by Mandy Rosko
He came, biting down on a groan, into Jamie's mouth.
The man was caught off-guard for only a second, at which point Ethan felt guilty for not warning him what was on the way, but then he recovered like a star player and swallowed everything down. Jamie shut his eyes as his lips, tongue and cheeks pulled every last ounce of pleasure from Ethan’s body, not stopping until he was spent and his body was a melted pile of something soft and squishy. He couldn’t think of a word for it right now.
This was about when Ethan remembered something so important that he nearly forgot all about the wonderful buzz that was cancelling out the pain of his wounds. "Fuck, Jamie. Condoms. We didn't use any—"
"I trust you," Jamie said, quickly and quietly.
Ethan was taken aback by that. "Really?"
Jamie sat up, leaning away from Ethan's still hard cock, as if he needed some space from it before he continued to lick and suck on it. "You told me you're clean, and I believed you. Besides, there aren't any condoms in this room, and I really want to do that."
A swell of affection ballooned inside of Ethan's chest, and he reached his hand out and touched Jamie's cheek. He opened his mouth, but then caught himself before he could spill that affection at the worst possible time in the world.
No use in saying those words when they were going to be done by morning. It would just make this harder.
The problem was that he couldn't think of what to say after that, and Jamie just stared at him, waiting.
Fuck. Say something!
"Y-you should probably go and see if there's a machine or something where you can get some. Don't these places usually have something like that?"
Though Ethan hadn't seen it, considering the look of the room he was in, he wouldn't be shocked if there was a condom dispenser in the lobby.
"Oh! Right, sure. I've got some change so I'll just go...are you sure you can handle anymore?"
Ethan's eyes widened and then narrowed. "I hope you're joking," he said. "I'm insulted. I'm not even close to being through with you."
Jamie continued to stare at him for a few seconds before he caught Ethan's sarcasm, smiled, and then leaned forward for a quick and eager kiss.
Ethan had always enjoyed kisses like that after his partner had just finished going down on him. There was something a little extra intimate about it, and Jamie had never been shy.
After what they’d done, Ethan could especially taste himself on the man’s lips.
He would miss this so damned much when he couldn't have it anymore. He missed him already when Jamie pulled back from their kiss, leaving Ethan aching and wanting so much more.
Not done. He wasn't done yet.
"I'll be right back," he said, and then bounced off the bed, got dressed in what had to be record breaking time, and then all but flew out the door.
"I'll be waiting right here," Ethan called after him.
Chapter Seven
It was easy enough for Jamie to find the dispensers and get the condoms he needed. They came out in packs of three, which was convenient, and although there weren’t any little bottles of lubricant, he was pretty sure there was something in the bathroom of their motel room that could be used as a replacement.
He sure as hell wasn't about to ask the kid behind the counter where to get some. That would be just too creepy and weird, and Jamie was supposed to be keeping a low profile anyway.
Also, creepy and weird, that part warranted another mention. Ugh.
The kid looked pretty engrossed in whatever he was watching on his small TV. He didn’t even seem to notice that Jamie had stopped by and stuck a few coins into the machine.
Jamie rushed out of the lobby and back to his and Ethan's room. It was on the first floor since he hadn't wanted to drag his bleeding sort-of ex-lover up the stairs to a room. He might as well shout to the world that he had an injured hunter with him if he lugged a guy Ethan’s size up those stairs. Not such a great idea.
When he got back to the room, he hurried and locked the door before looking at Ethan as he stripped out of his clothes with all the enthusiasm he had the first time Ethan told him to do it.
Ethan smiled back. Despite the fact that Jamie’s blow jobs were awesome, that look in Ethan’s dark eyes said he knew he was getting laid, not just a blow job.
Of course, that described most times they were together.
"By the tiny package in your hand, I'm guessing you got them?"
Jamie held up the condoms and wiggled them between his fingers. He was feeling excited and playful, just like he was every time they were together before. This might be any other time. He could almost forget about what was coming in the morning.
