Page 56 of In Too Deep

Jake let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “Easy for you to fucking say.”

“Breathe.”

Jake dragged air into lungs that had apparently forgotten how, and Harrison watched him do it. Waited until some of the tension left his thighs, until Jake stopped trying to fuck himself into the hand around him.

Then Harrison put his mouth back on him.

And this time he didn’t stop.

“Fuck.” Jake tightened his grip on Harrison’s hair. “Fuck, Harry, I’m—”

Harrison already knew.

And somehow that nearly finished Jake all by itself.

Because he didn’t hurry. Didn’t change a fucking thing. Just kept the same relentless rhythm he’d learned Jake needed, as though he knew his body well enough already to take him exactly where he wanted him.

Pleasure tore through him.

His knees buckled and he caught himself against the fridge with a broken cry as Harrison slid his free hand up his stomach and spread his fingers across his chest, catching briefly in the chain of his necklace.

Then he held him there.

Kept him there.

Mouth never stopping.

“Jesus…” Jake came hard, fingers closing around Harrison’s wrist and holding his hand against his chest as Harrison worked him through it. Every shudder. Every helpless jerk. Until Jake had nothing left to give and still Harrison stayed with him. “Fuck… fuck, Harry.”

Jake sagged against the fridge, breathing hard, his grip loosening but not letting go. And Harrison finally drew back, rising smoothly to his feet, and kissed him. Devastatingly tender. No showing off. No smug satisfaction. Just Harrison pulling him close and kissing him as though he were trying to put Jake back together after deliberately taking him apart.

Jake kissed him back hard, gripping the back of his head and holding on.

Then Harrison fumbled with the belt on his trousers, dragging the leather free, unzipping, and shoved them down to kick them impatiently aside. He met Jake’s gaze, then grabbed his hand, guiding it down between them, and pressed Jake’s palm firmly over the hard length trapped beneath black boxers. Jake sucked in a breath at the heat of him. The reality of it. And Harrison shuddered beneath his touch but didn’t look away. He kept those dark eyes fixed on Jake as if this mattered somehow. As if putting Jake’s hand there had cost him something.

So Jake didn’t push. Didn’t slide his hand inside Harrison’s boxers or turn one invitation into permission for something Harrison hadn’t actually offered. He simply palmed him through the fabric, slow and easy, feeling the solid heat beneath his hand and the way Harrison’s breathing roughened with every pass.

Fuck, it was nice. Just this was nice.

Then Harrison dropped his hands to his hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and Jake stilled as Harrison pushed them down. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed against his stomach, already slick at the tip.

Jake stared. He couldn’t fucking help it. After weeks of suits and restraint, after last night when Harrison had kept this final piece of himself covered even while Jake was naked above him, Jake finally got to see all of him.

And Christ, he was gorgeous.

Every bloody inch.

Jake curled his hand around him, and the quiet gasp Harrison gave nearly went straight through him. There. A reaction Jake had caused. Something he could finally give back. And he gripped the back of Harrison’s neck with his other hand and pulled him into a kiss, stroking him slowly as their mouths met.

“S’nice cock, Harry.”

Harrison’s breath hitched, something that might have been a laugh disappearing into a groan.

And fuck, Jake liked that.

He stroked him again, watching Harrison’s mouth part.

“There you are.”