Page 25 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AJ

I can’t decide whether this is some wild, horny dream or not.

But if it is, I hope I don’t wake up any time soon.

There’s no hiding how hard my dick is as Slater and I walk home with a respectable few inches of space between us.

Every few feet or so, I look over at him, and every time I do, that easy, gorgeous, Slater smile of his is like a sucker punch to the gut.

And somehow that’s a good thing. I think I like the way he’s making me so confusingly breathless and completely off-balance.

Neither of us say a word during the short walk. I think he’s just as focused on getting the fuck back to the apartment as I am. Plus, all the blood in my boner isn’t leaving much to circulate in my brain. The limited brain power I do have is fixated on one question.

What exactly are we going to do when we get there?

Does Slater want to actually fuck? Is that what I want? What if he’s expecting me to suck his dick? Am I ready for that? I accepted that I’m probably attracted to guys, definitely one guy, half an hour ago. Can I go from that to deep throating a cock in the same night?

We reach the building and Slater slips his hand into my pocket, giving me a flirty smile as he fishes around for the keys. The warmth of his hand so close to my dick makes it twitch and throb, my stomach pulsing with excited heat.

Maybe he’ll be down for just touching each other tonight.

I groan and my hips jolt forward at the thought of his thick, calloused fingers wrapped around my shaft.

His pupils blow wide and he licks his lips.

He yanks the keys out and I notice a slight tremble in his hand as he aims for the lock and misses the first time.

He’s nervous too.

Of course he is. He’s never sucked a dick either. He might have a few days’ head start on me when it comes to figuring shit out, but this is all brand new to him too. I crowd up close to him and put my hand over his. He lets out a shaky breath and we unlock the door together.

Time feels like it’s moving somehow too fast and too slow as we make our way up the stairs and inside the apartment.

As soon as the door swings shut behind me, all the air goes out of my lungs and goose bumps skitter all along my skin.

But the number one thing on my mind is getting my hands on Slater again.

We’re clearly on the same page, slamming into each other without even bothering to kick our shoes off or lock the door.

I end up pressed against the wall, our hard cocks finding each other through our clothes again, our chests colliding, lips and tongues sliding and tangling in hot, wet, fucking ravenous kisses.

I knot my fingers in the soft strands of Slater’s hair and he runs his hands up the exposed sides of my body where my tank sleeves hang wide open.

“I’m obsessed with your slutty fucking tank tops,” he murmurs, biting down on my bottom lip and tugging at it slightly before letting it go.

I rumble a laugh around his tongue when he snakes it back into my mouth.

“My tank tops are slutty?” I say when we come up for air again.

He drags his fingers along my obliques, drawing them up, up, up towards my chest. My nipples tighten and tingle the same way my cock did at the teasing promise of Slater’s touch.

He reaches the bottom of my pecs and traces along them with a featherlight touch.

My hips jerk involuntarily again, forcing my cock to drag against the hard, heavy length of his.

Never in my life has it occurred to me to wonder what another dick would feel like against mine, but now I can see that I was a fucking idiot.

“The sluttiest,” Slater purrs, tracing up the inner curve of each pec now, the fabric of my tank top bunched between them so they’re fully exposed on either side.

A whimper tightens in my throat and I sag against the wall. The weight of his body keeps me upright though. He presses into me harder, his cock nudging mine eagerly again, our noses bumping as his tongue dances along the seam of my slack lips.

“I can’t believe this is fucking real,” he murmurs, the circles he’s drawing on my chest getting tighter and tighter, closer and closer to where I’m aching for his touch. “I can’t believe I get to touch you.”

I nod, too breathless and too focused on what his fingers are doing to come up with any actual words. Oh wait, I think I do have a couple of words that will work nicely.

“Touch me,” I rasp, sliding one hand around to grip his taut, round ass cheek. Maybe he’s right about the cheat days, because his ass has just the right amount of meaty give to be perfectly satisfying as I dig my fingers into it and thrust against him again.

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.

Just one of those thoughts that gets stuck in your head, and no matter how hard you try to shake it, you just can’t.

