner.
“Wow.” The word came out as a gasp.
Jayden’s face lit up with a brilliant smile, and his dark eyes sparkled. Sven’s heart missed a beat. God, the guy was something else. Somebody should make it his life’s mission to ensure Jayden always smiled. Every second of every day. It wasn’t a ray of sunshine, but a whole supernova of light brightening all of Sven’s world.
“Too much?” Jayden’s voice was low and husky and sent little shivers through Sven, who was still staring. Jaw slack. Drooling. He couldn’t stop taking in every inch of Jayden’s body. Jayden was stunning. Graceful. Almost exotic.
“No.” Sven’s voice sounded just as rough as Jayden’s. He closed the gap between them in two quick steps and managed to mumble, “You’re fucking beautiful.” Right before his mouth crashed down on Jayden’s soft lips.
This time everything was different. There was no half-asleep fumbling in the dark. This time, they were both fully aware of the electricity swirling through the air and their mind-blowing attraction. Jayden kissed with abandon, and Sven tasted every small whimper and moan. Their bodies pressed together, hard cocks grinding against each other through layers of fabric. The friction sent sparks across Sven’s body.
He gently tugged at Jayden’s T-shirt. “Too many clothes,” he whispered. His fingers itched to feel naked skin. He hadn’t planned to rush, but within seconds he had Jayden naked. Then he simply picked the younger man up and dropped him onto the bed. Sven’s manhandling didn’t seem to bother Jayden one bit. Judging by the way his eyes were bright with lust, he clearly was enjoying the passion-filled impatience.
Damn. Sven had to get a hold on his raging desire or this would be over too fast. With a superhuman will, he stepped away from the bed to add more wood to the fire, giving himself a minute to breathe.
The rain had started up again and was drumming a slow rhythm on the roof. Jayden had scooted to the middle of the bed. His hands were on his dick, but he wasn’t stroking himself, just touching. Sven lost the hard-won restraint with one look at his lover sprawled out on his sheets. He ripped off his sweater and shirt and crawled into bed. He ran his hands over Jayden’s thighs, the skin hot and smooth under his touch.
“When I touch you . . . it’s difficult to stay in control . . . You’re so . . .”
Sven didn’t finish his sentence; instead he pressed his face against Jayden’s neck and shoulder and planted wet, open-mouth kisses on his skin. Tremors ran through Jayden’s body. He let out a guttural moan and pushed into Sven’s touch. So good.
Suddenly Jayden’s hands were on Sven’s belt, struggling with the zipper as Sven’s cock strained against the front of his pants. When Sven reached down to help him, Jayden brushed his hand away.
“Let me.” Jayden pushed and tugged them both around, and suddenly Sven was flat on his back, and Jayden was crouched above him. His lover’s bossy impatience made Sven’s heart soar.
When Jayden finally managed to unzip Sven’s pants, his dick sprang free. He gasped, “Oh God . . . I want . . . Sven, I . . . Can I?” Without waiting for an answer, he stroked his thumb across Sven’s head, already slick with arousal. Keeping his eyes on Sven, Jayden pulled back his hand and licked the pre-come off his thumb—Sven nearly lost it right there and then. Jayden bent down and put his lips on Sven’s dick. Oh God. His tongue swirled over Sven’s flushed head, and he slowly sucked him deeper.
“Baby, I’m gonna come if you keep this up.”
“No,” Jayden breathed out hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”
A low growl was the only response Sven could manage. He kicked off his jeans and dug for condoms and lube from a box under his bed. Jayden moved up a little more into the center of the bed. He closed his eyes and let his legs fall apart to make room for Sven, who crawled back between his thighs. He tensed slightly when Sven pushed his legs farther apart, probably from the vulnerability of his position, so Sven leaned forward to put a soft kiss on his lips. “I won’t hurt you, Jay, I’ll go slow. Relax.”
Kissing and touching like this outdid every single one of Sven’s fantasies of the last few days. He let his hands wander over naked skin. Stroking. Caressing. Then he drizzled lube over his fingers.
