Page 77 of Best Supporting Actor

Time seemed to slow as they kissed on and on, and all the while Tag kept patiently opening Jay up. He felt almost drunk on Jay. Occasionally, he’d break away to get more lube, to admire Jay’s gorgeous chest, to suck and nibble a small, tight nipple. And then it was back to the task at hand, fingers pressing, reaching, scissoring, until eventually, he was thrusting his fingers firmly, rhythmically, and Jay was moaning and writhing under him.

Eventually, Jay wrenched his mouth free of Tag’s and gasped, “Jesus. I’ve never—” He broke off with a strange, wild laugh. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you were right. Ineedyou to fuck me.”

He really did look disbelieving too, face flushed with arousal, lips swollen, grey eyes glittering with lust.

“Your wish is my command,” Tag said, the smoothness of the words at odds with his hoarse, desperate voice. He leaned away to swipe a condom from the nightstand. Seconds later, he was smoothing the latex down his shaft and grabbing the lube again.

“Morelube?” Jay said, disbelievingly.

Tag smiled and waggled the tube. “Lube is good. Lube is our friend.”

Jay gave a shaky laugh. “No argument from me on that front.”

Tag paused, his gaze travelling over Jay’s face. He looked a bit… emotional, and Tag wasn’t sure why. “Are you okay?” he asked carefully, still searching Jay’s face. “Do you want to keep going?”

Jay turned his head to the side, saying shakily, “Yes.Please.”

Tag didn’t know what it was that made his throat close—the tone of Jay’s voice, maybe, or his carefully averted face. The bob of his throat as he swallowed. Whatever it was, it was unexpected, catching him by surprise. For just a moment, he didn’t know what to do with himself. And then he realised he was still holding the fucking lube, so he snicked the cap and drizzled it over his sheathed cock.

When he leaned forward, between Jay’s spread thighs, Jay breathed out, a long, shuddering surrender of a sigh. Tag notched his cock at the brink of Jay’s entrance and carefully pressed forward, but there was no resistance now. Oh, there was still tightness, but the move forward was slow and inexorable. Jay turned his head back, his eyes open now, and…fuck. He was all need, all fire. That stormy gaze was wild, and desperate, and when he grabbed the back of Tag’s neck and pulled him into a savage kiss, it was like being pulled underwater. Like being submerged.

Tag’s head was swimming. He was as far inside Jay’s body as he could go, and Jay’s tongue was sliding against his own, and Tag was moving, pushing in, pulling back, the rhythm building, building, with every roll of Tag’s hips.

Jay surrendered to the onslaught. The very last traces of his body’s resistance faded, till he was arching up, meeting Tag’s thrusts, and fuck, this felt sogood. All that time Tag had spent patiently opening Jay up was paying off now because he got to havethis, this strong, capable, complicated guy giving in, surrendering to him, even though it was hard for him. Even though it made him vulnerable.Jesus.

Jay was moaning, urging him on. “Yeah. Fuck me harder.Please.”

Tag grasped Jay’s thigh and hitched it up, thrusting a fraction deeper, his head swimming with so much pleasure, it felt like his brain might just explode.

“Oh God,” Jay gasped in his ear. “Yeah, right there.Fucking hell, Tag.”

And there was something about that, the combination of Jay’s wrecked, gasping voice, and the sexy arch of his hips, the sheer visual beauty of him as he revelled in Tag’s cock fucking him…

The orgasm ripped through Tag like a tornado, as sudden as it was savage, tearing out of him, just as Jay cried out too, his cock spurting between them, splashing warm and sticky.

As the final ripples of his orgasm faded, Tag blinked, his shorted-out brain coming back online just in time to reach down and keep the condom in place as he carefully pulled out, registering Jay’s soft hiss.

That disposed of, he rolled back onto the bed to catch his breath and bask in the hormone rush that was making him giddy. “Bloody hell,” he breathed, grinning as he turned his head towards Jay—only to find Jay laying silent, one arm draped over his eyes, trembling very slightly.

Tag’s belly swooped in concern. “Jay?” Pushing up onto one elbow, he tugged cautiously at Jay’s arm. “Hey, you all right?”

Jay nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed, but after a moment, he pulled his arm away. He was smiling, but it looked like an uncertain smile, and his eyes were very bright, lashes damp, cheeks hectic with colour and naked emotion.

Tag had never seen him so exposed before, and his heart swelled painfully at the sight. “Hey,” he said softly, reaching over to stroke the damp hair back from Jay’s face. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Jay sounded husky, the word no more than a whisper. “It’s just—I’ve never… You know, at the same time as someone else. It was…” He swallowed again. “It felt special, that’s all.”

Tag had to breathe through a sudden rush of feeling. “Itwasspecial. Jay, it was amazing.Youwere amazing.”

Jay shook his head, looking embarrassed by the praise, but pleased too. And that gave Tag such a surge of satisfaction that he couldn’t help adding in a low, teasing tone, “I told you you’d like it.”

“You did. You were right.” Smiling, Jay lifted one hand, curling his fingers behind Tag’s neck again, gently running his thumb over the short hair at his nape. “I bloody loved it.”

In the charged silence that followed, they simply watched each other, both of them smiling as they hovered on the brink of feelings too new, too tender to voice.

In the end, Tag looked away first, a little shaken by the intensity of the moment. “Let’s recover for a bit,” he suggested, settling down with his head on Jay’s shoulder and letting the flood of emotions and endorphins wash through him. “We can make dinner or something later…”

Jay slid an arm under Tag’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. And into his hair, he murmured, “I’m all for ‘something later’...”