He tossed the little packet onto the bed, within easy reaching distance of Ethan's hand. “WaitrightthereI’llberightback!” he said quickly as he rushed into the bathroom, searching for the little bottle of hand lotion that he thought he saw right over...there it was!
He grabbed it and came back out of the bathroom. Ethan had already separated one of the condom packets from the other three, and he was tearing open that packet with his teeth when Jamie climbed naked onto the bed.
When Ethan pulled out the condom, Jamie took the latex from his hands, and then pressed a kiss to the man's mouth as he slid it down Ethan's cock.
He was half hard again already, and Jamie stroked the length of him, slow and steady, wanting to encourage that reaction as he kissed the man, swallowing moans that made his own erection throb between them, and wanting so much more than that.
"Fuck yeah," Ethan said against his lips, and his hands came up and around the back of Jamie's neck, rough fingers playing with the fine hairs that grew there and giving Jamie more of that shivery feeling he liked so much.
He tensed up at the touch and jerked away without intending to.
Ethan stared at him, clearly confused. "What's the matter?"
For a hair of a second, Jamie had thought Ethan was going to try and grab him to put a shackle around his neck, which was both paranoid and stupid since Ethan clearly had no shackles on him. Those kids had taken all of his weapons.
"Nothing," Jamie said, shaking his head and pressing forward for another open mouthed kiss.
He wasn't going to ruin this with stupid paranoia. He wasn't going to ruin this!
Thankfully, even if Ethan didn’t believe him, he didn’t press for more answers than that. He allowed Jamie to kiss him, to kiss away his own stupid fears before he pulled back.
"How should we do this?" Jamie asked, thinking of how many ways they could have sex without irritating Ethan’s wounds.
And there were so, so many ways that came to mind. A thrill of pleasure shuddered through him. Totally not helping his erection which was straining now, pulsing and desperate.
Little Jamie was complaining that he wasn’t getting enough attention in this word battle.
Ethan’s growl was dangerously low, and sexy. A sexy growl. Wow, he really was in heaven. “I’ll stay like this, and you are going to climb into my lap and ride my cock.”
Jamie’s mouth dried up like desert sand on Mars. No water to be found. “Ride your cock?”
“Yes,” Ethan said. Were his eyes glinting or was that just Jamie imagining things? “Slowly, circling your hips, and then hard and fast.”
Jamie shivered. Ethan knew Jamie loved it when he got all commanding in bed. “That works.”
Ethan had clearly already planned this out real quick inside of his head. Jamie wasn’t complaining in the least. In fact this was an area where he preferred to keep his mouth shut and let Ethan command him all he wanted.
Unless, of course, Ethan demanded that he open his mouth. Jamie was definitely all for that too.
Jamie opened the tiny bottle of hand lotion and poured some of it into his hand. He hoped this would last. He tested it between his fingers and it seemed all right.
"If you're going to do most of the work then I want to take care of that," Ethan said, reaching out and snatching the bottle from
Jamie's hand. He’d moved so fast Jamie couldn’t react to it. It had almost been as fast as a strike of his electricity. "Come up here."
Another shudder hit him, but he did as he was told. On his knees, he shifted closer to the other man, until his own hard cock was almost right in front of Ethan's face.
"That looks uncomfortable," Ethan said.
"Very uncomfortable," Jamie replied, and he put both hands on the back of Ethan's head and pulled him closer.
Ethan didn't need to be told what to do. He wet his lips, opened his mouth and took Jamie in all the way to the root.
Jamie bit down on his lips and threw his head back. “Mmmm!”
The heat of his mouth and the slick sensation of his soft tongue were fucking amazing. It was the kind of attention he should only be receiving in a fantasy he used in the shower with his right hand, because nothing should feel so damned perfect.
Jamie sighed again as his cock was worked on. He throbbed and ached in ways he hadn't before while Ethan’s tongue swirled around the shaft. Ethan knew exactly what to do. In the short amount of time they'd had before this happened, he's already learned what Jamie liked the most.
