Page 22 of Level Up (Franklin U 2 #4)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ryan

We couldn’t get back to the dorm fast enough.

The second the door was closed was the second we started to undress, dropping our shorts and colliding back together in a passionate kiss. My Calvins strained to hold my stiff cock down.

I rubbed myself against Jay and swallowed a moan of his.

“Fuck, baby,” I said, holding his chin in my hand. His lips shone wet from our kiss. “Look at how hard you have me.”

“ Fuuuuuck ,” Jay hissed out, rubbing my length through my briefs. He was just as hard. Precum leaked from his tip and darkened the white fabric.

I thumbed his wet slit and brought it to my lips. The salt swirled around my taste buds. “You’re already getting wet for me.” I pulled him against me, grinning down at that beautiful face. “Good boy.”

God, Jay was the sexiest man alive. His long lashes batted up at me, his pouty lips curling into a delicious smile. I wanted to see that mouth turned to the shape of an O. Wanted to see those eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

Jay slowly lowered himself down to his knees. He held my calves, massaging them. “That feels so fucking good,” I said, finding relief in the way his fingers dug out knots of tense muscle. “It was leg day at the gym.”

“It has to be leg day every day for you.”

“You like them?” I flexed my thigh, the lines of muscles popped underneath my snake tattoo.

“Fuck yeah I do.” He kissed my thigh, making my cock throb against my briefs. He shifted his attention to my needy dick, rubbing his face against my length. I dropped my head back and groaned with pleasure. I knotted my hands through his hair and held him against my crotch.

His stifled whimper nearly had me come right then and there.

“Get on the bed,” I demanded. The lust in my veins had me seeing double. Jay got up and moved toward the bed, dropping his briefs and lying down.

“The other way,” I said, taking off my underwear, my thick cock springing free. “With your head hanging off the edge.”

Jay’s eyes lit up. His smirk turned into a devilish grin as he did what I asked. I walked over with my dick swinging left and right like a damn baseball bat. I stroked myself before I squatted down, holding my dick so that it slipped right into Jay’s open and eager mouth.

The heat and the wetness that encompassed me was like finding nirvana.

I shut my eyes and pushed in deeper. He swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. I spit in my hand and reached for him, stroking him as he sucked me off.

“Fuuuuck,” I hissed out.

He had me down to my balls, his nose against my sac. His long legs stretched out. His sexy feet pushed up against the white brick wall. “You swallow Daddy’s cock so well. Take it. Hold it there, baby. That’s it.” His toes curled against the wall, his fingers pressing harder into my thighs as my cock stuffed his mouth.

He pulled back for a breath. “You taste so good,” he said, hands still holding my thighs. He tugged me back to him.

Damn. He was really hungry for my dick. That drove me fucking wild.

I started to fuck his mouth, giving him exactly what he wanted. His moans mixed with the wet sounds of my cock being buried down his throat. His nipples pebbled, his chest turning a flush pink. I rubbed his chest, appreciating every inch of Jay as he worshipped me with his mouth.

But I needed more. So much more.

I took a step back, Jay looking like I took away his favorite toy. He flipped over, his cute bubble butt looking like a full-course meal. I gave him a smack. The jiggle was more than pleasing. I spat on my fingers and brought them over his tight pink hole.

He moaned and dropped his head as I rubbed him, applying enough pressure to slip in and tease him a bit. He started to grind on the bed, his hole putting up zero resistance. I slipped in deeper, curling my finger inside him, exploring him.

“Ohhh, shit. That feels so good,” he said, spurring me on. My cock beaded with precum. I needed more .

“Jay, I want to fuck you. So bad.”

“Do it. Please.”

“You sure? Can you handle this?” I grabbed the base of my cock with my free hand, my finger still probing him.

“Yes, give it to me, Daddy. Please.”

I nearly came right then and there.

I slowly pulled my finger out of him and went to the nightstand, where I had a small bottle of lube. I popped the cap open and squirted a good amount into my palm. Jay watched me from the bed, his eyes glowing, small beads of sweat already forming around his chest. He had a hand between his legs.

