Page 14 of Road Trip

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

MATT

172 miles to go

Yuma, AZ

H e wasn’t serious. No fucking way was he serious. No way did Jacob want to blow me. Like, I wasn’t a masochist or anything. I wouldn’t be his boyfriend if I didn’t think we could get off together, but I’d figured he’d want to ease into things, especially when it came to getting up close and personal with my dick. But this? Now? No way.

Except even while my brain didn’t believe it, my feet were already closing the distance between us. Because what was the worst that would happen? He was lying and he wasn’t going to blow me? He was already not blowing me, so I wouldn’t be any worse off than before, right? And if he wasn’t lying? Well, shit, there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity by being on the other side of the room if he was serious.

I came to a stop in front of him and dropped the towel, hoping he couldn’t see how much my hands were shaking. He probably didn’t even notice, though, not when my dick was threatening to put his eye out.

“Are you sure you want to—” I began and then almost choked on my tongue because before I could even get the question out, Jacob had leaned forward and licked the head of my dick. I reached out and grabbed his hair instinctively and then forced myself not to rip it from his scalp in my enthusiasm. “I guess that answers that.”

He grinned and looked up at me, then licked his lips. “Salty.”

“Gross,” I lied, and my dick let out a spurt of precum just at the sight of his tongue.

“Nah, it’s okay.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe I like it.”

“Gross,” I said again, my heart pounding, because he’d broken my brain and that was suddenly the only word I knew how to say.

Jacob’s grin grew, because he always knew when I was full of shit. “You said hot wrong.” He raised his eyebrows. “Have you ever given head before?”

“Why? Just because I’m gay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, duh. You got a head start on knowing sucking dick was on the agenda. I only figured it out like, right now. So have you ever given it?”

“No.”

“Gotten it?”

“No!” I hadn’t done anything . I hadn’t even kissed anyone before Jacob, and he knew that, but I guessed those things weren’t always related, right?

“Huh.” His grin faded into a lazy smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, right?” And then he wrapped his hand around my dick and leaned in and licked it again. Except this time it wasn’t just a tentative taste. This time it was slow and hot and wet, and electric sparks ran up my spine and set every nerve in my body alight, and— oh shit , I wasn’t going to last.

I tightened my grip on Jacob’s hair and squeezed my eyes shut.

He pulled back, offering me a moment of reprieve, but the next time he leaned in, he took the head of my dick into his mouth. I opened my eyes immediately because I had to fucking see that, right? I was saving it for a near-death situation when my life flashed in front of my eyes. I wanted it to be an Instagram slideshow of just this: Jacob, his mouth around my dick and his gaze slanted upward to catch mine. Because there was no way that anything else in my life would come close to this moment.

Sorry, Grand Canyon.

“How was that?” he asked when he pulled off, and then without waiting for an answer, he slid off the bed and landed on his knees. He licked his lips and leaned in again. “Okay, this angle is better.”

Holy-fuck-yes-it-is!

My brain stuttered. So did my hips, and it took strength I didn’t even know I had not to thrust forward and choke him on my dick. And that wasn’t dirty talk—I was literally worried about choking him since this was his first time, and I’d once watched him almost die when he swallowed a baby carrot wrong. And I was bigger than a baby carrot. That went without saying, right? But, just in case, a lot bigger.

Jacob bobbed his head and sucked hard, pulling a groan out of me. My body felt hot, my skin tight, and my heartbeat had a heavy echo in my balls. This was amazing. He was amazing. And him wanting me as much as I wanted him? That was the most amazing thing of all.

My hips jerked forward and Jacob gagged.

“Shit! Sorry! I’m sorry!”

He swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. When he spoke, his voice rasped. “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it. Want to try again?”

I stared down at him, nodding like a bobblehead. “Fuck, yes.”

This wasn’t going to be a porn blow job where one guy had rhythm and the other guy had no gag reflex. This was us figuring it out as we went along, and probably messing it up, and it turned out that was more perfect than perfection.

This time when Jacob took my dick in his mouth, he put his hands on my thighs, bracing himself as he slowly eased forward, swallowing half my dick before pulling back, then setting up a sloppy back and forth that had him sliding on and off my dick with short, jerky movements. My breathing sped up, and my entire world narrowed down to that hot, wet mouth.

