by Andi Lee
As he took photos of them, a notification popped up on his phone—MC Glamour Time, real name Michael, a lifestyle YouTuber he’d known for years.
“Shit, I totally forgot about that.” Every year a bunch of them tried to get together in real life and catch up. With Jamie, his vlog, and work, it had completely slipped his mind.
“What’s that?” Jamie looked up from scrubbing the cage.
“Every year some of the vloggers try and meet up.”
“That sounds interesting….” Jamie sounded a bit guarded, and Liam didn’t blame him.
“It’s nothing wild. Loads of us started vlogging around the same time and got to know each other online. MC—Mike—vlogs about makeup and hair, Amber vlogs about planners and bullet journals…. Lots of different types of channels. We usually go for a weekend, drink too much coffee in the day, too many cocktails in the evenings, and then head home and vlog about it.” Liam really wasn’t sure if he should invite Jamie to go with him or ask permission to go. “What do you think? Should I go?”
“Bowie, if you want to go, you should. You don’t need to worry about me. I trust you.” Jamie sauntered over and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. It made Liam shudder and did exactly as Jamie intended it. He took the rat basket out of his lap and put them back into the cage with their momma. “I’m not going to demand that you don’t go or say you have to take me with you.” Rats back in the cage, Jamie sat down on Liam’s lap and draped his arms around Liam’s neck.
Liam hugged him, loving the weight of him. “I’m new at this boyfriend lark. I don’t know what’s right or wrong, as we’ve already found out.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and then pulled his earlobe. “Silly man. Anyway, someone needs to stay home and watch the kids.” He nodded toward the rats. “You can bring your rats here while you’re away.”
“Thank you.” Liam twisted around on the chair, making Jamie hold on to him tighter. Liam pushed the heel of his foot against the floor, twisted them around even faster, and Jamie let out a curse but didn’t move from his lap. They kissed, clashing tongues as the chair carried on spinning. Liam was dizzy, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the chair or Jamie’s kisses.
Jamie pulled back, lips glistening. “I reek of rat. Want to shower?” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Liam made sure he had a good hold of him, stood up, and half carried, half dragged him to the bathroom.
Jamie had one of those old ornate-looking bathtubs with the clawed feet. It was much too deep to climb inside without dropping Jamie and cracking his skull open on the ceramic, so Liam put Jamie on his feet and let him turn on the shower while he got undressed.
When they were both naked, they stepped under the steaming-hot spray, and the shower curtain closed them off to the rest of the world until it was just the two of them. No exes, no friends, no awkward parents—just them. Jamie reached for the shower gel, but Liam took it from him, squirted it into his hands, lathered it up, and slowly soaped each of Jamie’s work-roughened fingers.
He washed him all over, slipping his hands over his quivering belly, the sharp lines of his hips, and the hot tension of his erection. Jamie groaned and closed his eyes as water ran down his face and plastered his hair to his skull. He looked so exposed standing there under the spray without the mop of curly hair to hide behind.
Liam’s heart thumped, desire charged each touch, and his fingers tingled. He dropped to his knees and pressed his cheek against Jamie’s erection. Then he slowly sucked it into his mouth, making Jamie’s knees almost buckle.
Jamie’s cock was long and slick and slid to the back of Liam’s throat as though it were made to be there. He tasted of shower gel with just a hint of salt before the water washed it away. Liam tensed his tongue, and as he drew back, licked a line on the underside.
Jamie grabbed his hair, not to control but to give himself something to hold on to. Liam sucked the head gently, swirling his tongue around his slit, licking away the beads of precome before the shower spray could.
Hollowing his cheeks, Liam sucked him back down until he bumped the back of his throat, making it constrict. His eyes started to water, but the sounds ripped from Jamie’s mouth made him swallow again. He stayed there until his vision blurred, and he pulled off with a gasp, coughing and choking on the water he’d accidentally swallowed.
Jamie gave a shuddering laugh that turned into a groan as Liam closed his fist around him and encouraged him to thrust into it.
There was nothing sexier than seeing Jamie’s cock appear and disappear into his palm, to feel the movement of his slick skin against his hand. It was his turn to groan then, and he had to grasp the base of his dick to stop from coming too quickly.