“That’s it, stretch yourself open for me,” I said, watching him finger himself. He pulled his slick finger out and held his ass open for me. I hoisted his legs onto my shoulders, pulling him toward the edge of the bed.

I lined myself up with him. We’d already talked about being tested and on PrEP, so I passed on the condoms.

“Ready for me?”

He bit his bottom lip and nodded as I pressed the head of my rock-hard cock against his entrance.

“Open up. That’s it, oh fuck, fuck, Jay, baby, you’re so tight.”

He let out a gasp as I pushed in, half my cock disappearing inside him with ease. The slick heat encased me, threatened to light me on fire from the inside out. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to give one hard thrust and bury myself balls deep.

I kissed his ankle, his toes curling as I rocked my hips forward, inch by inch, going deeper and deeper. Jay’s eyes rolled back as his body became mine, and mine became his .

It was such a powerful moment that I felt those famous three words bubble up to my lips. I nearly said them, too, but swallowed down my confession of love and replaced it with a deep, chesty moan.

Too soon. Too quick. He wouldn’t believe me, even though I had no doubt it was what I was feeling for him.

I started to pick up my pace, my cock sliding in and out of him. “You like that, huh?” I grabbed his dick in my hand and stroked in time with my thrusting. I was already getting close, and judging by how tight his balls looked, so was Jay.

“Say it. Say how much you love having my cock inside you.”

“I love. It so. Fucking much,” he said, his words broken up by my thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“I’m so close, Jay.”

“Give it to me, Ry. Please. Fill me up.”

“Yeah? I want to see you nut first.” I started to stroke him a little faster, his body tensing around me, his eyebrows dripping down and his legs stretching and— “Ohhh fuck,” I said, holding him as he erupted, ropes of cum shooting across his chest, his hole tightening around me with every shot.

It was all I needed to tip over the edge. I roared like a lion and slammed into him, stilling as I came. It was one of the strongest orgasms of my damned life. My vision got cloudy, and my entire body convulsed as my balls emptied inside a sex-drunk Jay.

As the moment came to an end, I found I didn’t want to separate from him. I leaned down and kissed him, still filling him. “Fuck,” I said, smiling against his lips. “That was incredible.”

“It really was,” he said, moaning as I slowly pulled out of him, my cum leaking out. I went and got him a warm, wet hand towel, but instead of handing it to him, I cleaned him up myself. Gentle. Taking my time. Appreciating him, as I had when I was fucking him senseless.

With Jay cleaned up, I set the towel down and got back onto the bed. We naturally fit together in a cuddling position, his leg over mine, his hand over my heart.

This night was perfect. Almost too perfect.

The Beacon Bay project…

It had been on my mind all day. Time with Jay helped me forget about it, but there really was no more putting it off. Earlier in the day, my dad called and gave me one last chance. Saying that the news would be going public any time now and that it would be great to have my name attached.

Of course I told him no, but that left another massive problem I had to deal with. A guillotine that was set to fall once the news broke.

And I had no idea when that would be. It could be tomorrow. That scared the shit out of me.

I couldn’t lose this.

I couldn’t let go of Jay. Not so soon after I made him mine.

I have to tell him.

Jay traced invisible shapes on my chest, his breath tickling my ear. I could feel his heart beating against my arm, his body flush next to mine. He was warm, and he was sexy, and he was so fucking perfect.

He was also going to be so fucking pissed. I could let Jay find out and pretend as if I didn’t know, I never wanted to lie to Jay like that. And if Jay found out I never told him… that would likely hurt him more than if I kept it to myself.

I couldn’t do that to him.

Of course I’d also have a chance to tell him that I tried to stop my father. But would that be enough? Or would he still feel some kinda way about my family now being so deeply involved with this?

No matter how perfect tonight had been, I realized that I needed to make a choice. Risk ruining it by telling him, or risk ruining us by not.

