Both men watched, following the popcorn’s course and then glanced up into one another’s eyes at the same time. Dean’s lips lifted at one corner.
“Got any more hidden away in there?”
Jay swallowed. Dean liked chocolate, but he didn’t love it the way Jay did. Dean preferred popcorn. “I-I think so,” he managed to utter.
A motionless, silent moment existed between them and then Dean moved so suddenly and fast, a thrill containing both fear and excitement seized Jay in an unforgiving grip. On his knees facing Dean, he didn’t quite know how it happened, but the next conscious thought came when he found that he was on his back, his feet now pointing in the opposite direction, his body in a line beside the sofa with Dean’s body in a longer line above him. Fingers rummaged in his clothes and it both hurt a little and tickled, so that he couldn’t keep from gasping and laughing.
Sure, dexterous fingers undid his buttons and pulled the shirt open. “Let’s see what we can find in here, shall we?” Fingertips played along his collarbones and then into the hollows of his armpits, making him wriggle. The only place more ticklish than under his arms was his feet.
“Don’t,” he managed to gasp out, just before those fingers assaulted him. Dean hadn’t tickled him for years. Now an almost evil glint lit those eyes.
“Nice to see some things haven’t changed,” Dean growled out. “Oh, look.” He stopped, picking up a piece of popcorn between his thumb and index finger. He must have found it caught in his armpit.
“You’re not ...” Jay started to say when Dean popped it into his mouth. He watched Dean chew and swallow, taking far too long over it.
“Salty,” Dean said. “I wonder if that’s the popcorn or just you.” He winked. “Shall I find out?” He started to lower his head and didn’t stop until his mouth came into contact with Jay’s skin. Jay gasped, arched, bowing his body, opening his legs, allowing the other man to settle in against him, all without conscious thought. This way, he effectively helped Dean pin him to the carpet without meaning to do so. Not that he cared when a hot tongue licked along one of his clavicle bones, moving to the center of his neck and then to the other side.
It never ceased to surprise him that they kissed. In his experience, many straight guys found the idea of two guys kissing worse than fucking. Yet, Dean kissed him so thoroughly, it left Jay with no choice other than to believe it when Dean said he just liked kissing in general. That was all very nice, but this ... the privilege of feeling Dean’s hot relentless mouth against his skin was beyond exciting. It felt better than it had a right to feel. It made him weak, pliant. He closed his eyes and slumped against the floor, leaning his head back to expose his neck in a long line. If they’d been animals, he supposed this position was the ultimate sign of submission. He didn’t care. He offered up his throat and body both for Dean’s enjoyment.
That tongue continued to travel, licking across to the other clavicle, then up the side of his neck to his ear. Dean paused and Jay heard the sound of crunching in his ear. Apparently, his friend found another piece of popcorn.
That hot mouth travelled in a reverse direction, and then altered course, nibbling along his chin. The strangely sensitive way Dean did this shook Jay to the core. When he made the decision less than an hour ago to enjoy this while it lasted, not in any scenario he imagined did he see Dean performing this slow, precise seduction. He lay subdued, passive, undergoing an exploration that, although connected to sex, also spoke of the cosy companionship of lovers. Jay never needed to shave more than once a day and he could go forty-eight hours without it being too noticeable, but although he’d shaved that morning, Dean must feel the rough texture of a day’s growth under his tongue. He didn’t seem to mind. Lips nibbled his chin and Jay closed his eyes, letting it happen. Eyes shut tight, he gave himself over to the sensation, wanting to remember it always. Only when the mouth moved up and captured his lower lip, biting gently on it, did his eyes spring open. The blue pool of Dean’s eyes was so close, he could barely focus on them. Only as Dean pulled back, tugging on Jay’s lip a little before he let it go, did Jay finally see how dark and unforgiving that gaze appeared. A few days ago, the expression on Dean’s face frightened him, but no longer. Now he recognised that look for what it was, and he welcomed it. That, all too serious stare, meant pleasure.
