“Owen, shit!”
“You have this mistaken impression that you scared me off with your Tarzan routine and we’re done with my birthday party. But if you want me to slink away and act like this never happened tomorrow—if we’re taking this to our graves—I may as well satisfy all my curiosity tonight.”
He spread Jeremy’s thighs and knelt between them, licking his lips and looking up at him with lust in his eyes. “I’ve never done this before either, and that’s something I haven’t said in years. You’re going to have to tell me what you like.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Owen,” Jeremy moaned when he watched the blond head dip over his erection. How could he say no to that? To everything he ever wanted right in front of him? Not even a saint would have the strength, and God knew he was no saint.
He felt lips wrap hesitantly around the head of his shaft and he ran his fingers gently over Owen’s head. “Stubborn jackass. Just take what you can. Ah, God. I’ll like whatever you do.”
Owen’s tongue traced a vein on his shaft and Jeremy shuddered. It was like waking up in a damn dream, watching that mouth explore his cock. Owen was slow but thorough, taking his time to learn every inch of him with his lips and tongue before he started sucking lightly.
Too lightly.
“Fuck,” Jeremy swore, forgetting his earlier praise as lust began to consume him. “I need more than that, Owen. I’m hard not fragile. It’s not going to break if you suck it like you want it.”
Owen groaned and sucked harder, trying to take more. Jeremy felt the tug all the way up his damn spine and watched those lips stretch around him with sensual satisfaction. He cupped the back of Owen’s head, holding him there. “Yes. Yeah, that’s it. You’re a natural.”
Oh God, he was going to Hell. He should stop him. He shouldn’t be lifting his hips in a plea for more, shouldn’t be loving the sight of Owen struggling to swallow him whole, tears leaking from his eyes as it hit the back of his throat. And still, Owen couldn’t take it all.
“Damn, that’s nice.” Better than nice. It might kill him.
He tensed when Owen pulled away from his touch, lifting his mouth to stare at him for one silent, tense moment. His eyes sparkled when he slipped his middle finger in his mouth and then lowered it between Jeremy’s legs.
Oh hell. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I bet you can guess.”
“Damn it, Owen, I told you I don’t catch.”
“Let me. Just once and I’ll make you come. Let me show you what I can do.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. And don’t worry,” Owen assured him gruffly. “I’m a natural.”
He couldn’t restrain his shout of surprise when Owen wrapped his lips around his cock again as his wet finger slipped between the cheeks of his ass and pushed inside.
“Owen. That feels… Oh, fuck.”
Yes! Stick it in deeper. Fuck me, Owen. So good.
Jeremy was helpless, his hips rising and falling, caught between the thrusts of Owen’s finger and his hot, talented mouth. Owen’s mouth on him. Owen’s finger inside his ass. The taste of him still on his tongue. He couldn’t think of anything else. Couldn’t hold back. “I’m close.”
Owen grunted against his shaft and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed. The sensation rang him like a fucking bell. Jeremy wasn’t going to last. He tugged on the soft blond hair in his hands, knowing what would happen next. “I have to come, damn it. If you don’t want—Christ!”
Owen’s finger thrust deep and pressed against a spot that made Jeremy’s body arch off the couch as he came. He was on fire, every nerve raw and shooting off sparks.
Coming so hard in your mouth, baby. Coming for you. Take it all.
Owen choked but didn’t lift his head, giving as good as he’d gotten. It drove Jeremy wild even as he shook with the force of his climax and the knowledge of who had given it to him.
“Oh hell yeah,” he murmured, caressing Owen’s cheek as the man licked his shaft. Definitely a natural.
Jeremy held his breath when he realized Owen was studying him again. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen and shimmering with Jeremy’s release. He’d never seen him like this. Aroused. Sensual. It was sexy as hell.
“See? I knew you’d like that.” Owen’s voice was deep. Determined. “So do I. And I know I could get better with a little practice.”
“Trust me, you don’t need to get any better.”
“I’m a competitive man.”
