Long_Way_Home

“You’re more gorgeous than I imagined.”

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    He grinned shyly and swayed a little. “Shucks, you’ve seen it all before.”
    “Not like this. Not knowing….” I stopped to clear my throat. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Did you always stare at your toys on Christmas or did you play with them?”
    “I gloated first.” I can take a hint. But unlike Jake, I decided give him a show. I couldn’t have done it for anyone but him, but that’s what I mean about him and me and sparks.
    I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, smirking with anticipation.
    His eyes lit up when he saw it. “Damn, you have a nipple ring! Kinky!”
    I laughed, and then shivered as he tugged on it gently.
    “Too kinky?”
    “No, I like it.” He did, I could tell, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. “You always had that hidden side of you. Quiet on the outside, with that little kick of rebellion in you.” I gulped to swallow the lump in my throat; it killed me that he knew me so well, that he noticed something I thought I’d kept hidden. “Yeah, when I moved to the city, I guess I went a little wild with freedom.” 28

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    Tentatively, Jake rubbed his thumb over my nipple, making me gasp. “Sensitive?”
    “In a good way. They always were, but once I got this one pierced –”
    “A hot spot,” he murmured and bent to suck my nipple into his mouth, engulfing me in wet heat, sticking his tongue through the silver ring and flicking it.
    Heat flamed through my veins and I grabbed his head, pressing him closer to my chest, holding him there. I managed to push him away when I felt his fingers fumbling at my belt. “I’ll do it.”
    He straightened up and licked his lips, still staring at my nipple, shining with his saliva and reddened from the attention he’d lavished on it. “You’ve filled out some.”
    “I started working out when I went to college.
    Running.”
    “I think I hit the jackpot this Christmas.” I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants, hooking my thumbs into the waistband. He was looking at me just like a kid on Christmas morning, glowing with anticipation.
    I took a deep breath and pushed my pants and boxers down my legs, kicking them off, slipping my socks off while I was down there.

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    When I straightened up, my cock slowly filled and lifted, pointing towards him. He looked fascinated, as if he’d never seen a guy get hard before, and maybe he hadn’t. He stood there rooted to the ground, as if he wanted to touch but wasn’t sure he was allowed.
    I went toward him, knowing it was up to me to help him across the divide. Jake gasped when I rubbed my chest against his and I felt his arms tremble as he slid them around me.
    “Oh damn, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good.” I could have happily stood there rubbing against him all day. I loved how silky his skin felt over the firmness of his muscles, honed by real physical work. A little hit of delirious wonder rippled through me, just to be naked and against him. “Mmmm.” I rubbed my face on his shoulder. “I think someone mentioned a shower.”
    “Right.” He sounded breathless, but he reached into the shower to turn on the water to heat up, still holding me with one arm.
    Steam began to fog the mirror as we got under the water, still clinging to each other. I reached for the soap. He moaned as I ran my slippery hands over his body, down his flank, rubbing my thumb over his prominent hipbone before I cupped the swell of his buttocks in my palms.

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    Our erections swayed and crossed playfully, until he grabbed me, digging his fingers into my cheeks and holding me flush against him. I loved the way our cocks rubbed together, but I didn’t want it to end too soon.
    “Let’s take it slow. We have time.”
    “Time for a lifetime of showers,” he leered at me, wiggling his brows.
    I shook my head, amazed that Jake could possibly feel the same level of attraction for me that I did for him. For right now, I just wanted to take care of him. He let me do as I wanted. I slid soapy hands up his inner thighs, knowing how sensual that feels, soaping his genitals gently. When I ran a finger down the slick valley between his buttocks, his hips leaped forward and his mouth dropped open on a low groan.
    I washed his hair and rinsed it. I nuzzled the wet hair in his armpits, kissing my way to his nipples and licking the water droplets