Page 36 of Bonus Game
Allen soaked up the feeling, grinning as the sensation of sailing through the sky on a cloud conjured silly thoughts of angels and horses with wings.
It was great—until a blanket of ice abruptly dropped onto his head, and Allen sprang up with a stuttering gasp.
“What?!”
Jake was above him, eyes dark with fear, as he touched the cold cloth to Allen’s head. “You fainted. I think. I don’t know.”
Good lord. Had he really?
Allen let Jake lower his head back onto the pillow, moving his arms until the cold tingles went away and he could finally feel his fingers.
“I totally fucking did,” said Allen. He placed his hand over Jake’s shaking one, showing him a smile so he knew he was okay. “Stop panicking, Mousey. Fucking a person into unconsciousness is the best compliment there is.”
His words had very little effect on Jake, who immediately began pacing the room. Allen was forced to lie still and rest while Jake wiped him down with a cloth, cleaning the mess between his legs and on his stomach. The sheets were changed, the lube was put away, and a bath was run, which Allen was then placed into.
Jake was…a fucking unicorn. There was no way one guy could have it all: the looks, the personality, the great sex and the aftercare?
Nope. Allen was convinced his boyfriend wasn’t human, but he didn’t know how to prove it yet.
His standard apartment bathtub was nowhere near big enough to fit both him and Jake, but in the end, they wound up smooshed in it together.
Allen was blissfully warm, and the weight of Jake’s head resting on his shoulder made butterflies scatter inside his stomach. He turned his head to the side, kissing Jake’s cheek and grinning when it earned him a groan.
“Are you sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”
Jake took a page from Allen’s book and gave a loud snort. “Allen, I’ve known I was bi since I was a preteen—maybe before then, too. I watched more gay porn than straight porn growingup, and I’ve had sex plenty of times. I made sure to thoroughly research prepping before I touched you, because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Allen’s skin prickled, his body physically reacting to memories of the damn monster cock that belonged to the man beneath him.
“I was…surprised when I was able to…fit.”
Laughter bubbled in Allen’s throat, easing the ache from overuse. “You definitely have my past conquests beaten in the cock length department. I feel bad for your girlfriends because yeah, I’m hurting.”
Jake brushed his knuckles over Allen’s cheek. “But you’re okay? You’re not hurt?”
“Nope.” Allen took Jake’s hand and kissed it, wanting to be mushy and grossly romantic back. “If I hadn’t passed out, I would have gone for another round.”
Jake grumbled something that Allen couldn’t make out, so he reached over his shoulder and tugged on his ear. “What was that?”
A pause.
And then?—
“I didn’t break your record.”
Allen chuckled. “The great thing about sex is that you can do it as many times as you want, and the sun won’t be up for a long time.”
Granted, he was tired, but if Jake wanted to lay him down on the bed and fuck him until he fell asleep, he wouldn’t say no. Hell, Jake could use him all night if he wanted; Allen loved having sex while he was sleeping.
When he made the offer to Jake, the arms around his waist tightened, and Jake moaned into his ear quietly.
“You’re killing me,” Jake said softly.
Allen hummed like he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“I want to give you a gift tomorrow,” said Jake, effectively snagging Allen’s attention. “Is that okay?”
He loved how Jake always asked him for permission. It made Allen feel safe in a dizzying way.
