With a slow sexy smile, Ed turned and opened the fridge.
Jack moved behind him and plastered himself against Ed’s back, looking into the fridge over his shoulder. Ed made a soft sound in the back of his throat when Jack casually rotated his hips. “I’d prefer something hot for dessert.”
Ed turned his head, tongue darting over his lip. The green in his eyes shone bright, pupils dilated, aroused. “That was surprisingly corny, Jack.”
Jack wriggled his chin into Ed’s shoulder and kissed his neck. “You secretly love it.”
Ed shut the fridge and spun around. Jack stepped forward and snatched Ed into a heated kiss.
Ed arched against him. “I want dessert in my bedroom.”
In a flurry of kisses, Ed pushed them into his room, where they stripped off their clothes and tumbled onto the bed. Jack explored the cords of muscle in Ed’s back, slipped his hands to his front, and ran his fingers over the smooth stomach and fine-haired chest. “You feel so damn good.”
“Thanks, I try.” Ed grinned, and Jack slapped him playfully on the back of the head before gripping his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss.
Ed kissed down his neck and followed the chain to the ring below. He looked up at Jack as he placed a soft kiss over it. Jack’s breath caught, heart hammering.
Jack gently pulled Ed up and kissed him.
“I want to make you feel good, Jack.”
Ed nipped at the hypersensitive skin of his neck and ran his lips over the soft chest hairs on his way to Jack’s left nipple. Flicking his tongue, he gently bit the tip, igniting Jack’s body.
Ed kissed lower, running his hands up and down Jack’s muscular thighs, massaging and caressing. He bypassed his straining cock and kissed his inner thighs, the lightest stubble scratching over his skin. His tongue moved north, stopping at the twins hanging below Jack’s cock. Ed rolled Jack’s balls gently in his mouth, one and then the other.
Clutching the sheets, Jack tried not to jerk, but it was impossible to stay still. Ed released Jack’s ball sac, and his nose drifted to Jack’s engorged cock. Licking up one side and down the other, he slowly pulled back the foreskin.
Jack groaned and canted his hips as Ed swallowed half his length in an instant.
The pressure from Ed’s tongue and lips along with the warm wet mouth had Jack swearing. His mind blanked and he pistoned in and out of Ed’s hot mouth, hand threaded through Ed’s hair as a blinding orgasm tightened Jack’s balls. “Can’t hold back.”
Ed moaned around him, and the vibrations had Jack bucking upward as his body convulsed. Sweet heaven. Ed kept the pressure steady until Jack’s body was completely milked of his orgasm.
“God, that was amazing,” he gasped.
Ed slid up Jack’s body with a cocky grin. “Yeah, did you like that?”
Jack pulled Ed close and kissed him deeply, tasting himself in Ed’s mouth. He flipped Ed over and crawled onto his amazing body. His kisses were fast and furious—Jack couldn’t get enough of Ed’s hard body, and his slightly salty taste already had him stirring again.
“That feels too good. I’m gonna come soon.”
Jack skipped the rest of the foreplay he had in mind. Using his lips, he freed the head of Ed’s cock from its sheath and inhaled him. Barely thirty seconds into his efforts, Ed reached the tipping point. Ed groaned, his cock twitched, and warm come filled Jack’s mouth.
Ed tugged him forward. “Jack,” he whispered, panting for air. “Too sensitive.”
Shimmying up, Jack pressed his naked body next to Ed’s. Jack sought Ed’s lips, kissing deeply before flopping on his back with a contented sigh.
“And the day is still young,” Jack said. “I hope you have supplies.”
Ed smirked and put a hand on Jack’s chest, nuzzling into this neck. “I have. I just didn’t know what… side… you like.”
Laughing, Jack rolled over and faced Ed. “Metaphorically, I’m mostly a top but like to bottom too.”
“That’s a metaphor?”
“Direct and to the point.” He winked. “Fine, I’m usually a quarterback who likes to pass to his tight ends. But I could easily be a receiver if the right person was passing. How about you?”
“I did tell you I was a tight end. But have been known to try my hand passing.”
“Perfect. No label for either of us.” Jack leaned forward and kissed the tip of Ed’s nose.
Ed ran his fingers lower and traced imaginary patterns just above Jack’s pubic hair. Jack had remained semihard, but these ministrations had him fully erect in seconds. “You need to let me catch first. I’ll be way too sensitive to handle you otherwise.”
Jack reached over and stroked Ed’s already hard again cock. “No problem—” His alarm sounded from the puddle of his clothes on the floor. “Okay, slight problem.”
Ed laughed and helped Jack locate his phone. “Marcus’s game?”
“Yeah. I promised to pick up Brittany too.” Jack shoved on his clothes.
“Where is he playing?”
“Jenkin’s Field on Fifth. I’ll need a few hours. Damn, I wish I didn’t have to leave you.” Wish you’d come out with me. Meet my friends. Call me your boyfriend.
Ed handed Jack his keys and wallet. “Yeah, I…. We have the rest of the weekend.”
“Uh-huh.” Jack nodded but didn’t look at him. “I’ll see you back here later, then.”
Jack couldn’t get rid of the slight disappointment as he picked up Brittany and made their way to Marcus’s game. He’d had an amazing time with Ed—that was enough.
It was.
Brittany flicked his ear. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
He shrugged. “Who do you reckon will win?”
“Don’t let Marcus hear you ask that.”
He snorted. “You’re right. His team is the best, anyway.”
The parking lot was full, and finding a free space became a pain in the ass.
“There,” Brittany said, pointing down the line. “Behind the banged up Toyota.”
Jack slowed, trying to locate the free spot—
A familiar truck caught his eye, and Jack stepped on the brake, jerking them in their seats.
Brittany choked on a curse. “Past the Toyota.”
Jack gripped the wheel as he stared into the truck. That was definitely Ed hunched in the driver’s seat.
Jack’s throat tightened, and butterflies filled his belly. Ed had come to the game.
He fought the temptation to jump out of his Jeep and scramble into the truck. It’d only been an hour since he’d left Ed, but it felt like a week.
“Where did that goofy smile come from?” Brittany asked.
Jack released his foot on the brake and drove to the other end of the parking lot. Ed had come without telling Jack for a reason. Jack would let Ed figure this out on his own.
After they’d parked and found a free bench inside, Jack pulled out his phone, bouncing it on his knee as he waited for it to chime. The game started and Jack scoured the crowd, looking for Ed. Was he sitting somewhere else, debating how close he could get with all these fraternity boys around? Was he still in his car, fighting the panic to get out? Or had he given up and driven home?