A Shock to Your System (Dangerous Creatures #2)

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by Mandy Rosko


  Jamie came quickly, a little too quickly, but there was nothing that could be done about that. He groaned as he spilled into his hand, and he panted as he watched his cum drain away with the rest of the water.

  Jamie it was having trouble catching his breath. The fact that the tiny off-white bathroom was completely filled with steam wasn't helping either.

  He had to wait for the aftershocks to taper off, for his heart to slow down and his limbs to stop trembling before he rinsed himself off. As if he could wash away what he'd just done, or forget about it.

  Jamie took his time in the bathroom, wanting desperately for Ethan to be asleep when he got back.

  Now that he’d jerked off, he had the paranoid fear that Ethan had been able to hear all of Jamie’s tiny moans and sighs in the shower, and he didn’t want to deal with that, with looking at Ethan and wondering if he’d heard, and sort of, kind of, in the back of his mind hoping that Ethan had.

  Jamie got dressed in his dirty clothes, but at least now he didn't feel so grubby. He wasn't as gross as before, so that had to count for something.

  He walked out of the bathroom, forcing the sort of casual air about him that he naturally had whenever he was walking around his own apartment.

  The only difference was that Ethan was here; he was still awake and looking right at Jamie.

  "I was hoping you'd just fallen asleep with the lamp on."

  He really hadn't meant for that to come out of his mouth.

  "Why? Because you were embarrassed about jerking off in the shower?"

  Chapter Six

  Jamie stopped dead. No way. There was no fucking way that had just come out of Ethan's mouth. But Jamie had heard what he'd heard and his brain wasn’t disagreeing with his ears. "What?"

  Ethan winced a little as he pushed himself up. “I could hear you in there. I think you even said my name.”

  Jamie wanted to die. To crawl into a hole and die, vanish from the face of the earth—poof, gone. No more Jamie Holland for the world to see. This was too humiliating. It didn’t matter that he’d been thinking about how hot it would be to have Ethan watching him. Thinking about it and having the man right here confronting him about it were two totally different things.

  "Wait a minute. How the hell did you even know? I wasn't being loud or anything."

  "We're in a crappy motel room with itchy sheets and paper-thin walls. I could hear a colony of ants moving around in there if there were any."

  Jamie wasn't sure that there weren't any in there hiding inside the cracks in the tile or something.

  He was still humiliated, and that brought out his defensive nature. "So what? Everyone does it."

  "I'm not attacking you for it, Jamie," Ethan said. "I was just thinking that you must've really felt you had to, to run in the bathroom and do that."

  "Great. I'm going to bed," Jamie said, and he then tried to pick out exactly where he could sleep as quickly as possible that wouldn't make him look completely undignified or desperate. He'd embarrassed himself enough already.

  That spot by the corner near the heating vent looked all right.

  "Get into bed with me, Jamie."

  For the second time in two and a half minutes, Jamie tensed up. He stared at Ethan with a whole lot of suspicion. “No way.”

  "Don't start pulling this shy shit with me now," Ethan said, making Jamie's heart jump. "We once spent the entire morning naked in your bed. We're both adults here."

  "Yeah, we are," Jamie agreed lamely. As if he had nothing else to say.

  "So what's the problem?"

  "The problem is that it's our last night together and if get in bed with you I'm going to have sex with you," Jamie snapped. “I will totally assault you because I won’t be able to stop, and unless you’re into that, it’s not a good thing.”

  It was true, too. That was exactly what was going to happen because the shower hadn't helped him nearly as much as he'd hoped it would. He'd come in the shower, but now his stupid cock was reacting as if he could have sex all night long. He was hot and bothered like Ethan’s warm, whispery voice had been speaking dirty promises in his ear all night long.

  Ethan just gave him a strange look. "I'm not exactly shy either," he said, as if that should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

  Either way, his words weren't helping Jamie's resolve. "You're recovering from an injury. Lots of them."

  "I'm not talking about putting you in chains and doing any of that BDSM shit," Ethan said.