Jayden gave him an impatient tug. “I want this. I want you. I’m gonna die if we don’t . . . Please, Sven, don’t stop . . . I want—”
Sven carefully entered him with one finger, and Jayden’s words turned into a garbled mess of moans and whimpers.
“Ah, yeah, off switch . . .” Sven whispered against Jayden’s thighs. He kept kissing and licking his way all over Jayden’s skin as he gently worked a second digit into Jayden’s body. Whenever Jayden tensed, he stilled, giving his body time to relax. Then, he kissed Jayden’s neck and shoulders while he continued to open him up with slow strokes and twists.
“Christ, you’re so tight.” Dave had been Sven’s last lover—broad shoulders, mountains of muscles, unbreakable—but Jayden’s slender form, the softness of his skin, and hint of vulnerability that seemed to cling to him, did a number on Sven. The protective instincts he’d been feeling toward Jayden suddenly kicked in again.
Sven didn’t want to mess this up, didn’t want to ruin it by moving too fast or pushing for too much. “Maybe we should . . .”
“Don’t stop, please, Sven. I want you. Please.” The raspy, breathless pleas were accompanied by his reaching hand trying to stop Sven’s retreat. Jayden certainly looked like he wanted this. His face and neck were flushed, and sweat glistened on his skin. His cock was hard, curled against his lower abs. His chocolate eyes were dark and dilated. Sven drank in the sight, but still hesitated. He searched Jayden’s eyes for final reassurance and encountered heated passion.
“You’re so beautiful. I . . .” Sven whispered.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me if you stop now. No, actually, I am gonna fucking kill you.” Jayden was cursing. Jayden never cursed.
Before Sven’s sex-muddled brain could come up with a response, he was pushed over. Jayden crawled on top of him and wrapped his hand around Sven’s dick, working him with rough strokes. Sven let out a deep, rumbling groan. Goddamn! He grabbed on to the sheets to ground himself.
Jayden quickly reached for the strip of condoms on the nightstand. His hands were shaking as he opened the package, but he managed to get it over Sven’s hard length.
“You’re giant. Everything about you is fucking giant.”
Sven chuckled, “Thank you . . . I think?”
Jayden gave him a nervous smile, and not for the first time Sven wondered how much experience Jayden had.
“Sven?” Jayden sounded worried. Anxiety dulled the desire in his eyes. And then it hit Sven. He had it wrong. This wasn’t about experience. Jayden expected to be rejected. Expected to fail. To be not good enough. Not wanted. Sven’s heart twisted, because nothing could be farther from the truth. He had never wanted another man as much as he wanted Jayden in this moment.
Sven pulled him close into a kiss, and when they came up for air, he whispered, “Jay, do you trust me? If I promise not to stop, will you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you . . .”
Sven searched the bed to find the lube he’d gotten out earlier, and then with one fluent move, he flipped them over and pushed Jayden onto his back
again. Jayden let out a little yelp of surprise.
“I’ve wanted you under me since the first moment I saw you.”
Sven crawled over him and pressed his erection against Jayden’s heated skin, leaving no doubt about what he wanted.
“You drive me crazy with your curls, your sunshine smiles, and your soft, smooth skin.”
Damn, this being-vocal thing was tougher than Sven had imagined. He sounded cheesy as hell, but the flush on Jayden’s skin and the way Jayden was melting into the sheets below him suggested that he was on the right track, and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d erased any doubt in Jayden’s mind.
He pulled a pillow over and lifted Jayden’s ass. “I’m gonna take my time to get you ready, and then I’ll fuck the hell out of you. Been dreaming about this.”
“Yes, Sven, please, yes.”
Sven bent lower and kissed the way down Jayden’s heated skin. He nuzzled the bare skin around his dick and nearly lost it. His shaved pubs just did it for him. “Goddamn, baby, so hot,” Sven whispered before he sucked Jayden’s dick to the back of his throat. The strangled scream was all the encouragement he needed. He anchored Jayden with one hand while he gently fondled his balls and slowly slid farther back to breach his hole again. When he felt the muscles around his fingers relax, he added a third.