I knew I couldn’t chance the latter, so I had to do the former. It felt like the only option I had.

My pulse quickened, and suddenly, the room started to feel a little tight. I was never good at coming out with things, mainly because I wasn’t the kind of guy who hid things in the first place.

“Jay…” I sat up, propping my back against the wall. Jay looked up at me and immediately picked up on the worry in my gaze. He sat on the bed, cross-legged, still naked and looking like a beautiful angel sent directly down from heaven.

Please don’t fuck this up.

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Oh Lordy, now?” His gaze narrowed. “You don’t have an STI or something, do you, because?—”

“No, no, absolutely not.”

He dramatically wiped at his forehead in a sign of fake relief. “Okay, good, because I really didn’t want a shot in my ass. At least not unless you’re the one giving it to me.” He gave me a wink, his smile easy and relaxed .

Shit, shit, shit.

Maybe I shouldn’t say anything?

He cocked his head, his expression turning more serious. “So? What is it?”

I could wave it off. I could say I was joking. I could kiss him and have him forget all about what I said.

“It’s about the Beacon Bay project.”

He blinked a couple of times and seemed to try to process my words. “Ooookay… what about it?”

“I’ve been holding something back from you. Please, don’t get upset. But, well, my dad is involved. He told me today that news will be public in twenty-four hours. I’m so sorry, Jay. I seriously am.”

His head dropped forward, his brows furrowed together. “Hold up, seriously? Because I think maybe an STI would have been more preferable. At least there’s antibiotics for that. But this? Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, Jay.”

“When did you know?”

“A few weeks ago.”

He put a hand on his face and laughed. “So you’ve been lying to me, then?”

“No, no, I never lied. I would never lie to you, Jay.”

“But you asked me out, knowing your dad was involved in one of the most environmentally destructive projects to hit the West Coast in decades? You manipulated me.”

“That’s not it at all. I fell for you before my dad was ever in the project. I fell for you that night I saw you at the party. You lit up my world. Made me see color when it was all just shades of gray. ”

There was a spark in his gaze that was quickly doused with a glossy sheen. “I feel… I feel betrayed.”

“I’d never betray you. On my life. You know that.”

“I want to know that.”

“Then trust me.”

Jay swallowed. He shook his head. “This is a lot. This is really a lot right now.”

I could see this beginning to spiral. It’s exactly what I didn’t want to happen.

“It’s ok, let’s lay down. We can talk about this,” I said, trying to defuse the situation.

“I think I need some fresh air.”

“Before that, I want you to know that the Beacon Bay project is what caused me and my dad to fight. I told him straight up I wanted it shut down.”

Jay took a breath. He never appeared this distant, not even in the beginning when he tried to keep me away. “How do I even know you’re telling me the truth?” he asked.

“Because I am.” I reached for him, but he took his hand away. He might as well have slapped me. He got off the bed and put on shorts and a shirt. “I swear, Jay, I stood up to my dad and asked him to back out of the project.”

Jay turned. There wasn’t anger in his expression, like I expected. It was more of a hurt, in the way his eyebrows dipped and head slowly shook from side-to-side.

“I swear.”

“And… I believe that, Ryan. But damn it. Why couldn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I was scared of exactly this happening. ”

“I wish you had more trust in me than that.” Jay grabbed his keys and wallet off the desk.

“I did and I do. It was more of a me problem that I didn’t tell you.”

Jay rubbed his face. “I need to go for a walk.”

“Wait, can I go with you?” I moved to stand, but he shook his head.

“No. No… I’m sorry. I need some space right now. I’m just feeling really anxious right now and I know one thing that helps me is walking.”

“I totally understand. At least text me where you’re going. It’s late.”

Jay paused. He took the tiniest step forward. Was he about to jump back into bed? Could we get back to how we were only ten minutes ago?

“I’ll text you.”

I collapsed back onto the bed. Fuck. I really messed this up. Exactly what I was scared of happening.

Fuuuuuuuck.