Page 33 of After the Siren

‘A couple.’ Stavs leaned in and Jake gave in to temptation and tipped his face up for a kiss. Stavs’ hands went to Jake’s waist right away, tugging him in.

The way Stavs kissed wasn’t fair. His lips were warm and gentle, almost teasing, until he reached a hand to Jake’s face to tilt it just how he wanted it. Then the kiss turned hard and hungry, Stavs’ hands under Jake’s jacket, sliding around to snug in the small of his back and pull him even closer.

It was almost enough to make Jake forget what he’d decided in the car. Things had gotten a bit intense last time and Stavs had freaked out. The solution was obviously drawing a bright line between the zones of we’re friends and DTF. Less kissing, less staring tenderly into one another’s eyes.

Jake broke the kiss, feeling a little unsteady. Lucky his hands were on Stavs’ shoulders already. He wasn’t getting weak at the fucking knees after a bit of kissing up against a door, he was just tired from the game.

He slid his hands under the hem of Stavs’ skivvy, Stavs’ skin warm under his fingers. ‘Do you even have a Nintendo?’

Stavs huffed out a laugh. ‘No.’

Jake sighed. ‘Guess I’m leaving then.’

Stavs’ hands skimmed down Jake’s back to his ass. ‘You sure?’

Jake slid one of his hands down and over the front of Stavs’ trackies. ‘I mean, if you let me play —’

Stavs pressed a hand over Jake’s mouth. ‘If you make a joystick joke, I’ll throw you out.’

Jake widened his eyes, then licked Stavs’ palm.

Stavs pulled it away, but only so he could replace it with his mouth.

And there he went again, sabotaging Jake’s plans.

But two could play that game, so Jake got one hand down the front of Stavs’ trackies and his mouth on Stavs’ neck.

Stavs moaned and then the only sound in the hall was their breathing, fast and rough.

‘Jake, fuck,’ Stavs said. He had one hand in Jake’s hair and the other on his ass. ‘Bedroom?’

‘That’s one idea,’ Jake said, glancing down. There was a nice, thick runner in the hallway. Perfect. Stavs’ eyes widened a little as Jake dropped to his knees. Jake looked up at him. ‘I’ve got a better one.’

‘God,’ Stavs breathed, one of his hands settling back in Jake’s hair.

He didn’t grab at it, just stroked his fingers through it.

Jake didn’t quite know what to do with that, so he turned his attention to something he did know what to do with.

He pressed his cheek against the bulge in Stavs’ trackies and Stavs exhaled, a little shakily.

‘Been thinking about you,’ Jake told him, because it was true, and also because Stavs clearly liked it when he ran his mouth a bit. ‘Thinking about doing this.’ He got Stavs’ trackies and briefs down just far enough to get his mouth on Stavs’ dick. Stavs groaned.

Jake didn’t try anything fancy. He got his hands on Stavs’ hips, shoved him back against the door and then took him as deep as he could.

He’d noticed, last time, that Stavs had liked that Jake had gotten off on blowing him, the way his eyes had gone dark when he’d looked down and seen that Jake was touching himself.

So he let himself moan, made it hot and wet and a little messy because that made Stavs’ hips stutter against Jake’s hands, made him pant and say Jake’s name.

Jake had always liked giving head, but he especially liked giving head like this, feeling Stavs coming apart under his mouth, the muscles trembling in his thighs, the way his fingers felt in Jake’s hair as he tried not to pull.

‘Jake, I’m going . . .’

Jake could tell. He pulled off for a moment to say, ‘Yeah, give it to me,’ and then got straight back to it.

‘Jesus Christ ,’ Stavs said, and came. Jake stayed where he was until Stavs’ legs had stopped shaking, then pulled off, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of Stavs’ thigh.

Stavs was panting, eyes a bit glassy, and he didn’t seem to realise that he was still carding his fingers through Jake’s hair.

Theo managed not to slide down the door onto his ass.

It was more effort than it should have been.

His legs felt like he’d just maxed out on the squat rack, and he was breathing hard.