Now, Dean’s mouth left a wet trail down the very centre of his throat, moving over his Adam’s apple and lingering on it. Again, the thought that if they were animals this was the part where he might get his throat torn out, entered Jay’s mind, especially when Dean’s teeth latched on and pressed a little. The man moved on, tongue flicking out to press wet heat into the dip of his throat before moving down to his chest. He moved almost agonisingly slow, not deviating a millimeter, until he reached a spot just above his abdomen. Then he moved in a direct horizontal line to the side, all the time licking, not even nibbling or sucking.
Jay heard more crunching from off to his right side. Dean must have picked up some popcorn stuck in the rumbled fabric of his shirt. He wanted the garment off completely, but couldn’t make himself move to accomplish it. He didn’t want to do anything that would make Dean stop.
The mouth returned to his skin lower down, working its way along just above his hip. This time it sucked as well as licked.
“What have we here?” Dean murmured and Jay looked down the length of his body to see those blue eyes staring intently at his belly button. Dean’s head dipped, tongue emerging, swiping into his navel. He not only proceeded to eat the kernel of popcorn he discovered, but he then went on to lick and clean any leftover crumbs. Jay arched, writhed, gasped and moaned, heat travelling straight to his testicles. His cock had lain semi-tumescent, the pleasure soft and gentle up to this point. Now it changed, and he grew hard in an instant. Lying over him, Dean surely felt that, with that erection pressing against Dean’s chest and part of his stomach.
Movement catching his attention, Jay looked down again. He watched those eyes move from staring intently somewhere lower, sliding slowly up his body to his face. Once, he’d considered Dean’s gaze could look like a chilly day. Now the sight heated his blood instead of cooling it.
“There’s more trapped down here,” Dean said, the sound rumbling out of his throat like a purr. Once more, Dean dipped his head, shifting down and turning his body as he did so. That hot, wet, tapering, muscular, soft, fleshy organ worked its way in under the waistband of his jeans, searching, scooping and flicking out popcorn, sending Jay’s nerves into frenzy.
Oh, sweet heaven. If Dean could work even half that magic with one of his nipples ...
“You asking?”
Dean’s voice sounded full of amusement. Jay blinked stupefied at the ceiling, then at Dean. “What did I say?” he asked.
Dean grinned. “Just nipple.” Jay swallowed, struggling to believe he’d spoken aloud, let alone chosen that word to say. Something must have shown on his face for Dean’s grin grew broader and then the man’s gaze flicked to the coffee table. Going to his knees, Dean pulled off his shirt and then indicated for Jay to sit up. Leaning over, Dean helped Jay remove the garment. It meant Jay’s face brushed against the heat of Dean’s chest. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he did. The guy smelt all male, masculine, but there was also the peculiar background scent of popcorn, sort of toasty, buttery, and salty all at once.
Unable to help it, Jay slid his arms around Dean’s hips. As the man moved, it brought his ear in line with the other man’s navel. He caught a strange sound, the same one you found if you held a shell up to your ear and people associated with the sea. He closed his eyes, believing he could hear the blood surging through Dean’s body, life beating, pulsing just under the surface, or maybe, he just wanted to believe it. Either way, he still wanted to press his ear to Dean’s chest and listen to his heart beating within his ribcage.
As Dean pushed at his shoulders, and laid him back down, Jay went willingly enough, but his hands touched every inch of skin they co
uld reach on the way.
Chapter Ten
“I think it’s time for something sweet.”
The look in Dean’s eyes said that maybe he considered Jay tasted sweet enough, but much to Jay’s surprise, Dean snagged the box of chocolates and brought them down to the floor with them. On one elbow, he studied the selection card with all seriousness. Choosing one and grinning as he did so, he snapped it up in his fingers, set the box aside, and then, pinning Jay to the floor with his weight, he turned his attention to Jay’s chest. Gaze flickering from left to right, he seemed to struggle with the choice. “Now, which one?” he asked, still sounding serious. His gaze remained ruthless, but the twitch of his lips gave him away. He might even have been okay if he hadn’t looked up into Jay’s eyes. As Jay stared back, Dean burst out laughing at whatever he saw there, making Jay laugh with him. Then as the laughter trailed away, his expression changed. It now looked both mischievous and evil. Resting his chin on Jay’s chest, he said, “You choose.”
