by Susan Laine
Jimmy chuckled against his neck. “Don’t be so impatient. We’ve got all night. And if we take a break at the park tomorrow, we can even sleep in—or not.”
“Dork.” Toby breathed out a laugh. He relished the sensation of Jimmy’s body against his own. The softness of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, the spicy scent of his neck and hair, the firm planes of a man’s body.
An unbidden flash of a different man’s hands on his junk caused him to recoil. Breathless, he shoved Jimmy away, staggered backward, and wheeled around, facing away from Jimmy, nausea roiling in his stomach. A cold sweat broke out as a brief panic swept through him.
“Toby, are you okay?” Jimmy asked with an alarmed voice, reaching for him.
Toby shuddered. “Sorry. Just a flashback of… of him.” His cock deflated. His mood sunk. He hated feeling this way. He’d done nothing wrong. Why couldn’t he let it go?
Warm hands kneaded his neck and shoulders, relaxing him. “It’s okay. One day it’ll all be nothing more than a distant memory, a mere blip on the old radar, without any real power over you. You’ll get your mojo back, I swear.”
Sighing, Toby leaned into Jimmy, who embraced him from behind. He even rocked back and forth gently, whispering nonsense in his ears. “This is nice.” He gripped Jimmy’s arms around his chest and hung on, letting the feel of his comforting companion ground and soothe him.
“You wouldn’t be human if that kind of invasion had no effect on you,” Jimmy murmured. “You will get over that feeling. You will remember how good sex can be when it’s consensual and welcome. If you want to stop—” When Toby shook his head, Jimmy released a sigh. “We’ll go slow. You tell me if you need a breather, okay?”
Jimmy bussed the back of Toby’s neck—warm, moist openmouthed kisses that made Toby squirm as heat refilled him. His dick stiffened again and grew even hotter when Jimmy wrapped a firm hand around his shaft. The loving, gentle tug eased Toby anxieties.
“How does that feel?” Jimmy whispered against Toby’s cheek, a puff of hot air.
“Mmm, good.” Toby rested his head back on Jimmy’s shoulder, closed his eyes, and let himself be whisked away to a sensual world where bad things never happened. “Feels amazing.”
“Been a while, huh? The good stuff, I mean.”
“Yeah.”
Jimmy swiped a thumb over Toby’s cockhead with each upward stroke, catching drops of precome, and tightened and eased his grip without any predictable pattern. It drove Toby crazy. Frissons of pleasure burned through his body until he felt like a volcano about to erupt.
Then Jimmy whispered, “Can I blow you?”
Toby swallowed hard. God, but he wanted that. “Y-yes, please.”
With a caring hand on Toby’s hip, Jimmy rounded him, smiled wickedly, fell to his knees, and licked Toby’s cockhead. Jesus, had his tongue always been that long and agile? Toby feared he’d burst a blood vessel watching the scene unfold. Jimmy chuckled and took the tip in his mouth, merely letting it linger on his tongue.
“God, you’re such a prick,” Toby snarled, chagrined.
“No, that’d be you, baby,” Jimmy teased after releasing Toby from his mouth.
Before Toby could command the guy to get blowing, Jimmy took Toby’s dick down his throat and swallowed around it. Toby groaned, desire spiking throughout his body, and he held on to Jimmy’s head, threading his fingers through his hair, enjoying the thick coarseness.
Jimmy pulled back, Toby’s cock dropping from between his lips with a wet plop. “You can fuck my mouth if you want.”
Toby hesitated. He’d both done that and had that done to him, but he’d not liked either. One had happened without his input, the guy wanting to choke on a man’s dick; the other had been too much for him, the guy’s cock too wide to fit in his mouth properly.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jimmy laughed. “Your cock is big, dude, but not that big. And I’ve become a pretty damn awesome cocksucker.”
Toby quirked an eyebrow at the self-adulation. “Is that right? Put your money where your mouth is, bud.”
With a smug smirk, Jimmy wrapped his lips around the mushroom head of Toby’s cock. He sucked on it softly, like he was suckling on a lollipop, without any rush. He licked the length of the shaft, up and down, long, leisurely licks that sent jolts of pure pleasure shooting up from Toby’s dick to his brain, frying whatever rational thoughts were left. With his tongue Jimmy teased the tender spot under the ridge, probing first the frenulum and then the slit on top till Toby shuddered and jerked and believed he’d come any second.
