Page 50 of After the Siren

Theo did not tell him to stop. He didn’t say anything coherent at all while Jake teased him with his tongue, then pressed it deeper, ate him out until Theo was just gasping, ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck,’ into a pillow and Jake had to pause to tug the pillow away and throw it off the bed.

He was earning those sounds. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he was pretty sure he could do this for hours, sinking into the sensation of Theo’s body opening under his mouth, the way Theo was squirming, trying to find friction against the bed, the way he sounded, strung out and desperate, like he’d beg if Jake threatened to stop.

Jake did stop, eventually, because the situation with his own dick was getting fucking critical.

Theo looked back at Jake over his shoulder and that was almost the end right then and there.

His hair was falling into his eyes, tangled and sweaty.

‘Fuck, Jake, you gotta ...’ His eyes dark and wild. ‘Please, I need ...’ He stopped.

‘What do you need?’ Jake wanted to hear him say it.

‘More . . . something . . . come on, please.’

‘My tongue again or my fingers?’

‘Fingers, fuck, please,’ Theo said, all hesitation gone, and some primal part of Jake purred with satisfaction.

He loved this: getting Theo to the point where he stopped thinking, stopped worrying , stopped biting back the sounds he wanted to make.

Jake reached for the lube on the bedside table and realised his hands were shaking.

Theo tensed a little when he slid the first finger in. Jake remembered his first time, too, the oddness of the feeling, and the vulnerability of it.

‘Yeah, that’s it,’ he said as Theo shifted. ‘It’s gonna feel so good, I promise.’

He took his time. By the time he pressed another finger in alongside the first, Theo was rocking back against him.

‘Good?’ Jake asked. He was pretty sure it was good, but Theo wasn’t saying anything, just panting and pushing back against Jake’s hand, sweat sheening his back.

‘Yeah,’ Theo said. ‘Yeah, Jake.’ And then, ‘please,’ like he didn’t quite know what he was asking for but needed it badly. Jake kept it slow, wanted it to be good for Theo, needed it to be good for Theo.

‘If you don’t stop doing that I’m going to come,’ Theo gasped, finally, when Jake had three fingers inside him.

‘Okay, okay.’ Theo made a soft sound of protest when Jake pulled his fingers free. ‘Condom?’

‘Not unless you want to,’ Theo said.

Jake grabbed the base of his dick to get himself under control. It would be a tragedy if he came before he was inside Theo. Although the thought of painting Theo’s back and ass was ... not something he was going to think about now.

‘Clean-up can be a bit messy without one,’ he pointed out. Because as much as he wanted to feel Theo’s body around him with nothing in between them, he didn’t want Theo to be uncomfortable. Personally, Jake liked the messiness, but that was not a universal feeling.

‘I don’t mind,’ Theo told him. ‘I want to feel it.’

Jake made an inadvertent noise and reached for the lube again. He slicked himself up, used too much, probably, and then dragged the head of his dick down Theo’s ass. Theo groaned, pushing back, but Jake saw the way his shoulders tensed when Jake’s dick pressed against him.

Jake stilled. ‘Hey, breathe out for me,’ he said.

Theo did, exhaling with a sigh and settling under Jake’s hands.

‘Tell me if it hurts,’ Jake said. He had one hand on his dick, holding himself steady, the other on Theo’s waist, tracing soothing circles on his hipbone with his thumb.

‘I will,’ Theo said.

Jake pushed in slowly and Theo breathed out while he did it. Theo’s body around him was everything: hot and tight and slick.

‘Okay?’ Jake asked, and realised that he sounded a bit insane.

He felt a bit insane.

‘It’s . . . yes. I just . . . it’s a lot.’

It was. Jake kept still, letting Theo adjust, feeling the sweat popping out on his brow. Theo pushed back against him and it ripped a moan out of the back of Jake’s throat.

Theo looked back over his shoulder. ‘You good?’ he asked. There was a mischievous edge to his smile, and Jake grinned back.

‘I’d be better if I was moving,’ he said. He was trembling a little with the effort of holding himself still.

‘Go slow,’ Theo said.

Jake did go slow, so slow he thought he might die, letting Theo get used to the feel of it.

He knew when he got the angle right, because Theo made a sound like he’d been winded and shoved back against Jake.

Jake did it again; he couldn’t tear his eyes from Theo under him, the stretch of his back, the sweaty tangle of his dark hair, the flex of his arms and shoulders.

He took it slow until Theo cracked and said, ‘harder,’ until Theo was losing it a bit under him, pressing back against him, finding a rhythm that worked for him.

Jake grabbed his hips, knowing his fingers would leave bruises, and fucked Theo in earnest, needing to hear every punched-out gasp, the way it sounded when Theo lost all his words.

He got a hand under Theo’s body and around Theo’s dick.

Theo groaned Jake’s name, louder than he’d ever been in bed before, and Jake stroked him, felt Theo’s body tense, felt how close he was.

Jake was close, too, holding off the orgasm through sheer force of will, needing Theo to come first, needing to feel it.

‘Wanna see you come,’ Jake said. ‘Come on. Let me feel it.’

He wanted to remember this forever. The way Theo sounded, too desperate to hold back. The way he felt under Jake’s hands, the way he felt around Jake. The way he was shaking, caught on the edge.

Theo shuddered and came, hot and wet against Jake’s hand, his whole body jerking, and that was the end for Jake as well.

Theo made a soft, startled noise when Jake came, shivered under him, and Jake lost his balance and slumped forward against Theo’s sweaty back.

He felt like he’d shot his brain out of his dick.

He tried to catch his breath, tried to think of something to say.

‘Alright?’ he managed. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a welfare check or a request for feedback.

‘Mm,’ Theo said, sounding fucked-out and happy. ‘I am worried about this blanket, though. It looks like it might be handwash only.’

Jake was too sex-drunk to be worried about anything.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Theo’s shoulder.

‘I’ll be back.’ He pulled out slowly and made his way to the bathroom on wobbly legs.

He cleaned himself up quickly, then got a warm flannel and a towel.

Theo was sprawled on his back by the time he got back and, yeah, it was probably curtains for the blanket. ‘You good?’ Jake asked.

‘Mm,’ Theo said, opening one eye.

Jake snorted and began cleaning Theo up gently with the flannel. Couldn’t resist stroking his thumb down the crease of Theo’s ass to feel him shiver a little. He threw the cloth off the bed once he was done and pulled the blanket over them both.

‘You wanna sleep?’

Theo blinked at him. ‘Why, you want to go another round?’ He sounded smug. Like he knew that the sex had knocked Jake on his ass.

‘Up for it if you are,’ Jake said.

Theo huffed out a laugh. ‘Sure.’

It almost sounded like a challenge. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘You tired or something?’ Theo rolled so he was straddling Jake’s thighs, then leaned down to kiss him. Jake threaded his fingers into Theo’s hair and kissed him back.

As it turned out, neither of them was that tired.