by E. Davies
“Then you’ll love the way I suck you,” Jake answered with a smirk and an appreciative glance down at Tristan’s cock. He peeled off his t-shirt.
“I can’t wait.” Tristan’s eyes lingered for a moment on the scars. Then, Tristan glanced down, letting his gaze rove over Jake’s body from head to toe.
Jake’s shoulders rose in a slightly defensive way as he dropped his jeans. Interesting, and oddly enough, it made Tristan want to compliment him even more.
“Oh, hello.” Jake’s bulge drew Tristan’s gaze.
Jake laughed. “We don’t get the choice of growing or showing when we pack. It’s all showing.”
He beckoned Tristan closer, and Tristan stepped forward, letting his hands run up Jake’s chest from his waistband first. He traced the scar around one nipple and cast a concerned look up at him.
“Oh, I only have partial feeling there. I lost a lot of feeling, but… worth it.” Jake shrugged it off like no big deal. Even though Tristan was kind of in awe of his fortitude, he’d respect Jake’s clear wish not to linger on it.
Tristan leaned down, catching the other nipple in his mouth. Whether or not Jake felt it, Tristan wanted him to see how hot it was, visually… and wanted to test how Jake responded.
Jake chuckled, and then he laced his fingers in Tristan’s hair. He pulled him closer, pressing his chest into Tristan’s mouth.
That dominant streak was hot as hell.
Jake guided his mouth to the other nipple, and then let go of his head, so Tristan eagerly kissed up his chest to his neck.
“You have gorgeous lips,” Jake told him.
Tristan beamed. Jake was hitting buttons Tristan hadn’t even known he had. The way he took over and effortlessly maneuvered Tristan around, like he already knew what he wanted…
“What do you want me to do?” Tristan murmured, taking a chance.
It worked. Jake straightened up as he ran his hand slowly down Tristan’s arm, then to the small of his back. “Turn the shower on and give me a show.”
Tristan almost slipped in his eagerness to do so. He grabbed the shower stall for balance, then leaned in and turned on the hot water.
Oh, fuck. Jake was stripping now, and it was the hottest thing Tristan had seen. He peeled his underwear off slowly, revealing a jock strap underneath and what looked like a silicone cock. It was realistic enough for the big screen, with blue-tinted veins and a gorgeous head.
Tristan licked his lips as he stepped into the shower, rubbing the water across his own chest and down to his own hard cock. He stroked it a few times, making eye contact with Jake as he straightened up.
“You like that?” Jake grinned. “Because, baby, I can be as big as you want, and stay hard as long as you want.”
Tristan hadn’t even thought about that before. He grinned back at Jake, his body tingling with anticipation as the words sank in. “Are you more of a top?”
For some reason, he hadn’t expected that. Which was dumb when he thought about it—he didn’t expect any cis guys he slept with to automatically be tops or bottoms, whether they were super-femme or muscled powerhouses. A lot of guys did judge by looks, but Tristan tried not to.
Jake half-smiled as he watched Tristan. “Yeah, sometimes. But I like bottoming, too. Anal or frontal sex. I’m just a slut for someone’s dick going somewhere good. I guess that makes me vers.”
“Frontal…” Tristan started to ask before he figured it out. His cheeks flushed. Again with the stupid preconceptions—he’d just kind of assumed Jake wouldn’t use that hole. But why the hell not? Many of the gay men he knew would use whatever was available, as long as it felt good. “Ah.”
Jake snorted with amusement and wiggled out of his jock strap.
The cock that had been nestled underneath the silicone was pink and clearly hard under the foreskin. Sure, it was small, but the way Jake looked, talked, even smelled—Tristan didn’t care about size.
There was so much more to Jake than a couple inches of skin.
Tristan ached with need for him. He beckoned to Jake, turning sideways to indicate that he was leaving room for him in the shower stall.
“You’re hard,” Tristan whispered when Jake reached him. He ran a hand down Jake’s hip, his thumb brushing the indent around his hipbone. “I can tell.”
Jake’s body twitched, his breath catching in his throat. “Surprised you can tell?”