“We’re even. Let’s call it even.”
He nodded, his lips quirking in a sideways smile. “Fine. But we’re still not done.”
Sexy as hell and stubborn as a mule.
“Owen, man, think about this.” Even as he said the words again Jeremy shivered with an aftershock of pleasure.
He wants more.
“You keep saying that. I have. I told you. You can be worried about tomorrow, but I’m not. We’ve known each other a long damn time. Been friends a long damn time. This isn’t going to change that.”
Was he really that naïve? “This always changes things.”
Owen frowned. “Fine. Then we’ll deal with it. But not tonight.”
He stood and held out his hand without another word. Jeremy hesitated. He wanted more too. He wanted everything, but there were some things he wouldn’t let Owen tempt him into. Some things there could be no coming back from. But he could have him. Just for one night, he could have more of him.
Owen wanted it. Was asking for it. And no one else would ever know.
Sucking his cock had made Owen hard again.
Jeremy stood beside him, stepping out of his pants and letting himself be led down the hall to the bedroom.
He couldn’t say no.
Chapter Three
They were naked in the shower, in his shower, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with a sensual curiosity that drove Jeremy wild. He stroked the smooth, lean muscles he’d longed to touch for years. Owen felt even better than he’d always looked. Stronger. And the firm, rough feel of his calloused hands on Jeremy’s body was hotter than his dirtiest dream.
So much better it scared him.
Owen drew back with a deep chuckle that echoed off the tile walls. “I’m sorry, but you’re killing me, man. How attached are you to that beard?”
“My beard?” Pulling out of his lust-induced haze with difficulty, Jeremy raised one hand to scratch at his furry jaw, frowning distractedly. “It’s pretty attached to me. Why?”
The wicked smile that spread across Owen’s face was so confident it made Jeremy’s throat tighten. “Shave it off.”
What?
“Hell no, Finn. I’ve been growing this out for nearly two years.”
“I know,” Owen replied wryly. “And you grow a good beard, I’ll give you that. But I want you to shave it off now.”
“Now? You want me to stop what we’re doing and shave right now?” Jeremy started to laugh until he realized he was serious.
“I do.” Owen opened the shower door. “I’ll watch.”
“Why?”
Owen shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face, for one. And I don’t want to have to explain away a body covered in beard burn tomorrow.”
Jeremy couldn’t believe he was considering it. “You expect me to shave this beauty off for one night of satisfying your curiosity? You really think you’re worth that kind of sacrifice?”
“I know I am. And so do you. I’ve got plans for that mouth, Jeremy.” Owen bit his lower lip seductively and his palm slid over Jeremy’s hip, making him groan. “Come on. The beard will grow back. You don’t want to stop kissing me, do you?”
Oh, that was low. And effective.
Bastard.
Jeremy huffed, but walked out of the shower and stood soaking on the mat while he reached for his scissors and electric razor. He felt the need to register some sort of protest, even as he lifted the scissors to his dark beard and w
atched the hair fall into the sink.
“Tasha likes my beard. Says it makes her thighs tingle for days after. Come to think of it, no one else has had any complaints.”
“Tasha likes your big, equal-opportunity dick,” Owen laughed, letting the water spray against his back as he watched Jeremy. “She also has a higher threshold for pain than I do. She’s switched once or twice, and I’ve seen her played.”
“So you can dish it out but you can’t take it? From what I hear, you’re a rough son of a bitch.”
Jeremy sent him a look that was meant to be teasing, but then he stilled, unable to look away. Owen was slowly stroking his erection as he stared at Jeremy’s body. Goddamn, he was sexy.
Irresistibly drawn, Jeremy started to move back toward him.
“Keep trimming if you want me to respond to that,” Owen ordered. “I can be rough, if that’s what it takes to bring my partner pleasure. And I admit I get off on it. Seeing that look of bliss they get when they let go of everything else and just feel. Most of them are a lot like you, you know.”
“Men?” Jeremy tried to joke but he was having a hard time breathing.
