“Isn’t it my turn to do something for you?” Jaime stopped Tyler’s progress south.
“I seem to remember the pleasure being mutual.”
Jaime’s smile was so unabashed, a spike of arousal rippled through Tyler. It scared him how much it pleased him and not simply for the sexual confidence in Jaime’s eyes. Quickly turning his mind from those thoughts, Tyler focused how he could keep that grin on Jaime’s face. He pressed his lips to the bulge in Jaime’s pants and savored the moan that it inspired.
“Tell me what you like,” Tyler whispered as he looked up into Jaime’s eyes.
“You.”
Jaime knew just how to melt Tyler’s heart and harden other parts of his anatomy at the same time.
They headed to the bedroom, stripping each other’s clothes as they went. By the time Jaime pushed Tyler on the bed, Tyler couldn’t get enough of the feel of Jaime’s skin. Tyler explored the softness of Jaime’s body. Tyler licked and kissed every inch of him. For his part, Jaime wrangled Tyler into a position that offered him as much access to Tyler. Tyler’s appreciative member hardened and twitched under Jaime’s gentle but insistent caresses.
Jaime cringed when his tender nose bumped against Tyler.
“Are you okay?” Tyler stopped and reached for Jaime’s face.
“I’m fine, really.” Jaime scrunched his nose. He brought Tyler’s fingers to his lips and started sucking on them one by one.
“You are trying to distract me.”
Jaime gave Tyler a devilish grin as his hand cupped his balls. “Is it working?”
Tyler couldn’t resist Jaime’s touch and would have gladly had Jaime wrapped around his cock. Except Tyler didn’t want to risk hurting him, even by accident. When Jaime bent down to place his mouth on Tyler, he stopped Jaime.
“Maybe we could do something that won’t bump your nose.”
“Like what?”
Tyler blushed as he thought of another way they could both get off. Jaime must have followed Tyler’s train of thought because the redness on the bridge of his nose drained into his cheeks.
“I’ve never…” Tyler’s tongue tripped over his words as images of Jaime yielding under him threatened to derail any attempt at coherent speech. “I mean, not even with a woman. But if you got off on it, I’d try it.”
It. Tyler couldn’t even name the act he was thinking of. None of his girlfriends had ever been into anal sex. Even though every guy was supposed to crave it, Tyler had always been worried about doing something wrong and hurting his partner.
“I could show you how.” Jaime winked. “I’ve got a lot of experience on top.”
Abruptly, Tyler’s mental image changed. Now he was the one submitting. The muscle memory of Jaime’s body pressed against his during their sparring matches when Tyler had no choice but to submit resurfaced. He wondered if he could give in to the sexual tension he had fought when they sparred.
“It was just an idea.” Jaime spoke quickly. “We don’t have to. It’s not easy to be on the bottom. I know I can’t do it unless I trust the person I’m with completely. Really, my nose is fine.”
Jaime started to head back below Tyler’s navel, but he stopped Jaime again. Trust wasn’t the problem. Tyler trusted Jaime completely. He had since the first time Jaime had held him in a chokehold with that look of trepidation in the man’s eyes. Tyler knew Jaime wouldn’t do anything to hurt him and would stop as soon as Tyler gave the slightest indication he wasn’t enjoying it.
“Will it hurt?”
“A little, at first,” Jaime’s voice caught in his throat. “But I’ll be gentle.”
Tyler took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, I want to give being…a bottom a try.” Tyler hoped he was using the word correctly and didn’t sound as completely clueless as he felt.
“Wait right here.” Jaime bounced off the bed and headed out of the bedroom.
In a flash, he was back with a small clear bottle and a square foil wrapper. Tyler marveled at his preparedness.
“I used to be a boy scout,” Jaime said then averted his eyes. “Always be prepared, right?”
Tyler laughed at Jaime’s sudden modesty. Jaime’s mixture of sexual openness and vulnerability tugged at Tyler’s heart. Was there anything he would deny Jaime if the man asked? The trace of a blush on Jaime’s cheeks and the hunger in his eyes were a combination Tyler found irresistible. Even still, Tyler felt a flutter of nerves grip his stomach. The same old questions surfaced. What if he didn’t enjoy it? What if he did?
“Lie down,” Jaime said.
“Be gentle.” A nervous chuckle escaped Tyler’s lips as he lay face down on the bed.
“I promise to go slow,” Jaime whispered in Tyler’s ear. His skin tingled at the feel of Jaime’s hair against his neck. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at this. Just relax. If you want to stop, just say the word.”
Tyler practically jumped when he felt Jaime’s hand on his back. Jaime began by massaging Tyler’s shoulders. His insistent fingers kneaded Tyler’s back muscles. When that failed to relax him, Jaime dug harder.
“Don’t tell me I’m going to have to get you into a choke hold for you to relax.”
“Maybe.” Tyler’s muffled voice was lost in the comforter.
Jaime’s playful laughter did more than his massage did to untangle the tension in Tyler’s body.
“Before we break out the submission hold.” Jaime kissed Tyler’s ear lobe, “Try putting your hands on your head.”
As soon as Tyler interlaced his fingers on the back of his head, Jaime trapped his hands with one hand off his own. Jaime’s other hand slid down the length of his back and over Tyler’s ass until he reached Tyler’s clenched thighs.
“Now spread your legs.” Jaime’s voice was gentle yet stern. Without warning, he slapped Tyler’s ass hard enough Tyler yelped.
Maybe it was Jaime’s commanding tone or the implicit permission he was giving Tyler to enjoy a forbidden act, but Tyler finally let out a long held breath and felt his body unwind.
