by Gwen Martin
Luke takes a long moment to look over Jesse’s body. The muscle lined in his hipbones, the dark trail of hair on his flat stomach, the way his dick is also flushed and hard. It makes Luke’s mouth water.
“God, can you fuck me already?” Luke rasps.
Jesse walks over to him, and when their cocks touch they both let out a shuddered sigh.
“I was thinking you’d fuck me,” Jesse whispers, nipping at Luke’s ear. Luke’s eyes flutter shut.
“This is so unfair,” Luke insists, walking backwards to their couch with Jesse in tow. “In my jerk-off fantasies during our reconciliation I always imagined you fucking me into the mattress.”
Jesse pushes Luke down onto the couch, a devilish grin on his face. He leans over and steals a quick kiss. “Later. We have all the time in the world.”
Luke arches his back as Jesse peppers kisses over his neck, down his chest and stomach as Jesse slides onto the floor. He closes his hand in a tight grip around the base of Luke’s cock, swirling his tongue around the tip, tilting his head to the side so that the flat of his tongue can glide along the bottom before he encompasses it with his mouth. Luke bows off the couch, pushing his dick into the heat of Jesse’s mouth, a hand flying into Jesse’s black hair and tugging.
Jesse’s eyes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder, increasing the pace of his mouth, gripping the base of Luke’s erection so tight Luke bites down on his lip to stop from making an embarrassing sound. He feels like his orgasm is fast approaching as when got his first blowjob as a teen. He yanks on that fistful of Jesse’s hair hard and Jesse pulls off his lips swollen and shiny, eyes half-lidded, and glazed.
“If you keep this circus act up with your mouth, I won’t be able to fuck you,” Luke rasps, with heaving breaths.
Jesse nods, the tip of his tongue licking over his bottom lip and resting at the corner of his mouth. “Well, in that case, we should change locations.”
They stumble into Jesse’s bedroom because it’s closer, mouths all over each other’s skin, and hands following the trail made by their lips. Jesse pushes Luke onto the mattress, with a firm order of, stay and rifles through his bedside table until he finds the lube and condoms. He rips off a condom and tosses it at Luke, pours a liberal amount of lube onto his hands and tosses that to Luke next.
Before Luke can open the condom he gets a vision of Jesse and his brain short-circuits. Jesse rests a knee onto the edge of the bed, slips it to the side to spread himself wide, and bends over, a hand planted between Luke’s spread legs. His blue eyes stare at Luke the entire time as he slips two fingers into himself on a sharp gasp.
“You know,” Jesse whispers, gasping at the end when his fingers slip in further, his face melting into ecstasy. “I’ve been—ah, ah, fuck yes—doing this. In case I could...with you.”
Jesse’s hair has fallen over one eye, his mouth parted and panting as he finger fucks himself in front of Luke. Finger fucking himself, and telling Luke that he had been doing this to prep for what they’re about to do.
Everything inside of Luke lights up like a Christmas tree, full blast, blinking bright and ready. He rips open the condom, slicks it over his dick, splatters an overwhelming amount of lube that should be awkward by its miscalculation and positions himself comfortable on the bed.
“C’mere,” he whispers, his hand reaching out for Jesse.
Jesse wipes his hand on the bed, face scrunching into a moue as he sees the slicked mess he’s made on his sheets. Then his eyes flit to Luke and his face slips into an expression of pure radiant fondness, of happiness, of lust. It makes Luke’s blood burn.
When Jesse straddles Luke, lining himself up with careful ease, Luke instinctively grabs for Jesse’s hips, squeezing into the hip bones, and gasps. It’s been a while since Luke’s fucked someone, not necessarily by choice, but because he is so utterly, and completely stupid for Jesse that he can’t pretend anymore with anyone else. And now Jesse is there, over him, planting two hands on either side of Luke’s head as Luke slides inside.
