Page 66 of Two for Holding
Jax watched him go.His ass in those suit pants was a crime.Maybe he should have gone whole hog, straight-up admitted he had no preference which part of Tom’s physique he got his mouth on.He’d be perfectly fine burying his face in those cheeks and never coming up for air again.
Probably not.If the mere mention of a blow job scared Tom off, Jax would have to learn to keep his stupid mouth shut.Good thing Tom had self-control because Jax was clearly all out.
His phone chimed in his pocket.Jax pulled it out.
I’m waiting around the corner.Give it two minutes and follow me out.
Very carefully, Jax resisted the urge to fist pump.No impulse control, huh?If only Tyson Fuller could see him now.He drank the rest of his beer, told Breezy he was a caricature of a human being, and let Luca explain what he meant.Then, he moseyed off toward the bar to settle the tab for the team.He was feeling generous.
It took way too long to get to Tom’s place in Palo Alto from the city.Convenient it might be for practice, but not when Jax desperately needed to see Tom naked.They spent a full half hour in the back seat of an Uber, not touching each other.Finally, they reached Tom’s cold, impersonal apartment, and once again the urge struck Jax to fill Tom’s life with things he’d enjoy instead of sticking to the purely practical.Tom deserved a place that suited him rather than one that just made sense for hockey.He deserved furnishings he liked, food he enjoyed, and a little mess crowding the corners of his hermetically sealed-off existence.
Jax could be the mess.
Jax was already a mess, kissing Tom wet and sloppy as soon as the door shut behind them.“Tom,” he said between kisses.“Tom, Tom, I want you so much, you can’t imagine.”
Tom groaned with his head thrown back against the wall while Jax ran his teeth down his clavicle.“I think I have an idea.”
Fifteen years, Jax reminded himself.It had been fifteen years since Tom had done anything, and even then, he’d admitted he hadn’t done a lot.“Are you sure about this?We’ve been drinking, and—”
“I had one light beer,” Tom said.And then he said, “Please.”
Jax’s tenuous hold on his impulse control snapped.
He fell to his knees, hard.He didn’t care about the pain when they hit linoleum.He didn’t care they were both still fully dressed.He needed, and he needed now.His hands shook as he undid the fly of Tom’s pants and pushed them down to fall around his ankles.It had been months since he’d touched anyone else, weeks since he’d started wanting this, and his entire life since he’d touched someone and meant it the way he meant this.
Tom’s cock was long and uncut and already mostly hard.Jax pressed a kiss to the head before running his tongue all around it.
“Oh,” Tom said somewhere above him, vaguely surprised.
With his mouth open, Jax drew a sloppy line down the entire length of Tom’s cock, getting it wet.The taste, the smell—body wash, sweat, Tom—being on his knees for this man, all of it conspired to send any blood still in Jax’s brain south.He was hard and straining, and it comforted him in a weird way because, really, nothing had changed from all their make-out sessions.He could give something to Tom, something Tom wanted to experience, and his own intense arousal was a happy by-product.
He took the head of Tom’s cock into his mouth and sucked.
“Jesus.”
Jax groaned around his mouthful in agreement.He loved how Tom sounded, how overwhelmed.He wrapped his fist around the base and set a slow rhythm, up and down with his mouth.
“Uh,” Tom grunted, and, “fuck.”
With his free hand, Jax grabbed one of Tom’s and deposited it on his head.Tom kept his grip gentle at first, petting at the strands, but when Jax started really using his tongue, drawing snaking patterns along the underside of Tom’s cock, his hand clenched down.Jax’s eyes rolled up, and he moaned.The vibrations made Tom pull harder, and Jax sucked more in response, and from there, it was all heat and spit dripping out the corner of his mouth and the inexorable weight of Tom’s cock on his tongue.
Jax lost a little time, bobbing his head up and down, sucking and tonguing and changing his rhythm up when it got to be too much for his jaw.He liked how little he needed to think.He palmed himself through his pants every now and again when he got too desperate, only barely enough stimulation so his body knew he hadn’t forgotten it.
“Please,” Tom said eventually, andoh.His voice had gone so breathy and deep.He said it again, and the desperation in it made Jaxthrob.
He pulled off long enough to say, “I’ll take care of you, baby.”
Then he opened his mouth wide, let the head of Tom’s cock rest there, and started stroking him frantically while he drew wild patterns with his tongue.
The hand in Jax’s hair clenched tight.Tom’s hips shook with the effort of staying still.He said, “Jax!”And then he came all over Jax’s tongue in long pulses that left him shaking and bent over.
Tom slid to the floor, naked from the waist down, and pulled Jax onto his lap.Everywhere he touched Jax, shoulders, waist, legs, lit up as though an electrical charge passed between them.
“I can’t,” Jax gasped out.“I have to—”
Fumbling between them, Tom got his pants undone.Jax had leaked so much his underwear was wet clean through, and he nearly came the second Tom touched him.All he needed was a little extra push.
“Tell me,” he half begged, half demanded.Their movements became rhythmless and clumsy, Jax thrusting his hips up into Tom’s hand, Tom trying to meet his frenetic pace.“Tell me I was good for you.”