Owen shook his head patiently. “Responsible. Controlled. Repressed.”
“Hello? I’m an openly, actively bisexual artist. I’m covered in tattoos, in touch with my inner child and the life of every damn party. I’m hardly repressed. I’m the poster boy for freedom of expression.”
“A poster boy with an impressive stick up your ass and a castle moat around your emotions. I think tonight is the first time I’ve seen you really let go. From where I’m standing, you’re all bottled up and ready to pop. Giving up control could be just what you need.”
“No way.” Jeremy’s voice was higher than he wanted it to be. Excited. “You may be curious but I’m not. Not about your kind of play, Finn. I’m pretty sure a guy hits me? I’ll hit him right back.”
“You might surprise yourself. Why don’t you look back in the mirror and concentrate for me?”
He waited in silence until Jeremy forced himself to do as he asked.
When he started talking again, Jeremy could hear the approval in his voice. “Good. We can get into that later. Right now I want to know what it’s like to kiss you without that beard. To bite your chin. I want to touch your smooth face, those tattoos on your back, and the ones on your thighs and ass that you got in New Zealand last year. Who did you say did them?”
Jeremy steadied his hand as he trimmed the beard as close as he could get it, trying to focus on the question. “One of my Maori friends from the convention took me to his cousin. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“It was,” Owen assured him. “I mean you told me you had some new ink, but I had no idea. You look like a different person without your clothes on. That workout room has really paid off too. You’re big. Everywhere. Primitive, powerful and intimidating as fuck. I can see you chasing someone down and pinning them to the ground, pulling their hair while you fuck them. I thought about it as soon as you bent me over the couch. There’s a kink for that you know—it’s not one I’ve explored, but I could get interested in it now.”
Who was this sexual stranger who’d taken over his best friend’s body? The things he was saying… Jeremy knew without looking that Owen was still touching himself. “Do you want me to cut myself and bleed out? Is that your goal here?”
“Am I distracting you?” Owen laughed.
“Just stop talking.” He turned on the razor and focused on shaving. The remnants of his black and gray beard disappeared and Jeremy felt as if he were going back in time.
He had a sudden flashback of all the nights he’d spent over at Owen’s house when his aunt was on a bender. Those times he’d lain in his sleeping bag on the floor next to his friend’s bed, waiting for him to fall asleep. By the time he turned seventeen he hadn’t been able to resist thinking about Owen and what they could be like together. He’d held his breath and bitten his cheek as hard as he could to silence his sounds of pleasure while he stroked himself to climax in the dark room.
Maybe he was still dreaming, because the Owen from his fantasies was here, ready to let Jeremy do whatever he wanted to his body. It was too good to be true. Impossible to believe. Another shoe was bound to fall and hit him right between the eyes, forcing him to wake up.
He rinsed and wiped off his face when he was done, noticing how odd the cool air felt on his bare cheeks. The man in the mirror was unrecognizable. More vulnerable, despite his size. He turned back toward Owen with his jaw and chin on display. “Satisfied I won’t damage your sensitive skin now?”
Owen’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, his knuckles white as he gripped the base of his shaft. “I forgot you had dimples. You look like a new man.”
Jeremy stalked his way back to the shower, digging his fingers into Owen’s arms and walking him backward until his back was flush with the tile. “Let’s test out the new me.”
He kissed him so there could be no mistaking his intent, and they both moaned as their bodies rubbed against each other. Owen’s fingers brushed Jeremy’s erection and then he wrapped both hands around it, rubbing it against his own.
Jeremy swore and ground his hips against him, loving the slide of their wet skin. He bit Owen’s lower lip and he felt him shiver. The man who loved to dominate wanted to be pinned down and fucked. Wanted to be bitten.
He did it again.
Owen turned his head, breaking the kiss. “Suck me off again,” he demanded roughly. “I want to know if it feels as good without the beard.”
Jeremy shook his head, knowing his demand was as much a battle of wills as it was a desire. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”
He turned Owen around facing the narrow bench he’d had installed and put a strong hand between his shoulder blades. “Bend over.”