“Holy fucking shit,” Luke gasps, panting. He doesn’t mean it but he begins rambling to save time. “I am definitely not going to last long and I am so fucking sorry for breaking into my inner teen at this long-awaited dream of mine.”
Jesse flicks the tip of his tongue over the corner of Luke’s mouth, presses a kiss there before capturing Luke’s mouth into his own. “It’s okay,” he whispers, his voice ragged and rough, moving his hips slowly to set a rhythm. “I plan on doing this at least three more times tonight.”
“Three times?” Luke says, dazed. His back arches when as Jesse tightens around his cock. “I’m never going to—ah, yes—be able to walk again.”
Jesse chuckles into Luke’s neck. “That’s the plan, baby.”
Luke’s hands rove over Jesse’s back, fingers scratching along the tight muscle near his spine, and grabbing at his ass, holding him steady. Jesse pulls back, a crease setting between his eyebrows and Luke’s grin is wild. “You’re gonna want to hold on to the headboard.”
Jesse quirks an eyebrow, a sly grin tipping at the side of his mouth, teasing Luke into an unspoken bet. Luke may not last long, but he will not go down without giving everything he can. He wants to make this good for both of them, wants it embedded in the genesis of this place they have traveled together.
Once Jesse’s hands have secured their place, Luke fucks him with abandon. He watches Jesse’s eyes roll into the back of his head, watches with wonder as his mouth goes slack, watches the way words tumble out of Jesse’s mouth. Jesse’s neck tilts back to the ceiling when Luke wraps his hand around his cock, tugging hard every time he slams inside.
Their moans match their aggressive rhythm, and before Luke can understand what’s happening, he’s coming with a shout that borders on a scream, and Jesse is following him, spilling hot over Luke’s stomach, over his chest.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jesse gasps, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Luke’s heart is beating so fast and his head is reeling in a post orgasm glow that it leaves his head swimming. Jesse is still leaning over Luke, eyes brighter, and dazed. He brushes fingers along Luke’s ribs, over his arm, and grabs for his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it.
“How’d I do?” Luke asks with a cheeky smile.
Jesse huffs a laugh. “You’re a cocky bastard when you’ve been fucked out, you know that?”
Luke shrugs. “I know what I’m good at.”
Jesse chuckles low, slipping off of Luke with ease and flopping down on the bed beside him. “Wanna shower?”
“Hm, shower,” Luke murmurs. “That sounds fantastic.”
Jesse hums in agreement, turning to his side, cradling his temple in his hand. Luke rolls his head towards Jesse until their eyes lock, and the intense affection and love he sees sends Luke soaring. He reaches up and pulls Jesse to him for a long languid kiss.
“Come on,” he whispers, when they break apart. “We should shower and then nap for round two.”
“Insatiable,” Jesse huffs.
“Catching up for lost time, baby,” Luke counters, wiggling his ass to Jesse as he makes his way to the apartment’s bathroom, taking a moment to peel off the condom and tying it. He can hear Jesse laugh with delight and doesn’t ignore the way it makes his heart skip a beat.
Epilogue
Jesse
“Are you ready yet?”
The tip of Luke’s tongue is poking out of the side of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as he adjusts the tripod one last time. He hums noncommittally and Jesse rolls his eyes.
“Babe, can we please get this started so we can eat? I’m ready for ramen, like, yesterday.”
“Just one more...okay, perfect,” Luke says with a final nod, his smile apologetic. “Sorry, I just want to make sure—”
“That it’s perfect, I know. You say this every time we record something.”
Jesse isn’t annoyed. He loves how Luke puts so much
effort into this. Their weekly video sessions happened by popular demand, more than personal intention.
It started when Jesse suggested to Luke that they make a video to settle the Instagram faux pas about their drunken marriage decision in Vegas.
Right after Jesse met up with Sheila for lunch a few days after Luke and Jesse reconciled, they had a long talk about their relationship’s failures and how right she was about Jesse’s resistance to his feelings about Luke. He came home looking weary and worn, his eyes a little bloodshot.
