Free Roped by SJD Peterson

Jamie were well matched in size and strength, and Tek had no doubt he could force Jamie’s arm away—if he used the strength of both his arms. “Jamie, goddammit, look at me.”
    “No!”
    “I’m warning you.”
    The stubborn shit clenched his jaw and refused to lower his arm. Tek straddled Jamie’s waist and was about to snatch Jamie’s arm away when it hit him. What if he really had hurt Jamie’s feelings? Tek knew how hard it had to be to admit for the first time you wanted to suck dick. Hell, Tek had been thinking about it—a lot. It had been on the tip of his tongue to bring the subject up, and he’d had plenty of fantasies of both giving and receiving, but he hadn’t had the balls to do it yet. He shouldn’t want to be on his knees for anyone, not even Jamie, and yet….
    Tek’s shoulders slumped. “Okay, I’m sorry I made the joke. It was stupid of me,” he conceded.
    Silence.
    “Jamie?”
    No response.
    Shit! Guilt rolled Tek’s gut at the thought of hurting Jamie’s feelings. Damn, he could be such an insensitive ass sometimes. “Jamie, I’m really sorry, okay? I know how hard that was for you to admit,” Tek said gently and rubbed his hand soothingly over Jamie’s chest. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot too but didn’t have the balls to bring up the subject or…. Oomph!”
    Tek’s head spun with the sudden shift in position, and he found himself on his back, blinking up at a grinning Jamie who was now straddling Tek’s waist. Jamie grabbed Tek’s arms while he was still somewhat dazed and stretched them up over his head, effectively pinning him.
    “What the—”
    “I knew you wanted to be a cocksucker,” Jamie laughed. “I just wanted to hear you admit it.”
    “You are such a jerk! Get off me,” Tek demanded and tried to throw Jamie off.
    The strong bastard pressed down his full weight on Tek and locked his legs around Tek’s thighs. They were stretched out, pressed against each other from chest to toe; the only parts of their bodies not touching were their heads and necks, but only by a few inches.
    “Make me.” Jamie snorted. “In fact, I’ll make you a little bet.”
    “A bet, huh?” Tek asked suspiciously.
    “Yup.”
    Tek opened and closed his fists a couple of times, testing the hold Jamie had on his wrists. He also flexed his legs but again found that Jamie’s hold was pretty secure. With a well-timed head butt along with a shift in his weight, Tek might just be able to throw Jamie off.
    “Alright, let’s hear this bet,” Tek urged.
    “You throw me off, and I’ll suck your dick. If you can’t, well then…” Jamie waggled his brows again. “You know.”
    “You’ll still suck mine?” Tek asked hopefully.
    Jamie made an annoyed sound and rolled his eyes.
    “Fine, fine,” Tek conceded. “If I can’t, I suck yours. Deal.”
    “Don’t you want to hear the rules first? Every fair match has ground rules.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yes. Rule one, no biting. Rule two, no drawing blood, and rule three, no head butting.” Jamie winked knowingly. “This is a nice friendly match of strength against strength.”
    “How is this a fair wager with you already having the upper hand by being on top, hmm?”
    “Because the last time we wrestled, you started out on top. And if I remember correctly, I won,” Jamie beamed.
    “That’s because you cheated,” Tek mumbled.
    “What was that?”
    “Nothing,” Tek demurred. “Okay, deal. On three.”
    “And no throwing the match just so you can suck my dick,” Jamie snorted.
    “Three,” Tek burst out and arched his back while at the same time clenching his hands into tight fists and pulling downward.
    “Fucking cheat,” Jamie growled.
    Tek matched grunt for grunt and curse for curse as he struggled against the hold Jamie had on him. A quick change in position had him gaining an inch, only to have Jamie shift and the hard-fought inch was lost. Muscles strained and bulged, sweat beaded on his brow, and Tek