Page 37 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

SLATER

I was worried for a second that the homophobic dick at the bar was going to ruin our night and send AJ back into his shell.

But apparently I owe the guy a fruit basket—or is that too on the nose?

—because whatever he muttered under his breath had the opposite effect I expected.

My lips are still tingling from AJ’s kiss as he drags me out of the bar, leaving our unfinished drinks behind.

He doesn’t just grab my hand when we hit the sidewalk, he puts his arm around my shoulders and nuzzles my ear as we make our way down the busy street towards home.

If anyone is bothered by the overt display of queerness, I wouldn’t know.

I’m too focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not melting into a puddle of horny goo right here on the sidewalk.

AJ nips at my earlobe and I stifle a gasp.

“Dude, you want the whole neighborhood to see my dick hard?” I groan, leaning into the solid heat of his body.

“No, I’d rather keep it to myself.” He rumbles a laugh and stops with the slutty ear play, dropping his arm from around my shoulder and threading his fingers between mine. “I’ve… uh… wondered about that, actually.”

“What’s that?” I ask, half my brain cells still offline thanks to all of the blood rushing to my cock, and the other half pretty damn fixated on what’s going to happen once we get back to the apartment.

“Other people,” he says. “Other guys.” His voice is a low growl that reminds me a little of his caveman moment in the locker room earlier this week.

I grin and take my turn nipping playfully at his ear. “Are you saying you want to be exclusive or are you proposing a threesome?” I tease.

He looks over at me and arches an eyebrow. “I meant being exclusive, but let’s put a pin in the threesome thing.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Yeah, okay,” I agree easily, my heart fluttering and flipping.

I kind of wish Nolan was here right now so I could very maturely stick my tongue out at him and gloat a little. AJ doesn’t want to fuck his way through Boystown. He wants me . Fuck, that actually makes my dick even harder than the ear licking did.

“So, if we’re dating exclusively, that would make us…” I want to hear him say the word so I know this means what I think it does.

He swallows hard and his lips twitch with a smile. “Boyfriends,” he says with a slight rasp in his voice.

Fuck, that’s even sexier than I thought it would be.

I make an excited, strangled sound in my throat and stop right in the middle of the sidewalk to pull him into a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft and the stubble on his jaw is just the right amount of rough against my skin.

I want to feel it against the insides of my thighs, I want to feel it dragging over my ass cheeks and my hole as he spreads me open and licks me.

Someone whistles at us and I smile against AJ’s lips.

“Come on.” I grab his hand again and we hurry the rest of the way back to the apartment.

As soon as we’re inside, we kick off our shoes and I grab the front of his shirt to pull him down the hallway to my bedroom.

My heart is going fucking wild and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s been turned up to eleven.

My lips are aching for AJ’s, my cock is pulsing with my thundering heartbeat, even my clothes feel sensitive against my skin.

“I’m fucking crazy about you, Slater.” His voice is husky, full of gravel and sex and fucking need . It thunders through me just as intensely as the erratic beat of my heart.

“I think I passed ‘crazy’ weeks ago. I’m fucking gone over you.

I’m obsessed in the best way. I want to be around you all the time, and not just because I want to touch you and get you naked.

Although, I do want that too.” Maybe I’m saying too much, but I can’t stop myself, the words just keep spilling out.

I bump my nose against his and tighten my fist around the fabric of his shirt.

“I want to tell you every thought in my head and hear that cute-as-fuck wheezy laugh of yours. I just want you , all the damn time.”

We haven’t even really touched yet, but I’m already panting, my head is already fucking spinning. AJ’s warm, sweet breath washes over my face as he lets out a strained, needy moan and then slams his lips into mine.

His tongue snakes into my mouth and I wrap my arms around him to press myself closer.

With AJ, it seems like I can never get close enough.

If I could climb inside him and become one person, I would.

I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest as our lips slide against each other and our tongues tangle around muffled moans and gulping breaths.

We stumble across my bedroom, our hands everywhere as we tug at each other’s clothes, shedding them with clumsy, hurried determination.

If I don’t get his skin against mine as soon as possible, I’m pretty sure I’ll fucking die.

