“Mmm.” Jeremy leaned back before shaking his head and elbowing Max away, turning to face him. “Stop tempting me. We have to follow the rules. Your family has been so amazing to me. I don’t want to disappoint them by breaking their trust.”
Max sighed dramatically and whispered, “Okay, okay. We’ll follow the Puritanical rules. At least for the rest of the day.” He pressed his lips to Jeremy’s forehead, the kiss so gentle that Jeremy’s breath caught. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.” He took Jeremy’s hand.
“It’s okay. Levi and I were trying to make you jealous, after all.” Jeremy squeezed Max’s fingers. “He had your number as soon as he saw you spying on our date.”
“Guess I owe him a thank you,” Max grumbled, a smile breaking through. “Come on. Let’s go be good.”
Being good was highly overrated.
Jeremy flipped onto his side, kicking at the tangled duvet restlessly. He should give in and jerk off again, but what if someone heard him? God, what if someone had heard him the night before? He replayed breakfast like a movie in his head, scouring his memory for hints from Valerie, Meg, or John that they knew what he’d gotten up to.
Of course now he’d gotten up to far more than furtively jerking off. His stomach flipped, the giddy rush of memory not helping him drift off to sleep. He’d had Max in his mouth—more than that, he’d made him come. After so long of tying himself into knots and overthinking, with Max he could let go.
Except he couldn’t because they weren’t supposed to be hooking up. John and Valerie were so cool, and their rules about language and no sex in the house were cute somehow. Not overbearing and stressful, but…wholesome.
Jeremy’s parents would surely have the same rule about no sex in the house—if they even let a boyfriend stay over. But it wouldn’t be cute. It would be stressful and judgy and condemning. It made his stomach acidy to even think about Max meeting them, even though he knew it was stupid to get ahead of himself and worry about it.
He stared at the blur of gauzy curtains lit by the silver glow of the moon. There was a blind he could have pulled down, but he got freaked out trying to sleep in total darkness. There were no streetlights, and the moonlight reflecting on snow was soft and peaceful. Should have been perfect for falling asleep, but his brain wouldn’t turn off.
Instead of replaying humiliating incidents from years ago like usual—how many times did he need to remember asking Jake Podowski if he’d had chicken pox when it was actually new, terrible acne—Jeremy thought about Max actually being his boyfriend.
But he only had fleeting visions of how awesome it would be: holding hands, doing things together, kissing and touching whenever they wanted. Mostly, he worried about what his parents would think. They’d struggled enough with the theoretical idea of Jeremy being gay. His mom’s meltdown earlier didn’t bode well for accepting a boyfriend.
He shifted onto his back, closing his eyes resolutely. Maybe if he quietly got off, he could lull himself to sleep. There was so much spank bank material that he didn’t know where to start as he slipped his hand into his PJ bottoms and lightly touched himself.
And there it was. He zeroed in on the memory of the night before here in this room, Max’s strong hand spread over Jeremy’s ass. Resting there, not squeezing or pressing. Promising so much…
The guest room door creeeeaked open. Jeremy released his dick and lunged for his glasses, finding Max in the doorway in a tee and pajama bottoms, the silver glow of the moon outlining him. Jesus, he was beautiful. His breath rushed out as desire ignited.
Max motioned, clearly asking if he could come inside. Jeremy nodded. Maybe there was something he’d forgotten to say or ask, or maybe he just wanted to talk? Or maybe—
Jeremy’s heart thumped as Max raised his eyebrows, nodding at the bed. Another question, and Jeremy nodded vigorously, removing his hand from his crotch and throwing open the duvet. He shivered at the cool air. A smile blooming on his gorgeous face, Max climbed in and pulled the duvet back over them both.
Not just climbed in—climbed on top of Jeremy, his muscled body pressing Jeremy into the mattress, covering him, deliciously warm and strong. They kissed until they were breathing hard in the silence, lips wet and tongues exploring.
“Hey,” Max whispered, rubbing their noses together.
“Hey. Thought we were being good.”
“I tried. It’s after midnight, so we were good the rest of the day.” He grinned before asking seriously, “Do you want me to go?”
No point in pretending. “No.”
His smile returned full force, gleaming in the moonlight and making Jeremy’s breath catch. “What do you want?”
“Everything.” The word sounded raw. Desperate.
Max kissed him hard, then soft. “I know, baby.” He nudged Jeremy’s legs apart so he was completely between them, hard cocks meeting through flannel. “Patience,” he murmured.
Jeremy didn’t want to be patient. He needed more. Not just more, but… Free. He needed to be free. To be whole and complete. He wasn’t sure why, but he tugged at his T-shirt and PJs. The cotton and flannel felt all wrong. Too constricting. He was panting, fingers clumsy as he squirmed under Max.
Brow furrowed, Max stilled Jeremy’s hands. “It’s okay.”
Jeremy shook his head. “Please. I need…” He trusted Max. It felt right to be totally bare and vulnerable with him. To be seen. “Can we be naked?” It was probably stupid since they’d sucked each other’s cocks, but being completely undressed together felt even more intimate somehow.
Nodding, Max helped him get the T-shirt off, then scooted back to peel off Jeremy’s PJ bottoms and socks. He ran his palms up Jeremy’s hairy shins, the rub making him shudder. Max was still dressed, the duvet around his shoulders. Jeremy was totally naked in the moonlight, legs spread, his hard dick curling up despite the cold.
And Max looked at him like he was precious, caressing his body with his hands. Jeremy was splayed, bared for Max, willing to do anything. More than willing—eager, verging on desperate. Desperate not only to come, but to become. For this to all be real and true and right.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Max murmured.
“Me? I’m too small and scrawny. Look at you!”
Shaking his head, Max bent to kiss and nuzzle Jeremy’s inner thighs and nose at his tingling balls. “You’re not too anything. You’re just right. Pocket-sized and perfect.”
Max retreated, but only to rip off his PJs faster than Jeremy thought possible. His thick cock was hard between strong thighs when he knelt between Jeremy’s legs again. His abs and chest were muscled and hairy, and he tweaked his own peaked nipples, shivering.
“Heating sucks in this old house.” He pulled the duvet up over his shoulders again and settled back between Jeremy’s thighs, both of them groaning softly. “This good?” Max asked.
Jeremy nodded. They were naked together and he felt wonderfully safe even though they were sneaking around and could only talk in whispers. “Always wondered what this would be like.”
Max flattened a hand over Jeremy’s chest and toyed with his nipple. “Skin on skin?” He rocked their bodies together, rubbing legs and arms. “You like?”