Undercover Lover

by Jerry Cole

  “I’m sorry,” Morgan replied. “I just saw you standing there and I basically couldn’t do anything. My body was here before I was.”

  Jan laughed quietly. “You make it sound like I’m some sort of irresistible sex god.”

  “Aren’t you?” Morgan said, then kissed him deeply on the lips again. Jan returned the kiss at first, then moved away from Morgan again, panting this time.

  “I can’t,” Jan said. “I’m about to drop to my knees to start sucking you off. And I don’t know if you want me to do that in your apartment building’s garage.”

  Jan knew he meant every word, though they made him blush, looked down, bit his lip. Morgan put his hand under Jan’s chin and tilted his head up so Jan was looking at him.

  “I think that kind of sounds amazing,” Morgan replied. “But I have a perfectly good bed. So how about we try that first? You should put a pillow under your knees first. You know, at the very least.”

  Jan smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  Morgan grabbed Jan’s hand and pulled him toward the stairs. Jan followed him, his feet stumbling on the concrete of the garage floor. He could barely maintain his footing and Morgan was practically running, which made Jan smile. He lagged behind Morgan, not out of lack of enthusiasm but more because he couldn’t quite believe this was happening, that he was being pulled toward someone’s bed the way he had only been when he had been a teenager and he had just started going out with Nick. Morgan might have even been more enthusiastic than Nick, which Jan found sort of shocking, considering he and Nick had only been about sixteen years old when they had first started going out together.

  One thing was for sure, though. He didn’t care about it anymore, as Morgan pressed the button to call the elevator and wrapped his arms around Jan’s waist again, bringing him close once more and kissing him deeply. By the time the elevator arrived and its door pinged, neither one of them looked up to see if there was anyone there. They just stumbled into the elevator like a couple of teenagers, their tongues wrestling and their bodies pressed up against each other.

  Morgan moved away from him only for a second to push the floor button while Jan kissed his neck and rubbed himself against Morgan. His jeans were too tight now and they felt like they were only there to strangle his hardened cock. He couldn’t exactly undo his buttons inside the elevator of Morgan’s building, so he moved back and tried to catch his breath, his heart beating so fast he thought he might faint.

  “I’ve never hated having a view as much as I have now,” Morgan said from the corner of his mouth. Jan laughed quietly, looking down at his crotch as he did so. He had felt Morgan’s cock pressing up against him but there had been no way for Jan to have seen Morgan’s erection before, and even through the constricting denim fabric, it looked impressive. Jan’s mouth watered when he thought about the way Morgan’s dick looked when it was uncovered by anything, completely bare. He couldn’t wait to find out, and the slow ascent of the elevator made it feel like the vertical metal box was there specifically to mock him.

  Morgan moved closer to him and kissed him softly on the lips. When he pressed harder, when his arms were wrapped around Jan’s waist again and their cocks were grinding together against each other, Jan had to yank his head away from him and shake his head. “I can’t,” he said.

  Morgan smiled at him, a cheeky smile that made his eyes shine. “Why not?”

  “Because I’m going to cum right now and that would be incredibly embarrassing,” Jan replied, laughing.

  The mischievous glint was gone from his eyes and his expression was replaced by something that Jan could only peg as hunger. Morgan opened his mouth to say something when the elevator doors pinged.

  “This is me,” Morgan said when neither one of them made any attempt to move out of the elevator. It was probably because they were too busy staring at each other, but the idea that they hadn’t moved struck Jan as hilarious. It wasn’t just that they were too busy gazing into each other eyes like a couple of lovelorn lust-filled teenagers, it was also everything else, everything that he couldn’t share with Morgan. So, he started to laugh, behind his hand and quietly at first, until his laughter turned into something else. Jan was sure it was going to get a lot worse, but then Morgan’s hand was clasped around his wrist and he was leading him out of the elevator and toward the door of his apartment. The moment Jan could feel Morgan’s skin on his own all that he could think about was Morgan.

