Page 26 of The Way Home

“Oh,fuck.” A heady wave of pleasure rushed to Caleb’s head. “Yeah,that would be…” he spluttered. “Alright.”

Jamie’s hands were fucking amazing.

A variety of curses left Caleb’s mouth as Jamie worked up a gentle rhythm, sliding his palm down to the base of Caleb’s cock, and then slowly pulling it up to the head.

“Then, maybe,” Jamie said, “you could, erm, finger me?”

Caleb smiled, and a bead of precum leaked from the tip of his dick. “Shit, yes,” Caleb breathed, eager as fuck to open up Jamie. “Oh,fuck—”

Jamie pulled him in for another kiss, swallowing his breathy gasps, as he continued pumping his fist. Through the haze of feral pleasure pulsing through him, Caleb wanted to make something clear.

“Afterward—ohfuck,that’s good—you’ll stay, right? I don’t just… want to hook up. You know that, right?”

In the week they’d been seeing each other, Caleb had gone out of his way to make it clear how serious he was about Jamie, reminding himself that it might take time for Jamie to actually believe him.

Jamie’s hand stilled on Caleb’s cock.

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

A little spark ignited in Jamie’s green eyes, as though a small piece of his insecurity had finally cracked. The sight of it made Caleb silently vow to keep chipping away at the rest.

Jamie’s palm sped up again, more confident now.

“Fuck, just like that,” Caleb groaned. “That’s incredible.”

“Do you have lube?”

“Yeah.”

Caleb stood and grabbed it from the nightstand. When hehanded it to him, Jamie sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Caleb’s hip. “Stay right here, yeah?”

Caleb stood a few inches away from Jamie, his cock hovering straight out, a few inches from Jamie’s face. When Jamie’s hand was slick with lube, he reached forward and started slowly pulling Caleb off again.

“Jamie, shit. That’s so hot.”

Jamie smiled as he looked up at Caleb through long, dark lashes. He looked fascinated by Caleb’s stomach and legs as they flexed and tensed.

“F-fuck, Jamie—holy shit—that’s so good.”

Jamie’s free hand reached around and squeezed Caleb’s ass. He seemed to be getting more and more confident the more Caleb unraveled for him.

“You’re so bloody fit, Caleb. I want to see you come.”

“I—I’m going to—” Caleb squeezed his eyes shut, and all coherent thoughts left his brain. His body flooded with pleasure, making his head feel dizzy and his knees wobble, as come spurted onto Jamie’s hand and wrist.

“I—I...” Caleb’s breath caught. “Holy shit.”

An adorably shy smile spread across Jamie’s face, making two dimples appear in his cheeks. Caleb couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and pulled him into a hungry kiss, not worried in the slightest about the mess they’d just made.

“Ready for my fingers?”

“Yes.” Jamie held up his sticky hand. “Should I—?

“I don’t care about the mess.”

In a flurry of movement, Jamie was on all fours, trying to stifle his moans as Caleb pulled apart his cheeks.