Page 23 of Best Supporting Actor
Their gazes locked, and Tag knew that he’d inadvertently stumbled onto something. There was an odd combination of fierce hunger and uncertainty in Jay’s eyes, but he didn’t answer Tag’s question. He didn’t say anything at all.
Christ, those eyes. Dark as storm clouds.
Moving slowly, Tag stepped closer, lifting a hand to tug one end of Jay’s bow-tie loose, his heart skipping at the sound of Jay’s soft, indrawn breath. The black satin unravelled, and Tag pulled it free of Jay’s collar, tossing it aside. “Want me to take care of you, Jay?” he murmured.
Jay briefly closed his eyes, and a muscle in his jaw ticked. But it was just for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze wasn’t uncertain anymore. It was warm and teasing, and his mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile. “What I want,” he said in a low voice, “is to get your cock in my mouth.”
As he spoke, his hands were already moving to Tag’s fly, undoing the buttons and lowering the zip. Tag’s gaze dropped, and he watched, dry-mouthed, as Jay deftly slipped his hand inside to tease Tag’s iron-hard cock with a sure, expert touch that had Tag moaning and his teeth sinking into his lower lip. Fucking hell, was this real? Jay Warren standing here, offering to drop to his knees and blow Tag? Surely this was too good to be true?
When Tag dragged his gaze back up to meet Jay’s, catching him in an unguarded moment, he realised with a jolt that itwastoo good to be true. Because Jay looked… relieved.
It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over Tag.Was he not into this?
Jay must have sensed his change of mood because he drew back, his gaze on Tag as he said carefully, “Something wrong?”
And right then, Tag realised something. Jay had beenacting. He’d decided to use that practised seduction routine to—what? Distract Tag from what he’d said about taking care of Jay? Those words must have hooked into something intense. Something Jay craved—maybe a craving he wanted to hide from Tag.
A craving Tag found himself longing to fulfil.
“No, everything’s good,” Tag murmured, sliding a hand around the back of Jay’s neck. “But how about I blow you first?”
Jay swallowed, his dark brows creasing into a faint frown. “I’m happy to blow you,” he said quickly.
“Yeah? Sounds like we have more in common than we realised,” Tag said, arching a brow. He laughed softly but then caught a flash of worry on Jay’s face that made his chest ache weirdly. More gently, he added, “Look, can I maybe justkissyou before we do anything else?”
“Okay,” Jay whispered, his gaze watchful as Tag leaned in to capture his lips. For an instant, Jay’s lips felt stiff under his own, but when Tag muscled in closer, taking a firm hold of Jay’s hips and pulling him tight, something in him gave way. His eyelids fell, and his lips parted, welcoming Tag’s tongue. And when Tag pressed forward, Jay let himself be pushed backwards, tumbling onto the big king-sized bed that dominated the room. Tag followed him down, and they kept frantically kissing, the heavy scruff on Jay’s jaw rasping against Tag’s face, both of them groaning with pleasure as they began shucking off clothes with unholy haste.
When they were finally naked, Tag somehow found the strength of will to break the kiss for a moment, lifting up on one elbow to stare down at Jay. God, he really was a beautiful guy, his skin smooth and glowing, his lean, muscled body perfectly proportioned.
“You going to let me blow you then?” Tag murmured softly, leaning down to press a kiss to one golden shoulder.
“Uh, I—” Jay looked embarrassed, seeming unsure what to say. Tag frowned and smiled at the same time, curiously charmed. He would never have expected this reaction from Jay, a man who, until now, Tag had thought of as annoyingly suave and overconfident.
“Come on,” Tag prompted gently, studying Jay. “Let me take care of you.”
And there it was again, that flare ofwantin Jay’s eyes. For an instant, Tag saw Jay struggle with it. Then he said, his tone strangled, “I really think I should go first.”
Tag didn't agree. That‘should’said it all. He wanted this to be fun, not an obligation. “It doesn’t need to be tit for tat,” he said, smiling. He stroked a hand up Jay’s flank, enjoying Jay’s responsive shiver. “Just let me make you feel good, and we can… go from there, yeah?”
But Jay still looked unhappy.
“What is it?” Tag prompted, watching him carefully. “Have I done something wrong? I want you to feel good.” He stroked Jay’s warm side again, and Jay arched into the touch with a moan of pleasure that made Tag’s cock harden and his balls ache. Jay seemed to want him, so what was the problem?
“Nothing’s wrong.” Jay said at last. “I just—” He flushed, a crimson wash that was strangely appealing. “It’s just that sometimes I… can take a while? To come, I mean.”
And suddenly, it all made sense. Tag felt a rush of sympathy at the uncertainty in Jay’s voice, the faint anxiety in his grey eyes, but he kept his voice light. “Hey, that’s not a problem,” he said. Then he stabbed his tongue lewdly in one cheek and added, “Believe me, I won’t be complaining about spending more quality time with your cock.”
Jay gave a startled chuckle at that, and Tag took the opportunity to move down the bed and settle himself between Jay’s thighs. “Mmm,” he said, “I won’t be complainingat all.”
Jay had a nice cock. Very nice indeed, a good length and a decent girth, with a plump, glossy head that was already flushed with want. Tag leaned down and licked the damp tip, relishing the briny flavour that burst on his tongue, and the hoarse gasp Jay gave at just that small contact.
So responsive.Fuck, Tag was going to enjoy this.
Urging Jay’s thighs apart, he shimmied in between them, running the tip of his nose up the crease between Jay’s thigh and groin, inhaling his delicious scent. Jay groaned and widened his thighs to accommodate Tag’s shoulders.
“You smell amazing,” Tag muttered, pressing more kisses along that same crease, making Jay groan again, and squirm a little. Turning his head, Tag licked a broad stripe all the way up Jay’s shaft, before engulfing it in his mouth in one smooth, downward move. The spongy head prodded insistently at the back of his throat, making his eyes smart even as he began to slowly retreat, dragging his lips back up to the crown, his fingers curling around the base.
Pulling off, Tag lifted his head, his gaze skimming back up Jay’s lean, golden body, taking in the neat bush and the dark trail of hair that arrowed up Jay’s flat belly and continued between his ribs before dusting his firm pecs. He seemed to be naturally less hairy than Tag, who needed to manscape pretty ruthlessly. But Tag was pleased—and maybe a little surprised—to see that neither was he waxed perfectly smooth.