Simple Things(25)

"Oh, fuck, Carter. I'm getting so close."

Carter twisted until Jeremy was doing his best to kiss him, but there  was more tongue lapping tongue than kissing. Then Carter was shouting,  Jeremy laughing and then moaning as Carter clenched hard and was cumming  with Jeremy's name on his lips.                       
       
           



       

Jeremy buried in deep so Carter's body wouldn't push him out. And Carter  was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen right then; his pale  skin, his red hair mussed, the way he looked back at Jeremy with his  eyes soft and his mouth hanging open, begging for another kiss. Jeremy  clung to him, held him close, fucking in long, deep strokes, and  Carter's hole milking his cock.

And then he came. So fucking hard, pushed in deep and saying, "Please,  oh so good. Please." He didn't know what he was asking for, what he  needed, but he held Carter close, buried deep in him as he shot in the  condom and Carter held the hand Jeremy clenched into Carter's pec.

They lay there like that for a long, long moment, catching their breath  until Jeremy felt Carter shaking from holding still so long, and he  rolled to his back, sliding out of Carter. Carter rolled onto his back  beside Jeremy, placing a hand on Jeremy's leg. They lay quietly. Jeremy  stared up sightlessly, his mind blissfully empty of all thoughts except  how warm and happy he felt in that moment.

Carter rolled on his side, propping up to look down at Jeremy, and he  looked so damn well fucked and happy, Jeremy let himself give in and  pull the man down for a kiss. He couldn't remember the last time he  kissed a man he had fucked and lingered in the afterglow. Hell, he may  never have.

His brain switched back on as they made out lazily, and that feeling was  back. That yearning, aching feeling he had first felt while he was out  with Carter and his sister and Chris the other night. He had felt it  before with Carter. Even years ago, he had felt a glimmer of it. But no,  it made it almost impossible to breathe. If he wasn't so happy, he  would think it was a panic attack.

He just remembered how Carter had always felt like …  Carter. Safety and home and …  Carter.

"You doing okay?" Carter asked, lip quirked in a cute smile. Cute?

Jeremy shook his thoughts. "Sorry. Look at me being the one thinking too hard."

Carter's brow went up, then he bent down, lips an inch from Jeremy's.  "Freak out tomorrow, Jem." He chuckled as Jeremy snorted and, smiling  wide, they kissed some more.





14





"Fuuuuck," Carter moaned into Jeremy's mouth as Jeremy held his legs  open wide, sliding his cock in to the hilt. They had started out just  showering, intending on a quick handjob after their workout, but Jeremy  had created a monster. Not that he would complain.

Thankfully, there had been condoms in his gym bag. He had barely had  time to suit up and put on lube before Carter had lay on the bed,  holding his knees open to reveal his pretty pink hole. Jeremy had done  very little more than a finger inside to lube him up before pushing in  with one slow, steady stroke.

"Fuck me," Carter said, gusting out a breath that smelled like spearmint  toothpaste. The toothpaste he had used after he had blown Jeremy less  than a couple hours ago in the gym.

It wasn't even noon yet, but for the last few days since the night in  the pasture, they had been going at it every time they got in a room  alone. Their time was ticking down. Carter was leaving in just days.

And Carter had decided to make up for missed time as a bottom. That was  all he wanted to do. Every time Jeremy turned around, his cock was balls  deep in Carter's sexy ass and fuck knew he was A-motherfucking-okay  with that.

Jeremy pistoned his hips, fucking Carter deep and long. "God, so fucking  tight, Red." He looked down, watching in awe as his cock sunk inside  Carter. Carter dug a hand into Jeremy's pec and stroked himself off with  the other. His eyes roamed Jeremy's body, flicking up to his eyes every  once in a while.

They hadn't even played around, now their skin was slapping together and they grunted, chasing their orgasms.

"Fuck, you fuck me so good," Carter moaned. Jeremy got caught in  Carter's gaze, his stomach flipping. That was happening a lot when they  fucked. It was intense, this need for each other. He didn't know what he  would do when their little fling was over. He knew his body would be  unhappy, especially when he was back to his own two hands.

