Page 19 of The Fete of Summer (Tales of Crumbington #1)

Before Jaymes could speak again, Nathan had cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed gently before taking the whole head in his mouth.

Obscene words drifted down from Jaymes as Nathan bobbed his head, letting out an occasional popping sound as he released Jaymes’ cock.

As the groaned expletives continued, Nathan decided to shut Jaymes up by taking his whole length—not an easy task because of the girth—while snaking his tongue repeatedly around.

Before he had finished, Jaymes used his hands to pull Nathan’s head away, a soft whimpering sound coming from him.

“Okay, Nate,” he said, his voice shaking and serious. “I get it. You give fucking amazing head. But if you carry on like that, it’ll all be over. Let me take the reins now. Give me a chance to recover.”

Flipping places once again, Jaymes crushed his mouth onto Nathan’s.

Without breaking the kiss, he eased Nathan’s legs apart, pulled his knees up and slid the head of his hot cock along Nathan’s arse crack, the tip already slick with pre-cum.

Jaymes knew how to tease. Nathan’s legs squeezed tight around Jaymes’ lower back, letting him know he wanted more.

Releasing Nathan’s mouth, Jaymes went down on Nathan, sucking each of his balls, torturing him by taking him into his mouth before once again pressing the length of his cock along Nathan’s crack.

Nathan peered down at Jaymes’ head of blond thatch when he pulled away until he felt a spit-slick finger, thick and callused, squeezing slowly inside him as Jaymes worked his length with his mouth.

After moments of twisting and probing, the finger withdrew, and this time Nathan heard the snap of the lube bottle opening.

He had been expecting to feel cool liquid touch him, but instead, Jaymes released his cock and ran his tongue around the sensitive skin of Nathan’s hole before pushing back inside.

Nathan moaned aloud and felt the beginnings of an orgasm.

Jaymes brought his head away and pushed another finger inside, his mouth returning to swallow Nathan’s length.

Nathan loved the feeling, realising how much he had missed the carnal intimacy, the raw sensation of fulfilling sexual need, until Jaymes withdrew and pushed a third finger into him, stroking his prostate, his pleasure centre.

Nathan literally yelped, bucked his hips and moaned, which set Jaymes chuckling.

“There you are, my little friend.”

After twisting his fingers, Jaymes stroked the spot once more. Nathan flinched, feeling pressure mounting at the root of his cock. He’d almost forgotten how much pleasure two men could give each other.

“Jaymes, you need to fuck me now. Please. I beg you.”

But Jaymes had already begun moving. A second after he withdrew his hand, the head of his sheathed cock replaced the loss of heat, pushing in slowly and stopping.

Nathan’s breath stuttered for a second, the pain familiar yet still sharp, but the burn of the stretch gradually subsiding.

As promised, Jaymes pushed forward gradually and allowed Nathan time to adjust. Jaymes was generously blessed, and despite the coolness of the room, Nathan felt perspiration begin dotting his forehead.

Finally, Jaymes’ sweat-slick face appeared over Nathan's, his eyes wide with wonder.

“I’m all the way in.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jaymes grinned again, but when he started moving, a tortured mask of ecstasy replaced his smile.

After a few tentative strokes, he began to pull out almost all the way before sliding back in.

With Nathan’s nerve endings brought to life, he began to move into each stroke.

When Jaymes changed angles and thrust back hard, he hit right on target, and Nathan cried eager encouragement and affirmation into his ear.

Each subsequent thrust hit home, followed by a series of long, slow strokes.

Accompanying the lovemaking, the bed frame creaked loudly, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall, each thump marking out the increasing pleasure and tension building inside Nathan.

When Jaymes’ mouth covered Nathan’s and once again he rammed in hard and fast, Nathan finally came apart, cum erupting from him, hitting their joined chests and filling his navel.

Jaymes came seconds afterwards, growling loudly and pushing his cock as far into Nathan as he could reach, filling the condom.

After shuddering for a moment, he collapsed on top of Nathan.

Their chests bounced breathlessly against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and semen.

Once they had both calmed, Jaymes pulled out slowly and gently, which made Nathan groan at the loss.

Jaymes was a generous and careful lover.

Both sprawled on their backs, staring at the ceiling unspeaking and breathing in sync. Eventually, Nathan broke the silence.

“Is there anything you’re not good at?”

Jaymes’ laughter rumbled, and he turned on his side to face Nathan. With one hand cradling his head, he reached out and stroked a thumb around Nathan’s groin, fondling his balls and sending a tingle through his spent cock.

