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When his gaze finally reached Jay’s face, it was to find Jay eying him strangely.

“Like what you see?” Jay asked, and Tag wasn’t sure how to read his tone. Was that arrogance? Or had there been a note of insecurity in there?

In all their previous interactions, Jay had oozed privilege and self-confidence, but right now, his cheeks were pink, and his gaze was sliding away from Tag’s.

“Yes,” Tag said without hesitation. “I bloody love it.”

Without waiting for a response, he leaned back down, trailing kisses down Jay’s belly before engulfing that lovely cock in his mouth once again and beginning to slowly, patiently, work Jay’s shaft with his mouth, relishing every gasp and moan, every desperate, straining thrust of Jay’s lean hips against his firm hands.

Tag loved giving head, and his own cock grew painfully, achingly hard between his legs. It was all so good, the heft of Jay’s dick in his mouth, the sight of him lying there, debauched and helpless, the sound of his moans and gasps. Knowing Tag was doing this to him.

Tag knew, without arrogance, that he gave excellent blowjobs. In fact, when he put his mind to it, he could usually get a guy to come obscenely quickly. In this case, he was very glad it was lasting a bit longer than usual, since his own dick was enjoying itself immensely. But as the time ticked by, his jaw inevitably began to ache, and eventually, he was forced to briefly pull off Jay’s dick.

“Just need a second,” he murmured, leaning back on his heels and moving his jaw from side to side.

Jay’s eyes flew open at that, and he stared at Tag in mortification. “Shit,” he said. “I’m taking ages, aren’t I? Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to sit up, but Tag stopped him, again with a hand to his chest. “What are you doing?” he said, genuinely puzzled.

Jay gave a rueful huff. “It’s way past your turn. Lie down. I’ll do you.”

I’ll do you?Tag winced.

“Lie back down,” he said softly.

“But—”

“Jay,” he said firmly, “I told you I’d take care of you. Lie down.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Jay lay back again, but his stormy eyes remained troubled. “This isn’t fair on you,” he said. “You’re doing all the work, and I’m just—”

Tag leaned down, silencing him with a kiss. When he pulled back, he grabbed Jay’s hand and pressed it to his own hard cock, enjoying the startled expression on Jay’s face. “This isn’t work for me,” he whispered. “I can come just from this.” He quirked a smile. “So, be a good boy and lie still while I suck you dry, yeah?”

Jay swallowed and nodded, and Tag shimmied back down the bed to take him in his mouth again. Only this time, he took hold of his own cock at the same time and began to stroke himself in tandem, determined to show Jay how much this turned him on. That it wasn’twork.

Jay got into it faster this time, and soon he was moaning beneath Tag again, his hips shifting as Tag worked his dick mercilessly, deep-throating him and making obscene noises. It wasn’t long at all until Tag felt Jay’s shaft swelling that last tiny fraction more, and then Jay’s hand was in his hair, clutching him as his hips punched up and he began to unload in Tag’s willing mouth.

It was the taste of it—the salt-sweet flavour of Jay’s spunk flooding his mouth—that tipped Tag over too. His hand stripped his cock once, twice more before he erupted over the bedcovers, then collapsed onto his side.

As he lay there, gasping, he felt insanely light-headed, partly from Jay’s dick being shoved so far down his throat he simply couldn’t suck in air, and partly from his own inability to even remember to breathe when he was coming so hard.

For what felt like an indeterminate period of time, they just lay there, gradually coming back to themselves. At first, Tag felt amazing, his whole body drenched with the happy chemicals of good sex. But then, inevitably, reality poked its nose around the door and said,Well now, what have you been up to?

What indeed? Had he really just given Jay Warren, of all people, a blowjob? Turning his head, he glanced at Jay, who lay beside him, one arm thrown over his face.

Tag felt… well, he felt a lot of things. Fuck-drunk and wary and like he wanted to pull Jay into his arms, all at the same time.

He was thinking of how to break the silence when, from under his protective arm, Jay shakily said, “I can’t believe I let you do that.”

It was like a knife between Tag’s ribs. “I need to clean up,” he muttered, rolling away from Jay and off the bed, scooping his boxer shorts from the floor en route to the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

Once inside, he took a deep, unsteady breath and let it out again, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. When he caught his own reflection in the mirror, he winced. He had that just-fucked look, lips swollen, pale skin flushed, dark hair wild from the way Jay had been pulling at it.

Fuck. He’d hooked up with Jay Warren. And it hadn’t felt like a normal hook-up. Tag wasn’t shy about sex—he enjoyed it, and he didn’t hesitate to open himself up physically to his partner in every way. He was affectionate too, and friendly, but emotionally, he tended to keep a certain casual distance. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, not with anyone. Certainly not now, when his focus had to be his career.

It hadn’t been like that with Jay, though, had it? Strangely, the fact that Jay had been a bit inhibited physically had made it feelmoreintimate than usual. More emotional. Was that why Tag was feeling so weird right now? So spooked?

Was that why he felt so pissed off about Jay’s dismissive words? Christ, was he feelinghurt?