Page 7 of Jace's Secret
“It’s very good,” he says and drains the glass in one.
“Thank you. Let me clean that cut,” Jace offers, leading him to the couch.
Garrett doesn’t sit. Jace disappears into the bathroom, grabs his medical kit, and comes back.
Garrett’s looking around the apartment, then his attention is back on Jace. His eyes are very green. He’s stunning. He looks perfect, put together even as he’s covered in the remnants of the night’s events. If Jace saw him now—a little more put together and composed—he wouldn’t even have tried to hit on him. Jace wouldn’t have had the confidence.
It was the flash of vulnerability that let him act. That vulnerability is gone. The man’s armor is coming back up.
“You’ve got a lot of medical supplies.”
“Uh, yeah. Guess so. I’m a nurse,” he says and drops to one knee, puts the bag on the coffee table, and unzips it. Oh god, didn’t he say that already?
Garrett sighs and slumps back into the couch. He’s staying. Jace needs a moment to take that revelation in, unmoving for a few breaths while he tries to calm down. What if his hands shake too much?
Jace takes out a wipe and rises to his feet. He has a bizarre moment of being taller than Garrett.
Fear pours through him like ice-cold water down his back, freezing Jace in place. What the fuck is he doing? He needs to confess first, tell Garrett who he is. This is a mistake. Deception. Doesn’t this make him an awful person? How does Jace explain?
Garrett’s expression is patient. His face is symmetrically perfect. He blinks, eyes closing for just a moment too long. His hand clenches and relaxes. That small tell kicks Jace back into motion.
Garrett’s hurt. Exhausted.
He has no one to take care of him. It gives Jace the confidence to move forward.
He stands awkwardly between Garrett’s legs. His hand is definitely shaking. Not as confident as he wants to be.
Garrett’s head tilts back as he looks up at Jace, and it’s overwhelming to be seen by him.
So close.
Jace presses the wipe to the cut on Garrett’s cheek, gently disinfecting it. “D-Does it hurt?” Jace whispers.
“No,” Garrett says softly, then his hands are suddenly on the back of Jace’s legs, sliding up his thighs. His touch is warm, his hands firm but gentle. “I don’t care about the scratch.”
Jace whimpers and drops the wipe, startled and afraid with so much lust pounding through his own body. He didn’t know desire could feel like fear. And he never would have guessed that it would feel good.
“That’s a pretty sound,” Garrett says.
“I—oh,” Jace says. Heat rushes through his body at the uselessness of his response.
A faint tug on his thighs makes Jace fall forward, onto Garrett’s lap, a leg on either side of his big, warm body.
Jace darts in for a kiss, mouth on Garrett’s, trying to devour him because he can’t stand to have his clumsy desire scrutinized. Garrett tastes like smoke. He reeks of it. He needs a shower. The scent of dried sweat and healthy male fills his nostrils and it’s a pure hit of pheromones.Daddy, he wants to say.
He’d lick the man clean, swipe his tongue over every square inch of him, take everything inside if he could. He wants to be rutted into like an animal, Garrett growling and sweating, filling Jace’s body and his nose. Oppressive and brutal.
“Fuck me,” Jace gasps, and starts undoing his own pants, unable to wait a moment longer. He gets back to his feet, shoves them down, and takes out the plug while Garrett undoes his pants, pulling down the zipper hidden in the thick fold of cloth.
Garrett winces as he gets his cock out. It’s long, thicker than average, but the length is the thing. Jace’s never taken a real dick that size. And he’s dressed. That’s the contrast. He’s exhausted from the day and spent. Jace gets Garrett’s cock, gets to make him feel good while his Daddy stays dressed and takes what his good boy has to offer.
He bites back a whimper, shaking his head to keep the reality of the moment straight in his mind. This isn’t his Daddy. This isn’t fantasy. It’s real. Garrett Locke is just a man, and Jace has to remember that.
“Come here. Good boy,” Garrett says, reaching for him with his free hand.
Then Jace is back on him, clambering into his lap, poised and ready. Garrett’s cock is beautiful. Jace can smell his arousal. He’s hard, wet at the tip. His dick twitches in his hand, come spilling down the side, and Jace whimpers. He’ll die if he doesn’t get it inside him right this moment.
“God damn, get it in me,” Jace demands and moves, lining him up, his hand over Garrett’s as he presses down, the head sinking inside an instant strain.
