Page 27 of In Too Deep

Jake paused, a grin creeping back in. “Oh, aye?”

Harrison’s gaze stayed fixed on his. “I’ve seen you play drums.”

Jake laughed, only for it to break into a gasp with his next thrust. “Cheeky bastard.”

Harrison smiled properly then, and he dug his fingers into Jake’s hip. “Again.”

Jake let out a long, shaky breath. “Oh, you like that.”

“Obviously.”

Fuck.

Jake pulled back and thrust again, harder this time.

Harrison’s breath caught. And that tiny reaction went straight through him. So he did it again, then bent to catch Harrison’s mouth, kissing him hard as his hips kept moving between them.

When he finally pulled back, Harrison’s eyes were dark. “Faster.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Jake obeyed.

And that was where the demonstration went to shit.

The careful rhythm lasted another few strokes. Harrison matched his grip to every thrust, his other hand firm on Jake’s hip, and suddenly Jake wasn’t showing him a fucking thing.

He just wanted more.

“Fuck…” His breath broke as his hips drove harder into Harrison’s fist. “Harry.”

“That’s it.”

Jake braced himself over him, chasing the slick pressure, each thrust quicker than the last.

“Look at me.”

Jake groaned. “You’re fucking obsessed with that.”

“Jake.”

He lifted his head and tossed it back, flicking the curls from his face. They swept across his shoulders before falling wild around them again.

Harrison stared at him. “God, you’re a sexy fuck, Jake Whitton.”

Fuck.

Jake’s hips stuttered. “Harry…”

“I know.”

“You fucking don’t.”

Harrison’s eyes never left his. “I do.”

That fucking did it.

Jake pushed himself upright between Harrison’s thighs, hand leaving the mattress as he rocked back onto his knees. Then he drove forward through Harrison’s slick grip. Pulled almost free. Thrust back through it. Again. Harder.