Page 72 of Two for Holding
Before Tom could fully articulate a question, Jax pushed him over and straddled him.Briefly, Tom was thankful for the ridiculous size of his bed, allowing them to roll all over it.Soon after, most of his thought processes vanished into nothingness.
He’d enjoyed it before, when Jax boxed him in while they kissed, when he took what he wanted and let Tom accept what he gave.The night before, he’d gotten a taste of what it meant not to be in control during sex, but Jax had been so desperate that the loss of control felt mutual.
This, though… Tom lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling while Jax did his level best to touch every inch of Tom’s skin.His thick thighs caged Tom’s hips, already an incendiary image.When Jax used one hand to trail his way up and down Tom’s arms, Tom shivered.He wasn’t even particularly sensitive there; it was the mere idea of lying still under Jax, letting him do as he pleased that got to him.
What Jax pleased next was to attach his mouth to Tom’s collarbone, a place he’d previously established made Tom whimper, and thumb his way around one of Tom’s nipples.Tom had never touched himself there purposefully, at least not to get off.The skin was surprisingly tender, getting more so the longer Jax stroked against it.When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, Tom’s hips arched up, only to be stymied by the weight of Jax spread across them.
“Oh,” he sighed, tilting his head back in pleasure.
“Mm,” Jax agreed against his skin.He continued his perusal of Tom’s upper body with his tongue.Tom didn’t pack on muscle as easily as some players; he tended more toward skinny.In order to keep his weight up, he had to eat massive amounts of fish and chicken with pasta the longer the season went on.He might be a professional athlete, but he’d never had a sixpack.
Jax didn’t seem to mind.Instead, he sank his teeth into the pronounced divots of muscle above Tom’s hipbones, which had resulted from his work to keep his bad hip from getting worse.
“So hot,” Jax said.“Fuck, you are so hot.”
An undignified snort escaped from Tom.
Jax raised his head enough to see Tom’s face.“What?”
“You’reone to talk.You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen in real life.”
Jax smiled frequently, and Tom always thought he was handsome when he did, but he’d never seen this smile, crooked and bashful.“Aw, thanks.I mean, I’m all right for a hockey player, but you could be inGQor something.”
All right for a hockey player?“Jax, if you were in a magazine, I’d be jerking off to your pictures for weeks, no, months, whether you were a hockey player or not.”
Jax shook his head.“I do okay, I guess, but you…”
Tom was tall and awkward, and he’d grown out of the terrible haircut he’d had his first few years in the league, but otherwise, he was nothing special.He cupped Jax’s cheek in his hand.“I think you’re gorgeous.”
Jax’s cheeks flushed so red he hid his face, and then he slid down Tom’s thighs, peppering them with kisses.Keeping his legs open for Jax made heat prickle along the back of Tom’s neck, too intimate and not enough all at once.He tried to stop thinking, which became easier when Jax nipped at the thin, sensitive skin while firmly gripping the outside of Tom’s thighs before sliding around to squeeze his ass.
The myriad of feelings distracted Tom so much he didn’t notice Jax going for the lube.When Jax’s slick fingers slid down his taint and farther, he jerked, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting.
“Shh, it’s okay.I’ve got you,” Jax said as if soothing a frightened animal.
Distantly, Tom thought he should be insulted.Maybe he should do something—anything—to regain control of the situation.But Jax’s fingers circled his hole gently, his tongue on the head of Tom’s cock, so it didn’t seem worth it to risk ending any of the sensations.
“Oh, that’s good,” he sighed as Jax’s first finger slid inside.
“Yeah?”Jax gazed up at him with heat in his eyes.His finger slid in farther.
“Yeah,” Tom said.“You make it feel so good, Jax; you’re so good to me.”
Without breaking eye contact, Jax swallowed down half of Tom’s cock in one go and slipped a second finger inside him.He crooked his fingers, and Tom had to yell out.He couldn’t keep the noise inandkeep his hips still.
“I love the way you sound,” Jax told him, his voice hoarse from how much cock he’d sucked over the course of the last day.
“Keep going,” Tom begged.
Jax fucked him on two fingers and then, eventually, on three, for an interminable length of time.Tom had done this alone, but it hadn’t been the same.He’d been responsible for every moment, had to choose when to add another finger, how to position himself, what to do when.With Jax, Tom could let go and feel.
“Please,” he said when it got to be too much.“Please.”
“Hmm?”Jax asked around his cock.
“I need you to stop, or I’ll come.”
“Fine by me.”Jax’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.He leaned down to take Tom back into his mouth.Tom jerked away.
