Page 76 of Best Supporting Actor
“God,” Jay gasped. “I want that, I do, but, sorry, I need—well,morebefore I can take you.” He swallowed visibly, his throat bobbing. “Could you grab the lube?”
Rather than reaching for Jay’s lube on the nightstand, Tag got up and crossed the room to his own case. Opening up his wash bag, he unzipped the top section, pulling out not only lube but condoms too. Then he unhurriedly strolled back to the bed, tossing the condoms on the nightstand and lying down next to Jay, lube in hand.
Jay had that familiar tense look on his face now. He reached for the lube, not meeting Tag’s gaze. “If you give it to me, I’ll go into the bathroom and get myself ready really quick.” He sent Tag a glance, arching one elegant brow. It was pure Skye Jäger. Pure artifice. “And then you can fuck me properly.”
“I don’t get to watch?”
“You wouldn’t want to watch that. It’s just prep.”
Jay took hold of the lube, his fingers brushing Tag’s, but Tag didn’t let it go, his gaze moving over Jay’s flushed face. Softly, he said, “Why don’t you let me do this for you? I promise you’ll like it.”
Jay made a scoffing noise, and again, two patches of scarlet painted his cheeks. How endearing was that? Tag’s heart was a fucking puddle right now because this was a side to Jay that nobody else ever saw, uncertain and embarrassed and a bit at sea, and Tag loved that Jay trustedhimto see it.
“The thing is,” Jay said, “I’m more, um—tight than average. It takes me a while to fully relax. It’ll drive you nuts trying to get me ready—trust me, I know how this goes down—and anyway, I can get there myself way quicker.”
“Quicker?” Tag echoed. “Why would you want this to bequick?”
Jay looked nonplussed, as if he’d never even considered the question before.
Tag was tempted to explore that further, but this wasn’t the time—the conversation clearly wasn’t helping Jay relax. His expression had tensed, his grey gaze faintly panicked. Tag needed to relax him, tease him. Turn him on.
He leaned in close, his lips just grazing Jay’s as he murmured, “What if Iwantto do this? What if Ilovethe thought of opening you up—slowly—for my cock?”
Jay’s eyes went wide, and his throat convulsed.
Bingo.
“What if I tell you that, ifanyone’sputting their fingers inside you,” Tag went on, “it’s going to be me?”
Jay let out a thin laugh. His throat and upper chest were flushed now too, his eyes glittering with lust. “I’ll take ages,” he breathed. “You’ll get bored.”
“Er, no,” Tag said, laughing. “What kind of loser getsbored?”
A self-conscious wince crossed Jay’s face, and Tag understood exactly what kind of loser had been bored and impatient with Jay: Sebastian bloody Talbot.
He didn’t pursue that, either. Instead he said, “I love getting a guy ready for my cock.” Tag kissed him again, deep enough to demonstrate exactly how much he meant it. “I love it when I get him so turned on he’s a whisper away from coming, just from having my fingers inside him, and he can’t even think straight anymore.”
Jay kept staring at him, his chest moving up and down as he breathed unevenly. “You don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t,” Tag said, shimmying closer and skimming a proprietary hand over Jay’s hip. “But I want to. And I honestly think that when you relax—and, believe it or not, youwillrelax—you’re going to love it. So…” He grinned slowly. “Will you let me take care of you now?”
Jay’s moan was helpless and obviously unintended. His face blazed with heat, and he turned his gaze away, as though he couldn’t bear to be seen by Tag. But he didn’t move his body away, not even when Tag slid one hand down to first stroke, then tug at his left inner thigh, making him shift and open up for him.
Conversationally, Tag said, “I’m going to play with you till you’rebeggingme to fuck you.”
Jay moaned again, his eyes tightly shut, skin all pink and self-conscious, while Tag opened the lube and drizzled some over his hand.
“I get that you’re embarrassed,” he said. “But you’re still going to let me do this, aren’t you? You’ll do it for me because I want it.” Jay made another choked noise that Tag decided sounded enough like agreement, even as Jay threw his arm over his eyes. It was tempting to tug that arm aside and force him to watch, but Tag decided to let it go. For now. Another time, maybe, if he sensed Jay would like it.
Reaching between Jay’s legs, he stroked his fingers up the sensitive crease, loving Jay’s instant reaction, the way his body stiffened and arched, and the noises he made.
At first, Tag just stroked idly up and down Jay’s crease, his fingers occasionally glancing over Jay’s hole, but gradually, he began to home in, getting closer and closer to Jay’s centre, till eventually, the pad of his index finger was teasing a light circle around his hole, and Jay was whimpering and shifting. Only then, finally, did Tag press a single fingertip inside him.
And Christ, yeah, he reallywastight, the ring of muscle rigid on Tag’s finger, the hard grip both demanding and resistant. “Sorry,” Jay whispered. “I told you—”
“It’s okay, shh,” Tag murmured. Grabbing the lube again, he leaned up on his elbow and drizzled it straight onto Jay’s body, letting it drench his fingers and drip down.
And then he began to move his hand, slowly but inexorably, using his strong fingers to gradually persuade the muscle to soften, the tight channel to ease. Jay was silent, eyes closed, expression pained, body held so tight. Tag leaned down and pressed a kiss to his mouth, and Jay moaned, parting his lips, letting Tag deepen the kiss, one hand curling round the back of Tag’s neck while Tag slowly, patiently, worked his slippery fingers inside him.