the one who needs to rest up,” Linc said right as his fingers connected with Jacob’s gland and oh-fucking-kay, all the waiting and adjusting was worth it.
“Just fuck me,” he begged, all chill lost in a rush of blinding need and want.
“Mmm. That’s more like it.” Linc’s voice was like the purr of a classic car, the seductive sound of a lot of horsepower about to get unleashed.
Jacob had something to say about arrogant, bossy men, but whatever flip response he’d been planning fled as Linc shifted, condom-covered cock dragging along Jacob’s ass, teasing. Then the blunt pressure at his rim made him gasp.
“Easy.” Linc ran a hand down Jacob’s back, easing forward slowly, giving Jacob almost too much time to adjust.
“Just go,” he urged. Somehow the more Linc took his time, the more he took care of Jacob, the harder it was to focus on the fuck, the harder it was to convince himself that the fuck was all there was. Soft touches and murmured praise felt perilously close to affection, and affection was too close of a cousin to everything he’d ever wanted from Linc.
“We’ll get there.” Not surprisingly, Linc didn’t listen to his pleas, continuing to work in with shallow thrusts that stole Jacob’s breath. Finally, Linc’s balls brushed his ass, and they both moaned. The position itself was as intense as all the emotions it inspired, every nerve ending sensitive, body tight even as the angle let Linc go deep, every stroke nailing his gland.
“Fuck.” He wanted to fuck back, get more of that delicious pressure, but Linc held him fast. This level of letting go was something new, nothing to do but lie there, taking everything Linc wanted to give him, completely at his mercy. And hell if that wasn’t a metaphor for his whole damn life. But at a certain point, he stopped holding back, gave in to the urge to meld into the sensations, feather in the wind, along for the ride, no longer trying to control it.
Above him, Linc was groaning and muttering praise, sounds almost as arousing as his thrusts. He’d never come from fucking without a hand on his cock, but the more the tension in his muscles built, the more likely it seemed that the friction against the sheet was going to be enough.
“Oh, fuck. I think I can...” He more than half expected Linc to tell him no, make him wait, but Linc made a satisfied growl, speeding up.
“Yeah, you can.” Linc’s voice was strained and his arm shook against Jacob’s back. Maybe he wasn’t quite so iron-control after all. And knowing this was getting to him too pushed Jacob further, let him chase the climax that kept teasing the edges of his awareness. Then Linc shifted, going deeper and harder, giving Jacob just enough room to writhe against the bed, cock dragging against the sheet, and the prospect of coming went from nice possibility to absolute certainty.
“Coming. Coming. God.” He probably didn’t have to announce it as his whole body went stiff, everything clenching before he collapsed in giant shudders, a sticky, sweaty mess. And Linc didn’t have to say a thing for Jacob to tell he was there too, hips hammering hard, as he made a low, pained noise.
“Fuck.” Linc dropped kisses all across Jacob’s shoulders, more of that caretaking as he eased out. “You’re something else.”
“Something good?” Sleepy, he snuggled into Linc’s side, mess be damned.
“More like trouble.” Linc groaned and held him close.
“At least I’m good at it.” He kissed Linc’s arm as he snaked his hand down Jacob’s chest.
“The best.” Linc buried his face in Jacob’s hair. “Promise I’m not sleeping over, but—”
“Sleep. I’ll kick you out later.” Simply having Linc here, in his space, his bed was enough of a novelty that he didn’t join Linc in drifting off, instead luxuriating in the rare quiet moments of closeness. Not sex. Not guilt. Not obligation or misguided duty. Only...intimacy. The sort of familiarity he’d never had before and already craved more of. He liked to think that few others had ever seen this side of Linc and that this was something only for them. Special.
Fuck. He had it bad.