Ethan was a quick study like that.
Ethan moved his mouth back and forth even as his slick fingers reached between Jamie's crack, searching for his pucker, and then pressing his blunt finger against it. First one and then another.
“Ethan,” Jamie said, choking on his name as though he was the one with his mouth full. He so wanted this. The room was suddenly way too warm but it was great. He pushed out as Ethan pushed his finger inside, and he moaned as he felt it breach him.
"You like that?" Ethan asked before he got back to what he was doing.
"F-fuck, yeah," Jamie said.
He was being played with on both sides. What was to not like?
Again he pushed back against the intruding fingers, sighing and gritting his teeth against the burning sensation he felt, but there was almost no pain, just the familiar and patient stretch. Ethan was that good.
Even though Jamie had just had an orgasm not too long ago, he already felt another one building within him. His cock pulsed in Ethan's mouth, and his balls were starting to tighten and lift up into his body. He had to pull back from the man's lips even though it was the last thing he wanted.
Good things came to those who waited. Well, even better, mind-numbing pleasurable things came to those who put up with a little teasing first.
"I'm ready," he said, panting now. “I am definitely ready.”
Ethan smiled up at him. "Yeah, you are sort of squeezing my fingers."
Jamie laughed at him, and then pulled back. When Ethan's fingers were no longer inside of him, he felt incredibly empty.
"Hold still," Jamie said, carefully arching his leg over Ethan's hip. He watched the man’s bandages and was careful not to touch any of them.
"I'm not that bad, Jamie," Ethan said. "This won't exactly be fun if I'm lying here like a corpse."
"A very warm corpse who doesn’t know when to keep quiet,” Jamie joked, and when he was straddling Ethan's hips, he made sure to keep himself from touching the man until he looked all around himself, making absolutely, positively sure that he wouldn't come into contact with any of the bandages.
Ethan frowned up at him, snorting. “Keep quiet, says the guy who never shuts up.”
“And you love me for it,” Jamie said.
On the inside, he screamed and yelled at himself for letting something as stupid as that slip. In his panic, the only thing he could say or do that would cover up his words was keep right on talking. “Though you do look pretty good now. All you needed was some food, apparently.”
“Food and sex,” Ethan growled, his strong hands tight on Jamie’s waist, blunt fingers pressing into his skin.
He was probably pretending that Jamie hadn’t just let that slip. Regardless, Jamie was happy.
“You gonna do something, or just stare at me?” Ethan asked.
Jamie tensed, caught. He shook his head and turned his nose up. “That’s the last time I ever think you’re pretty,” he said.
“So long as it gets us both laid faster,” Ethan replied.
Jamie shook his head. “Fine, fine, impatient,” he said, and then reached down and took hold of the base of Ethan's cock, positioning it at his entrance.
Ethan stopped his complaining about Jamie's babying him when the crown of his dick touched Jamie's hole, and Jamie let himself sink down.
The bulb popped through his stretched muscle, and there was the initial discomfort that came with it before it melted away. Jamie sighed as he sank down, down, down, until he was completely seated.
Ethan’s body was tense. Jamie worried about what that would do to his wounds before the man released a sigh, relaxed, and opened his eyes. Like a balloon that was letting the air out and deflating.
“Fuck," Ethan said with a sigh, and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. Then he was tightening up again.
Ah, holding back an orgasm. That was tough.
The man's entire body was tense and tight. Then relaxed. Then tightening up again. His hands were strong as they gripped Jamie's hips, which was almost enough to make him forget that his lover was injured.
"Move, Jamie, fuck, move," Ethan demanded, glaring up at him as if the hold up was insulting.
"I'll move alright," he said, and then shifted his hips, grinning down at the man and enjoying every hitched breath that left his throat. "I'll just tease the hell out of you while I'm at it."
