Page 5 of Jace's Secret
“Embarrassed. Why?” he asks, head tilting to the side.
This is Jace’s way in. Garrett’s interest has sharpened. If Jace’s answer is good enough, the man will say yes. How much to confess?
Jace clears his throat. “Doing that with you, uh, how I responded—I’ve never been so affected by someone. It was intense.”
“Intense,” he repeats, as if he isn’t buying it.
Which is annoying. “I came in my pants just from sucking you off. Cut me some slack.”
Garrett laughs again, but this time it’s genuine. “Fair enough. And now you’re here.”
“I am. Come home with me,” he says again. He reaches out a hand, touching Garrett’s chest and then his jaw, careful of the cut. “Does it hurt?”
Garrett grabs him hard. “Don’t… it’s fine,” he rasps.
Jace keeps his hand lax, letting it rest in Garrett’s large grip.
Garrett lets him go and there’s something like fear in his eyes as he gives Jace another quick up-and-down glance.
“Let me take care of you,” Jace says, pressing the advantage. “I’m a nurse and I live close by. I’ll bandage you up.”
“No, that’s… I should go home.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll get you cleaned up, give you some food and you can leave. That’s it,” he says gently, then backs up, giving him space. And maybe, just maybe, what’s needed is the threat that Jace might take him at his word and go.
“I shouldn’t,” Garrett says again. “I’m not fit company tonight.”
That turns Jace on—what he isn’t saying. Will he be rough? Demanding? Just want to lose himself in a warm, willing body after all the things he’s seen?
A siren wails loudly, the alarm turning on just as the vehicle passes by them, and Garrett jolts, his hand going defensively to his ear.
Jace steps forward again, while Garrett’s eyes are still closed, and presses his mouth to the older man’s, arching his body tight and close.
Garrett gasps but doesn’t pull away.
Jace presses his advantage, whimpers with need, and keeps his lips soft in invitation. “Please. Let me make you feel good,” he whispers and lays his hand gently against the bulge of Garrett’s cock. Garrett’s mostly hard and so damn big.
Jace’s jaw had ached afterward.
He wants that again. But not tonight. Tonight, he needs this man to fuck him.
Jace forces the words out. This is it. This is his chance. “I-I’m plugged. Prepped. O-Open,” he says, stuttering. He hasn’t stuttered in years, but this is terrifying. “I need you inside me. Let me give that to you. Please? Someone needs to take care of you,” Jace says. He gently squeezes the base of Garrett’s shaft through his pants. “You must ache. You’re so hard. Give this to me. Fill me up.”
Jace is nauseous with how frightened he is, and how bold he’s being, but this is his chance and he has to take it. This is the man who saved him. All the times his life has been dark and hopeless, it’s thoughts of Garrett that got him through.
Garrett cared. Garrett would want more for him, didn’t forget him, sent him presents. He could make Garrett proud if he went to school, if he graduated, and on and on it went.
Garrett darts a glance down to Jace’s mouth.
Victory.
“You need to come, to have a moment of rest, a reward for all the good you do, and then you can go home if you want. You need it so badly.”Daddy.
That’s the word he wants to say at the end of that sentence. But that would scare Garrett away. That’s Jace’s ultimate fantasy, and it’s so close to the surface of who he is that he’s worried the word will slip out despite his best efforts to keep it back.
“You need it,” he repeats.And I need to be the one to give it to you, Jace thinks but doesn’t say that, either. If Garrett knew how deep Jace’s obsession went, how much of himself Jace wanted to give, he’d probably walk away.
Another siren goes by, the flinch almost imperceptible, but Jace is watching for it. “Don’t think about that. Think about this,” Jace whispers, palming Garrett’s balls through his wool pants. “Me.”
