Page 12 of Drunk Dialing

“Please, Treat. Touch me.”

He intended to. Everywhere.

Sliding his free hand over Jake’s chest, he palmed one developed pec, then thumbed a flat brown nipple.

Jake’s moan was everything, lighting him up. He craved this, knowing that all this passion was focused on him, that he could draw it out.

He worked both hands, then took a kiss, and he had to grin against Jake’s mouth. Lord knew he’d never been the kind of man who could pat his head and rub his belly at the same time, but with Jake, he could be amazingly ambidextrous.

The fine son of a bitch made him a better person somehow, made him want to be more than decent.

Jake panted, rocking on his hand. “Ready, dammit. In me.”

“Impatient man,” he teased.

“You got no idea. I been empty inside since I left you, you son of a bitch. I’ve ached for months, and it’s all my stupid fault!”

“You know I’ll give you what you need. But I won’t hurt you, so you have to wait a little more.” Jake was so damn tight. He needed more room.

He was going to make this perfect for Jake, dammit. He was going to draw Jake’s need out of him.

“Treat.”

“Shhh.” He kissed Jake again, lingering over it, moving his fingers in and out.

Jake’s eyelids went heavy, and he relaxed, going pliant, rocking steadily into his touch. He stroked Jake’s cock, his fingers playing over the smooth, hot skin, loving how Jake leaked for him, how hard he was.

There was no doubt that Jake was with him, focused on his hands. He could feel Jake shake, those inner muscles tightening on him.

He thought for sure Jake had to be ready now. “Do I need a condom, baby? I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“You’re my one.”

He knew that. Jake’s trust only went so far.

“Thank God.” He pulled his fingers free, then lubed up his cock. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yeah. God yes. Now is good.”

“It is for me too.” They shared a wild grin, and Treat muscled up to press his cock to that wet, pink hole.

The tiny ring of muscles burned and his cockhead pushed in, his eyes crossing. Jesus, Jake felt like home. Like everything he ever wanted.

“More.” Jake moaned, his lips parted, tongue flicking out to wet them.

“Everything. Absolutely fucking anything.” Treat’s hips started rocking, pressing in deep. He had to work not to just come right then, but he was going to make this last as long as he could. And he wanted to see Jake’s face when he came.

“Fuck.”

“Yes.” He thought fucking was a great plan.

“Treat…” That was a deep moan.

“Uh-huh.” He moved faster, his balls pulling up, his body aching.

He grabbed Jake’s cock, stroking fast and hard. He wasn’t going to go over the ledge first.

“Dammit!” Jake panted it out, and his body bowed, his feet drumming on the bed as he shot, hot come landing on Treat’s skin.

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