“If I could turn you into a slice of pizza, this would be a perfect night.”

“There’s one in the freezer I could defrost.”

“Nah. We haven’t finished yet. You ready for round two?”

“If you keep that up, I will be.”

“Let me get rid of this,” said Jaymes, plucking off the filled condom, rising from the bed and disappearing towards the bathroom. A few seconds later he stretched out again next to Nathan. “For the record, I hate condoms.”

“Why?”

“Reduced sensation. It’s like kissing through shrink-wrap. But having lived with a cheating bastard, I understand the need.”

Jaymes shuffled closer and lined their bodies up.

Almost chastely, he smoothed the back of one hand down Nathan’s chest before leaning in and kissing him.

Both of their bodies responded to the close contact, Jaymes’ erection straining against Nathan’s stomach.

As their breathing deepened again, Nathan had been expecting Jaymes to roll on top of him, but instead, Jaymes rolled the other way and pulled Nathan on top.

Immediately, one hand went to Nathan’s crack and stroked there, a finger probing into his warm depths.

Nathan moaned with pleasure into Jaymes’ mouth before pulling away.

“You’ve no idea how much I needed this,” he whispered.

“Actually, I think I do. Sit tight while I grab a condom.”

“Let me.”

Nathan reached over and plucked a condom from the box. With the foil wrapper between his teeth, he squirted lube into his palm, then reached behind and massaged Jaymes’ straining erection. Jaymes groaned and pushed his hips into the caress.

“You’re good at this, Nate.”

“Yeah, well. Got to be good at something.”

Finishing off, Nathan ripped open the foil and rolled the latex down Jaymes’ length. Pushing the remaining lube from his fingers into his backside, he positioned himself over Jaymes and lowered gently, his eyes rolling back into his head and closing.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” moaned Jaymes as Nathan lowered all the way onto his length and waited for a few moments before rising slowly, his hands braced against Jaymes’ chest.

“Mm-hmm.”

After a dozen or so more times, moving slowly and savouring every tiny pleasurable sensation, Nathan almost missed Jaymes’ deep murmur.

“Look at me, Nate.”

Nathan opened his eyes and saw such intensity in Jaymes’ eyes, such trust and tenderness, that he almost forgot to breathe. Craning forward, he wrapped his arms lightly around Jaymes’ neck and brought their mouths together. After taking his fill, he stopped moving, pulled back and smiled at Jaymes.

“Your turn, big boy. Show me what you’ve got,” he said, allowing Jaymes to move into him at his own pace.

Jaymes needed no encouragement. With a guttural rumble in his chest, he brought his knees up and pounded hard, his strong arms around Nathan’s waist, holding him in place.

Jaymes responded with such ferocity that Nathan almost lost his balance before locking his arms behind Jaymes’ neck.

Jaymes responded by pulling him closer, until Nathan’s cock rubbed up and down Jaymes’ stomach.

“God, Jay. I—I think I’m going to—”

Panting with pleasurable exertion, Jaymes came first, thrusting into Nathan and holding there, releasing a long, raspy growl of ecstasy. Nathan followed right behind, still rubbing against Jaymes’ body and spurting shot after shot of warm cum onto Jaymes’ chest and neck.

Both collapsed again, Nathan slowly rolling off Jaymes until they lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.

“We should get some sleep,” said Nathan. “I’ll get a wet cloth to clean us up.”

Nathan moved to the door and stopped. A sudden nervousness filled him when he turned to witness Jaymes studying him, a grin on his face.

“Will you sleep in here tonight?” asked Nathan.

The absurdity of the question was not lost on him. After everything they’d just done, he felt nervous about having Jaymes sleep next to him.

“Unless you want me on the couch?”

“No, I—” said Nathan, a smile finding its way to his lips. “No, definitely not. I want you here.”

Five minutes later, as they settled beneath the sheets, Jaymes lined his body up against Nathan’s spine, his knees tucked into Nathan’s, an arm around his waist. Nathan had never felt so comforted.

“I could get used to this.”

In response, Jaymes simply kissed the back of his neck.

While his bedside clock ticked out seconds and minutes, Jaymes’ gentle breath in his hair slowed as he fell asleep.

Nathan forced himself to stay awake, wanting to savour every last minute with naked Jaymes in his bed because he felt sure this wouldn’t last. Nothing ever did.

Soon, tiredness overtook him and he descended into dreams of laughter, freedom and possibility.