  "Says the guy who liked it when I cuffed him to my bed and blindfolded him,” Jamie replied.

  Holy kink, Batman. Now that he thought about it, they had quite a lot of sexual history for a couple of guys who hadn’t been together all that long. They were like rabbits, and now Ethan was telling him he wanted him.

  "Jamie, just get out of those clothes and get over here. Now would be preferable." Ethan accented his command by pushing the crappy blanket down his chest before tossing it off his legs. He exposed his body, which was still an excellent sight to behold with the bandages and all. It also allowed Jamie to see the way Ethan’s cock—hard and thick—had sprung up, pointing at Ethan’s stomach.

  Jamie’s breath caught at the sight. It was dark in color compared to the rest of Ethan’s skin, dark curls accenting the length of it, and fuck, Jamie wanted to touch that. His mouth wanted to touch, lips wanted to kiss and suck on it, hearing Ethan calling his name this time.

  “When,” Jamie cleared his throat to make his voice sound right again. “When did you take your boxers off?” They weren’t anywhere on his legs. Were they on the floor on the other side of the bed?

  “When you were in the shower. Are you coming, or what?” Ethan asked, reaching down and letting his fingers curl around the base of his shaft. That sight destroyed Jamie's self control, like cracking glass that finally shattered at the lightest touch. What could Jamie do except listen to the man?

  He stripped out of his dirty clothes again as he walked over to the bed, and then carefully put his knee up onto the mattress before he climbed in next to Ethan.

  ****

  Ethan immediately felt warmer the second Jamie stretched out next to him. Both of them naked, skin touching as Jamie got down on his stomach and looked up at him with that wide-eyed innocent expression, as if waiting for him to do something.

  And fuck, Ethan was almost a hundred percent sure that Jamie had put himself in that position on purpose. The way it exposed the flesh of his back, how his spine dipped when he propped himself up on his elbows, and then there was the swell of the globes of his ass.

  No tan lines anywhere on him. Ethan still couldn’t figure out how he did that.

  Jamie’s hair was still wet from the shower. He pulled himself up to sit down next to Ethan, sitting up against the headboard and pillows, stretching his legs out beside Ethan's.

  Ethan was overcome with the need to touch and taste.

  It they were really going to part ways tomorrow, he might as well give them what they both wanted right now.

  Jamie was sitting right next to him, their elbows were touching, but the man was hardly moving at all. It was like sitting next to a nervous virgin or something, and that was the last thing Jamie was.

  Maybe he’d read this wrong.

  "If you really don't want to do this, there's no pressure," Ethan said.

  "I want to," Jamie said, but then looked about as unsure as ever. "It's just..."

  "Just what?" Ethan asked.

  He reached over and touched Jamie's chin. He had to touch him somewhere, the shoulder to shoulder thing wasn't cutting it for him.

  Jamie's chin was as smooth as ever. He couldn’t grow a beard to save his life, and his eyes got a lot bigger when Ethan touched him.

  "Nothing," Jamie said, shaking his head, and he pushed himself up onto his knees and pressed his pink lips to Ethan's mouth.

  That was what he wanted. Ethan closed his eyes and moaned immediately, though they quickly shot back open again,
stunned when Jamie took the initiative and thrust his slick tongue into Ethan's mouth. The man licked him deep, practically claiming him. Ethan loved it.

  “Mmmm,” Jamie said, a soft sighing noise when Ethan pushed his tongue back, both sliding against each other now. That noise vibrated in Ethan’s mouth, causing a ripple effect that sent shivers down his throat, shoulders, spine, arms and legs, ending with multiple hard throbbing sensations through his cock. He never wanted to push himself inside of Jamie before the way he did right now.

  Ethan needed more. His body was burning, it was buzzing. So much so that he had to break the kiss and look down at Jamie's hands just to make sure the man wasn't accidentally shocking him.

  Nothing. No tiny volts of lightning shot out from his fingertips this time.

  "What's wrong?" Jamie asked.

  God, his breathless voice, and from that one kiss alone, was pure sex. It wasn’t just Ethan’s cock this time. His entire body throbbed.