Jayden’s body jerked. “Sven, stop, please, I’m gonna . . . Need you, please, want . . . you. Now.”
“I want you too, baby. You’re good?”
“Now!”
“Pushy.” Sven chuckled.
He pulled Jayden into another kiss and then whispered, “Open your eyes. Look at me . . .”
Jayden complied while his fingers clawed into Sven’s shoulder, and he let out a needy moan when Sven slid into him.
“Oh God, Jay.” Sven should probably slow down and give Jayden more time, but he couldn’t stop. Jayden’s tight heat just felt too good. When he bottomed out, Sven strained to allow Jayden a moment to adjust, but when Jayden’s legs wrapped around his waist, he started to move.
He raised his upper body and thrust faster until he was plunging into Jayden over and over. His vision blurred. Lust pooled in his balls, tightening—it would be over too quickly. He wanted to draw out the moment, but he was too far gone. His orgasm barreled forward. Jayden moved with him, meeting his thrusts with his arms around Sven, holding him close. The heat of Jay’s skin, sweat, and passion swirled his own need higher and higher. Then his body went taut, and he cried out, unable to hold on to his release any longer.
When he came back to earth after an eternity, he was slumped over Jayden’s body. His weight was crushing his lover into the mattress. “You okay, baby?” he mumbled against Jayden’s soft skin. He pushed himself up to give Jayden a little more space. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard and so embarrassingly fast.
It took a while for his breathing level out again. Jayden still hadn’t moved or responded though. His eyes were closed, and Sven could feel shivers running through his body.
“Oh, fuck. You came, right?” He slowly tried to pull out, but his coordination was still shot. Jayden gave some kind of garbled reply, and his arms snaked tighter around Sven. His eyes finally opened, and he let out a low sigh followed by a slightly lopsided smile. His dick still buried deep inside Jayden, Sven leaned in for a drowsy, sloppy kiss.
Once Sven had somewhat recovered, he took care of the condom and got a towel from the bathroom. He was stupidly relieved to find jizz all over the two of them. Yes. Jayden had let go and lost himself in their love-making.
Sven dumped the towel, added wood to the fire, and crawled back into bed. The low crackles from the fire filled the cabin. Jayden still hadn’t said anything and had barely moved. Now, he turned to his side, his huge, dark eyes on Sven. I could lose myself in these eyes.
“That was . . . nice.” The low, husky voice sent chills all over Sven again. Jayden gave him one of his wide grins. There was a teasing sparkle in his eyes, and a low giggle escaped.
“‘Nice’?” Sven said with mock outrage.
“Okay, maybe a little better than nice,” Jayden conceded. “Want to do it again?”
Sven laughed. He playfully hauled Jayden’s slender body closer to his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around him. Sven loved the golden glow of the fire on Jayden’s hair. He gently brushed some errant strands away and pressed his lips against Jayden’s forehead. Jayden let out a small sigh and snuggled closer.
This was perfect. How did I ever live without this? This feeling of belonging and happiness. With Jayden tucked tightly against him, staying in the closet for so long suddenly seemed stupid. It was well past time to give up his pretense of being straight. And somehow the thought of coming out didn’t bother him as much as it used to. Things would get difficult, especially if he wanted to work in forestry or logging again, but he was probably done with that, anyway. He’d given up his last job without a second thought. There was so much more satisfaction in writing.
Pressing another kiss against Jayden’s forehead, he was ready to admit that Jayden’s lean frame and brown curls streaked with gold were Sven’s kryptonite. Any resistance futile. Together with expressive dark eyes and his quirks, Jayden was deadly.
“Sven, do you?” Jayden’s head came up and his brown eyes looked worried. Sven had been so lost in his own thoughts, he couldn’t even remember the question.
“Do I what?”
“Well, want to do it again? I mean . . . what we just did?” A hint of hesitation and insecurity had crept back into Jayden’s voice.