“Jimmy, I’m gonna…,” Toby mumbled, out of his mind with pleasure. It’d been ages since a man’s mouth had been on his dick. He loved it. How could he not?
Jimmy hummed around his mouthful. The vibrations carried along through Toby’s tendons and muscles and bones till he felt like a fine-tuned instrument playing the primitive rhythms of sex. The beat echoed in his heart and groin alike. His lizard brain wanted nothing except for the moment to last forever.
Then Jimmy relaxed his jaw and throat and took Toby deep, gulping around him. In a fit of near-desperation, Toby almost orgasmed. When he felt Jimmy’s lips touch the base of his cock and understood that Jimmy had swallowed him whole, Toby lost it. Moaning loudly, he spilled his seed down his lover’s throat. The briny scent of come perfumed the air.
Purring, Jimmy drank every last drop. Toby almost begged him to stop, almost pulled him away from the fountain. But Jimmy held on to Toby’s hips with a death grip, likely leaving finger-shaped bruises behind. Clearly he’d made up his mind about Toby’s release.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve drained me.” Toby’s knees buckled. Jimmy withdrew slowly, lewdly licking his lips, now puffy, red, and glistening. Toby wanted to kiss him for hours on end.
Jimmy tugged Toby down till he sat astride Jimmy’s lap. “You can come again.”
Toby wound his arms around Jimmy’s neck and pressed his lips against Jimmy’s. The kiss started slow, as the salty, sweet, and bitter flavors of come were shared between them, but soon it evolved into a ravenous display of renewed, rising ardor. Toby wanted more.
“Will you fuck me?” Toby murmured, hovering over Jimmy’s lips.
Jimmy’s hazel eyes flashed like golden flickers of candles in the dark. “If you’re sure.”
Despite his numerous reservations, Toby yearned to be taken. It sounded clichéd, but it was true nonetheless. Sometimes it felt wonderful to relax all control and be fucked good, and he had a sneaking suspicion Jimmy would fit the bill perfectly. Toby wanted to lie on his back, unwind from top to bottom, and feel a man’s cock inside him.
The memory of a bad man’s hands on him faded into nothingness and was replaced by the vivid reality of a good man’s soft, caring caress. This was more than consent; this was pure passion. He’d feared he’d never get to reexperience it. Now the opportunity presented itself. Toby had zero intentions of missing out.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Chapter 11
INSIDE, JIMMY jumped with joy. Taking a risk and kissing Toby had been a stroke of genius. Clearly they both wanted this, despite Toby’s initial painful reaction. Jimmy vowed to give Toby so much pleasure that the memory of that foul professor would be erased permanently from his mind.
Keeping Toby in his arms, Jimmy pressed their lips together. Toby sighed into the kiss and then moaned. Jimmy managed to wrangle the two of them to their feet without letting go, and then he laid Toby on the bed on his back, never releasing him from the kiss.
To be allowed such intimacy surprised and pleased Jimmy. He’d worried Toby would want to stop after his meltdown, but it had been minor. Perhaps Toby thought about the incident too much for his own good. When Jimmy touched him, that had obliterated the obsessive images in Toby’s rational mind to the point that he’d been able to relax and enjoy the pleasurable sensations.
“Still okay?” Jimmy breathed, needing reassurance he wasn’t moving too fast.
“Uh-huh.” Toby tugged impatiently at the hairs on Jimmy’s nape and brought their mouths crashing back together. He tasted so good, fresh and minty. He must have brushed his teeth before hitting the shower with the same travel-kit toothpaste Jimmy had used.
Under Jimmy’s hands, Toby felt fragile and small. He really was underweight—not by a lot but enough for it to show. Jimmy had been given carte blanche to touch his best friend to his heart’s content, so he did. He counted Toby’s ribs and toyed with his nipples. He traced the shape of his hip and played with his short-shaved pubes. He cradled Toby’s balls in his palm and tugged on them.
“Oh shit, fuck,” Toby cursed out loud, throwing his head back, his voice garbled. “You’re such a cocktease.”
Jimmy chuckled evilly at the admonishment. “You’re too impatient. I think I’ve mentioned that failing before. Man, I’m going to have to make love to you all day and all night to prove to you that this is best done taking our time.”