When Jamie’s flushed-red tip reappeared in his fist, Liam leaned over and sucked on it slowly, moving his fist down to Jamie’s balls. And then Jamie was thrusting into his mouth, catching the back of his throat before pulling back and doing it again.
The sweet, salty taste unique to Jamie coated his tongue and showed him he was close. When Jamie started to pull out again, Liam let his teeth graze gently against his tender length. Jamie gave a strangled scream and pushed back into his mouth so fast that Liam choked as he swallowed around him.
“Sorry,” Jamie gasped, but Liam just held on to his bare arse and motioned for him to continue. The roar of the water combined with Jamie’s gasps pushed him over the edge, and without even touching his own cock, he spurted between them, crying out around Jamie’s erection.
That set Jamie off, and Liam felt his cock pulse in his mouth, and then the strong taste of salt his precome had only teased at. If he could come again, he would have in that moment.
He pulled off Jamie with a gasp, sucking air into his mouth but swallowing water. He coughed, and Jamie helped him to his feet. Both breathless, they kissed, and Jamie curled his tongue into Liam’s mouth and tasted himself there.
“Bed?” Liam asked around the kiss.
They cleaned off and stepped out of the shower. Then they dried quickly and fell into bed, hair damp.
Jamie lowered himself over Liam, groin to groin, cocks trapped between their bodies, hot and leaking against each other. “Jamie….” Liam whimpered his name, not knowing what he wanted to say, not knowing what he wanted, but wanting to relay how much he felt.
He hooked his legs around Jamie’s hips, not giving him a chance to change his mind, and he welcomed the sharp pain when Jamie’s mouth clashed against his, lips pressed against teeth, and Jamie’s insistent tongue demanded entrance.
Liam opened his mouth wide, but it still wasn’t enough. Jamie’s kiss deepened as though he were trying to crawl inside Liam and never leave. Liam wouldn’t have minded if he did.
Water trickled down Liam’s forehead into his eye, making him blink until he finally closed his eyes and just felt. His bottom lip had split in the onslaught, and Jamie sucked it into his mouth and soothed it with his tongue.
Their groins were still melded together, and Liam’s legs started to tremble with the effort to keep them hooked, not wanting to give Jamie a chance to leave. Jamie gave his lip one last suck and then trailed small biting kisses along his jaw and down his neck, sucking as much of the skin into his mouth as he could.
The moist suction of Jamie’s mouth and the feel of him working his tongue over Liam’s skin as he sucked drove Liam crazy. He had to hold his breath and tense his whole body to stop himself coming from nothing more than a love bite. He usually hated the things, hated how cheap they looked, but Jamie claiming him in that way made his heart swell and his dick leak precome.
Jamie mumbled against Liam’s neck, licked strips, and swirled his tongue around the mark he’d just made. Jamie might be smaller than him, but he was wiry and strong. He cupped one of Liam’s arse cheeks and changed the angle of their hips so their cocks rubbed against each other. He was happy to let Jamie take charge—wanted it. Sex with other people never felt like this—raw, urgent, and dirty. It was too much,
yet not enough.
Jamie crawled backwards down Liam’s body, dislodging his legs from his waist. Liam pushed himself up and bit Jamie’s collarbone, up and along his jawline, then licked a kiss into his mouth. If he could move his limbs properly, he’d reach for Jamie’s dick, but he had no coordination, and all he could do was clutch at Jamie’s shoulders, rake his blunt nails down his back, and hope Jamie was feeling as much as Liam was.
This was Jamie’s show. Liam knew there was nothing he could do to change that, and he didn’t want to. It felt like a claiming, and with each stinging bite, with each word and kiss and touch, his body turned to liquid gold. While his heart rate accelerated, his body was flush from exertion, and his mind had never been so relaxed.
Jamie pushed him back down into the mattress and made his way down Liam’s body, leaving no part untouched. Wet kisses glistened all over his skin, and when Jamie finally reached Liam’s erection, he cried out and cursed when Jamie didn’t touch it, didn’t even look at it.