Wanting the game to continue, whatever Dean had in mind, Jay said, “The left one.”
“Good choice.” He shifted into a more suitable position. Instead, of closing his mouth over the nipple as Jay expected, however, Dean set the chocolate against his lips. From where he lay, Jay could see that tongue slip out to lick it, wetting it, the heat of Dean’s full lips and warm, cavernous mouth melting the chocolate. Obviously satisfied when it melted enough, Dean licked the sweetness from his lips as he took the morsel to Jay’s nipple. The sensation of being assaulted with confectionery made Jay’s skin tingle, his heart race, his balls tighten, and it wasn’t the feel of the sweet against his skin, but the sight of it, of Dean’s intent gaze totally caught up in the moment. A newscaster began to read off the Cricket scores Dean wanted to hear, but by the look on his face, Jay could tell the man had completely forgotten about them. The voice became a background drone as, having anointed Jay’s nipple with chocolate, Dean cocked his head on one side to study his handiwork, before lowering his head and closing his mouth over it. He paid as much attention to removing the chocolate as he paid to putting it on there.
By the time he finished, Jay twisted and struggled beneath him, unsure if he wanted to get loose, or just needed to offer up more of his body to that wicked tongue. His nipple looked ripe and swollen when Dean moved off it. A strangled plea escaped Jay’s lips as Dean looked from one to the other as though in comparison. The other, right one looked just as hard, but not so rosy. Apparently, Dean didn’t think that was good enough. He set to applying the chocolate.
“Please,” Jay whined out, not sure what he actually asked for. Escape, he definitely needed to escape, but ahhhhhhh, damn it, holy shit and praise be ...
Only when Dean broke contact, letting the nipple pull from his mouth with a resounding plop, did Jay gulp in oxygen and realise he’d raised his legs and wrapped them around Dean’s hips. Fighting against the solid beat of pleasure, he shifted his head enough so he could look at Dean’s eyes. The ice melted, he knew not when, but now the clear sky of Dean’s eyes looked languid. His lids drooped and hooded his gaze, but did nothing to distil the warmth in his eyes.
“I’m not finished,” Dean whispered out, so quietly that it took Jay a moment to decipher the words. At once, Dean scooted down his body. Jay looked down just in time to see Dean bite into the chocolate, split it, and let the contents pool into his navel. Most of the chocolates in the box varied from white, milk and dark. The assortment also contained some with a few nutty centres or softly whipped chocolate fillings. The one Dean bit into was the only one with a true contrasting flavour. The bright pink liquor of the strawberry filling oozed out to pool into middle of his belly. Dean tossed aside the gooey mess that was all that was left of the chocolate, into the bowl with the popcorn, and then set to work licking out Jay’s navel.
He must have cleaned it ten times over when he stopped, by which time, Jay squirmed and shrieked beneath him and Dean took to laughing.
Damn! The larger man was laughing so hard he actually started coughing. Frustrated, turned-on, desperate and despairing, Jay took it into his head to get a little revenge. He grabbed Dean’s right hand, the fingers still smeared in chocolate, and partly pulling the arm up, partly curling over, he managed to get the tip of Dean’s index finger into the warm embrace of his lips.
Dean stopped laughing. The sound cut off so abruptly, it made the noise of the television break in as a sudden, horrid intrusion. Ignoring it, Jay set to work sucking on that finger, working it over his tongue, deeper into his mouth, into the back of his throat. Dean stopped fighting, even moved his fingers together to help as Jay worked his way over them, and then finally, took two in his mouth. Only then did he look into Dean’s eyes.
The man watched his mouth at work, but when Jay flicked his gaze up to his face, the movement obviously caught Dean’s attention. They stared at each other as Jay bobbed his head up and down in an unmistakable rhythm.
“Where’s the lube?” Dean rasped out.
Letting the fingers slip out of his mouth, Jay gasped, “In the bedroom, where it always is.”
Dean skirted back and then returned to lean over him again. “Don’t you go anywhere,” he instructed, and then walked on his hands and knees until he was clear enough of Jay’s body to stand up. He practically ran into the other room.