Luke didn’t ask about it right away. He waited for Jesse to open up, and it happened, later in bed together in Jesse’s room, when Jesse curled behind Luke their bodies spooned together. His hand rested on Luke’s stomach, lips brushing against the back of his neck.
“She’s happy for us,” he whispered into the darkness of the room, lines of light from the city outside bleeding through the blinds. “She wants me to be happy.”
Luke brought Jesse’s hand to his mouth and kissed it softly. “I’m glad,” he said.
So they collaborated with Sheila on a YouTube update on her channel to clear the air about everything: About the last year of the engagement breaking off (without too many details of course); About Sheila meeting Ross and falling in love; About Jesse finding love for himself with his best friend and partner in crime. The video remains her most viewed one, and through popular demand, Jesse and Luke began their own channel.
It’s also given Luke the chance to cut back working for his father so he can further pursue his own dreams.
“Never did I imagine that I would become a YouTube Influencer,” Luke mutters in disbelief.
“You say that every week, you know,” Jesse says with a grin.
“Yup, and every week I cannot believe I’m sitting with my boyfriend, telling the world about what we ate for lunch for the past three days.”
“Before you know it, we’ll be up for a Webby.”
Luke’s nose wrinkles. “Do not mention that word again.”
Jesse cannot help the smile that falls onto his face. “You love it.”
Luke smiles back, giving Jesse a playful shove. “Maybe. But not as much I do about you.”
Jesse’s heart twists happily, and he gives Luke a kiss. It turns heated quick, their tongues flicking into each other’s mouths, and Luke moans pulling away.
“We’re recording,” he whispers, breathless.
“That’s what editing is for,” Jesse whispers back, wrapping a hand around the back of Luke’s neck and kissing him again.
“Yes,” Luke groans against Jesse’s mouth, pushing him back onto the couch and straddling him. “Let’s see how great we look on camera, shall we?”
Jesse laughs and pulls Luke so that their chests are flushed. “I love you, you know that?”
Luke smiles against Jesse’s neck and says, “That I do. That I do.”
The End
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About the Author
Gwen Martin lives in Florida where the sun is always shining, the humidity is always high, and Disney is just a hop skip away. When she’s not trying to write one of her million story ideas, she’s usually hanging out with her husband and four cats.
Gwen first started writing at a young age, coming up with stories in class instead of paying attention to the math lesson. Since then she has been exploring her love of writing in various fan communities where she has learned how to cultivate character development and romantic interactions.
She has a strong love affair with cold brew coffee, black cats, and nerding out in various fandoms. When she’s not writing, she’s reading everything she can get her hands on, listening to a lot of lo-fi and making playlists, chilling with her four gatos and obsessing about Pusheen. Because it’s always about Pusheen.
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Acknowledgments
I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for the following people:
To Mara Townsend who brings me encouragement, helpful tips, and inspiration at all hours of the day. I cannot thank you enough for all those times I forgot what you told me and making you patiently repeat yourself. Thank you for flailing about these boys with me and for being there every step of the way!
To my writing hags, for the unconditional love, hours of sprinting, and wonderful chats. I am so grateful that our paths have crossed, that you have provided an enormous amount of excitement and hours of sprints. You will always be cherished in my heart.
My husband, Randy, who has always encouraged me to follow my dreams no matter how outlandish they are. Thank you for listening to me go on about writing, for holding my hand and fist pumping when the tides felt too strong, and for telling me every day that I’m beautiful.
To my angel baby, Alex. Thank you for giving me the courage to love life and never be afraid to try something new.
Also by Gwen Martin
Beyond Desire, Gwen’s debut series, will be releasing in 2020 with free short stories and more titles coming soon. See below for release dates to look out for.
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Beyond Desire Series
Give Me A Hand
Hidden in the Shadows
Rhapsody in You
Standalones
What Happened in Vegas
NYE Short Story, Vegas-verse
Plus more coming!