He repositioned Liam’s legs and pushed them up to his chest. “Hold them.”
Liam grabbed his legs behind the knees, and Jamie shoved his hands under Liam’s arse cheeks, pushed them up to his face, and pulled them apart with his thumbs. Liam’s face and chest flushed, and his breath hitched as he waited for Jamie to do something—anything. He’d never been so exposed with a lover. He was repelled and drawn the same time. Was Jamie going to?
Jamie nipped one cheek, which made Liam jump, but when he bit the other, he just groaned and pushed back. His hole twitched for something new. Liam was almost desperate with need.
He lifted his head and tried to catch Jamie’s eye, but his gaze was firmly on Liam’s small ring of muscle. Jamie stretched him wide with his thumbs, and Liam clenched and unclenched, biting back a smile as Jamie groaned and pushed his hips into the bed to find friction.
Liam waited for it, had an idea of what it would feel like. But nothing prepared him for Jamie’s hot, wet tongue as he finally licked along the soft crack and brushed it gently over his quivering muscle.
He licked again, and just when Liam tried to lean up so he could grab the back of Jamie’s head and push his face where he needed him, Jamie pressed his lips around him and sucked. Liam flopped back onto the bed and bit back a scream. His skin tingled, and his heart beat so fast he was sure he was going to pass out with it.
Jamie pressed his tongue into him with small, teasing jabs that made his eyes shut and fireworks go off behind his lids. His cock was red and painful. He needed release, yet he never wanted it to end.
Jamie looked around his dick, and Liam blinked at him, trying to keep his eyes open, but finding it difficult. Jamie’s eyes were dark and intense, his lips swollen. Liam groaned when he realised why they were swollen.
“Don’t come,” Jamie said.
How was he supposed to stop it? One movement, one breath, and he would have no control. Liam bit his tongue, the sharp pain something to concentrate on as he tried to do as Jamie asked.
Jamie lowered his head again, and this time he twirled his tongue around his hole. The warmth of his mouth set Liam’s nerve endings on fire, and he clenched under the onslaught, feeling empty, needing more.
Each lick or suck sent another round of electricity through Liam’s body. His toes and fingers tingled, and he pushed his heels into the mattress to stop himself from coming. There was a point where pleasure could turn to pain, and Liam thought he’d reached it. He wanted to scream at Jamie to stop and then cry if he did and demand he carry on.
Jamie’s mouth left him. He sobbed at the empty, cold feeling, and Jamie soothed him with a hand on his leg as he opened a condom. Liam opened his eyes, relieved to see Jamie hadn’t left him but wishing they could do it without a barrier. Cooling lube dripped over his crack and trickled down to his hole. Gently Jamie slid his thumb into the gel, spread it around, and then pushed in, just to the first knuckle. Liam was already loose from Jamie’s tongue—he was too far gone.
“You look so good from here.” Jamie’s voice was strained, and Liam leaned up on an elbow to try to see his face, but he was staring so intently at his arse that Liam could only imagine his expression.
It should feel weird, wrong, even, to have someone look at him so intimately and be so turned on, but all it did was make him want more. “Jamie.” He couldn’t take it—a thumb wasn’t enough. A tongue wasn’t enough.
Jamie pulled out his thumb, and Liam sobbed, wanting it back. Then Jamie replaced it with a finger and plunged it deeper than the thumb could go, and Liam let out a shuddering breath, fell back down onto the bed, and let his eyelids flutter closed.
“We need to get tested so we can do this bare,” Jamie said as he pulled out his fingers and shifted between Liam’s legs.
“I thought the same thing.” He grabbed Jamie’s arm and squeezed as Jamie sank into him. “Yes,” he hissed as Jamie’s long cock stretched him open and filled him up.
Jamie pulled out gently, almost all the way, and then slammed forward, and Liam saw stars. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he tried to move his hips in time with Jamie’s.
Jamie fell over him, keeping most of his weight on his forearms, and Liam moved his head up for a kiss. They kissed messily, open-mouthed, wet—kisses that would put him off with anyone else but were perfection with Jamie.
