Page 78 of Jace 4Ever
He leaned down even more on top of me, pressing me hard to the counter. I didn’t mind. It meant I could feel him better after a brain-shattering orgasm.
“Can I admit something?” he whispered. I nodded my assent. “You and the counter are the only reason I’m currently not sliding to the floor in a pile of postcoital delight.”
I chuckled. “We’re a pair.”
“Mmm.” Little kisses trailed across my shoulder and neck. “Let’s go to bed.”
“I’m covered in my own spend here, Nelson.”
Straightening a bit, he looked at me. “You don’t like to dirty talk much, do you?”
“What?”
“You called it spend. It’s cum.”
I felt my cheeks go red.
“God, that’s adorable. I love when you blush from my words.” His erection had softened, and he pulled back, leaving me bereft of him. I wanted him, filling me. “I’ll handle all the dirty talk if you’ll blush like that all the time.”
“You just noticed my lack of swearing?” I asked.
“No, I’ve noticed it, but it’s endearing that you turn red when I talk dirty.” He leaned in and whispered, “Cock.”
I burst out laughing. “That’s not how it works! I really only get flustered in the heat of the moment. If you walk up to me and just say that in my ear, without context, I’m going to laugh.”
“So... you’re laughing at my cock?”
The laugh echoed in the room. “I suppose I am.” I stepped into him and plastered myself again his body. “Now, I think we both need showers.”
“You did that on purpose!”
“Did I?” I winked and headed toward the bedroom.
“You don’t need the dirty words to talk dirty, you damn flirt.”
“I think there’s a shower stall with our names on it.” I turned the corner and called back over my shoulder, “And maybe a blow job.”
The next thing I knew, Nelson was scooping me up and running for the bathroom. We laughed all the way there, and well into the shower. Until my mouth was too full to form words and sounds.
Nelson
It hadto be close to eleven in the morning before I moved again in the bed. I knew my cell was probably full of messages from Cary and dozens of entertainment shows, and the sound of it ringing and ringing in the kitchen was probably what had made me crack my eyes open.
But I wasn’t ready to get out of bed. Not yet. Not while I was still wrapped around the beautiful man in my arms.
Jace slept peacefully there, his brown hair dried willy-nilly after our shower early in the morning. His skin was soft and luminescent, and he smelled like my soap. I wanted him to always smell like my soap and shampoo. I wanted him to always wake in my arms. I wanted him to be with me for all of the award shows.
I just wanted him.
A quiet, soft kiss to his ear brought another smile to my face. I dusted my words over his skin.
“I love you, Jace.”
A short draw of breath let me know he heard me. He rolled over, his big eyes wide and ethereal in the artificial dark of the bedroom. He studied me a moment.
“I love you too, Nelson.”