Carter clenched inside. "Damn, you're learning."

Carter smirked, then rolled his eyes back when Jeremy changed angles.

There was a knock on the door that led down the stairs and into the  garage. He paused, balls deep, and put his hand over Carter's mouth to  stifle the moan.

The door at the bottom of the stairs creaked open. "Jeremy, honey, you up there?"

Fuck. "Yeah, mom. Uh, don't come up. I just finished my shower."

"Okay, have you seen Carter?"

Jeremy's eyes widened. "Uh, yeah. He's in the shower now."                       
       
           



       

She didn't say anything for a moment, and Carter's leveled gaze told him  he had just fucked up. "Okay," she said evenly. "Could you tell him his  friend Ella's car just came in the front gates?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Everything was silent for a moment. "I'll go wait. Since he's in the  shower." Her tone wasn't lost on Jeremy. The door creaked closed.

Carter socked Jeremy in the arm, and he pulled his hand off Carter's mouth. "Idiot."

"You have to excuse me," he pressed his hips down so his now not-as-hard  dick drove the point home, so to say. "My other brain was engaged. I  could have just said ‘he's being my little bottom boy, give us a  minute.'"

Carter glared, but wiggled and clenched his ass. "Get on with it, dumbass. We only have a minute."

"You're serious?"

"The driveway is long as fuck and you bought us a few minutes. May as  well finish what you started." He clenched around Jeremy. "Doesn't seem  like you need any help. Fuck. Me."

"You're like a teenager." Jeremy shrugged and started pounding Carter again.

It took no time before they came, shouting into each other's mouths.

As they got dressed quickly, Carter tossed a dirty look Jeremy's way. "I can't believe you didn't lock the door."

"Hey, my mom never comes up. I didn't think anything of it."

"You've sucked at being stealth since day one. I swear Sarah knows  something." Carter covered his sexy round ass, regrettably, with a clean  pair of jeans and pulled on a blue shirt that looked surprisingly nice  with his creamy white complexion.

Jeremy was surprised the thought his sister might know wasn't freaking  him out. Oh well. Carter was leaving soon, so what would it matter now?

He tried not to think on how bummed it made him that Carter's last few  days would also be taken up by his friend Ella and the big goodbye  barbeque Sarah and Jeremy's parents were throwing.

Jeremy was stopped short from his thoughts as Carter turned to him and  pressed a quick kiss to his lips before saying, "I better go catch Ella  before Daphne and your mom put carbs in her face and she has a minor  stroke."

The laugh Jeremy gave was more a croak than anything as he watched  Carter bounce down the steps, so carefree. He put a hand to his lips,  still feeling the tingle there.

God, shake it off.

He was being a weirdo.

He finished dressing and made his way to the kitchen where everyone was  laughing. He found Daphne, Sarah, and his mother making goo goo eyes at  the new addition. His mother and Sarah were beauties, and were known for  dressing impeccably, but Ella had a very urban chic look. She was model  gorgeous, and with her loose blonde hair flowing over her shoulders,  her thin body wrapped in skinny black jeans and a tight black turtle  neck and black heels, she looked every bit like the woman Carter would  date-if he was straight.

She was stunning and looked like a movie star. And Carter and Ella were  so familiar, touching each other, making everyone laugh. They finished  their sentences in a way that was almost perfect enough to seem  rehearsed, but Jeremy knew Carter well enough to know he wasn't that  disingenuous. They also had such an ease about them, you just knew they  were in sync. Which sucked hard because as an outsider, they really were  couple-y.

And that made Jeremy's teeth gnash.

"Oh, Jem!" Carter waved him over. "Come meet Ells."

Ells. Jeremy walked over, stepping a little too close to Carter, looking Ella up and down. "The girlfriend, eh?"

Ella looked uncertainly at Carter.

"I thought he knew Carter was gay?" Jeremy's mother asked quietly. That  made Carter's cheeks redden and Sarah guffaw. Jeremy realized he was  practically pissing on Carter's leg in front everyone. What the fuck are  you doing?