on Jeremy’s bottom lip.
God, it felt insane. Cold and hard next to warm and soft.
“So good, Jeremy,” Charlie moaned.
And then Jer started moving fast, sucking harder, and taking him deeper. He ran his tongue all over the underside of Charlie’s cock until he was panting and fisting his hands in Jeremy’s hair.
When Jeremy impaled his throat on Charlie’s length, the depth and tightness were so incredibly intense that Charlie shouted and grasped Jer’s head, holding it tightly to him for a long moment.
Jeremy gasped for breath as he withdrew. “Yes,” he moaned as he looked up at Charlie again.
Those eyes—and that look—would make up the stuff of Charlie’s dreams for the rest of his life.
Alternating between fast and shallow and slow and deep, Jeremy sucked him better than anyone ever had in his whole life. And the intensity of the sensations, the piercing gazes from those green eyes, and the sheer knowledge of who was making him feel this combined to shove Charlie way too damn quickly to the edge.
“Oh, God, Jeremy. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He hung on the edge for a long painful moment, and then he was falling, flying.
Looking up at him, Jeremy took him in deep and swallowed everything Charlie gave him. Jer stroked with his hand as he sucked, drawing the orgasm out until Charlie could barely stand.
When Charlie’s body finally settled, they worked together to pull Charlie’s jeans back up around his hips. Then Jeremy rose and kissed Charlie’s cheek, his jaw, his lips. “Fucking loved doing that.”
Charlie grasped Jeremy’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting himself inside the other man’s mouth, feeling the bite of his piercings, and hoping he could somehow find a way to communicate everything Jeremy was making him feel.
He could start by returning the pleasure Jeremy had given to him.
Sucking Jeremy’s tongue deep into his mouth, Charlie grasped the button fly to the other man’s jeans and tugged the buttons open. Jeremy gasped as Charlie gripped and stroked his cock. Remembering the way Jeremy had groaned earlier in the day, Charlie swiped his thumb over the piercings on the head of his cock, loving being the cause of the pleasured sounds ripping out of Jeremy’s throat.
He didn’t ever want them to end.
“Wanna know a secret?” Charlie whispered around the edge of the kiss.
Jeremy raked his hands through Charlie’s hair and his lips quirked up. “Sure.”
Charlie broke the kiss but stayed close, his nose still touching Jeremy’s. “I don’t have a gag reflex.” Just saying that out loud made Charlie’s pulse race. He might’ve had a lot of insecurities, but there were some things about which Charlie was absolutely confident. Pleasuring another man with his mouth was one of those.
“Jesus,” Jeremy rasped. “A ten-inch cock and no gag reflex. Are you sure you’re not just a dream?” He winked.
Smiling, Charlie shook his head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing about you.”
Jeremy cradled his face and his expression went serious. “I’m real, Charlie. This —what’s happening between us—is real.”
Charlie nodded as a warm pressure filled his chest. Did that mean he wasn’t alone in feeling like this was more than just some stolen moments? And if it did mean that, if Jeremy was feeling more, too, would Charlie be brave enough to have everyone know the two of them were together? Just like Nick and Becca, or Marz and Emilie, or any of the other couples who’d gotten together since he’d been here?
He wanted to be brave. He wanted to live up to Jeremy’s view of him.
No fear.
Right.
Charlie pressed a kiss to Jeremy’s palm. Looking into his eyes, he said, “I want you to fuck my mouth. Just the thought of it is making me hard again.”
Jeremy swallowed hard, as if the words physically impacted him. He flicked his tongue against his lip piercings and his eyes narrowed. “How do you want it?” Do you want to be on your knees at