“See?” Jacob laughed against Linc’s cheek. “I am capable of slow. You should be proud of me.”
“Gold star for waiting.” Linc growled as he was the one to go fast, shoving Jacob’s shirt up and off, attacking his collarbone as he pushed him back against the couch. They wriggled out of their clothes between kisses, T-shirts and jeans and boxers all raining to the floor. He’d had a notion of bending Jacob over the back of the couch or maybe having Jacob ride his dick while sitting, but now that they were here, being pressed together like this, skin-to-skin, felt like everything he’d ever needed.
Show forgotten, they made out like a pair of horny teens, hands and lips roving with more enthusiasm than finesse. Even little sensations were thrilling—the rub of their bare stomachs together, the rasp of their fuzzy legs dragging against each other, the strain of his biceps, stretching to wrap Jacob up even tighter. Their cocks bumped and rubbed, random glancing contact, not purposeful grinding, not yet, but it was enough to have them both moaning.
“Fuck.” Jacob’s long fingers dug into Linc’s ass, pulling them tighter together. “Kissing you is a fucking drug. I shouldn’t be this close...”
“Good. Love you close.” Linc started more deliberate thrusts, rewarded by Jacob’s head falling back, eyes glassy, lips parted like another kiss was the one thing he wanted most. And Linc could give it to him, could kiss him until they were both breathless all over again.
“Wait...” Jacob panted. “Aren’t we supposed to be fucking?”
“Are we?” Linc carefully nibbled on Jacob’s neck. He wasn’t sure what his obsession was with that particular patch of skin. Maybe it was how Jacob always shivered. Or maybe it was how he smelled and tasted so perfectly Jacob right there.
“Don’t...want to...leave you hanging.”
“You won’t. We’ll get to the fucking.” And they would, a fresh thrill racing through him at the realization that they didn’t have to cram everything into tonight. They’d have more chances. Shower sex on Sunday. Maybe some late-night hookup next week. More chances to do everything he’d craved for years. “Right now, I want this.”
Linc shifted his weight so he could get a hand between them, stroke them both off. Catching on, Jacob’s hand joined his, creating a tight channel for their dicks.
“Not opposed to this plan,” Jacob groaned, body surging upward to meet their joined hands. “Fuck. Everything about you gets me off.”
“You’re telling me.” Watching Jacob’s face was almost hotter than fucking, a feast for the senses—the heat in his blue eyes, the flush on his pale skin, the tightness around his mouth, the softness of his mouth as he moaned again.
Needing something slicker but not wanting to dash for the bedroom, he brought his hand up to Jacob’s mouth. “Lick.”
“Oh, yeah.” Jacob got his fingers and palm good and slick, each movement of his mouth a reminder of the way he’d sucked Linc off the day before.
“God, that feels good.” His whole body exhaled as he returned his newly slick hand to their dicks, stroking faster now, enjoying the slide of their flesh together. For all his raving about how hung Linc was, Jacob wasn’t that much smaller, maybe not quite as wide, but with a plump oval head that felt amazing against the underside of Linc’s cock.
“Linc.” Jacob’s eyes squished shut. “Wanna come.”
“Yeah. Get there.” Linc had to groan right along with him when Jacob tightened his grip, increasing the slick friction.
“Kiss me,” Jacob demanded as if Linc would deny him that. As if he could ever deny him more kisses. Their mouths met like it had been years since they’d kissed, not a matter of moments. Jacob’s combination of aggression in the way he sucked on Linc’s tongue and softness in the way he seemed to sink into the kiss allowed Linc do what he wanted, but he met him halfway for all of it. His enthusiasm was enough to have Linc panting, body hurtling toward release.
Then Jacob broke away from the kiss, body stiffening, and Linc was done for, the way pleasure transformed Jacob’s face, and the sounds he made that just egged Linc on, making him stroke faster and harder until he was coming too.
And just as good as the climax was the laughter that seemed to descend on both of them afterward, a different sort of release.
“Fuck, that was something.” Linc couldn’t stop chuckling.
“I know. Damn. Fast too. It’s still on the first episode.” Jacob gestured at the TV.
“So it is.” Linc scooted back so Jacob could sit up too. Felt like eons had transpired while they’d been kissing, but apparently it was less than thirty minutes, dogs still snoozing, bored on the other couch.
“Any chance of you showing me your remodeling work in the other shower? And maybe letting me stay for a second episode before I hit the road?” Still laughing, Jacob snuggled into his shoulder, head falling against Linc’s neck as perfect as if the spot had been made just for him.
“You can stay,” Linc said thickly, trying to ignore the part of him that wanted it to be far more than just another hour. So much for more sex working to decrease his need for Jacob. All that last round had done was make him need more than either of them could give. Stay. Stay right here. But of course, Jacob wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
Chapter Eleven
“It’s Monday. Time to run those weekend donuts off,” Sims barked at them as they assembled in the cold, gray, drizzly morning. Even with the dreary weather, Jacob had to hide a smile. He hadn’t had any sweet treats all weekend, unless one counted the Friday night cake at Linc’s place. And he definitely hadn’t had any Sunday donuts, instead getting a punishing workout in with Linc, who’d missed his calling as a drill sergeant. He’d give even the most hard-nosed MMA trainers a run for their money. And not that that wasn’t fun—he’d always liked being pushed physically, liked being exhausted in body and mind both, and working out with someone who was more than his equal was always a nice treat. Something he could easily get used to.
Still, one would think that the prospect of getting his dick sucked would make Linc go easy on Jacob, but he’d put them both through their paces until Jacob was convinced he’d forgotten all about the promise of sex afterward. However, then he’d redeemed himself in a spectacular fashion, making out in the big shower off his home gym, then stumbling down the hall to his bed where he’d proceeded to make Jacob forget his own name until it was time for lunch. So, yeah, he didn’t really need the Monday PT or the lecture about staying in shape for their jobs, but he was in way too good of a mood to let either the rain or the work bring him down.
As usual, he ran next to Kelley in the lead while Linc hung back with Garrick and Ray, nowhere near as hard on his buddies as he was on Jacob.