his ass again, and this time he properly translated the extra emphasis I put in my grip and jumped up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I braced him against the ledge of the porch, keeping a tight grip on him with one hand while the other slid under his shirt. His skin was so fucking smooth and warm, his breath causing his stomach to rise and fall quickly under my touch.
“Shit,” he moaned as I grazed his nipple with a thumbnail the way I’d wanted to earlier in the day at the car wash when his shirt had been plastered to his body.
I’d still been uncomfortably hard a half hour after he left, and so much shit was becoming clear to me. I wanted Jesse in a way I’d never wanted anyone else before, and I sensed that we were both dancing around the edge of acknowledgment, watching our steps, each wary for different reasons. And maybe it was ridiculous, but I didn’t want to chance messing up whatever it was we were dancing around.
I just wanted it to keep going.
Jesse cursed again as I shoved his shirt up and bent my head, licking down the sleek slope of his neck and nipping his collarbone before sucking his nipple into my mouth. It was small and tight, and I derived a ridiculous amount of satisfaction from the way he arched into the circles I licked around it and how I could feel goose bumps pebbling his skin beneath my hand.
“Sam.” His voice was quiet but strained.
When I brought my mouth back to his, he groaned into it and my cock twitched hard for the unique sensation. Girlish moans, yes, I’d had those. But this was hoarse and gravelly with a desperation I could almost taste, and I fucking wanted more of it.
Jesse’s arms tightened around my neck and I fumbled toward his fly, wanting to taste him. He reached a hand down, too, when I fumbled his zipper and yanked it open. I dived a hand behind the fabric panel, grunting in satisfaction when I reached his dick.
“Fuck yeah, that’s good.” He moaned as I squeezed and pulled him out. I rested my forehead against his, and we both looked down at his rigid cock poking up between us, my hand wrapped around it. I swiped my thumb over the bead of precum that oozed from his slit and lifted it, touching the tip of my tongue to it and tasting the hint of salt before Jesse surprised me by sucking my thumb into his mouth.
The suction and heat of his lips transmitted directly to my dick, and I whispered a curse, yanking him closer. I wanted to do the shit I’d seen in the gay porn I’d been watching recently, where the guys rubbed their dicks together. Frottage. I wasn’t sure if you were supposed to ask for it, though, and that sounded kinda fucking weird in my head, so I planned to just go for it.
The dazed look in Jesse’s eye as I got a hold of my zipper suggested he might be on board.
“Samson!”
It was loud enough that we both stopped.
Jesse peered over his shoulder. “Shit,” he muttered and slid from the ledge, messing with his zipper. “Your brother.”
“Wha—” I leaned around him to peer down at the party below. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Yep, let’s go.”
We raced downstairs, and by the time we got to the porch, Joel was twirling stark-ass naked near the band with a Solo cup in his hand, his jeans tied around his neck like the world’s most pitiful denim cape.
I threw an arm around him, which tightened into a headlock—brotherly, of course— when he tried to wriggle free. “Your dancing days are over for now, baby bro. You lost privs.”
“I’m just getting started!” Joel crowed in a slur even as I guided him toward the door.
“We’ll walk with you.” Jesse fell in step beside us. “I grabbed the rest of his clothes.”
Matt came around to Joel’s other side and helped guide Joel along. He looked like Mickey Mouse stuck between two bears.
We progressed slowly and had to stop once so Joel could hurl in some bushes. Once we got back to our house and got Joel into the upstairs bathroom, I went into the kitchen, got some bottled water, and wet some washcloths, which I carried with me upstairs.
Jesse’s brother sat on the bathroom floor with his back against the cabinet while Joel hugged the toilet. The sounds