“I’ll hold my breath.”
Me too.
Chapter Fourteen
Ed snuck Jack into his house. They tiptoed through the dark hallway toward the basement. Warm light glowed at the bottom of the staircase, growing as they descended. The stairs creaked in the still of night. Jack cringed and looked over his shoulder. “I’m surprised you invited me here,” he whispered at Ed’s neck. “Bit risky, isn’t it?”
Ed paused, a slight stiffness to his shoulders. He turned slowly, uncertainty and frustration warring for dominance. His gaze skipped behind Jack and back again.
He pushed Jack up against the staircase paneling and covered his mouth, swallowing Jack’s surprised gasp. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you.”
Ed pressed tight against him, tongue probing into Jack’s mouth, needy and demanding. Shivers shot down Jack’s back, and his already hard cock strained against his jeans.
Jack grabbed Ed firmly at the waist, sinking one hand into the back of his hair as he flicked his tongue against Ed’s.
The groan Ed gave thrummed through his hard body, intensifying the shivers.
Jack pushed Ed against the opposite wall, using his hand to cushion Ed’s head. “Not fair.”
“Not… fair?”
Jack sucked the soft, tender spot under his ear, cock greedily accepting Ed’s responding buck. He should be slowing this down. When Ed had called close to midnight, suggesting he come over, Jack had almost said no. He was frustrated at Ed’s no-show at Studio 63. Had promised himself if he came over, they’d talk first.
Jack growled into Ed’s mouth and tightened his hold in his hair. “I waited for you last night. I hoped you’d come.”
He pulled back, a draft cooling his lips.
Ed shut his eyes, his sigh pushing their bodies close. “I didn’t have time.”
Jack pinched Ed’s chin and waited until he’d opened his eyes. “The club is not ten minutes from here. You could’ve come by for a half hour. Hell, five minutes, even.”
“I’m sorry. I….” Ed looked away.
“I thought you wished you hadn’t hesitated meeting Marcus? That you’d meet any of my friends?”
Ed untangled himself from Jack and moved down the stairs. Jack followed, heel of his palm grazing his hard-on. He followed Ed’s lead and kicked off his shoes.
Ed fell back on the couch and stared at the black-and-white film playing on the TV, sound muted.
“I meant it,” Ed said. “I even got as close as driving there, but….” He slumped back into the cushions. “I thought I recognized a guy from work and freaked out.”
Jack let out a frustrated sigh and straddled him. He shuffled up Ed’s lap, their cocks still aroused from their moment on the stairs. “You could have said something. Rang at least.”
“I was pissed at myself.”
Ed’s frustration was evident in his frown and the downward curve of his lips. Jack leaned in and pressed his lips to the frown. “I was pissed too. But I can let it go,” Jack said. “This time.”
Jack thumbed Ed’s shirt buttons open. He tugged on the ends and freed them from his pants. Ed wore a white T-shirt underneath. Jack bunched up the material, sliding his hands over the hard plains of his stomach. Ed’s stomach flexed at the touch, and Jack rocked against him.
Ed clasped Jack’s hips and pushed them both forward to the edge of the couch. Ed’s kiss was firm and passionate. “I’ve every intention of making it up to you.”
“How?” Jack smirked into another kiss.
Ed shifted, and suddenly Jack’s back hit the couch, Ed between his legs, arms propped up either side of Jack’s head. His opened shirt tickled over Jack’s stomach where his T-shirt had ridden up.
In frenzied moves, Jack pulled Ed’s shirt off his shoulders, down to his elbows. His upper arms were more muscular than he’d thought, straining as they held his weight, and his broad shoulders blocked out the light above them.
Jack lifted his head and licked the firm muscle as Ed helped him shrug off the shirt. He bunched it into a pillow for Jack’s head.
“Holy shit, you’re so hot.” Jack tracked his hands over the fine hairs on Ed’s chest and tweaked his nipple. Ed groaned and rutted their groins together. He was all deft fingers as he slid callused digits up Jack’s sides and pulled up his T-shirt.
The chain holding his ring caught in the collar and Ed slowed down, carefully untangling the chain. Once free, the T-shirt hit the floor, and Ed gently set the ring against Jack’s chest.
A strange rush of tenderness stole over Jack. He liked the way every time Ed had seen his ring, he’d touched it hesitantly. Like he knew how important it was. How delicate he needed to be.
Jack blinked back the heat building behind his eyes. A soft kiss met his closed lashes, and Ed’s warm breath tickled over his cheek.
Jack’s heart drummed. He hadn’t told anyone the significance of the ring, other than Marcus of course. The urge to tell Ed tugged with unfamiliar insistence at his chest.
He bit down the feeling. This thing between him and Ed was far too fragile. “I don’t talk about it. I never have.”
Ed dragged his lips over Jack’s cheek to the corner of his mouth, then pulled back to meet his gaze. “One day there’ll be someone worth telling.”
Jack reached up and squeezed the back of Ed’s neck, voice raw as he begged Ed to change topic. “Kiss me.”
Ed complied, stretching his long lean frame over him, weight hard and warm. Mouth parting, Jack accepted greedy thrusts of Ed’s tongue. Fingers teased and stroked his chest, rubbing his nipples, then moved in tiny circles down his hips. Wet kisses paved down Jack’s neck, and Ed playfully dipped his fingers under the waist of his jeans.
Jack thrust his hips, growling for more friction as he kissed Ed’s smug grin.
“Like that, eh?” Ed’s voice was like the edge of a feather against his skin.
“Fuck yeah.”
Jack hugged their bodies together. Their tongues darted back and forth, and Jack wiggled his pelvis, rubbing himself over Ed’s hard cock. He slid his hands under Ed’s waistband, cupped his ass, and squeezed. “You feel so good.”
Ed moaned and ground his hips.
Jack squeezed again, and Ed shoved a hand between their bodies and found Jack’s top button. The top of his jeans came undone.
With an eager curse, Jack pulled down Ed’s zipper. He slid his hand under the cotton fabric, palmed the shaft of Ed’s cock, and thumbed the leaking head. Ed hissed against his throat, and Jack’s toes curled. He grabbed Ed’s hips, sliding his fingers through belt loops, and shoved his denim jeans down his thighs.
Need pulsed through Jack as Ed yanked at his pants. He lifted his butt off the couch and let Ed slide the jeans down. A quick tug at the hem of Ed’s boxers and Ed’s cock sprang free. Jack hitched his fingers between his underwear and ass and guided them down to his bunched jeans.
Ed’s eyes blazed, lips raw and swollen from their kisses. Jack lifted up and breathed heavily in Ed’s ear. “Make it up to me, Ed. Please.”
Ed pushed Jack down, pressing their cocks together. Their hard shafts rubbed and crossed. Primal lust jolted through him and he clutched Ed’s ass, arching against him.