  ***

  First Morgan fumbled with his keys. Then Jan waited for him to unlock the door to his apartment. As soon as they had walked in, even though the door hadn’t even closed behind them, Jan pressed his lips against Morgan’s in a sweet kiss. Morgan laughed under his breath, though he obviously found it hard to do when Jan was kissing him, and pushed the door closed with his free hand as he brought his right arm around Jan’s body again, holding him close to his own body. Morgan’s arm was strong and protective around him and Jan could tell he was getting used to it. It already felt wrong not to be held by Morgan. Thankfully, Morgan didn’t let him go as they kissed on the mouth all the way to the bedroom, or at least that was what Jan assumed. He couldn’t see anything, walking backward while kissing was weird and his eyes were closed for most of the time, his mind and body lost in the tenderness of Morgan’s kiss and the way being in his arms felt. He was only vaguely aware they had walked into Morgan’s bedroom because Morgan let go of him for a second and fumbled for the light switch on the wrong wall. Jan took the opportunity to look at Morgan like this, really take him in. Morgan was breathless, too, and he looked gorgeous as he tried desperately to find the correct light switch.

  “Sorry,” he said apologetically when the yellow light from the wall-mounted lamps flooded the room. “Just moved.”

  “Nice place,” Jan replied, looking him up and down and smiling. “Great lighting.”

  “Yeah,” Morgan said, smiling back at him. He also took the opportunity to size him up, his gaze moving from his face to his chest, his stomach and lingering over his crotch as he licked his lips. “I’m glad you like it.”

  Jan felt heat rising to his cheeks. He never had been self-conscious. It was just that the way Morgan looked at him, as though he was perfect, it made him feel strange. Like Morgan thought he looked perfect and like Jan was in danger of falling short of that the second that Morgan decided to look away from him. He found it hypnotizing and incredibly hot, which was obvious by the way his body was reacting then. He never wanted it to stop. “Great lighting,” Jan croaked.

  “Thanks,” Morgan replied. He creased his brow and cocked his head, looking at Jan as though he wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. A smile was still playing on his lips, though, so Jan felt a little more confident as he pushed through.

  “You should take your clothes off,” Jan finally said.

  “Because of the lighting,” Morgan replied, laughter in his voice.

  “Sure,” Jan said. “Because of the incredible lighting. Because I bet you look amazing wearing nothing when there are all these lights around you. Because I want to see you. No, sorry, I meant because I need to see you. I need to.”

  Their gazes locked for a second and Jan wondered if Morgan was going to try getting Jan to convince him. Nothing like that happened, though. Instead, Morgan started to undo the buttons on his jacket, the top one first, looking right at Jan. He was making sure that Jan was watching him. Jan didn’t get it, there was no way he even would be able to look away from Morgan as he finally opened the buttons on his shirt to reveal a thin strip of dark hair.

  Jan started to walk toward him but Morgan shook his head, tutting. “You said you wanted me wearing no clothes, so this is what you get. You should stay where you are.”

  Jan groaned, though he was sure it sounded like a pleasured moan instead. “Please,” he said.

  “You said you wanted to see me,” Morgan replied, winking at him. “Next time, you’re probably going to have to be a little bit more s
pecific.”

  Jan swallowed down the knot in his throat. As Morgan spoke, he kept undoing his buttons. He thought Morgan looked good before, but he hadn’t realized just how good he looked. The thin strip of hair on his chest divided his defined pectoral muscles. His body, just like his face, was full of angles and lines, which made all the soft spaces something Jan wanted to approach even more, something that he needed to touch, grab, kiss. Soon Morgan was shirtless in front of him and Jan’s mouth was filling with saliva.

  Then he started to undo the buttons of his tight black jeans and Jan thought he might faint. He opened the zipper and then, he started to slide them down his legs and Jan had to clap his hand over his mouth to stop himself from gasping. Morgan’s cock was big, bigger than it looked when it was hidden away by a few layers of fabric, and Jan couldn’t wait anymore.