He hadn’t had a clear idea of how the night was going to go, but he would have predicted making it past the hallway before coming his brains out.

Jake wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned. He looked a little wrecked, his mouth swollen and his chin wet, his hair a mess from Theo’s fingers, his hoodie askew where Theo had been pulling on it.

He also looked extremely pleased with himself.

Theo offered him a hand and helped him up, tugging him into a kiss. Jake kissed him back, then turned his head to kiss up Theo’s jaw.

‘Gonna give me a tour?’ Jake asked. ‘Let’s start with the bedroom.’

Theo led him in the direction of his bedroom, relieved his legs still seemed to be working. He probably didn’t need to keep hold of Jake’s hand, but Jake didn’t say anything, just followed him down the hall.

Jake looked around when they got into the bedroom, his eyes drifting over the photos on the desk, the colourful throw on the end of the bed, the stack of books and notes next to the bedside table. Theo had left a lamp on in the best approximation of mood lighting he could manage.

‘No sexy playlist?’ Jake asked, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He shrugged off his jacket. ‘I’m kinda disappointed.’

‘I’ve got speakers if that’s what you need.’ Theo let himself just enjoy, for a second, how good Jake looked on his bed.

‘Nah, I just wanted to know what tunes get you in the mood.’ Jake leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. ‘You gonna come here or you just wanna watch?’

He slid one hand down the front of his shorts, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, then shuffled back a little and rested on his elbows, head tilted.

Theo didn’t answer. He crossed the room and stepped between Jake’s thighs, nudging them wider.

Jake looked up at him, smiling, and Theo lowered himself so he was kneeling between Jake’s spread legs.

He pushed the hem of Jake’s hoodie and t-shirt up so he could kiss the warm skin of Jake’s stomach.

‘Yeah,’ Jake sighed. ‘So good.’

‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ Theo murmured against Jake’s hipbone. He felt Jake’s laugh under his lips, and then Jake tugged off his hoodie and t-shirt in one go.

‘You too,’ Jake said.

Theo pulled off his skivvy and went back to kissing Jake’s stomach, working up his ribs, brushing a thumb over one of his nipples, then the other.

Jake was still propped on his elbows, unable to touch, and Theo let himself enjoy the rare sensation of having Jake quiet and pliant, letting him explore.

He tasted the sweat in the hollow of Jake’s collarbone, then pressed a kiss to the spot where his shoulder met this throat, grazing it with his teeth. Jake shuddered.

‘Can I blow you?’ Theo asked, letting his hands travel up Jake’s thighs.

‘You don’t have to,’ Jake said, voice rough.

‘I want to.’

He must have sounded convincing, because Jake said, ‘Yeah,’ and lifted his hips so Theo could pull off his shorts.

He wasn’t wearing underwear. Theo bent his head to lick a stripe over Jake’s stomach and Jake made a soft, needy sound, his hips rocking up.

Theo took pity on him, wrapped his fingers around Jake’s dick and stroked him, watching the way it made his eyes flicker shut.

‘One sec,’ Jake said, and Theo stopped, looking up. Jake wriggled himself into a sitting position, his hands settling on Theo’s shoulders. ‘Wanna touch you,’ he explained. ‘As you were.’

He was grinning, and Theo wondered if he’d ever get used to the way Jake was just as playful in bed as he was everywhere else. How easily he laughed.

Theo leaned in and pressed his mouth to the side of Jake’s dick. He liked the way it felt against his lips, under his tongue. Liked the way it tasted. Jake said, ‘Fuck,’ under his breath and Theo felt the abortive twitch of his hips as he held himself still.

He hesitated. He didn’t want to be bad at this. Not when Jake was definitely good at it.

‘You’re overthinking it,’ Jake said.

‘Am not,’ Theo said, aware that he sounded petulant. He got his hand around Jake’s dick again, because Jake talked less that way. He was going to do it. He wanted to do it.