“I didn’t know what to expect,” Tristan admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a trans guy naked. In real life or porn.”
“There’s porn out there with us,” Jake smiled. “We can watch it sometime if you want.”
Tristan nodded, letting his hands rest on Jake’s hips. “You’ll have to tell me what to do here.”
He’d slept with women twice and regretted it, but this was nothing like those experiences. The energy between him and Jake was like the other guys he’d slept with so far, but Tristan didn’t know how to please him the same way.
He could deep-throat like a pro, but how did he suck Jake’s cock without relying on deep-throating to impress him? What if Jake hated it? What if he couldn’t make Jake come?
“You’re fine,” Jake assured him with a grin, running his hand up Tristan’s chest. “Just do what comes naturally. I’m used to being an experiment.”
The words cut Tristan to the bone. For half a second, he felt guilty, and then angry. “You’re not—you’re not just an experiment.”
“No. I’m a prize-winning project,” Jake joked, running his hand down Tristan’s chest and wrapping it lightly around his shaft. “First in science fair, two years running.”
Taken aback yet again by this man, Tristan laughed. He’d expected a tender moment of… well, fragile self-esteem. Like Tristan himself had felt when he was someone’s experiment.
But Jake seemed to be more resilient than him, and certainly more graceful about keeping the mood up.
I’ve really gotta stop trying to guess what to expect, he thought. Every time I do, Jake shoots me down… and rightly so.
Tristan wanted him even more badly now. Jake seemed to radiate the confidence that Tristan did on-screen, but off-screen? In bed? Yeah, right. Tristan faked it, and he never quite made it.
Jake carefully stepped closer, until their cocks touched. As he ground against Tristan, the hot shower water streaming down their bodies helped them slide together. The small, hard nub pressing against Tristan’s shaft ignited electric-hot need deep in his belly.
“Yes,” Tristan gasped, his nails digging into Jake’s hips. “Does that feel good, too?”
“Yes. It’s the same as the head of your cock,” Jake told him simply, kissing his neck. “Just, most of mine is inside my body.”
Tristan blinked a few times, trying to go back to high school biology in his head. He couldn’t remember ever having heard that. “Really?”
Jake sighed. “Oh, the American education system. Speaking of boner-killing subjects.”
“Sorry,” Tristan laughed. He rolled his head back to let Jake kiss his throat instead, thrusting his hips forward. “Pass me the bodywash?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jake handed over the bottle.
Tristan poured the cool liquid into his hands. He spread it across Jake’s back, keeping their bodies pressed together for now as he ran his hands over Jake’s shoulders and shoulder blades. He traced them slowly down each side of his spine, taking the time to feel every indent of his ribs and line of his muscles.
By the time he got to Jake’s lower back, Jake was squirming against him, wrapping his arms around Tristan’s back.
God, he had a nice ass. Tristan marveled over it as he let slick hands run down over it, then across the furry backs of his thighs, as far down as he could reach, and up the front of his body.
Jake peeled himself away from Tristan, leaving Tristan dripping wet and achingly hard. He leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs. The sultry gaze he cast Tristan left him in no doubt as to what he was supposed to do now.
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Tristan ran his hands up the inside of Jake’s thighs, smiling at the way the hot water left ripples in the hair across his skin. As his fingertips dragged toward Jake’s cock, Jake held his breath, his knees visibly shaking. God, he was sensitive, and Tristan intended to take full advantage of that.
He parted his hands to trace Jake’s hips and run up toward his chest instead.
“Fuck,” Jake hissed, pouting at him.
Tristan grinned. “Patience, sexy.”
“Says the man who couldn’t wait to get me in the shower.”
“But now I have you here,” Tristan growled, leaning in to press slow kisses across Jake’s shoulder and neck. The sharp scent of mint from his body wash assaulted his nose, but it was sweeter for being spread across Jake’s skin. “And I want to tease you until you’re desperate for me.”
Jake moaned breathlessly and pushed forward, but Tristan kept his hips angled so that his aching shaft didn’t grind against him. Teasing Jake until he begged was going to be so much fun.