When I was a kid, I’d touched a live wire once, and it had sent a shock racing throughout my entire body. It had been fucking terrifying and not fun. This reminded me of that, except it was the opposite. I couldn’t get enough of the jolts of pleasure that coursed through my veins every time Jacob bobbed his head, and when he ran his tongue along my shaft, my dick throbbed in warning. I barely had time to pull back before I was coming, leaving hot streaks of cum across his cheeks as I unloaded all over his face.

Fuck.

Jacob blinked up at me, and I wondered if we were both thinking that at least I hadn’t hit him right in the eye. I stared at the glob of cum sliding down his cheek.

“Um,” I said.

“Dude.” He wiped his cheek with his fingers and inspected them. “Little warning next time, huh?” And then he licked his fingers clean.

My brain shorted out.

My dick, which I’d presumed was out for the count, rallied at the sight of Jacob licking his fingers and let out one last spurt.

My legs wobbled. I sank down on the side of the bed before I embarrassed myself by falling down on my ass—as opposed to embarrassing myself by jizzing all over Jacob’s face. “Um,” I said again.

Jacob shifted so he was sitting on the floor facing me, snagging my towel and wiping his face properly. “That was hot as fuck.”

It was ?

I mean, for me, yeah. But I’d been having my dick sucked. That was never going to be not hot. But for Jacob? He’d liked it too? I felt a sudden surge of bravado, all mixed up with lust and curiosity and even a weird bit of jealousy. Like, Jacob got to suck a dick before I did? Typical! But the jealousy was admittedly pretty hard to hold onto given it was my dick he’d sucked.

“Can I try?” I asked.

It was Jacob’s turn to nod like a bobblehead. His dick was hard, and it bounced as he scrambled up to sit on the side of the bed, like he thought I might change my mind or something. But there was zero chance of that happening. Not when I’d been secretly dreaming about Jacob’s dick since the moment I first figured out what mine was for. I slid down onto my knees and shuffled around so I was between his spread thighs and wow, now that it was right in my face I had to stop and catch my breath because that was a lot of dick to swallow.

You can do this. You deep throated a hot dog for laughs once, remember?

Which, looking back, was a dumbass thing to do for a guy who’d been trying to stay in the closet. Like, gay or not, you deep throat a hot dog and things will be said around school.

“You’re thinking of the hot dog, aren’t you?” Jacob asked me, quirking a brow.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Yes.”

“Hey,” he said, worry creasing his forehead, “you don’t have to do this.”

“No! I want to,” I said. “You’re pretty big, is all. I’m just figuring out the logistics.”

I reached out and wrapped a hand around his dick to hold it steady, then leaned in and licked it.

The skin was silky under my tongue with faint traces of soap and salt, and I liked it. I liked it so much I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his dick and sucked. Jacob jerked like he’d been shot, his hips rocked forward, and precum flooded my mouth. I swallowed around the extra inch of dick without gagging, and a burst of something like pride washed over me. Jacob was right. This was hot as fuck.

Then Jacob’s fingers were in my hair, tugging gently, and that dialed every sensation up a notch. Shit. I wanted him to pull my hair harder. Except with a dick in my mouth, I couldn’t tell him that, and even if I hadn’t had a dick in my mouth, I wasn’t sure I’d know how to say it. Was this a kink, or was everyone into it? Jacob tightened his grip and tugged again—still gentle but definitely applying more pressure this time, making sure I felt it—and I made a noise that was so obviously fucking into it that I guessed we didn’t need to have that conversation after all.

I didn’t have any more rhythm than Jacob had probably, and I thought he lasted a little longer than I did. It was hard to tell. My brain went kind of fuzzy, and my body buzzed with new arousal—it was warm and slow like a hot bath, not sharp and urgent like it had been when Jacob blew me. It just felt good to be making him feel good, and every gasping breath he gave, every jerk of the muscles in his abdomen or thighs, every time his fist tugged my hair, caused a new wave of heat to course through me.

He did better than me in that he at least managed to gasp out, “Matty!” so I had time to pull off his dick before he tensed and came, decorating my skin with hot, messy streaks. I’d never understood why people thought facials were hot when I watched porn, but apparently it was one of those things where you literally had to be there, because holy shit . This was the hottest thing ever.