Toby blinked up at him, a frown of confusion on his face, but his eyes glowed dangerously dark. Jimmy trembled. His words had implied this was more than a one-night stand, beyond a casual fuck. He’d not even realized how his meaning could be interpreted before he’d uttered the words.
Except he wasn’t so sure Toby’s apparent reading was mistaken. Wasn’t it true, after all, that Jimmy wouldn’t mind doing this again with Toby?
He shook his head to avoid answering the damn inconvenient question. Instead he necked with Toby, kissing and licking and sucking up marks along his pale skin. Toby’s trim beard scratched and tickled Jimmy’s nose whenever he made errant contact.
A curious thought occurred to Jimmy. The day they’d met again, Toby had remarked about his beard and his baby face. Had the beard been a conscious choice? Had Toby grown a beard so his prettiness wouldn’t attract sexual predators?
Of course, Jimmy didn’t know if Toby had had the beard before the incident with Fisher. Angry at himself, Jimmy shoved the reflections out of his mind.
“Man, you taste good,” Jimmy murmured as he descended down Toby’s body.
Toby giggled breathlessly. “Th-thanks.”
Jimmy sealed his lips over Toby’s left nipple. He licked around it and sucked the heating peak, the flesh at first soft and malleable but soon tight and blazing. Toby moaned and arched up, clasping Jimmy’s head to keep him there. Jimmy had no arguments. He lapped at the tender nub and even nipped sharply without breaking skin.
“Oh God!” Toby cried out and jolted as if hit by lightning.
Jimmy grinned around his mouthful at his success. He repeated the act on Toby’s other nub and was rewarded with the same reaction, with Toby moaning louder with each scrape of teeth and sweep of tongue.
“Still sure?” Jimmy asked, out of breath, as he rose to sit on his haunches.
Toby smiled dreamily and nodded. “Yes.” That one word was whispered as a long, drawn-out sigh. Jimmy shivered upon hearing it.
Determined again, Jimmy shifted off the bed to fetch condoms and lube from his bag. He’d come prepared—not for Toby specifically, but for any opportunity to fuck out on the road. He tossed the lube onto the bed, tore open the condom packet, and put the latex on his raging hard-on. Groaning at the almost unbearable touch, he gripped the base of his cock and squeezed tight enough to keep from coming.
“You good?” Toby asked, a wicked grin on his full lips as he stroked his own dick slow and steady, giving Jimmy a free show.
Jimmy laughed. “And you call me a fucking tease?”
Without waiting for any smartass comebacks, Jimmy used his knees to spread Toby’s legs wider, exposing his vulnerable opening. Since he’d given Toby numerous chances to stop their sex, Jimmy felt confident enough to coat his fingers with lube and probe Toby’s twitching hole. The tight ring of muscles didn’t give way easily. Toby clearly pushed out with determination because Jimmy soon slipped one finger inside. He groaned at the volcanic pressure around his digit.
“Jesus, you’re tight. When’s the last time you’ve done this?”
“Ages.” Toby exhaled deep. “You won’t stop, will you?”
“Nah, bruh.” Jimmy smiled reassuringly and began to glide his finger in and out. Toby sighed with satisfaction and relaxed, closing his eyes.
It didn’t take long to prepare Toby. Jimmy went from two fingers to three quickly as Toby urged him on. When Toby impatiently insisted he hurry, Jimmy lathered his own hard cock with lube, grateful for the coolness, and then aimed the tip at Toby’s hole.
“Ready?” Jimmy needed to hear one last confirmation.
Toby locked gazes with him, touched Jimmy’s forearms soothingly, and smiled. “Yes, I’m so ready. I want this. I want you.”
With a curt nod, as his self-control was waning fast, Jimmy pushed in. The plop echoed and vibrated inside him, as if he’d been the one breached. Toby shuddered, his nails digging into Jimmy’s arms. That didn’t deter Jimmy. He entered leisurely, taking his time. Toby’s focused expression had Jimmy on edge, but eventually Toby’s features unwound, and the muscles in his ass became less taut and constricting.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jimmy murmured, happy at the sight. Toby’s body enveloped his cock perfectly, like a slick glove made of fire and delight.