"You won't do that," Ethan said, grinding his teeth. Jamie was having trouble looking away from his Adam's apple as Ethan breathed and swallowed. He wanted to put his mouth on it. "You never had the patience."
“Aren’t you the one who said you wanted me to tease you? Go slow?” Jamie asked, arching his spine backwards, knowing how much Ethan enjoyed the sight of his skin stretched out like that.
He was barely containing the secret that he was enjoying this a little too much, that he wanted to just slam his hips down and slap their flesh together and just be done with it because the pleasure was too damned good. Too damned tempting to ignore for long.
Still grinding his teeth, Ethan spat out, “I changed my mind. I’m handing you over to the collectors.”
"What?" Jamie demanded, and on the next downward thrust of his hips, his prostate came into contact with Ethan's cock, and Jamie had trouble keeping his eyes from falling shut.
“You’re lying,” Jamie said, glaring at the man and not too sure whether jokes like that were Kosher. But, what they were doing felt too good to stop, so his thighs continued to work, and he moved a little harder, barely faster, but enough to tease and to punish.
Ethan’s chuckle was throaty, and sounded almost evil considering what they were doing. “You heard me. I’ll let them come in here and put you in a pair of shackles.”
“Why, so they could watch while we do this?” Jamie asked, canting his hips harder, circling them slower.
His plan didn’t exactly work because the choked noise of pleasure came from him and not Ethan.
He heard Ethan's chuckle perfectly. “See? Told you. You've never had any patience.”
“Were you playing games with me?” Jamie asked. Sweat was beading on Ethan’s brow now. With the heat, Jamie wouldn’t be shocked if there was a shimmer of moisture on his face, too.
“Of course I was,” Ethan said, his hands guiding Jamie’s hips, a hitch of breath and a groan coming from his mouth right before he growled and his expression turned serious. “I’ll never give you to them.”
Jamie believed him, but he couldn’t afford to get sentimental. The risk of getting all emotional while they were having sex was already too much without adding in words that felt like fists slamming him in the chest. “That’s a shame,” Jamie said in a panting voice he didn’t expect. “I’d kind of like you to put me in shackles. We could give the collectors a show.”
“A short show,” Ethan teased,
his own words choppy. “Y-you always wanted to come as quickly as possible. I was always the one to get your impatient ass to slow down so you could h-have a better orgasm."
"Yeah," Jamie moaned, and against his will his hips started to speed up.
Ethan chuckled. "See? Y-you can't control yourself."
This was exactly how they used to be. When had the atmosphere changed so quickly from sad goodbye to a happy hello?
He was glad for it.
"W-wasn't agreeing with you," he said.
"Yes you were," Ethan said, and he threw his head back into the pillows when Jamie ground his hips down harder on the man's cock just to shut him up.
Ethan was right. Of course he was. He almost always was and that was annoying at times, which was the only reason why Jamie was giving up so fast right now and just conceding to what his body wanted. He sped up his hips, pushing back and forth at incredible speed and then slamming back down. Ethan wasn't supposed to be moving, but he was. His fingers were probably going to leave bruises all over Jamie's hips as he pushed him up and down even harder.
"Oh God!" Jamie said. He grabbed onto his cock and stroked himself fast as his orgasm appeared again. Right there. Just a little more.
Jamie looked down into Ethan's face, and their eyes just locked onto each other.
Jamie loved him so damn much. He choked on the feeling inside of him and he needed to kiss him. He fell down onto his elbows, pushing against the itchy sheets and the tough pillows. He pressed his mouth down onto Ethan's warm lips. Their teeth and tongues clashed, the stubble of his beard scratched. He was going to have red scratchy marks later.
Good, he thought, something to take with him when this was over. If only to have a piece of Ethan with him for a couple of days, it was worth it.
Ethan's hands left Jamie's hips to hold onto his face. His touch was gentle as his fingers slid back into Jamie’s hair. Electricity sparked through him as it always did when he rose to these heights, and for the first time, he didn’t think he could hold it back.
