Their position was also putting other ideas into Gavin’s head, but he didn’t want to scare Jace off by moving too fast. With his lips and tongue, he explored the lines of Jace’s jaw, the shell of his ears and every inch of his mouth. Tasted each inch of bare skin he could find, until his own body burned and instinct told him they were way overdressed.
He kissed the tip of Jace’s nose then pulled back so he could look him in the eyes. Eyes blown wide and gazing at Gavin like he wanted to swallow him whole. “What do you want?” Gavin asked, surprised by the rough sound of his own voice.
“My answer hasn’t changed from the first time.”
Gavin thrust his hips down, hard enough to send a bolt of pleasure up his spine, and Jace whined. A sexy, sexy whine. “Use your words.”
“Bastard.” Jace slid his hands down beneath his waistband and pressed his fingers into the tops of Gavin’s ass. “I want to taste you.”
“Any part in particular?”
He lunged up and nipped Gavin’s chin. “Your dick. I want to suck you.”
Gavin didn’t need to be told twice. He sat up and back, giving Jace room to do the same. They both stripped out of their shirts, and as much as Gavin wanted to attack that smooth, pale chest again, he settled back against the couch cushions and waited. Jace showed none of the tentative hesitation he’d displayed their first time. He slid to the floor and knelt between Gavin’s legs. Made quick work of the button fly on his jeans. Tugged his jeans and briefs down, releasing Gavin’s aching cock.
He didn’t have time to properly appreciate the beauty of Jace’s pink lips sealing over the head of his cock, because damn, his mouth was on Gavin and nothing else really computed. This was far from Gavin’s first blowjob, but hell, it could have been for the way his body responded to Jace. His first boyfriend had once told Gavin that “sex is awesome, but sex with the right person is fucking mind-blowing.”
Jace either watched a lot of porn, or he’d picked up some tips from someone, because he went down on Gavin like a pro. Though Gavin knew “pro” sounded awful, and he’d never say such a thing out loud. Jace didn’t take him deep, but the combination of his hand jacking in time with the pressure of his lips made Gavin’s orgasm pool a lot faster than he expected. As much as he’d love to come right down Jace’s throat, Jace might not like that and it was only fair to warn the kid.
“Gonna come,” Gavin gasped out.
Jace pulled off with a lewd, wet sound. His intense brown eyes held Gavin’s gaze as his hand kept jerking him, harder, harder, until Gavin’s balls drew up and he cried out. Pleasure sizzled down his spine, and he thrust into Jace’s tight fist, hands digging hard into the sofa cushions. While Gavin tried to reestablish control over his body, Jace studied a streak of come on his hand. He raised that hand to his mouth, and the tip of his tongue flicked out to taste it.
If Gavin hadn’t just busted his nut, he’d have spontaneously shot again. He watched in open-mouthed amazement as Jace cleaned the rest of the semen off his hand. As boneless as he’d felt seconds ago, Gavin’s entire body surged with adrenaline and the primitive need to explore this man as many ways as humanly possible. As soon as humanly possible.
“How was that?” Jace asked, a sudden shyness in his face and voice.
“Epic,” Gavin replied. “Totally fucking epic.”
Humor twinkled in Jace’s eyes. “So it was okay?”
Gavin laughed. He dragged Jace up for a kiss, then held Jace’s cheeks in his palms to say, “You up for a lot more epic?”
Jace’s lips twitched. He took one of Gavin’s hands and pressed it against his still-hard cock, and Gavin’s heart tripped. “Use your words, Gav.”
“Fine.” Gavin slid his hand down the front of Jace’s jeans and grasped the satin hardness he wanted in his mouth as soon as possible. “I want to see you naked on my bed before I make you come so hard you see fucking stars.”
Jace shivered. “Yeah.”
Gavin couldn’t stop his nerves from jumping when he opened the door to his bedroom. It was insanely small, as extra rooms in single-wide trailers often were, with barely enough space for a full-size mattress and chest of drawers. He rarely made his bed, but he did keep the floor and his clothes tidy enough that no one could call him a slob. He’d never seen Jace’s room, but he imagined it had a lot more stuff and space.
He let Jace go in first, then shut the door—not that he expected an interruption, but it would probably make Jace feel more secure. His window faced the woods and the blinds were partially closed, giving them enough light without him turning a lamp on. He’d left his jeans and boxers behind in the living room and walked down the short hall naked. No sense in impeding the process.