“Sorry, Tyler.”
Jaime gave Tyler the most abashed look as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Tyler couldn’t be mad at him.
“Randy and Sarah get along just fine in class even though they are intimate.” Tyler tried to remain matter of fact even though his body was screaming for him to get upstairs and strip Jaime naked. “Whatever we do outside of class is nobody else’s business. In class, it’s business as usual. I won’t allow you to sacrifice your training because I’m horny.”
“That works for me,” Jaime said with a brilliant smile. “Can we go up now?”
Jaime pulled at his pants as he shrugged. The ripple in the loose fabric highlighted the stiffness in his member.
When they reached Tyler’s apartment, he fumbled with his keys. Tyler still couldn’t believe they were actually going to be intimate again, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance. Jaime stood so close to Tyler, he could smell the man’s sweetly spiced cologne, but not so close that they touched. Tyler must have gone through his entire key ring twice before he found the right one. Jaime chuckled. It was so sweet and so sexy. He couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again. All he wanted to do was get in Jaime’s pants and make the man moan.
As soon as Tyler managed to get the door unlocked and opened, Jaime pushed him inside and up against the hallway wall. Jaime closed the door behind them with a carefully placed side kick then pushed his hips against Tyler’s. Even through the layers of fabric they both wore, Tyler felt the contours of Jaime’s hard-on. The contact was so intimate.
* * * *
Jaime had snuggled up to dozens of erections and yet this felt like the first time he’d let a guy grope him behind the high school bleachers. Jaime checked to make sure Tyler was feeling groovy before he ground his hips against Tyler’s. He had to put his hands on the wall on either side of Tyler’s head to keep from pulling him into a kiss. Jaime bit his lower lip to keep himself in check. The last thing he wanted to do was freak the guy out by making things weird. He had to keep this purely physical.
“So how do you propose we settle the score?” Jaime asked. His hips traced circles around Tyler’s erection.
“I don’t know,” Tyler sounded suddenly uncertain. “I’ve never gone down on a guy. I know I wouldn’t be as good as you are.”
It was so sweet that Tyler was worried about pleasing him.
“Just do what you would like to have done to you.” Jaime bit his lower lip again. God, he wanted to kiss Tyler. His eyes were fixed on the point where his erection touched Tyler’s. The layers of material didn’t dampen the sensation, but he wanted them gone. Jaime wanted to feel the soft skin of Tyler’s shaft and the warmth of its tip.
Tyler nodded and slipped his hand between their bodies. The moment his palm contacted the bulge in Jaime’s pants, Jaime let out a keening sigh.
“You are pure sex.” Tyler sounded completely fascinated by Jaime’s attempts to keep his excitement in check. Tyler continued to trace Jaime’s erection with one hand while his other hand rested on the back of Jaime’s neck, pulling their foreheads together. “Take off your pants.”
Jaime complied with haste, practically dislodging the buttons of the fly as he tugged them apart. When his pants hit the floor, his cock sprung free with no underwear to hold it. Weekends are made for going commando. The arch in his erection brought his dick to point upward. His flesh was hot and soft beneath Tyler’s touch, yet there was nothing compliant about his hard-on. It was bold and demanding.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Tyler whispered.
“Sounds good to me,” Jaime brought his lips achingly close to Tyler but left the final decision to close the distance to Tyler. All he wanted was one taste of those lips.
Tyler moved away just enough to avoid a lip lock and continued to stroke Jaime’s member until Jaime’s head fell backward and a moan escaped his lips. He followed Tyler into the bedroom.
Jaime climbed into Tyler’s bed and scanned the room. He’d never cared before what the bedrooms looked like; he’d rarely ended up there anyway. He noticed the framed photographs of Tyler and his parents on the dresser. A photograph of a young Tyler in his gi receiving a certificate from a gray-haired man in a red and white belt was just as prominently displayed. Everywhere Jaime glanced, he saw parts of Tyler; some he knew, others he wanted to know about. Was that a trombone in the closet? Did Tyler write in the journal beside his bed every night? In the privacy of Tyler’s apartment, Jaime felt oddly at home because of the man watching him from the doorway.
Jaime scooted to the head of the bed where he stacked the pillows so he could have the best position to lie in. If Tyler was going to go down on him, Jaime wanted to see every minute of it. With spread legs, his grin only widened at Tyler, who continued to stare at him like a man with a powerful hunger.
Tyler finally stepped away from the door and crawled onto the bed. He traced the insides of Jaime’s legs with his hands until they rested on Jaime’s inner thighs. The slightest pressure from him had Jaime spreading his legs farther. Jaime felt fearless in offering himself to Tyler’s exploration. He knew he’d enjoy it every bit as much as Tyler.
With one finger, Tyler traced a line from the bulbous tip of his member, down his long and arched shaft and around the high and tight sac at its base. The tension in Jaime’s body threatened to overwhelm his control. He interlaced his hands behind his head to keep from reaching out and scaring Tyler.
Tyler took an audible breath before he lowered his
