Page 52 of Melting His Grumpy Heart
“This. You. Us.”
Ru’s heart jumped.
Us.
His breathing hitched hard. Don’t think, don’t examine. Just take the appallingly bad idea they said this was. Stealing a moment, and a breath, he took Jake into his mouth.
Ru’s mouth was a furnace of wet heat, his lips sealed tight around Jake’s cock. His tongue swirled around the crown, teasing the slit before dipping lower to trace the thick, pulsing vein. The taste of Jake, salty, musky, and intoxicating, filled Ru’s senses, and he groaned around the shaft, the vibration making Jake’s hips jerk.
Jake’s fingers tangled in Ru’s hair, not guiding, just clinging, his thighs trembling as Ru swallowed him deeper. Ru’s hand wrapped around Jake’s cock as he matched the rhythm of his mouth, twisting slightly with each pull, increasing then releasing the pressure, then increasing once more. Jake’s breath caught, his stomach muscles tightening as Ru hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard before letting Jake slip free with a wet pop.
“Fuck… Ru…” Jake’s voice was rough, strained, his hips lifting off the floor then dropping back as if he couldn’t decide whether to chase the pleasure or escape it.
Ru didn’t let up. He cupped Jake’s heavy balls, rolling them gently in his palm, feeling the way they drew up tighter against Jake’s body. He licked a slow stripe up the underside of Jake’s cock, then took him back into his mouth, swallowing around the head. Jake’s thighs clenched, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Too much—” Jake’s fingers tightened in Ru’s hair, but Ru didn’t pull away, didn’t stop. Instead, he sank lower, taking Jake to the back of his throat, his own cock aching at the way Jake’s body arched, the way his abs trembled with the effort of holding back.
Ru pulled off. “Let go,” he said, his voice gravel rough, before sealing his lips around Jake again, his hand working in tight, twisting strokes. Jake’s hips stuttered, his cock swelling, andthen he was coming with a broken cry, his release spilling hot and thick over Ru’s tongue.
Ru swallowed every drop, his own body thrumming with the need to follow, but he kept his focus on Jake, on the way his body shuddered, the way his breath came in ragged bursts as he collapsed back against the floor.
Only when Jake’s fingers loosened in his hair, his body growing slack, did Ru finally pull back, licking his lips before climbing Jake’s body and pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to Jake’s lips.
They lay in a breathless heap. Ru lost track of for how long before he managed to rouse himself enough to prop himself up on one elbow to study Jake’s face in the firelight. Jake’s eyes were closed, his breathing gradually slowing, his expression more exposed than Ru had seen before.
Jake’s eyes fluttered open, finding Ru’s and holding the gaze. Without speaking, Jake reached for him, drawing him down into a tender and gentle kiss.
When they broke apart, Jake’s hand moved between them, finding Ru’s still hard, engorged cock. “Let me.”
Ru nodded, breath hitching as Jake’s hand tightened around him. It didn’t take long, just a few firm strokes, and Ru was coming, his arm slung across his face, his body shuddering with release.
The fire casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies, the only sound in the room their breathing and the occasional pop from the fire. Ru glanced at his watch. It was nearly midnight.
“It’s almost Christmas Day,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jake’s shoulder.
Jake’s arm tightened around him. “The storm’s over. Which means the snow won’t hang around for too much longer.”
Ru’s stomach twisted, but he shifted, leant on his elbow and supported his head in his hand as he stared down at Jake.“And then what happens?” A question he didn’t want to ask, a question he had to.
“The roads will be cleared, and?—”
“You know that’s not what I mean. Beyond the storm, beyond Christmas. Beyond the roads being cleared. What happens to you and me?”
Ru’s pulse picked up as he chewed down on his lower lip, tension creeping into his muscles. He’d opened himself up for rejection and he braced for it to hit him square in the chest.
“Is the idea of us really so bad?” Ru asked, his voice barely there, all the post-orgasm fuzziness disappearing.
“No! Of course it damn well isn’t.” The words exploded from Jake, tight with held back emotion. “You make it sound easy, but it wouldn’t be, would it? It’d be almost impossible. My life’s here, Ru. Yours is in London. And I’m not…” Jake trailed off, seeming to search for words.
“Not what?”
“Not an easy person to be with. As you’ve seen.”
“I don’t want easy. I want real. And this—” he waved between them, encompassing not only what had just happened, or when he’d been in Jake’s bed, but the connection they’d built. A connection he’d never truly, he realised, had with Cooper, or anybody else. But he had it with Jake. “I—I just think we, you and I, are worth exploring.”
Jake was silent for a long moment, eyes on Ru’s face, his expression unreadable. Finally, he reached up, drawing Ru down not into a kiss, but to press their foreheads together. “Worth exploring, eh? You know that could be an appalling idea?”
“It could even be appallingly bad.”
