Page 24 of The Way Home

When Caleb lifted his gaze, Jamie stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a soft smile that crinkled his freckles.

Caleb’s body itched to crawl back onto the couch and trace every one of those freckles with his fingers. Press his mouth to the soft skin of his neck and see what kind of sound he’d make next.

“You are gorgeous when you come.” Caleb reached out a hand and helped Jamie up, quickly pulling him in for a slow kiss. Jamie practically melted into his hands.

Caleb frowned when Jamie leaned away and chewed his lip. “Are you okay? Was that alright?”

“No, that was—I am—” Jamie’s eyes flicked to Caleb’s shirt. “Can we go to your bedroom? I’d like to return the favor.”

Caleb took a step back. “Return the favor? You don’t owe me anything after a blowjob.”

“No, sorry. That’s not what I meant.” Jamie took a breath, then seemed to come to a decision. Hesitantly, he reached for Caleb’s shirt. “May I?”

Fuck if it wasn’t the cutest thing Caleb had ever seen.

“So polite.” Caleb smirked, though his heart stuttered thinking of Jamie seeing him shirtless.

When he nodded, Jamie quickly tugged the shirt up and over his head.

“Oh,” Jamie breathed, eyes going wide as he took in Caleb’s chest, then trailed lower over his abdomen and back up. As expected, his gaze caught on the gnarly scar along Caleb’s shoulder.

Being the sweetheart he was, Jamie didn’t ask about the scars that marked his skin and Caleb was grateful. He fucking hated talking about that surgery, not to mention the shitty memories that came with it.

Jamie’s eyes flicked up to meet his, wide and a little bashful, like he’d been caught doing something naughty. Then, chewing the inside of his cheek, he reached out, grabbed Caleb gently by the hips, steering him toward the sofa.

Caleb let him, heart thudding as Jamie gave him a careful shove and nudged him down into the cushions. The shift in dynamic—Jamie taking control, even a little—made his dick harder.

With a look of determination, Jamie mounted his lap.

Caleb grinned up at him. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hi.”

Jamie was completely naked, Caleb still in his jeans. Caleb ran his hands up those strong thighs, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

“You definitely bike a lot, don’t you?”

“It’s better for the environment.”

Caleb chuckled. “Right. And better for me because I get to enjoy your legs.”

Jamie’s cheeks went pink, but that didn’t stop his hips from shifting, squirming perfectly against Caleb’s groin, testing the friction between them. Caleb’s hands fell to Jamie’s hips, and he wondered how good it might feel for Jamie to ride him like this.

Jamie’s eyes had cleared after his orgasm and were back to that vibrant, sea-foam green that caught Caleb’s from across the bar. Eyes Caleb could easily fall in love with…

“Shit,” Caleb breathed as Jamie rocked his hips. “That… that feels amazing.”

“You should take these off.” Jamie reached between his thighs and squeezed the bulge in Caleb’s pants. “It might feel better.”

“As long as you are sure—”

Jamie cut him off with a frantic kiss, his hands sliding into Caleb’s hair in that way that made all the thoughts fly straight out of his head.

“Take me to your bedroom, Caleb,” he muttered softly against his lips.

“If you’re sure,” he said again. He looked up into Jamie’s heated eyes. No hesitation to be found, just pure need.

Sliding his palms beneath Jamie’s rock-hard thighs, Caleb cupped his ass and stood. Jamie wasn’t small, but Caleb easily carried him into the bedroom and dumped him onto his king-sized bed. Leaning over him, Caleb kissed his way down Jamie’s chest, then back up to his jaw.