Page 112 of Ship Happens

Owen laughs, loving how worked up he seems to be. “Been a long time?”

“Depends; do you remember the last time we had sex?”

Owen remembers. It was Jacob’s final visit back from Duke, before he moved to Dover, before the breakup.

“You haven’t . . . been with anyone sense?” Owen asks, hating how badly he wants to know the answer.

Jacob shakes his head. “You?”

Owen’s reply is the same.

“Wow . . . we really are bad at being exes, huh?” Jacob laughs, letting his head fall back even further against the pillow.

“Yeah . . .” Owen says, running his hand through Jacob’s chest hair.

“Do you want to go any further?” he asks.

“I’d like to. So long as you want to.”

“I really want to. God, I’m horny.” Jacob nods. “We just need to be quiet.”

Owen smiles, leaning down to kiss Jacob again. “You were always the one with that problem,” he teases, flicking Jacob’s nipples again, drinking in the sound that slips out.

“Not funny,” Jacob says, smiling despite himself. Then he reaches up to Owen’s nipples, flicking the barbells.

“Whoooa . . .” Owen shudders, back arching.

Jacob stares in awe.

“Jesus . . .” Owen feels a little out of breath.

“You’ve never played with these before?” Jacob asks.

“I have,” Owen assures him. Plenty of times, but never with another person. Never with Jacob. “I like it.”

“I do too,” Jacob says to him, sliding his hands back up to cup underneath Owen’s armpits, and then—in one fluid movement—Jacob flips the both of them, Owen letting out a soft sound as he sinks against the pillow. With his hands still where they are, Jacob reaches with his thumbs, continuing to tease at Owen’s nipples. “I love your body,” he says.

Owen buries the impulse to hide himself. Because he knows that Jacob is telling the truth.

Gasping as Jacob continues to tease his piercings, Owen is unable to stop himself from humping into the air until he feels Jacob’s thigh sink in even closer. Then Jacob leans in, taking one of Owen’s nipples into his mouth.

Owen presses a hand to his mouth to hold back the high-pitched squeal that wants to slip out.

“Fuck . . .” he whispers as Jacob’s body continues to press against his, the weight such a comfort. Owen’s skin feels electric as Jacob’s chest hair scratches his sensitive skin, his teeth nibbling against Owen’s piercing as his hands continue to move lower, lower, lower. “Jacob . . .”

Jacob looks up, meeting Owen’s needy gaze, studying the beautiful way that Owen’s skin has become so flushed.

“What do you want, baby?” Jacob asks.

“Please, just . . . more . . .” Owen pleads. He doesn’t know what he wants more of, he just needs it from Jacob.

Jacob climbs further up the bed, closing the distance between them. Just when Owen expects another hungry kiss, Jacob instead presses his lips right against Owen’s ear. And he whispers a single question.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Yes.” Owen swallows, knowing that he sounds desperate for it.

God, what that beard would feel like against his raw, sensitive skin.