Owen tensed and Jeremy placed an open mouthed kiss on his shoulder. “I’m just going to give you back a little bit of what you gave me in the living room. Just want to touch you.”
Relaxing at Jeremy’s reassurance, Owen bent over, spreading his legs for balance and placing his hands on the bench. “That finger trick? I had a woman do that to me once in the middle of the deed. Surprised the hell out of me. I swear when I came I thought, ‘Well no fucking wonder Jeremy likes this.’ Of course, then I had to spank her and return the favor.”
Jeremy smiled grimly and hesitated before reaching for the bottle of lube. Owen expected it now. Was waiting for it. He was too comfortable, and it made Jeremy want to do something unexpected. “Now that I’m newly shaved, I think I want to try something else first.”
He spread the cheeks of Owen’s ass with his thumbs, not waiting for a reply before he dipped down and licked the tight ring of muscles he was dying to fuck with his tongue.
“Jeremy?” Owen’s voice was soft. Stunned. “Are you—oh, God.”
Hell, yes. Jeremy squeezed the flesh in his hands as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, loving Owen’s surprised groans and the way his hips tilted instinctively—unconsciously begging for more.
Jeremy wanted to give it to him. He pushed his tongue inside and was rewarded with a shout that echoed off the bathroom walls.
“Fuck!”
You like that, Master Finn? Like having a man fucking rim your ass and make you beg?
“Jeremy!” Owen was rocking helplessly against Jeremy’s mouth. “Jesus, I didn’t know it would feel like that. I’ve never...”
Jeremy could feel how much he liked it. Hear it in the sounds he was making. Owen may be new to the game but he was a fast learner. So fast it was hard for Jeremy to remember he needed to take it slow.
“Fuck,” Owen was muttering. “It shouldn’t be this good. Why is it so good? Yes. Deeper.”
Jeremy thrust his tongue deep once, twice, then lifted his mouth and grabbed for the lube he kept in the shower for special occasions. He tipped it over and watched the thick liquid run between Owen’s cheeks.
Owen was swearing
, his body practically vibrating with desire. “Why did you stop?”
“Just trying to give you what you want, Owen.” His moved, his erection pressed against Owen’s hip as his fingers caressed him. “You said you needed it deeper.”
Gripping Owen’s cock with his free hand, Jeremy pushed one long finger inside his ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned when Owen let out a ragged breath. He pushed in, massaging him in a way he knew would drive him crazy. “Talk to me now, Owen. Tell me you like your birthday present. That you’re enjoying your little walk on the wild side.”
Owen was shaking against him as Jeremy stroked his cock in time to the slow thrusts of his finger. “Jeremy I—yes.”
“That’s all you’re going to give me?” Jeremy made a tsking sound. “Monosyllabic man-speak doesn’t work for me. Should I stop and try something else?”
Owen’s voice was a study in frustration. “I fucking love it, okay? Don’t stop.”
“You love what?”
“Everything. It all feels good. What you’re doing now. Your tongue. Jesus, I didn’t know I would want something like that, Jeremy. That it would blow my damn mind. Is that what you want to hear?”
Jeremy bit him hard on the shoulder. “I did shave for you. A little positive feedback isn’t too much to ask.”
“Fuck you,” Owen moaned. “Or me. Jesus, fuck me, Jeremy. I can take whatever you can dish out.”
Jeremy’s body jerked at that and he swore. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But let me give you a hint.” He pulled out, then added a second finger to the first, gritting his teeth at the slow insertion and the snug fit.
Owen let out a shout and slammed his hand down on the bench. “Too much. That’s too much. I can’t—”
“That’s what you’re asking for, Owen. That and more. You think it’s too much now?” Jeremy rubbed his prostate with the tips of his fingers, unable to stop himself from soothing the pressure, unable to deny his pleasure when Owen cried his name again. “You wouldn’t be able to take me with an ass this tight.”
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