“Fine,” Jake mumbled, scooping the bottle of body wash up and filling a palm with the liquid. He spread it across Tristan’s chest and stomach in quick circles, his jaw set in a defiant expression.
God, Tristan responded well to that. His touches slowed as if he were subconsciously waiting for Jake’s orders.
Jake grinned, lifting his chin as he stared at Tristan. “Turn around.”
Tristan nearly slipped in his rush to do so, but Jake grabbed him by the elbow. Still, Tristan’s heart pounded from the adrenaline rush, and from the need that had been thrumming through his veins for hours.
“Careful,” Jake murmured and pushed him up against the wall. “You don’t want to end up in the ER before I fuck you.”
“Are you implying I might end up there after you do?” Tristan exclaimed, unable to help his laugh as he turned to look at Jake, spreading his hands against the wall. Jake was fun as well as funny, and it made him even sexier.
“Depends how much of a size queen you are.” Jake winked and pressed up behind him, his cock nestling between the cheeks of Tristan’s ass. He wasn’t big enough to slide inside, but Tristan could feel it against the sensitive nerve endings around his hole.
Suddenly, he had a damn good idea what it would be like to be pinned here and filled up with Jake’s cock—whatever size cock he wanted.
Tristan whimpered, his nails scrabbling for grip against the tiles of his shower wall. He bowed his head, pressing the top of his head against the wall as he stared down at himself. God, he was hard. When he slid his hand down the wall toward his cock, Jake grabbed his wrist and pulled it back up the wall again.
“Oh,” Tristan whispered, twisting to look at Jake again.
Jake met his gaze and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “I want to be rough with you.” He rested his chin on Tristan’s shoulder, and his stubble scraped across the sensitive skin. “You okay with that?”
“Please,” Tristan whispered. He couldn’t compose his thoughts any better than that, but his body throbbed in pleasure. The itch that Jake was scratching was so deeply buried that he hadn’t even thought about it that much.
But he sure as hell knew he wanted Jake inside him, over him, and all around him.
“Show me your bedroom.” Jake shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy towel from the shelf nearby. He wrapped it around Tristan’s shoulders and used it to tug him toward him for another kiss.
“Oooh. Yes, sir,” Tristan said and grinned. It was awkward for Tristan to walk with his boner in this kind of state, but he didn’t want to waste a moment. He toweled himself off fast, watching Jake do the same.
Jake wrapped his towel around his waist and tucked it in neatly, then stooped to grab his clothes in a bundle under one arm. He caught Tristan by the hand again.
Tristan laced their fingers together and pulled Jake toward the bedroom, shivering as damp skin met the cool air. It was pleasant, after sweating it out during the workout. “This way.”
“Classy,” Jake approved of the sliding bedroom doors. “You can leave the doors open and have a viewing party.”
Tristan burst out laughing. Jake’s sense of humor was sly but dirty. “You little voyeur. Or is that exhibitionist?”
“Either/or.” Jake smirked. “Can’t have one without the other. Well, you can, but it’s hardly ethical.”
Tristan grinned. “Only ethical porn for you, huh?”
“And preferably indie studios who haven’t had major scandals.” Jake winked. “My collection is carefully curated.”
Tristan respected that. Porn actors were already underpaid these days. Indie studios were half-run on passion instead of money now. Given his own career, the last thing Tristan wanted to do was support anyone treating their actors like shit. No doubt Jake had similar feelings about their industry.
“Neat,” was all Tristan said, but he smiled broadly.
“So,” Jake said, rolling his shoulders and dropping his clothes to the floor again. The thump reminded Tristan that clothes weren’t the only thing in that bundle. Was Jake going to put his cock on again? “Now I just have to decide what I’m gonna do to you.”
Tristan swallowed his whimper. “Anything,” he admitted. “Honestly, you could propose any kink you wanted right now and I’d fall over myself to do it.”
“I like your honesty.” Jake smiled at him, then gestured toward the bed. “Sit.”
Tristan obediently did so, pressing his hands to the bed on either side of himself. He had a feeling he was gonna need support in a minute.