“Yes, baby, I definitely want to do you again.” Sven winked and Jayden snorted, but his arms came around Sven’s body and locked tight.
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For the second time since he’d arrived in Cold Creek, Jayden woke up before Sven. The forester was lying next to him snoring softly, and Jayden was plastered against his back. Relaxed and happy, Jayden simply enjoyed the solid warmth of Sven’s body. The fact that Sven was the little spoon was kind of funny.
His dragon tattoo was right in front of Jayden’s nose, and there was enough light coming through the small windows to make the intricate swirls and bright colors visible. He bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from tracing the lines with his tongue.
When he shifted closer, the subtle pain in his ass brought back memories of last night. Sven had been so good to him. Tender, generous at first, and once he let go, Sven had rocked his world. Not that Jayden had a ton of experience, but sex with Sven was better than anything he’d done before. It was different, special. They’d awoken in the middle of the night and made love again. His whole body shuddered when he recalled Sven’s slow strokes deep inside of him while he’d gently kissed him all over. And Sven’s weight pressing him into the mattress had made him feel safer than he’d felt for a long time.
Still, Jayden couldn’t help but wonder if Sven would go back to hiding in his office all day. Or worse, what if Sven wanted to talk about their future together? About arranging further visits? There would be questions Jayden couldn’t answer.
Completely unwanted reality started to intrude into Jayden’s warm cocoon of pillows, blankets, and smoldering memories. It was day eight. Only three more days, and then he would have to get out. He needed an exit strategy.
After last night, it would have to be drastic and ugly. He was going to have to hurt Sven. And with that thought came guilt, shame, and frustration. Not for the first time, he wished things were different. That he wasn’t a complete fake. That there was no money involved. That he and Sven had a shot at something real.
Jayden tried to wrestle down his sadness. He didn’t deserve a guy like Sven, anyway. Maybe there had been a time in his life when Sven could have looked at him and seen someone he could fall in love with, but now, if he knew the truth—if he knew the real Jayden, he’d kick him out in a heartbeat. Jayden closed his eyes, rubbed
his temple, took a deep breath, and tried to hold on to his mom’s constant advice. “Stop overthinking. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Sven stirred slowly and turned over to face Jayden. His face was mushed up from his pillow, his short hair standing up on one side as he gave Jayden a sleepy smile.
One smile and Perfect Match was forgotten. All of Jayden’s doubts and concerns evacuated his mind. All that mattered was the man lying next to him.
Without a word, Jayden lifted up the blanket and crawled down Sven’s naked body. He licked and kissed his way over the soft fur of Sven’s chest, nipping playfully at Sven’s nipple, which elicited a low growl and an almost frantic tug at the blankets. The cabin was still cold, but Jayden helped Sven untangle himself from the quilt and the sheets.
“Jay, baby . . .” Sven whispered. Jay. Sven had called him that most of last night. It was as if he’d given him his own name. It made Jayden feel different, special.
Jayden’s gaze roamed over Sven’s exposed body and gorgeous cock. His cheeks flamed, but he nudged closer to Sven’s erection. Couldn’t resist a quick taste, so he licked the small drop of pre-come off the tip. Spicy flavors exploded across his tongue. It was positively wicked to suck Sven off in the bright morning light of the cabin. Jayden explored Sven’s shaft and balls. Soft kisses. Probing licks. He just couldn’t get enough of Sven’s taste and smell.
Moans morphed into curses and lust-filled demands. “Jayden, stop teasing. I need—”
“No, my turn.” Jayden circled Sven’s thick cock gently with his hand while he licked the sensitive skin just underneath the head.
Sven moaned Jayden’s name over and over. He spread his legs farther. Jayden looked up at his sprawled-out Viking: Sven’s hands clawed into the sheets and a sheen of perspiration made his muscles glisten in the low glow of the first morning light. Pride surged through Jayden. He was doing this to Sven. He was turning his strong Norse god into a sweaty mess.
Sven hissed in frustration. “Are you taking a break or what?”
