Free Don't... by Jack L. Pyke Page B

fucked-up audience. He didn’t seem to understand why I’d paused other than to hint at being clean. There was trust from Jan, one I wouldn’t fuck up. Pushing him up against the wall, I let our tongues slide and explore. “Shower,” I said, maybe growled this time. I needed his clothes off, to feel him on me. “I’m gonna need....”
    Jan’s hand dug into my cock. “Lube to get this off?”
    My groan was acknowledgement, and I edged him back along the hall, back past the stairs and pushed him through to the bathroom. Almost sent stumbling, he regained his composure and chuckled as he fumbled for the clasp to his trousers.
    “Key.” He grinned over at me. “Get that fucking key.” Seeing him unzip himself, I backed away and scrambled down the hall to my bedroom. Drawer pulled open, nearly out onto the floor, I sorted round for the key. Finding it under some condoms, I grabbed at it, and slammed the drawer shut before making sure my bedroom door received the same treatment.
    The pitter-patter of water on tile drummed a tune to my pulse. Jan had already worked out the shower, and I enjoyed the sight of his naked, wet torso taking a battering through the frosted glass. A glance over his shoulder, he saw me looking and stepped out, cock all red and angry and stopping just a few inches short of his perfectly formed navel. He made no apologies for his state, in fact he gave a lazy smile, stretched his body to its full glory, then let his hand fall onto his cock, where he pulled a gentle stroke. And, hell, I’d be damned if I could figure out how the hell he got that in those slim trousers.
    “When was the last time you got laid, Jan?”
    Jan padded over to me. “I look that desperate?” I felt a tug at my coverall zip, and I pulled myself free. “Four months,” he said as he took a step back to watch me undress. If he knew how sexy he looked as water made a fine sheathe over his body, dampening hair that couldn’t hide the lure of his eyes, he didn’t show it. But as I finished, Jan came back over and pressed his body against the mess of mine, confident his body would have all the right effects on mine. Ballsy. He didn’t lack in the forwards department.
    “Mine,” he said, running his hand over my shoulder. I shivered, maybe nearly melted being the better word. His gaze followed the track he made with his hands. “Kind of love the sound of that.” He shivered, and something about the vulnerability made me kiss him. Gentle, tender, in every way he deserved. I didn’t do relationships. But him—
    “Mine,” I murmured against his lips, resting a hand at his neck and stroking it with my thumb. “Kind of love the sound of that, too.”
    Jan rested his head on my shoulder, and I held him for a moment. “I don’t usually do casual, Jack,” I heard him murmur as he turned and nuzzled into my neck.
    He felt so fucking good, so fucking fast.
    “Hmmm.” Kisses traced along my jaw, hands brushing lazily down to my ass. He seemed to like my ass. “Key?”
    I held my hand up and he pulled back to look. A wicked smile, he dragged me into the shower.
    Water hit my body and I instantly shivered. It wasn’t just cold, it was ice-cold, even the think-shrink behind Jan’s master plan should have had me cursing him and all his blue-balling ancestors, but I’d have just sounded like a girl, and I needed some decency. He knelt at my feet (bad idea) and I saw his cock ride his abs as he made himself comfortable (worse idea). The key went in the slot, and he turned it with all the caution of a ranger cutting a deer free from a fence. Looking to see if I was okay, he took the cage part off my cock.
    “Fuck me, Jack,” Jan licked his lips in either concentration or hunger, I couldn’t tell which. Bastard. He seemed to like the look of the ring and traced his finger over my balls.
    “Does that hurt?”
    “No,” I choked from my own lips.
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