* * * * *
It crossed his mind to pick Jay up and bring him along, throw him on the bed where they didn’t have to worry about carpet burns, but Jay looked so wanton lying there like that, waiting, that he wanted Jay to stay there, looking decadent.
It took two fumbles in the drawer for him to grab the right bottle and then he nearly tripped over his own feet on the way back out of the room.
Jay lay just where he’d left him, one leg out straight, one drawn back, the knee pointing slightly out to the side. His right arm was thrown back, elbow bent, hand out to the side of his head. The left arm also bent at the elbow took the limb across his chest to his face, the index finger lying in the slight gap between his lips. As Dean drew closer, Jay’s gaze flicked down towards him. So much helpless, compliant abandonment shone in that slack expression. Dean was already opening the bottle.
Going to his knees, he set it aside and moved closer. Then he hesitated, looking around, fumbled for the remote and turned the television off. The sudden silence drew Jay’s laboured breathing into focus. When Dean tossed the remote aside onto the sofa and then pulled down Jay’s zipper, the man just lay there, waiting, with the same expression.
Even when Dean tugged the jeans down, and Jay needed to lift his hips to assist, that expression remained. Jay’s cock popped free and Dean allowed his gaze to loiter, giving Jay little glances, and then looking back, as all the while he worked the trousers down his legs and off him, aware that Jay watched his face and knew where his gaze lingered.
That cockhead was ripe, rosy, leaking. The swelling caused the skin to roll slowly back, unable to keep the eye from peeping out at him. Dean finally looked away, working at getting out of his own trousers without falling on his face while he did it. How did strippers get rid of their clothes so elegantly?
Jay’s gaze never once left his face, not while he undressed, not when he leaned, naked, over him. Not even when he picked up the lube bottle and, using a liberal amount, used his fingers to ease the opening to Jay’s body, did the smaller man look away. His eyes flicked around, followed his movements, but he resolutely watched Dean’s face, sometimes staring more at his mouth, sometimes his eyes, but always constant.
When Dean moved over him, Jay lifted his legs, ready. He would have said eagerly if not for the languidness of Jay’s movements. He appeared perfectly relaxed even when Dean handled his cock to rub against him, teasing him open. Even when the head of his cock popped in and Dean stopped, knowing enough to wait, to let Jay’s body adjust to him, the other man still watched his face. Inching his way in, Dean stared back, gazes locked, the only sounds in the room of their breathing,
the quiet hiss of skin brushing against skin.
He rocked and Jay wound his legs around him, knees locking around his hips, back arched up to receive him. He locked a hand to Jay’s hip, helping him while the man’s hands wandered all over him. Using palms as well as fingers, Jay traced his sides, his chest, his nipples, his neck, and shoulders, as though making a map he could etch in his memory. His gaze followed the path of his hands, until they finally reached Dean’s face. One hand either side of his face, fingers just short of his eyes, Dean watched that gaze finally make its way back to his. For some inexplicable reason, the moment their gaze met, Jay got the giggles.
The smaller man’s body began to shake, as he bit at his lips, clearly trying to suppress the small bubbles of hilarity that erupted as little yips and howls because he tried to contain them. Still, it proved rather interesting as the shaking ran all the way through him, vibrating against Dean’s buried cock and making that tight circle squeeze down on him.
“Damn,” Dean grated out, the sensation proving too much to contain. Jay looked at his face and erupted into a howl of laughter. “Laugh at me, would you?” Dean threatened, beginning to grin also, and then to join in the laughter. It made things bounce and quiver. Jay gasped. Dean nodded. “See how that works.” He fought to regain his rhythm.
“This should be a romantic moment. Why are you laughing?” he finally managed to ask. Jay just shook his head and laughed louder. Dean almost slipped out completely. “You’re not helping,” he complained. “I’ll give up in a minute.”
“No, don’t,” Jay said, amidst little hitches and gulps of air. His laughter calmed. The legs around Dean’s waist gripped him harder. Jay’s expression slowly went from merriment to sober. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.”
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