Free Midnight Sun (Arctic Love Book 3) by T.T. Kove

against him.
    Frey felt good against him and Jørgen wanted him naked right now . He wanted to feel Frey's smooth skin, wanted to bury himself in Frey's heat. A thought occurred to him suddenly that had him pulling out of the kiss.
    "I haven't got any stuff." Condoms and lube were at home. He wasn't the kind of bloke who went around with it in his pocket. Especially not now when he lived on Svalbard.
    "Don't worry," Frey breathed. "I have."
    "You do?"
    Frey blushed. "Yeah. I never planned on meeting anyone up here, you know, but stuff like that's always nice to have, anyway."
    "True. So true." Jørgen ran his hands down Frey's side. He tugged at Frey's jumper and shirt, pulling them up and off so he could get to the soft, warm skin underneath. He splayed one hand on Frey's stomach and slowly ran it upwards, pausing to circle around and brush over Frey's nipples until the two pink nubs were hard and erect. Jørgen buried his face in Frey's neck, kissing and licking and sucking his way over the thin, smooth skin.
    Frey moaned and his arms clutched at Jørgen's shoulders for several more seconds before they fluttered down to start tugging on Jørgen's clothing. He got Jørgen's jumper and tee halfway up before Jørgen had to sit back and lift his arms so Frey could get the garments over his head.
    "I want to make up for this morning," Frey whispered. "It's your turn now to enjoy."
    Frey bent down and started in on Jørgen's jeans. Jørgen looked down at the long, slim fingers working his zipper. When Frey had got his jeans unzipped, Jørgen lifted his hips up slightly so Frey could slide the jeans down his thighs.
    When Jørgen was naked, Frey's eyes flicked up to meet Jørgen's for a second. A faint blush covered his cheeks. Then Frey leant in and took the head of Jørgen's cock into his mouth. He licked and sucked on the crown, before taking half the length inside.
    "Aw, fuck." Jørgen groaned as he let himself fall back down on the bed. Frey was actually good at sucking cock, even if he hadn't been sexually active in quite a while. Jørgen presumed he'd learned the skills he was now showing from back before he'd been hurt by that psycho ex-boyfriend of his.
    Jørgen hadn't been with a man in a while either though, not since his last time with Radimir a couple of months ago, and his orgasm was approaching too fast.
    "Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to come yet."
    Frey pulled off his cock, and he gave it a couple of nice, long strokes before he crawled back up on the bed. He bent over to his bedside table and produced a condom and lube. Jørgen watched as Frey threw them on the bed, then scooted up so he was resting against his pillows.
    Jørgen ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber over his leaking cock. When he was prepared, he reached for the lube. He needed to prep Frey properly, needed him to be completely relaxed before they took it any further. Jørgen wouldn't have Frey hurting in any kind of way if they were going to do this.
    Frey's cheeks were still tinted red, but his eyes were steady on Jørgen's cock. He didn't seem too worried. But then Jørgen wasn't exactly big. 
    "If you feel it's too much, let me know," Jørgen said as he scooted up to rest between Frey's thighs. "If you feel you don't want to continue, we'll stop. Okay?"
    Frey nodded jerkily.
    Jørgen squeezed a good amount of lube onto his fingers, then he stroked down the inside of Frey's thigh with his other hand. Frey's legs fell further apart and Jørgen slowly and carefully ran a lubed finger down the crack of Frey's arse. Frey's breathing hitched when Jørgen circled his hole, but he lay quietly and seemed calm.
    Jørgen bent further down to nuzzle against Frey's skin. He lapped at his tight balls, nipping them gently. Frey's moan told him loud and clear that the attention was appreciated and Jørgen continued licking and sucking Frey's skin while his index finger slowly pushed into Frey's body.
    Frey tensed under him at