  "Nothing, come here," Ethan said, putting his hand on the back of Jamie's head and yanking his face forward for another kiss. Their lips were moist and immediately opening for each other. Ethan took the opportunity to slide his tongue against Jamie’s, taking charge this time and showing the man how hardball was really played.

  More of those sweet, helpless noises came from Jamie’s throat, and his fingertips were damn near bruising as he latched onto Ethan’s shoulders and gripped him tight.

  The strands of his hair were still damp as Ethan gripped them, holding the man in place, keeping his mouth right where Ethan needed it to be for him to plunder.

  It fucking killed him that he was going to have to let go eventually. It killed him that even if Ethan let him go, some other hunter was going to come along and catch him. It would happen eventually. Paranormals who were put in the wanted registry were always caught sooner or later.

  Ethan moaned when Jamie removed his hands from his shoulders and slid them down his chest, fingertips brushing against Ethan’s already hard nipples, flicking them gently before pinching hard.

  The sharp pain shooting through his body magnified the pleasure he was receiving, just from the kissing and nipple play alone. This was a lot slower than the previous times they'd been together. Their romps had always been fast and fun, a lot of smiling and talking even through the panting and moaning. He was pretty sure that wasn't about to happen here.

  This was definitely going to be their goodbye sex.

  Ethan leaned closer. He was about to roll himself on top of the other man, intending to pin him to the bed, but he didn't get very far before his stitches pulled. He hissed from the pain and immediately tensed up.

  "Ethan!" Jamie said, pushing him back a little. He could clearly tell that the hissing and tensing wasn’t from the pleasure of his touch anymore.

  “I’m fine.” Ethan was having trouble just listening to his own voice as he waited for the throbbing heat to turn down a notch. Fuck!

  "We shouldn't be doing this. You should be resting."

  Jamie tried to get out of the bed, probably to grab the first aid kit and then never come back, but Ethan whipped his hand out and snatched the man's wrist just as his feet touched the ugly carpet.

  "Don't even think about it," he said through his teeth, and then he started to get control of his voice as he glared up at the other man. "You're not going anywhere."

  Jamie's dark blue eyes widened at him, and he tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was stronger.

  Maybe that was just because gripping anything to dull the pain seemed like a good idea right about now.

  "Ethan,"

  "I'm fine," Ethan said. "My stitches aren't ripped. I just moved too fast and it surprised me. It doesn't even hurt anymore."

  At least that part was sort of true, but he wasn’t about to let a little hot throbbing in the wrong place ruin this. Not now, no damned way.

  Jamie bit down on his bottom lip. Ethan watched as those teeth nibbled. There was no way Jamie knew just how sexy that could be and how much Ethan always wanted to do a little biting and nibbling of his own in that exact same spot. "I don't know. Any other time...but after what happened in the woods…”

  "What happened in the woods is exactly the reason why I need you right now. Don't say it's not the same for you," Ethan said.

  That really was part of the reason, but it was a mix of everything. Ethan nearly died and nearly lost Jamie in the same day. That created a sort of urgency inside of him, one that said how much he needed the other man and needed him now. He was almost a hundred percent positive that Jamie felt the same.

  It was clear that he did when Jamie settled back down on the bed.

  "I guess we just have to be more careful," Jamie said. There was no hint of any playful smile on his face.

  Yeah, this was definitely goodbye sex. He wished that thought wouldn’t feel like a punch to the gut every time it crossed his mind.

  Ethan leaned back on the pillows, sitting up with their help and the headboard, but then he frowned and stared down at himself. He couldn't imagine how good he would be when he was mostly expected to just lie here. "How the hell am I supposed to touch you like this?" he asked. "Thank God my arms are fine."

  Yeah, thank God for at least that. Allison hadn't touched his arms, his face or feet, and Ethan had to keep reminding himself that he was going to be fine in a couple of days. He was just a little on the stiff side right now.

  "So, it's only your upper legs and thighs that I need to avoid, and part of your chest," Jamie said. "She only cut you there twice."