  He said nothing as he crossed the room and dropped to his knees, looking up at Morgan only for a second. Morgan smiled at him and nodded, so Jan busied himself by moving his black boxers down his legs, making sure his hands were brushing softly against the sensitive hair on Morgan’s leg as he did so. He had to tell himself to go slowly, no matter how much he wanted to see Morgan’s cock. He didn’t even want to glance at it, because he was sure that was all he was going to be able to think about when he saw it. When Morgan’s boxers finally were around his ankles, that was when he allowed himself to look up. Morgan’s cock was just as beautiful as Jan had imagined, maybe even more so, if that was even possible.

  Jan liked cocks as much as any gay man did, but there was something about this particular one. Just like there was something about this particular guy. Everything about him seemed perfect, even his cock seemed perfect. Jan finally sat up, kissing between Morgan’s legs until he took his balls in his mouth, then licking the underside of his rock-hard cock until his mouth was wrapped around the head and his fingers were wrapped around the base holding his cock firmly. All he could think about was how lucky he was that he was going to get to taste him. He already tasted incredible, too, salty and like himself. The fact that he put his hand on the back of Jan’s head the moment that he popped his dick in his mouth made his own cock twitch with pleasure.

  He moved back and forth, slowly at first, until he was face-fucking himself with Morgan’s cock. Morgan was leaning against a wall and whimpering with every stroke, finally pulling Jan away by the hair, gently but urgently.

  “I don’t want to cum yet,” Morgan said when Jan looked up at him, a question obvious in his eyes. “Don’t you want us to fuck?”

  “Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

  “You know what I meant,” Morgan replied between sharp breaths.

  “Right now, all I want to do is taste you. I want to feel the way that your cum feels in my throat,” Jan replied. He meant every word, which Morgan seemed to sense, because soon, without hesitation, he grabbed his cock and stuffed it back in Jan’s mouth in a quick, aggressive motion that Jan found completely irresistible. A few seconds later, he was moaning and telling Jan that he was going to cum.

  Jan moved his head up and down his cock until he could feel Morgan’s cock twitching in his mouth. He lightly squeezed his balls while he came and then, when he had, he swallowed every drop, cleaning him with his tongue until Morgan was squirming. When that happened, Jan moved away from him and smiled, still on his knees.

  Morgan looked exhausted and beautiful. “That was… Where did you learn how to do that?”

  “New York is full of perverts,” Jan replied, winking at him.

  Morgan laughed weakly, then he looked down at Jan’s crotch. He had undone his own buttons and his zipper when he was sucking off Morgan because his cock couldn’t stand how restricting his clothes were and he was sure there was some skin showing, at the very least.

  “My town was full of perverts, too,” Morgan said, his gaze still firmly on Jan’s crotch. “Do you want me to show you?”

  Jan nodded weakly. He couldn’t believe Morgan still wanted to return the favor, even though it was obvious his legs were jelly and he was out of breath.

  “It’s only fair,” Morgan said, as though he could read Jan’s mind. Then he smiled from the corner of his mouth. “I mean, you liked that, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Jan replied. “I liked it a lot.”

  “Here,” Morgan said. He extended his hand to Jan and Jan took it, steadying himself as he stood up. Even though he hadn’t been the one to cum, he felt like he was made of jelly himself. Morgan guided him toward the bed, putting a strong guiding arm around him, looking down at his lips, but not kissing him. Jan let Morgan sit him down and then gracefully kneel in front of him. Morgan’s style was a little slower, more passionate. He took Jan’s jeans, since Jan had only undone them but not actually taken them off, making sure his hands brushed against Jan’s cock a few times, just enough to get Jan to purr in anticipation. Then he stood up and kissed Jan on the mouth, deep, long, and passionate, as he stroked his chest, his stomach, his back, sometimes pressing his fingertips into Jan’s skin. It was obvious he could taste himself in Jan’s mouth, which made the kiss even more exhilarating.

  “You,” he finally said as he nibbled on Jan’s earlobe, “are fucking gorgeous. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I first saw you in that restaurant. You do things to me no one ever has done before.”

