Page 24 of In Too Deep

He pushed himself upright, and Harrison’s gaze followed him, dark and intent, taking in every inch as Jake shoved his curls back from his face.

“If you’re done admiring the view...” Jake reached for Harrison’s shirt. “Gonna let me see you?”

He got one button undone. Then another.

Harrison grabbed his wrist.

And Jake’s pulse hammered for reasons that suddenly had fuck all to do with what Harrison’s other hand was doing to him.

He narrowed his eyes. “You planning on keeping all that on while I’m here with my bollocks out?”

Harrison didn’t answer. He looked.

Not a quick glance followed by the polite pretence that Jake’s cock wasn’t currently standing between them. No, he took him in with that same unnerving concentration Harrison brought to everything else. And Jake was suddenly far too fucking aware of being naked.

“Fuck, you are, aren’t you?” The words came out rougher than Jake intended, and he rolled his hips, chasing Harrison’s hand. “Fuck, Harry. I really wanna fuck you.”

Harrison went still.

And Jake’s heart kicked.

Shit.

Too much.

Typical. Barrel straight in with what he wanted without having the first fucking clue what Harrison wanted.

Jake opened his mouth to backtrack.

Then Harrison dragged his thumb slowly over the head of his cock. “Maybe another time.”

Jake blinked.

Maybe?

Well.

That was a long fucking way from no.

Harrison tightened his grip around him. “Let me just take care of you tonight.”

Fuck.

Something about that landed harder than Jake expected and he held Harrison’s gaze, all the usual smartarse answers deserting him.

“Aye,” he said softly. “You can do that.”

So he reached across to the bedside table, grabbed the lube and squeezed some into Harrison’s palm before tossing the bottle aside. Harrison’s hand closed around him again and Jake exhaled hard.

“Oh, fuck, yeah…” Slick was a whole different fucking matter.

He covered Harrison’s hand with his own, instinctively trying to guide him faster, but Harrison stopped him.

“I can manage.”

Jake looked at him. There was the faintest challenge in those brown eyes. “Oh, can you?”

Harrison answered by moving his hand, and Jake’s mouth fell open. Apparently, he fucking could. “Alright.” He laughed breathlessly, lifting his hand away in surrender. “Carry on, Detective.”