  "Only, he says,” Ethan replied with a snort, but he still smiled up at the man as Jamie's face became lightly dusted with pink. At least he was smiling back.

  "Sorry, but we can still do this," Jamie said with that good old determination Ethan loved so much back in his voice. Nothing was better than when Jamie took something for a challenge.

  The man kept his dark blue eyes down on Ethan’s hips, right where the head of Ethan’s cock touched his bellybutton, as if having some silent debate with Ethan’s erection.

  Jamie reached out with his hands, sliding his fingertips along the flesh of Ethan’s hips, curling along the grooves of muscle, down his pelvis, touching him in a way they hadn’t touched each other before.

  It was slow and all kinds of sensual. Ethan could only recall feeling so good when Jamie had blindfolded him that one time.

  It was a slow mapping of his hips, and Ethan’s body began heating up again in all the right ways.

  It did more than that when Jamie licked his lips, giving his plump pink mouth a nice sheen before he leaned down and pressed that wet mouth to the dark head of Ethan's cock. He jumped when the crown was immediately taken into that warm space, and the pleasure overshadowed any pain he might’ve felt for that sudden movement.

  "Oh, fuck," Ethan said, letting his head fall back as he gasped and panted over the artist-quality work that was being done to him. Jamie bobbed his head up and down, using his palms to grip onto what his mouth could not yet reach, until he suddenly could, and he took Ethan all the way to the hilt.

  “Nnngh!” It was too fucking good. Jamie's lips and tongue slid up and down the base of his cock, and it was almost too much too soon with the way his orgasm swelled inside of his cock and balls, behind his stomach and in his lower back. Ethan clenched his fingers in the sheets and his toes, fighting it as he was pushed to the edge of that cliff.

  He swore it was like he hadn't had sex in months, much less a few days. He shouldn’t be about to come so fast. It was all Jamie’s fault because he’d gotten Ethan all hot and bothered by calling out his name while getting himself off in the shower.

  Ethan reached down and put his hand on the soft, damp hairs on the back of Jamie's head. He always loved the whiter patches that were mixed into the sandy strands, and he was nearly transfixed by them as he encouraged Jamie to take him deeper into his mouth and hold that position. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

  Ethan turned his star
e away from his hands on Jamie's head, to Jamie's mouth, his lips, stretched around his cock, and then to Jamie's eyes.

  The man was looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. It seemed he was paying careful attention to Ethan's reactions, as if making sure he wouldn't hurt him.

  Even Jamie's hands were on Ethan's hips, staying well clear of any of the bandages that were wrapped around his body.

  The suction of his mouth was gentle. This wasn't as hard or rough as Ethan knew Jamie could be, and Ethan realized all of a sudden that this was why he wasn’t coming yet.

  Jamie might’ve pushed him to the edge as fast as possible, but now he was doing his best to hold Ethan there, not allowing him to proceed.

  "I'm not fucking made of glass, you know," he snarled, half-tempted to push Jamie's head down even more, but he didn't want to choke the man. "Stop messing around down there and suck me off already."

  Jamie's eyes flashed. Had Ethan just seen some of that electricity inside of them? It almost looked like lightning flashing in storm clouds.

  Then Jamie tightened his lips, and he hollowed his cheeks, as the suction became that much more powerful. Ethan opened his mouth, threw back his head and moaned a sound that couldn’t have possibly come from him. His head fell back a little too hard and conked against the headboard behind him.

  He didn't care. He didn't feel that pain. He didn't feel any pain at all, just the throbbing in his cock and balls from the desperate need to come. His hips moved on their own accord, pushing forward and back, and watched his shaft slide deeper into Jamie’s mouth before retreating. Then he did it again.

  He was going to miss Jamie so fucking much that it hurt. The pain from his wounds didn’t even feel as bad as this. That pain was like a paper cut compared to this.

  Ethan arched his back as every muscle inside of him tensed up. The pleasure had built and built just behind his belly until his body couldn't contain it anymore, and he exploded everything that had been rising up inside of him.

 

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