Page 52 of Uncharted

“Oh, it wasn’t a joke about you on my knees I was thinkin’,” he said in a low voice that might have been intended to be a whisper, but felt…dangerous.

Dangerous enough that I had to stop what I was doing, take a deep breath, and consider what I was going to do next. I knew the proper thing would be to keep washing him. I definitely shouldn’t let his words get to me, even though they were like liquid heat that slithered down my chest, pooling in my groin. It was strong enough that I had to remember it was showering we were there for and nothing else.

In theory.

His hand came down on the top of my head, and I looked up into his eyes without thinking. He was smiling. “Sorry, that, uh⁠—”

I believed his apology immediately, but the problem was that now I was staring up at him from the floor. Water was still sliding down his body from the shower, and the angle sent my heart racing. His stomach was a flat plane that stretched on forever before reaching the thick bulk of his chest, which I had felt pressed against my back earlier.

His eyes caught the light, and despite his soft words, there was only a little of the green left, as if the pupils were swallowing what was there. I didn’t need to move my eyes to see his cock, which was only inches from my face. I hadn’t exactly been measuring earlier, but I was sure it had plumped up in the past few seconds and I remembered the sight of him between my legs, my dick disappearing into his mouth and even his throat.

Could I do that?

Physically, yes, I could. I remembered the first few weeks we were growing our friendship, and I couldn’t remember exactly what led to it, but I had shown him what one of Mika’s ex-boyfriends had called a ‘wasted talent.’ Which was that I, as a straight man, could deep throat, or when I’d shown Jake, to his peals of laughter, it had only been a banana. A large one, but even that banana couldn’t compare to Jake when he was fully hard.

Maybe I could, but I’d never know unless I tried.

It was happening again, like a different part of my mind suddenly rose to the surface and grabbed the controls. The part that wanted exactly what that was, practically craving it. It was the same thing that was drowned out by all the worries, fears, and confusion I felt when it wasn’t in control.

I suppose it was my dick taking control, but horniness wasn’t enough for what Jake deserved and⁠—

“Reno,” he said softly, and I wondered if he was about to tell me to stop being so ridiculous, assure me I wasn’t being ridiculous, or if he was going to apologize for him being ridiculous.

Dropping the washcloth, I realized I didn’t want to hear it, and before I could second-guess myself again, I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was harder, but not entirely hard. I tilted my head up and wrapped my lips around the head, and it was like the whole thing suddenly began pumping up to full length in what had to be record time.

I had to scoot back to give myself space as his cock swelled in my mouth. It was definitely not a feeling I was used to, that was for sure. I’d had things in my mouth, but it had never been another man, and nothing that filled my mouth like he did. The weight on my tongue made it hard to move it, and yet I slid forward, determined.

The blunt head hit the back of my throat, and there was a moment of gagging. And with an awkward lurch forward to get a different angle, it pushed down into my throat. I found that my ‘useless talent’ was a lot more useful than it ever had been, but it also wasn’t enough to spare my throat protesting with a spasm.

That was definitely no banana, and I wasn’t sure I was going to manage it.

Then I looked up at the low noise from Jake and saw the way his expression had changed. It was like when he’d been holding onto me while he’d fucked against my ass. It was burning with desire; his lips parted slightly, and another low, rumbling noise escaped him. Once I would have never dreamed of hearing that coming from his lips, but with his cock pushing into my throat, I realized I wanted to be the cause of that noise.

Pushing forward, more of him entered my throat, and I swore he was almost down to my lungs before I had to pull back with a gasp for air. I knew enough about being on the receiving end of a blowjob to know that breathing through the nose was helpful, but it was hard to get air through the throat to the nose when it felt like your throat was filled wall to wall.

Still, I knew other things; the trick was to put them into practice while I was the one doing them. I wrapped my lips around him again and bobbed so his cock slid into my throat again and then pulled back, pushing forward again and then back. Weirdly, that seemed to do the trick, helping my poor throat ease its grip around him, and I could hear his moans.

I could also feel the ache in my knees from being on the floor, and I wished I had considered that before committing to that. The tiles were tiny squares that dug into my knees, and with a grunt of annoyance, I pulled off and stood up.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Naw,” he assured me quickly. “Don’t worry about it, ya never had to⁠—”

“No, my knees fucking hurt,” I told him. “Get your ass out of the shower and let’s go somewhere else so I don’t destroy my cartilage.”

“Oh,” he said, eyes going wide.

My dick was still in control, it seemed, something I was grateful for because he deserved to get as good as he gave, and I reached up to grab his neck and pulled him closer. I was still unsure how I felt about having a dick in my mouth, though I knew I was a fan of the reaction it got from Jake, but there was no questioning that I loved kissing him.

I melted into the kiss as his good arm came around me, and I gulped air when his hand gripped my ass. Then there was a thunk and a hiss from Jake, and I snorted, backing up as he held his cast away from the shower wall.

“Dork,” I told him, wrapping my hand around his cock, which did the job of bringing his attention away from his injury. “Jesus, and to think you dream of putting this thing in me one day.”

“Not a requirement,” he muttered as he followed me out of the shower, clearly not caring about the water getting everywhere as it dripped off his body.

I didn’t care either, save for the part of my mind that figured out the only place in the building that would suit our needs. I snatched a stack of towels from the rack nearby. He was behind me as I walked out, his good hand sliding down my side and up and down my back, as if getting a feel for every inch of my body. Even as I hurriedly threw the towels down on the bed to soak up the water so his bed wasn’t completely drenched, his hand was constantly exploring my body.

“Having fun?” I asked as I turned around.