  Then he dropped to his knees again, as gracefully as he had the first time, and used his tongue to tease Jan’s throbbing cock, licking him slowly and tenderly until Jan felt like he was on the verge of an orgasm, even though Morgan had barely even started sucking him off. He didn’t have to wait long, though. Soon Morgan’s lips were wrapped around his throbbing cock and he was moving his head back and forth. Jan’s legs were shaking as Morgan stroked his tight balls. He thought he told Morgan that he was about to cum, but he wasn’t sure because by the time he managed to open his mouth, he couldn’t hear anything.

  All he could focus on was the way he felt, the orgasm building up from his core and spreading through the rest of his body until he felt like even his fingertips and his toes were on fire. Morgan swallowed him up, all of him, every last drop. All the while, Jan’s legs shook, his hips bucked and his body felt like it was imploding.

  When he finally moved away, Morgan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at him, his eyes glimmering. Their gazes locked for a moment when Jan opened his eyes, hypnotizing him. When Morgan spoke, his voice sounded like it was far away, underwater. “So,” he said. “I take it you’re spending the night?”

  Jan whimpered a strangled yes. Even if he had wanted to go home, the fatigue was setting in, and he still needed to process what just had happened.

  Chapter Seven

  Morgan smiled as he laid down next to Jan. Jan was breathing shallowly, so he obviously was not asleep, even though his eyes were closed. He wasn’t wearing his pants and his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked gorgeous like this, his shirt bunched up near his shoulders, his muscled chest on display along with his washboard abs. Morgan put his hand on Jan’s chest and Jan’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Jan smiled at him from the corner of his mouth, putting his own hand over Morgan’s.

  “That was amazing,” Jan finally said, his voice coated with sleep.

  “That was just my mouth,” Morgan replied. “You should see what else I can do.”

  “I can’t wait,” Jan said quietly. “Thank you for letting me stay over.”

  “You can stay over as much as you want,” Morgan replied. “You can always stay with me.”

  “My apartment is a shithole, so you don’t want me to take you up on that,” Jan replied with a laugh. Soon Morgan’s leg was wrapped around him and he was holding Jan in a tight embrace, his nose nestled on the crook of Jan’s neck. Jan’s body was soft and warm against him.

  Morgan moved his head up and kissed him on the cheek. “I mean that,” Morgan said. “You can stay here whenever you want. Especially if your apartment is a shithole.”

  “All
I have to do is pay tax, huh?”

  “Actually, the sex is entirely on a voluntary basis,” Morgan replied, smiling. “But if you want to clean my bathtub, I’m not going to say ‘no’.”

  Jan laughed. “You have a bathtub? You are fancy.”

  “So fancy,” Morgan said. “I also have heated floors. Not that I’ve ever used them, but you know. If you ever stay here and you’ve just stepped out of cleaning the bathroom and your feet get cold, I can warm up the floor for you.”

  “Stop it,” Jan replied. He was chuckling again. “You’re making this more and more tempting. And my apartment is terrible. I just moved a few months ago and my roommate, ugh. He’s the worst. He has this cat, right? I love cats. I normally get along with pets okay, but this one seems to hate me. Originally, she liked me, but she behaved like a dog and what kind of cat behaves like a dog? What’s the point of having a cat if it’s going to behave like a dog?”

  Morgan’s smile widened. “Do you always get chatty after sex?”

  “I guess you’re going to have to find out,” Jan said, his smile widening.

  Morgan felt his heart beating hard in his chest. This felt so familiar, as if they had done it many times before. Of course, they never had. Being there, laying half-naked in Jan’s arm while his own body was wrapped around Jan’s like a pretzel, felt perfect. Even though Jan’s skin had started to be too hot and they both were covered in sweat, and he was sure this would become uncomfortable for both of them soon, right now it was just perfect.

  “Do you want to borrow some pajamas?”

  “I thought you’d want me to sleep naked,” Jan replied.

  “I kind of do,” Morgan said. “But the truth is, if you slept naked, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. And you do want to get some sleep, right? You don’t just want me to paw at you all night?”

  “That doesn’t sound like something I would hate,” Jan said. “Seriously. Sounds pretty amazing.”