Page 67 of Best Supporting Actor
Jay blinked, his panic returning with a jolt. Did Tag want to fuck? Shit, of course he did. He probably didn’t think it was proper sex without penetration. Okay, well, Jay could do that—he was pretty worked up; he’d probably be fine with only a little more prep. Or he could go into the bathroom and prep himself—
“I’ve got some in my washbag,” Tag went on, “but if you’ve got any closer to hand?”
As it happened, he did, in a drawer in his nightstand. For solo use, usually. He reached for it, considering condoms. He didn’t have any, hadn’t considered hooking up while he was here, but probably Tag—
“Ooh, this looks nice,” Tag said, taking the lube from him. “Aloe vera.”
“Do you have a condom?” Jay blurted. “Because I don’t, actually.”
Tag looked at him oddly. “Do you want to fuck?”
Jay’s mind went blank; he couldn’t fumble a response. He knew he should say yes—that he shouldwantto say yes—but somehow he couldn’t find the words.
And then, before he could say anything at all, Tag added, “Because I was thinking of something different. Come here.”
He pulled Jay closer, organising them both so that they were spooning—Tag behind, his prick nestled against Jay’s arse, and one arm draped over his hip, stroking Jay’s slightly deflated cock with lube-slick fingers. It was…nice. Sort of relaxing, which wasn’t something Jay usually associated with sex.
Tag’s breath was warm against the back of Jay’s neck as he said, “You have a great arse, you know? And a fucking lovely dick.”
Jay couldn’t help smiling. “You do say the sweetest things.”
After a moment, Tag laughed, a warm rush of breath against Jay’s ear. “You’re also very charming,” he said, kissing Jay’s shoulder. “Irritatingly charismatic. Thoughtful. Generous…”
He punctuated each word with a kiss, pushing up on one arm to nibble at Jay’s ear, which made his breaths shorten alarmingly. Who the hell knew there was a direct link from his ear to his prick? But suddenly, he was as stiff as stone in Tag’s confident grip.
“Mmm,” Tag mused, nuzzling his ear again, “you like that.”
“Fuck,” Jay murmured, striving to squirm away but held in place by Tag’s strong arm around his waist, the swirling lines of his tattoos vivid in the room’s half-light.
Tag was relentless, nibbling and nuzzling while his hand stroked Jay’s prick in a steady rhythm that meant business. At the same time, his hips were thrusting forward, driving his prick against Jay’s backside, the lube thick and slick between them. And then he changed angle, and Tag’s prick slipped between Jay’s thighs, nudging the back of his balls with each stroke. Jay gave a startled, strangled sound, but got the idea immediately, tightening his thighs as Tag pushed between them, his heavy cock sliding across sensitive skin with each urgent thrust.
Everything started gathering speed and momentum, and Jay could do nothing but let it happen. Tag was in control; Tag was taking care of everything.
Another feeling began to rise alongside Jay’s building physical pleasure, some undiscovered need opening as if to the first rays of the sun. He could feel it in his chest, in his throat. In his stinging eyes.
“Tag…” Jay half choked his name as his body tensed, a white heat gathering in his thighs, his belly, running the length of his spine. Close, so close now.
Tag’s hand on his prick sped up, his voice thick as he rasped, “That’s it, let go. Let me see you come.”
On command, everything detonated.
With a shout, Jay arched and shuddered in Tag’s arms, his climax roaring through him with blinding brilliance, and with it a bursting joy so absolute it was impossible to contain. It was everywhere, drenching him as he felt Tag stiffen and thrust one last time, his own cry hoarse as warm, sticky heat erupted between Jay’s thighs, against his balls, and Tag sagged against his back, his hand still cradling Jay’s prick, his chest heaving.
“Jesus,” Tag gasped after a long, breathless moment, and then he started to laugh softly. “Fucking hell.”
He kissed Jay’s ear again, sending aftershocks of pleasure shivering through him, then rolled away onto his back. Jay followed suit, and they lay there, side by side, sprawled diagonally across the bed, catching their breath.
Jay was a sticky mess, breathing hard, his heart thundering, but that joy… It hadn’t left him. Far from it, he felt it saturating every part of him. He wanted to laugh. He thought he might cry. Maybe he was losing his mind.
“I think you may have literally fucked my brains out,” he told Tag. His words sounded wobbly, and he didn’t even care.
“Ditto,” Tag agreed, and he didn’t sound all that steady either. In fact, he gave a little shell-shocked laugh. “Fuckinghell, Jay, that was...”
“Yeah…”
Neither of them said anything more. After a while, Jay went to clean up in the bathroom and brush his teeth. Tag went after him, and while he was in there, Jay turned off the TV and straightened up the bedcovers.
He couldn’t forget what had happened last time they’d done this, and he was braced for anything when Tag re-emerged from the bathroom in a clean pair of boxers. Neither spoke as their eyes met. Tag glanced towards the sofa, not yet converted into his bed, and then back to Jay.