I did that!

Well, the cum was his, but I was the reason I was wearing it.

Jacob stared at me, his chest heaving, and I grinned up at him before I stuck my tongue out and traced my bottom lip, licking up the cum there. Jacob reached down and cupped my filthy face, then leaned down and kissed me, and okay, that was officially the hottest thing ever.

“Get up here,” he said and flopped back onto the bed. It took me a minute to remember how my legs worked, but once I could move, I flopped on the bed right next to him. I turned to face him only to find him watching me, eyes bright. “That was awesome. Are we blow job kings? I feel like we’re blow job kings.”

I snorted. “We’re so not.” I ran a hand over my cheek, smearing the cum that was still there. “We need a lot more practice.”

“We should have done this earlier,” he said. “Then we’d be blow job kings by now.”

“Earlier?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. If I’d figured out I was bi when I was, like, fifteen or something, we could have had three years of practice already.”

“When you were fifteen, you had zits,” I said. “Hard pass.”

“Fuck off!” He reached up above him for a pillow and thwapped me with it. “You had more zits than me when we were fifteen!” He poked me in the chin. “In fact…”

I twisted my head away. “That’s a mosquito bite.”

“Is not.”

“ Is not ,” I echoed. “This is why we couldn’t have dated when we were fifteen. We probably shouldn’t date now. We sound like we’re twelve .”

He snorted and stared up at the ceiling. “Do you think there’s a moment when you actually feel grown-up? Or, like, are guys like my dad just totally faking it and building their retirement funds and investments and all that shit but secretly thinking about if they should buy the Lego Millenium Falcon?”

“Dude, Lego costs a fortune,” I said. “You need to be a grown-up to afford it. Have you seen the price of a Lego Millenium Falcon? They’re crazy expensive. No twelve-year-old is buying that with their allowance.”

I’d never even had an allowance. But then again, I’d barely had a dad when I was twelve. But that was about to change. I wondered idly if me and my dad could build a Millenium Falcon together.

No, that was stupid. My brain was being stupid. My dad wasn’t going to want to build a Millenium Falcon with me. Like, first we had to get to know each other again. And even if I’d wanted to build a Millenium Falcon—which I didn’t—I wasn’t going to be all, Hey, Dad, it’s been, what? Ten years? Buy me some Lego because I’m broke? That would be weird. Too weird even for me.

But it would be kind of funny if it did happen. Then I could tease Jacob about it because he clearly did want to build a Millenium Falcon.

Except he’d be at college on the other side of the country.

My stomach dropped at the reminder, and the warm glow I’d been basking in disappeared. This was our last night together before he left me to go back home. And I wasn’t ready for this to be over, not when it had barely started.

Jacob nudged me, dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts. “How do you know how much the Millenium Falcon costs? You hate fun things.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff.”

He propped himself up onto an elbow. “No, seriously, how do you know it’s even a thing? You don’t like Lego.”

I knew because I’d looked at it for his birthday last year in the hope of it being on sale. Because Jacob had always been a big secret Lego-loving weirdo.

“Maybe I love Star Wars ,” I said.

“You don’t love Star Wars .” He narrowed his eyes for a moment in thought, and then his face lit up. “But I love Star Wars , so that means you love me!”

My heart squeezed.

It was the sort of thing he could have teased me about a week ago—and he had—and we both could have laughed it off. But the words hit differently now we were both lying here naked, smeared in cum. My first instinct was to deny it like I’d always done, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Jacob’s grin faded, leaving a thoughtful, soft expression on his face. “But you love me and I love you. Right?”

And because he’d said it too, admitting it was as easy as breathing. “Yeah. You love me and I love you.”

“Then we’ll make this work,” Jacob said. “We’ll visit as much as we can. And we’ll text, like, all the time. And we’ll send so many dick pics.”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Sure,” I said. “ So many.”

I was going to miss the fuck out of him.

But I knew if anyone could make this work between us, it was Jacob. When we talked about a long-distance relationship, even though a million things could go wrong, I knew that Jacob wouldn’t let them. Because when Jacob gave his word, he meant it. And I believed him.