by Treva Harte
That warm, suctioning mouth.
Cole paused for a moment. “You’re hung like a bull, Jake. How come you’ve never tried putting that monster in me?”
“You didn’t wait long enough for me to get around to it.” Jake tried to answer coherently.
More, damn it. More action, less talk.
“That will have to change. Starting tonight.”
Shit. Cole did have a way with words, though. Jake could feel the blood heading for his cock at the idea. Cole went back to sucking hard. Harder.
God, Cole’s mouth was a place he could get used to staying in.
But could he?
Jake put his hand over Cole’s hand and squeezed even harder. Faster. Heat flickered and then boiled through his body. Cole’s head bobbed and Jake gasped, “Gonna ‑‑”
Cole didn’t back off. So Jake shut his eyes and let go. Mouth, cum, Cole. Hot. So hot. Perfect.
God. Cole. Cole was fucking perfect.
Cole gradually, ever so gradually, loosened up and slid away. Even with the last of his cum trickling out, Jake realized he missed the contact.
Cole broke the long silence.
“I wish I could have swallowed.”
Jake tried to laugh. “Bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Never wanted to say it to anyone before.”
Jake reached over and smacked Cole’s ass, hard enough to get his attention. “Cole.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not sure I’m gonna say this right because my brain isn’t all back yet, but ‑‑ listen, there’s a reason I was in the Army. I’m loyal. You must’ve had that, too, right? With your squad or your clusterfuck or whatever it’s called in the fucking Navy. You stuck with them. They watched your back, and you watched theirs. That’s how I am with my friends.”
“And with your lovers?”
“I never had any. Not really. Never found one who wanted to be loyal to me back.” It was the best he could do without actually asking.
“You ready to find out, Jake? Because I am. I thought about nothing else all week, waiting to see you again.”
The doorbell rang before Jake could think of the right thing to say.
* * * * *
Friday and the gang was here. Jake wasn’t sure if it was the old routine or the mind-melting blowjob he’d just had, but he’d never felt more relaxed in his life.
He didn’t talk. Fortunately, no one expected him to be the life of the party, even when he hosted. Cole was hustling around, putting the food on the table, and Jenni was making sure everyone had chairs.
He felt like patting the countertop in front of him. It was turning out to be his favorite place in the apartment. Instead, he just draped himself over the kitchen counter and sipped his beer, watching the group in front of him.
It looked like Adam squeezed Chris’s ass when Chris was arranging the cups. Chris just gave Adam a sidelong glance and a half-smile.
Good job. If anyone could take the stick out of Chris’s butt, it was Adam. Adam would at least have a good time looking for that stick.
“Happy, Jake?” Jenni kissed him on the ear. “You’ve got a big grin on your face.”
Jake thought about it. Was that what this loose, warm feeling was? “Seems like. How about you?”
“Seems like for me, too.”
“So Morales is a keeper?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m not counting on him to stay. It doesn’t matter. Isn’t that how you work your relationships? It’s good for now, and that’s plenty good enough. Right?”
“That’s all right for me.” Probably. “That doesn’t make it all right for you, Jen.”
“It feels all right. And, by the way, you and Cole look sweet together.”
“Sweet, my ass.”
“I didn’t ask about your ass, Jake.” Jenni laughed and turned to look for her new lover. There he was, right at her side, as if he’d been waiting for a sign from her.
Jenni took Morales’s hand. They looked good together. Sweet, like she’d said about him. Good God.
Naw. Forget sweet. She was relaxed. She was smiling. A real smile. Morales was good for her.
This could work.
Luis whispered to her and then turned his head. He stared directly at Jake.
Damn, the man was pretty.
Jake raised his beer bottle in a silent salute. If there was a little twinge, it wasn’t a bad one. He’d survive not satisfying his curiosity about Morales.
Luis gave him a half-smile and didn’t look away.
What the hell was Morales thinking?
“Jake?” Cole spoke behind him.
Luis turned back to Jenni. Jake turned his head to look at Cole. It didn’t matter what Morales was thinking. What mattered was what they all did next.
He loved them all. Each one of them. That didn’t mean he had to fuck them all. Or at least it meant he was going to stick to fucking one at a time.
“I’m staying tonight?” Cole took the bottle from Jake’s hand, just brushing his fingers against Jake’s. Almost like holding hands.
“As long as you want.”
He might stick to fucking just one for a long, long time.
“Good.” Cole finished the last swallow of beer in one long gulp and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’ll take you up on that. Pack a bag or two. Stay the weekend, maybe.”
Jake put his hand on Cole’s hip, in a not-quite embrace. “You can stick around until you get tired of me.”
“You willing to wait that long before you kick me out?” Cole looked oddly tentative.
“Got nothing better to do right now.”
“Jake! Hey, Jake!” Adam yelled. “Jenni wants to know if you and Cole are going to be showing up next Friday with some better beer than this.”
“I didn’t say that, Adam!” Jenni protested.
“Sure. We can do that.” Jake didn’t stop looking at Cole. “Make sure all the food gets upscaled too, if we have to get better than this.”
For once, he could read Cole. There was lust and hope and more on the man’s face. Something good. Special. Something meant just for him.
Damn. All this time he’d been priding himself on his honesty, and he’d been lying his ass off to everyone. Cole was the one who had told the truth, even when it wasn’t convenient. So was he telling the truth now about what he wanted from Jake? Could Jake believe that?
He heard Jenni’s voice off in the distance as he stared at Cole. “I don’t know about upscaled, but it’ll be spicy. Luis promised to cook. He only cooks spicy.”
All right. Why not be direct about what he wanted?
“No problem.” Jake stepped forward and, for the first time in his life, gave his lover a kiss in front of his friends.
THE END
Treva Harte
Treva Harte lives near a city with many, many attorneys. Thanks to Loose Id and her writing, she is now able to be a recovering attorney and spends her time writing, editing, raising adolescents, taking care of an elderly mother, and dealing with a hyperactive husband (he says he's just very energetic.) She is also co-owner and Editor-in-Chief of the e-publishing company Loose Id.
She and her husband both like writing in whatever time they have left, so they often fight over ‑‑ sorry, since he is still a practicing attorney they NEGOTIATE ‑‑ keyboard time. No wonder Treva’s particular brand of sensual romance is a bit offbeat and usually mixed with fantasy.