‘Can you ... tell me what you like?’ He glanced up at Jake, who was looking down at him, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

‘Having my dick sucked goes alright.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Sure, if you wanna.’ That briefly distracted Theo from stroking Jake’s dick, and Jake made a dissatisfied noise. But then Jake had one finger under Theo’s chin, tipping it up. ‘Like I said, it’s all good if you don’t want to,’ Jake said. ‘There’s plenty of other shit we could do.’

‘I’m just ... I told you, I don’t want to be bad at it.’

Jake gave him a look that was fond in a way that made something in Theo’s stomach flip. ‘Stavs, you go to law school . This has gotta be easier than that cake-law stuff.’

Theo forgot he was worried, because what the fuck. ‘Cake law?’

‘That book you had at camp.’

Theo was speechless.

‘Tortoise law?’

Theo put his mouth on Jake’s dick just to get him to stop talking.

It was effective.

About twenty seconds later, Theo decided that sucking dick wasn’t that hard.

Or, at least, it wasn’t complex. Sure, there was a bit to coordinate with his hand and his mouth and his breathing, but it was equipment that Theo was used to, and Jake was communicative about what he liked.

Not necessarily eloquent , but communicative.

Theo could feel the effort it was taking for Jake to keep himself still; Jake’s thighs trembled under Theo’s hands while he kept up a soft stream of encouragement that was mainly variations of fuck yes , yeah and like that .

Theo liked the feel of Jake in his mouth, the taste of his skin, the way it felt when it was on the brink of too much.

He gagged once and had to pull back, feeling the spit dripping down his chin, and he liked the messiness of that, too.

He liked the way Jake’s hands felt in his hair, the way Jake made a sort of wounded, desperate noise when Theo remembered he had two hands and cupped Jake’s balls gently while he tried to get him a little deeper.

He wasn’t sure how long it was before Jake got incoherent, his fingers clenching on the sheets like he didn’t trust himself not to push Theo down or pull his hair.

Theo looked up, and their eyes met for a second.

‘So fucking close,’ Jake gasped. ‘Fuck, Stavs, I’m gonna come.

’ Theo decided a moment too late that he was going to pull off, and instead of coming into his mouth, or into his hand, Jake got the lower half of his face and his neck.

It was startling ... and sort of hot. Theo managed to keep his shit together enough to stroke Jake, shuddering, through the orgasm.

Then he started to laugh, because he really hadn’t thought they’d get to facials.

‘What?’ Jake said, opening his eyes. They widened. ‘Fuck,’ he said, his voice hoarse. ‘Shit, sorry.’

‘I think this one was on me.’

‘I mean, it wasn’t meant to be.’

‘You did warn me.’ Theo licked his lips without thinking and Jake’s softening dick twitched.

‘Jesus,’ Jake said, almost as if to himself. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘I got you.’

He cleaned up the mess, gently, and Theo levered himself up onto the bed. He was exhausted. The game, the adrenaline, the orgasm – all he wanted to do was sleep.

Jake binned the tissues and joined him. ‘Sorry,’ he repeated, tracing a finger down Theo’s cheek. ‘I would’ve asked before I did that. ’

‘I know,’ Theo said. ‘I ... didn’t mind.’

Jake raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh yeah?’

Theo’s reply was swallowed by a huge yawn.

Jake stretched out next to him, one arm tucked behind his head, apparently completely unbothered by the fact he was still naked. ‘So, I gotta kick six and you’ll blow me?’

‘Imagine what I’ll do if you get seven.’

Theo was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to let Jake stay the night. That felt like a dating thing, or a couple thing, and they weren’t doing either of those things. But it was very, very easy to reach down and pull a sheet up over them both. ‘You going to stay?’ he asked.

Jake nuzzled in closer to him, tucking his head against Theo’s chest. ‘Mmm. That okay? I’m wrecked.’

‘Yeah,’ Theo said, into his hair. ‘Yeah, it is.’ They were silent for a few moments.

‘Hey Jake, was —’ Theo started.

Jake pressed his lips against Theo’s collarbone. ‘Ten out of ten, no notes,’ he murmured. ‘Go to sleep.’