Each time Jamie’s balls slapped against his arse, he let out a whimper that Jamie swallowed up. He’d almost forgotten he had a dick until Jamie gripped it and jacked him so fast he didn’t know how to move.
Sensation after sensation hit him from every direction, and he lost the ability to differentiate between them. Heat curled in his gut, and he came with a strangled cry, coating Jamie’s fist. Jamie sped up, thrust a few more times, pushed as far into him as he could go, and then fell on top of him. Jamie’s dick pulsed inside his arse, and Liam moaned for more.
Jamie was heavy on top of him. Liam’s legs were splayed open, and Jamie was slowly softening inside him. It took a few tries for Jamie to reach between them and hold on to the condom as he pulled out.
He didn’t even bother taking it off. They were both too drained for anything else. They’d regret it in the morning, but right then, he wanted Jamie splayed on top of him with his come cooling between his legs.
“We need another shower.”
“Tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
HE MUST have it bad if he was pining because Liam was going away for a measly three days. He was pathetic. Sitting at his mom and dad’s kitchen table didn’t help either. It made him feel ten years old again. He dunked a digestive biscuit into his tea and took a bite, more to keep distracted than because he wanted one.
“Why didn’t you bring Liam with you? Also, what size shoe does he take? I don’t want to knit him the wrong size socks.”
Jamie’s head started to pound. “He’s away for the weekend. I promise I’ll bring him round soon. And I don’t know what shoe size he is.” Going by his dick, large, but he wasn’t going to say that to her.
“I saw Paul at the supermarket last week.”
Oh God. “What did you do?”
“I asked him what the hell he and Tommy were playing at, of course. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the boy, but I’m not going to bite my tongue.”
He cringed, imagining some horrible scene that wouldn’t be out of place on Hollyoaks. She could be so embarrassing. “You should have ignored him. He’s not worth your time.”
She glared at him and pointed. “You’re my son. He hurt you. I’m not ignoring that.”
“So what did he say?” As much as he didn’t want his mother fighting his battles, he was interested in what Paul said.
“You know Paul. Always so smooth. Thinks he can charm the birds from the trees. I didn’t fall for it, though. I just told him you were better off without them both. He didn’t seem too happy about that. He said Liam was your rebound and would never last.”
Jamie snorted. Liam may have sta
rted off as a rebound, but he wasn’t one anymore. It was hard to believe he’d ever thought he was in love with Paul. What he felt for Liam was so much deeper, even if he wasn’t ready to say the actual words yet.
He dunked another biscuit into his tea and swore when it broke and plopped into his cup.
“So how serious are you and Liam?” she asked.
“We’re serious. I mean… we haven’t really talked much about it, but I know.” They’d gone to get tested so they could stop using condoms, and they spent most nights together, even with their crazy working hours. He felt more at home with Liam than he ever had with Paul. Liam’s presence even made losing Tommy’s friendship a little easier to bear. If that wasn’t serious, he didn’t know what was.
“Marriage serious?” she pressed.
“Mom! We haven’t even been together six months yet. Give us a chance. Jesus.”
“Okay, okay. No need to get defensive. I only asked. It’s not like your sister is ever going to get married. You’re my best bet at a big wedding, possibly even grandchildren.”
His poor sister. “It’s got to be bad if you’ve got to rely on your gay son for weddings and babies. What did Ellen say to you?”
“You know what she’s like. All work, work, work. Back to Liam. Do you love him?”
He flinched at her words and stared down at his tea. “I…. It’s new. We’re both seeing where it goes.” He wanted to say, “Yes, I love him,” but they’d never said the words to each other, and he wanted the first time he said them to be to Liam, not to his mom.
Under the table he sent a sneaky SOS text to Dane, who rang him almost straightaway and came up with a bullshit story to give Jamie an excuse to leave. Without the cover, she’d keep him there all evening, plying him with biscuits and tea until he couldn’t move.
“I’m on my way. No, my mom won’t mind. Be there in five.” He put the phone down and took his cup to the sink. “I have to go. Dane’s had a vet emergency. I’ll call you soon, all right? Liam and I will come for dinner.” He kissed her on the cheek and fled out the front door, away from her prying.