Toby moaned as he thrashed against the pillow and crooked his hands over his head, clutching the sheets. Jimmy grinned wolfishly, his hunger growing. He hooked his arms under Toby’s knees to anchor himself and advanced till he was fully seated.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing.” Toby licked his lips. Pearls of sweat coated his forehead and neck, accumulating in the hollow of his throat. Jimmy dipped down and captured them with his tongue, drinking them in, the salty flavor exploring in his mouth. “Jimmy….”
The hoarse whisper from Toby made Jimmy stutter to a halt, stunned. He’d never dreamed of hearing a sound like that escape Toby’s sweet lips. Oddly, it was his heart that skipped a beat, not his cock that jumped.
What did that mean?
To get the show back on the road, Jimmy pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in. Toby jerked hard and moaned raggedly. His body bent, and Jimmy sank his teeth into Toby’s pec, around his nipple.
“Jesus Christ, Jimmy,” Toby gushed and laughed. “Where the hell did that come from? Oh, who cares? Gimme more.”
“Happy to oblige.”
Jimmy decided that Toby was referring to his dick, not his lips or teeth. He set up a near brutal rhythm, plunging in and out of Toby’s channel. Toby mewled. Smiling in victory, Jimmy claimed Toby’s mouth with his own, tangling their tongues, sharing their breaths, lapping up his lover’s taste.
His hips snapped as he fucked Toby good, hard, and deep. Tremors wracked Toby’s body, and he wasn’t quiet for a second, moans morphing into whimpers and back again. They couldn’t kiss each other thoroughly and had to be content with occasional smooches, caresses, and licks.
Toby wound his arms around Jimmy’s upper back and neck, raking Jimmy’s skin with his nails, and wrapped his legs around Jimmy’s buttocks and lower back. He didn’t seem in any hurry to let go either.
His brain fuzzy, Jimmy savored Toby’s body swallowing his cock whole. He swirled and swiveled his hips, increasing their intimate contact. Toby seemed to appreciate his actions since he half chuckled, half gasped, and his channel undulated around Jimmy’s prick. Sweat coated their writhing bodies, and their limbs entwined and strained, but Toby seemed no more eager to stop than Jimmy. Finally, Jimmy had to accept he couldn’t keep up this pace forever.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…,” Toby kept chanting, hovering against Jimmy’s lips.
Jimmy loved the beard burn on his face that tingled after each kiss. He pounded into Toby, like firing pistons, but only for a time. Then he slowed his pace and gave Toby deep and profound thrusts, torturing them both.
“Dammit to hell, Jimmy,” Toby growled, grabbing the sides of Jimmy’s head and forcing him to look at him. “If you
don’t bring this train to the station soon, I’m going to—”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy saw how red and glistening Toby’s skin was. He was so close. Between their bodies, Jimmy felt Toby’s cockhead leaking like a faulty faucet. His own climax was building up steam in his balls, and they hiked up tight to his body. Toby was right.
“I’ve got you,” he promised in a raspy voice he didn’t even recognize.
He brought one of Toby’s legs over his shoulder and ramped up his fucking. Toby howled and clawed at Jimmy’s back and waist. Jimmy couldn’t hold on. He stuttered to a halt and pumped his seed into the condom buried inside Toby. With an inarticulate cry, Toby came too, ejaculating between them, a rain shower of hot, creamy droplets that smeared and stuck on their skin.
Jimmy floated on a cloud of bliss somewhere high above the earth. He kept thrusting lazily until he had nothing more to give. Like so much dead weight, he slumped on top of Toby, who took him in his arms and rocked him gently. Toby let his legs fall from around Jimmy, and together they began to cool off.
“I’ll clean us up,” Jimmy murmured, “when I figure out how my muscles work again.” He was sated and boneless, hot and sweaty, and so happy he didn’t know what to do with it all.
Toby chuckled and hugged him tighter, bussing his cheek. “All in good time, bruh.”
With a smile, Jimmy slid off Toby but kept him close, their arms around each other. Toby was right about that. There was absolutely no rush. They both deserved a little joy in their lives.
Chapter 12
“‘IN THE summer… everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time… anything was possible.’”
Toby chuckled, curious at the weirdly poetic phrasing. “What was that?”
Jimmy petted Toby’s hair as his head laid on Jimmy’s chest. The bed wasn’t large enough for two grown men cuddling in postcoital bliss, but needs must. “It’s from a book I read during my first year in law school called Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen. Paraphrased.”
