Page 46 of True North
Misha couldn’t help the noise he made when JT slid down onto his dick. Even through the condom, JT was amazingly soft and warm and wet. JT adjusted a couple of times, planting his knees more solidly in the couch cushions and settling himself more comfortably in Misha’s lap. Misha’s hands lighted on JT’s waist, then his hips. He wanted to touch JT everywhere. He needed more hands.
“You feel,” JT said, “fantastic.” He curled one hand around the back of Misha’s neck and rolled his hips. His mouth hung open as he moved again. “God. Okay. This won’t take long, but I’ll keep going after I come.”
Misha was evaporating. Fortunately, he didn’t have to do anything as JT used his powerful thighs to start riding. He liked this position for the visual and the sensation and also for how he didn’t really have to worry about doing anything wrong. His only responsibility was to sit there and not come too fast.
JT set a steady, grinding rhythm, quick on the upstroke and pushing down more slowly as he took Misha as deep as he could. He moved his hand from Misha’s shoulder to the back of the couch and used his grip there for more leverage. He breathed in shallow pants but was otherwise totally silent, a big enough change from how vocal he had been earlier that Misha began to worry he was somehow managing to do something wrong. He moved one hand to JT’s dick, thinking he would help the process along. At the first stroke, JT cried out sharply twice and began to come.
Even with the dual sensations of JT tightening around his dick and spilling over his fist, Misha was so surprised that he didn’t immediately realize what was going on. When his brain finally caught up, he stared in awe at JT’s expression of pained bliss, feeling a little like he’d taken a blow to the head but not at all mad about it. He had done that, or at least JT had used his dick to do it.
“God.” JT slumped against him, breathing hard, and pressed his forehead to Misha’s shoulder. “Okay, I didn’t think it was going to bethatfast.”
Misha laughed and rubbed both hands over JT’s back in soothing strokes. “It’s good. I feel, like—I’m so good fucking you. You like how I do.”
“I do like it.” JT sat up. “Okay.” He smiled down at Misha. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I’m very fast,” Misha warned.
“Because I’m so good at fucking you,” JT said, his smile turning sly as he rolled his hips again.
Misha melted into the couch as JT rode him, loosely holding JT’s hips and hungrily watching his body. He felt very relaxed at first, then less relaxed, then tense and urgent as JT kept moving. The condom helped, but he still wasn’t going to set any records for stamina. But that didn’t matter; JT had come already and seemed pleased enough with Misha’s performance. He could let go.
“You look close,” JT murmured to him. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to let me watch you come?”
“I think,” Misha said brainlessly, and did a few moments later in a mind-searing, full-body shudder.
JT ran his fingers through Misha’s hair as Misha recovered from his orgasm, sending shivers across Misha’s scalp and all down his back. He felt utterly wrung out and also amazing. In the background, the movie was still playing.
“How was that?” JT asked after a few quiet minutes.
Misha laughed, incredulous, and pulled JT down into a kiss as his answer. JT’s smile against his mouth said he understood.
Nineteen
JT woke with something tickling his mouth. As awareness seeped in, he realized it was Misha’s hair. He smiled with his eyes still closed, reveling in the warm weight of Misha’s body draped over his chest, the round pressure of Misha’s head tucked into the crook of his neck. Here they were.
He lay motionless for a while, letting Misha sleep. He had stuff to do, but nothing that was as important or as enjoyable as holding Misha in his arms. The morning sun streamed through the open windows and pooled on the carpet. The air was filled with a chorus of birds. He couldn’t imagine a nicer way to start the day.
Misha stirred at last, snuffling against JT’s shoulder. JT rubbed Misha’s back in slow circles, easing him into consciousness. Misha yawned against JT’s neck, his breath puffing damply against JT’s skin.
“You awake?” JT asked, filled with fond amusement. Misha was always so slow and sleepy in the mornings.
“No.” Misha groaned and repositioned, flopping one leg over JT’s hips. “It’s early.”
“It’s—” JT turned his head to check the clock. “Okay, it’s six thirty. But it’s notthatearly.”
Misha’s body shook with his quiet laughter. “It’s early. You bring coffee, okay?” He planted a loud, smacking kiss on JT’s neck, then another one, much gentler. Then he pressed himself up onto one elbow to begin lavishing kisses over JT’s throat and collarbones, open-mouthed kisses that weren’t at all polite or casual. JT’s toes curled in the sheets at the scrape of Misha’s teeth over the hollow of his throat.
“You trying to start something?” he asked, annoyed by how breathless he sounded. You couldn’t give Misha an inch because he would take at least ten miles.
Misha cut his eyes up toward JT’s face, smirking. “Yeah.”
Well, it was working. JT lay there and stared at the ceiling, one hand cradling the back of Misha’s head as Misha’s kisses traveled down JT’s chest and over his abdomen. JT had gotten a number of blowjobs that started exactly like this and was expecting Misha to head in that direction, but instead Misha sat up and reached for the nightstand drawer to pull out the lube.
“Oh yeah?” JT asked, a little surprised but not unwilling. It was always open season on his ass.
Misha’s cheeks flushed faintly pink. “Can I—my fingers?”
“You—sure,” JT said, even more surprised. He definitely hadn’t expected that. “You liked doing that?”