” The circles are so small now he’s just using his thumbs, dragging them slowly around and around, so close that my nipples throb and every needy pulse echoes in my cock.

“And now I can stop thinking about it and actually do it.”

His voice is low, and his lips brush against mine with every word. I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I don’t think I care. I nod anyway. Just, please, fucking touch me.

Without any more warning, Slater dips his head, crouching down just a little, and drags the hot, wet flat of his tongue over my right nipple.

My brain short circuits. Electric zaps and pops shoot through every one of my nerve endings and I can feel the lick all the way down to my cock, which spasms and throbs, soaking my jock with an embarrassing amount of precum.

He moans low in his throat, and the sound vibrates against my nipple as he licks it again.

“Holy fuck,” I shout, snapping my hips frantically. “How’d you manage to guess my number one fantasy on your first try?” I groan, fisting his hair harder and trembling all over as he moves over to treat my left nipple to the same sloppy licks.

“Nipple play is your number one fantasy?” He purses his lips and blows on my glistening, wet nipple. The sudden cold makes it harden even more.

I nod, nervous heat creeping up my neck.

I’ve never told anyone before him how sensitive my nipples are.

I always felt like the guy is supposed to be the one sucking nipples, not begging for his to be played with.

That damned box that lived in the back of my head for so long is packed goddamn full of supposed tos and shouldn’ts and don’ts.

Slater brings his damp, puffy lips back to mine, teasing me with a brief kiss and a flick of his thumbs over my nipples before he pulls away. “That’s extremely convenient since I plan to lick and suck and bite them until you shoot your load all over me.”

If he keeps talking to me like that, he won’t even need to touch my nipples again, or my dick for that matter, before I lose my load. He grabs the front of my tank top in his fist and walks backward, dragging me away from the wall.

I awkwardly kick off my shoes as he does the same, and then I stumble after him down the hall. My room is the first door. I don’t know if that’s why he picks it, and I don’t really care either way. As long as there’s a bed and Slater, I don’t give a shit about much else right now.

There’s no uncomfortable moment of hesitation after we step inside.

Before we left the club, I figured that when we got home it would hit me how different it is to hook up with a guy.

But falling into my bed with Slater with our tongues tangled and our quaking hands groping through each other’s clothes feels like the most natural thing in the world.

We break the kiss to tug each other’s shirts off and then crash back together with even more tongue and teeth and hunger.

The deep, masculine sounds of his grunts and groans vibrate against my lips and tongue as I work the button on his jeans open and undo his zipper.

He helps me by shoving them off and kicking them away.

My shorts are easier, and with that, we’re down to our jocks, just like that night in the tent.

That feels like a million years ago somehow, even though it was only last week.

We’re lying the same way though, facing each other, our bodies pressed together.

This time we don’t need the excuse of not having enough space though.

Our chests meet with each ragged breath and our cocks strain toward each other.

I rake my eyes over him, the only light coming from the moon and the city lights streaming through my window.

He might not be as big as I am, but his muscles are solid and lean and absolutely fucking gorgeous.

His nipples are little and pink and his body is dusted with a thin smattering of blond hair that’s soft against my skin.

I stare at our cocks, still straining inside our jocks, so close together.

There’s a dark, wet bloom over the head of his cock that matches mine.

Another flare of heat punches through me.

“You doing okay, bro?” Slater asks gently.

I jerk my eyes up to his and he brings a hand up to rest against the side of my neck, running his thumb over my fluttering pulse point.

“Really? You’re going with bro when we’re about to get naked and make each other come?” I chuckle breathlessly.

His smile turns wicked and he drags his nose back and forth against mine slowly.

“You don’t like it? I think it sounds kind of filthy hot. Like, suck me, bro . Fuck, dude, give it to me harder .” He imitates a moan, and the sound wraps itself around my balls.

I let out a shuddering breath and roll my hips, watching this time as the hard steel length of my cock grinds against his. More precum stains the fabric of his jock and mine, making them sticky and molding them to the heads of our cocks.

“You’re right, that’s hot,” I agree in a husky voice.