Jake unwrapped his towel and dropped it, then straddled Tristan’s lap and ran his hands from his own shoulders down across his nipples and thighs. He pinched his cock between two fingers and rolled slowly, then jerked it slowly.
From this angle, Tristan got a great view of his body: strong and hairy thighs, narrow shoulders and hips, and the flushed cock that he was pulling on in slow, sensual jerks of his hand.
Tristan squirmed where he sat. He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to follow suit and jerk off until Jake said he could do so, but he was so hard it hurt. He wanted badly to be fucked—or to fuck—or to do something, anything. Hell, he’d grind against Jake right now if that was the going option.
“Suck me,” Jake whispered as he raised one foot to brace himself on the edge of the bed.
Tristan curled his fingers into the sheets and gazed up the length of Jake’s body. He slowly leaned in to close his lips around Jake’s cock. It took him a few moments to get used to the velvet-soft and familiar texture, but also the wrinkle of foreskin around it and the way it split underneath into more smooth skin, all the way down to his… front hole, he’d called it.
As he explored with the tip of his tongue, Jake’s breathing grew heavy. Tristan paid attention to what made him give small moans of encouragement and did more of it, sucking harder on Jake and pushing his tongue against the hole until Jake rocked his hips forward.
He resisted the urge to smile. There was something wonderfully enjoyable about seeing and feeling Jake’s reactions. He’d always loved giving head, and this was no exception.
For once, though, he didn’t feel like he was in charge… and that made it even better.
Jake’s fingertips rubbed along Tristan’s scalp, and he tangled his fingers in Tristan’s hair as he lazily thrust into his mouth. Tristan kept his lips pursed tightly around the shaft, gripping and pulling it whenever Jake’s hips pulled backward.
That produced the best reactions of all. Jake gasped his name, his nails digging into Tristan’s shoulder. Tristan did it again, bobbing his head now as he got into the rhythm.
Jake groaned, finally pulling away. He shoved Tristan’s shoulders, and Tristan gasped as he hit the bed. He scooted up, not sure what was next but excited for anything that Jake might try. Jake followed, straddling his hips again.
“You’re up for anything?” Jake grinned, a wickedly tempting look in his eye.
Tristan gulped
. “Anything pretty vanilla. I’m not, uh…” Experienced wasn’t the word he wanted to use, but it was true. He was used to simple in-and-out hookups. But God knew he’d had plenty of those. “Yeah,” he mumbled instead of finishing the sentence.
“I’m gonna ride you,” Jake told him, closing his fingers around Tristan’s rock-hard shaft and gently stroking a few times.
The explosion of energy through sensitive nerve endings made Tristan gasp. He’d been aching for attention for long enough that it took him a few seconds to adjust.
“Yes, please,” Tristan managed.
“Got condoms?”
Tristan nodded and gestured toward the bedside table. As Jake crawled over to rummage for them, Tristan got a great view of his ass. “Nice,” he mumbled under his breath. It was a little different, not having balls just hanging out there, but not bad.
Jake glanced back over his shoulder and grinned, then wiggled his ass. He took the lube out, too, and ran two slick fingers between his legs, staying where he was. It gave Tristan a great view of those delicate fingers pushing into himself.
God, his cock needed Jake right now.
Tristan scooped up the condom and took care of that himself to shave a few seconds off the waiting time until he felt himself plunging into Jake.
Jake didn’t let him shift on top. When Tristan tried, Jake grinned and shoved him back to the bed, then straddled him again. “No. I’m fucking you.”
But he was about to ride him, wasn’t he? Oh, well. Higher brain function was firmly off now. Tristan gave him a loopy grin and nodded.
Whatever the hell he meant, Jake was welcome to do it. Taking him home was the best decision ever. How much hotter could he get?
5
Jake
“I’m fucking you.”
Tristan stared at Jake for a few moments, his brows furrowed in an adorably confused expression.
The fact that, even as an actor, he wasn’t trying to disguise his confusion, made Jake smile. Tristan mirrored his grin, clearly clueless but happy to do whatever the hell Jake wanted.
It wasn’t his fault, really. Jake was used to this—guys who thought that the top did the fucking and inserted their cock, and the bottom was fucked and took it.