Free Boys in Season (Boys In... Book 2) by Clare London Page A

over again.
    “Good technique, you said I had. Creative in the kitchen, too.” He pushed his leg between Seb’s thighs, forcing them apart. Seb growled in the back of his throat again and nipped at Jamie’s lower lip. Jamie kissed him back, harder, his mouth fierce, his tongue flickering against Seb’s, taking the kiss, forcing it, demanding it.
    Seemed Seb loved to be challenged; Jamie felt the swelling in Seb’s groin, reacting to the rough play. Jamie wanted more— way more—but how did Seb feel? “This is mad,” he gasped. “Right? We were arguing. We were cooking. Now we’re…”
    “Not,” Seb said. He kissed Jamie once more, then leaned back. “Look, I understand, and we don’t have to…” Jamie let his teeth graze against Seb’s lips and Seb groaned. “Jamie, wait, if you want to think this through…”
    Jamie tugged at the hem of Seb’s shirt, pulling it out from the belt of his jeans, and Jamie’s fingers slid underneath, cool on Seb’s bare skin.
    “Hell, forget I said anything,” Seb growled.
    Jamie laughed, breathlessly. He felt drunk on the excitement. “What was that about you never listen to my advice?”
    Seb laughed, hoarsely. He started to speak again, but then Jamie slid to his knees on the kitchen floor in front of him, and from the gasp Seb made, he seemed to have lost the power of speech entirely.
     
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    The chutney bubbled gently on the hob, and a few stray sprigs of parsley crinkled up on the abandoned chopping board. With Jamie on his knees in front of him, Seb couldn’t care less about it all. Jamie unzipped Seb’s jeans and tugged them open by the flaps. Seb’s cock was swollen and aching, and he could feel it already dampening the front of his boxers. He wished he’d worn newer underwear; wished the light wasn’t so bright and unforgiving in this damned kitchen; wished he were an inch or two longer…
    Jamie sighed, very softly and very happily. Then he leaned forward and mouthed teasingly over Seb’s cock, dampening the strained fabric.
    Seb groaned. His eyes half closed and the muscles of his belly tightened. “Jamie?”
    Jamie lifted his gaze up to Seb. His pupils were very dilated by now, and he anchored himself with a firm hand on Seb’s thigh. “Hmm?”
    “That thing… the passion in me… you wanting that.” When Jamie nodded, his chin jolted Seb’s balls inside his boxers. Seb nearly yelped aloud. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was, how aroused. “You don’t need to worry, you know?” Jamie slid his fingers inside the waist of Seb’s boxers and tugged down one side. Seb felt his control slipping away, his blood dancing some happy, hysterical path all the way from his extremities to his quivering cock. “Jamie, you’re just fucking fine, just as you are.”
    “Hush,” Jamie murmured, his breath tickling the hairs on Seb’s leg. “It’s okay. I know.”
    “I’m not usually the restrained one, you see?” Seb licked at his painfully dry lips. He was babbling, he knew it. “But this is very… you are very… fucking fine.” What was he, a parrot? “What about the others? This is Harry’s kitchen, for God’s sake.”
    Jamie’s tongue slipped out and licked at the soft skin in the crease between Seb’s thigh and groin. Seb’s whole body came out in goose bumps. Jamie’s voice was muffled but sounded amused. “The last thing Harry did was put that Christmas Hits album on a loop. He didn’t expect to be back down for some time. But do you want me to stop? I didn’t mean to rush.”
    Seb didn’t bother answering such nonsense. When Jamie tugged down the other side of his boxers and released Seb’s cock, Seb only managed a gasp. Then he reached a hand down to Jamie’s head, running his palm over the blond hair, teasing Jamie’s head nearer.
    Maybe they were rushing, Seb thought. But though Jamie was quiet and calm—usually—didn’t mean he wasn’t as into it as much as Seb, did it? A pulse of excitement ran