“I-I’m not sure. I don’t even know why I said that.”
As his friend continued working to remove the shard, Jude was assailed by confusion and doubt. The words had spilled forth from his subconscious, and the implication combined with his visions scared the hell out of him.
“There, it’s out. I’m going to clean these with alcohol, bandage that foot and your arm-then you’ll be ready to run laps.”
So, the younger man wasn’t going to make an issue of either the wound or his comment, thank Christ. Just as well, since Jude didn’t know what to say.
Liam was quick and efficient, taking care of him, fingers gentle, the heat of his body so near. After he’d finished and washed his hands, he came to stand between Jude’s spread knees, placing his palms on Jude’s chest.
Jude slid off the counter and cupped Liam’s ass, bringing their erections together, rubbing. The delicious friction had them both moaning, straining to get as close as possible. Liam claimed his mouth again, treating him to a long, passionate kiss, then broke away and dropped to his knees.
“I want to taste your cock,” he said hoarsely.
“Like I’m going to stop you?”
His shorts were undone and pulled down his legs, and he stepped out of them, widening his stance, making certain the younger man had complete access.
“You beautiful son of a bitch,” Liam whispered.
And swallowed Jude’s cock down his throat. His hot mouth bathed Jude’s length, electrifying him, sending sparks of delight to every limb. Jude fisted his hands in Liam’s hair, fucking the sweet cavern slowly, imagining how great it would be to watch those sensual lips gliding along his dick. Feasting on his shaft, making his blood boil in his veins.
The younger man manipulated Jude’s balls as he sucked, driving him too close to the edge, and he yanked on Liam’s hair. “Lube,” he rasped. “I want in you now.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Liam rummaged a bit more. “Got it.”
“Make me ready.”
Liam’s excited breaths, the snap of the tube, were the only sounds as he squirted gel onto Jude’s cock. A fist encircled his shaft, slicking it. God, he was so ready he wanted to throw Liam against the wall and rut like an animal.
“Enough. Now prepare yourself for me,” Jude commanded, low and rough.
Liam let go of him and, from the noisy sucking sounds, did as he was told. Spread his own ass, stretched the tight channel, making ready for his lover.
“Done.”
Jude reached out, found the other man’s hip. “Brace your hands on the counter, legs spread wide.” Liam complied, taking hold of Jude’s wrist to guide him into place. “Good. Now just relax and give yourself to me.”
“I always have,” he said softly.
Yes, he had. Without fail, his loyal friend had been there for him, had helped him weather every storm.
Jude parted Liam’s firm ass and brought the head of his cock to the tight opening. Grasping Liam’s hips, he pushed into his lover’s body. All the way in, burying himself deep.
“Ahh, fuck, yes!” He leaned over, kissed the younger man’s shoulder. Ground his balls into that delectable ass. “God, you feel so good. You hug my cock so fine.”
“Move, please,” Liam begged, arching into him. “Take my ass.”
“Yes.”
“It’s yours.”
“Mine.”
“God, yes! Fuck me!”
Moments like this, Jude was goddamned glad that he didn’t have to worry about taking Liam bareback. For convenience, since Liam lived on the estate and sex between them was spontaneous, they got tested regularly and used protection with their other playmates, without exception.
He began to shaft his lover’s ass, savored each long thrust, not able to get enough of the scorching vise driving him insane. He pumped into that velvet glove, sure and hard, losing his mind a little. Hammered home, thrusting furiously.
Reaching around, he fisted Liam’s cock, stroking in tempo to their movements. He wanted the other man to get off, wanted to feel him lose control.
“Come with me,” Jude ordered. “Let me feel you.”
“Oh! I-please, please!” He began to shake. “Harder!”
Jude slammed deep several more times, and then his balls drew up tight, the hum gathering in the base of his spine.
“Gonna come inside you… so deep.”
“Ah, God!”
Jude exploded, jetting his release inside the hot channel as Liam cried out, ass fluttering, milking his cock. They shuddered together for endless moments, floating down gradually, the sound of their harsh breathing echoing in the bathroom. Neither of them cared to part.
Jude kissed his lover between the shoulder blades, liking the earthy, male essence of salt on his lips. The other man tilted his head back, nuzzled Jude’s neck.
“I needed that, thanks,” Liam said.
“Me, too.”
“I’m glad I can be here for you when you need… you know.” His tone sounded wistful. A bit sad.
Jude nipped his shoulder. “No, I don’t know.”
“Well, s-sometimes a guy just needs a warm body.”
“Is that all you believe you are to me? A good fuck?” he asked, frowning.
Liam didn’t answer. Reluctantly, Jude pulled out and turned his friend to face him, hoping he could see the sincerity there. “Listen to me. It’s easy to use a carnal word such as
His friend sniffed, sounded choked up. “If so, you’re the only one.”
“That’s crazy.” Jude brushed that plump mouth with a soft kiss, then pulled the other man close. “Suppose you tell me what this is all about?”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Come on, my friend. This is me, remember? I know when you aren’t yourself.”
Liam tried unsuccessfully to push away. “I’m all right.”
“No, you aren’t.”
He tensed, then relaxed with a heavy sigh. “I don’t guess you’d have any advice for a guy who’s in the throes of unrequited love?”
“Someone has hurt you?” He’d snap the neck of the unfortunate asshole who screwed with Liam’s head.
“Relax, man. They don’t know how I feel,” he replied softly.
“They? As in an established couple?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn.” He laid his hands on Liam’s shoulders. “Must you do everything the hard way, kid?”
“Like you can talk.”
“This isn’t about me. I-”
“Oh, it sort of is,” he said, bitterness coloring his voice. Just as quickly, his tone changed to apologetic. “I’m sorry. Forget I said that. The crappy state of my love life isn’t your fault.”
“I’m confused. How am I involved? Tell me what’s going on!”
“Forget it. Things will either work out or they won’t, okay?” His tone begged Jude to drop the subject.
“Just tell me one thing-am I involved because you’re in love with me?” he asked gently. “Because, Liam, I-”
“No,” he interrupted, placing his fingers over Jude’s lips.
“There are all types of love, and what we have is special, but it’s not romantic love. Not what I feel for…”
“I understand that part at least. When you’re ready to talk about the rest, I’m here to listen.” It was all he