The weight of his cock drags against mine through our jockstraps as we both step out of our jeans before we tumble into bed.

The mattress bounces and groans under me as we lick deeper into each other’s mouths, lost in the hot, wet kisses that feel more important than oxygen right now.

AJ rolls his hips, grinding our cocks together.

With our jocks still on, it’s just a tease of what I really want.

The heat of his skin is muted, I can almost feel his balls swing against mine with his thrust. A needy whine builds in my throat and I break the kiss just long enough for us both to get our shirts off.

We slam back together instantly, like magnets or…

I don’t know, something else fucking inevitable and impossible to fight.

I need his mouth on mine like I need food or water or air.

I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of feeling the weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, or his big, hairy chest pressed against mine. I whine again and hump my cock against his, precum soaking through my jock, my balls tight and achy.

“I want you to eat my hole, Bro,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip and teasing my fingers over his chest without actually touching his nipples.

AJ moans into my mouth and his cock spasms against mine.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “Fuck yeah. Flip over.” He grinds into me with another eager roll of his hips, and I arch up underneath him, digging my fingers into the meat of his pecs.

Before I can flip myself over, he grabs me around the waist and does it for me. I’m not a small dude, but compared to all of his solid muscle, I might as well be a rag doll. Why is that so fucking hot? Actually, it kind of puts my childhood obsession with He-Man into a whole different light.

I get my knees under me and press my face into the pillow, making myself comfortable and spreading my legs.

My cock is still trapped in my damp, sticky jock, but my ass is on full display for him.

AJ palms my cheeks and spreads them, and a heated shiver runs through me.

Dude is staring right at my asshole. It feels vulnerable and dirty as fuck, and so hot I whine again and buck my hips, dragging my cock along the inside of my jock and spilling more precum.

“You have cute little blond hairs back here,” he murmurs, dragging one finger through the crease between my cheeks and teasing it over my hole.

I gasp and tremble, choking out a laugh into the pillow. “Feeling a little awkward with my asshole on display, so you can feel free to skip the commentary.”

He chuckles, and the puff of his breath against my hole lets me know just how close his mouth is.

I clench and squirm, nerve endings I’ve never paid enough attention to sparking to life and making my whole body light up.

AJ makes a horny sound in the back of his throat, and then, without warning, the hot, wet flat of his tongue laps over my hole.

I feel the lick everywhere—in my cock, in my balls, all the way down to my goddamn toes, which curl and flex as I moan loudly into the pillow.

He lets out a throaty kind of purr, nuzzling his nose into the crease of my ass before licking me again. There’s nothing shy or tentative about the way he slurps and nibbles and laps at my hole. It’s like my ass is his favorite meal and he’s starving for it.

His spit trickles down my crease and over my taint, where it soaks into my jock right over my sac.

He grunts and groans, every sound vibrating against my rim and working its way through me the same way that first lick did.

I can feel every flick, every nibble, every moan pulsing through my whole body.

My cock has never been harder in my life.

I flex my hips, grinding and fucking myself against his mouth, the damp cotton of my jock wrapping around my shaft to tease me with barely there strokes.

“Finger me,” I gasp. “Open me up, get me ready to take your cock. Please, bro, I want you to fuck me.”

He moans against my hole again and then shoves his tongue inside of me, breaching the tight ring of muscles and licking me so deep that my eyes cross and my body quakes.

“You have lube?” he asks, sitting back and replacing his wandering tongue with gentle strokes of his fingertips over my spit-drenched, quivering hole.

“Nightstand,” I pant. “Condoms too.”

AJ grunts, and the bed shifts as he reaches over to fish out the supplies.

Waiting here with my ass up and my cock throbbing should probably feel more awkward than it does.

The few seconds it takes him to tear open the box and squirt the lube onto his fingers are enough for me to calm down a little at least, so hopefully I won’t nut the second he shoves his fingers inside of me.

“Ready?” he asks, petting one of my ass cheeks with his unlubed hand.

I stifle a laugh and try not to feel like a feral animal he’s trying to keep calm.

“So fucking ready. Give it to me.”

AJ