“You seem relaxed,” Jude pointed out, shoving his pants and underwear off and stepping out of them for good measure. As much as he liked the idea of Owen slowly undressing him, he also wanted to get into things. He’d been waiting for this since the morning.
Owen shrugged. “I trust you,” he said, setting aside the open condoms and lubricant.
Jude’s heart contracted, missing a beat. He knew Owen trusted him in general, but it was good to hear that it extended to sex, too.
“Good,” Jude responded once he’d recovered from the brief emotional assault. “Because I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” Owen looked up at him as he stepped closer, watching him with adoration in his eyes. He wanted this. He was into it. He even seemed less nervous than Jude felt at the moment.
Unable to resist any longer, Jude climbed into Owen’s lap, pressing himself close and wrapping his arms around Owen’s neck to hold himself in place, planting his knees either side of Owen’s hips.
“This okay?” he asked, shifting to make himself comfortable.
“Works for me.” Owen grinned at him, settling his hands on Jude’s hips. He leaned in, closing his eyes as he pressed their lips together, more confident now than he had been before.
Jude gasped into Owen’s mouth, rocking his hips just a little. The thought of what they were about to do was enough to get him half-hard already, his cock twitching every time it brushed against Owen’s clothes.
He whimpered as Owen’s fingers made contact with the skin of his stomach, gentle touches under his t-shirt making goosebumps spring up all over. He held his arms up when Owen grabbed the hem, eager to get a step closer to the skin-on-skin contact he was waiting for.
The cool air of the room made it obvious how hot Jude was as he shivered involuntarily. He was so ready for this that just holding back long enough to undress was a struggle, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to wait. The wait would be more than worth it.
Owen leaned back, yanking his own shirt off over his head so that they were even.
“Those bruises…” Owen nodded down to Jude’s belly, where bruises in various stages of healing stood out against his otherwise pale skin.
“Sometimes my injection sites bruise,” he said. “No matter how much practice I have. It’s no big deal.”
“They don’t hurt?” Owen asked.
Jude’s heart melted. Owen wasn’t just asking out of idle curiosity. He was afraid of hurting him.
“Only if you poke them, and even then, not a lot. You’re not gonna hurt me,” Jude assured him. “I’m tougher than I look.”
Owen smiled a soft, warm smile. “I know.”
“You’re tougher than you look, too,” Jude murmured, leaning in to kiss Owen again. He kept their lips connected as he stood, loathe to give up Owen’s warmth, but wanting to move things along. Jude whimpered as he was forced to break off, his cock straining up toward his stomach, heavy and tight and in desperate need of touch.
The wait was killing him, but it was going to make everything better.
Owen’s pants took a little extra work to get open than his own had, but that was probably just because he was out of practice. Belt buckles and button-flies were harder to work with when they were backwards and most of his blood was in his cock instead of his brain.
“Up,” Jude instructed, waiting for Owen to stand and then hooking his thumbs into his pants and underwear at the same time before pulling them down and letting them pool around his feet.
Unable to resist, Jude looked straight at Owen’s cock the moment it was free. It was exactly as he’d expected, in proportion with the rest of Owen’s body, tantalizingly half-hard, bobbing between his legs. An unexpected shiver ran down Jude’s spine as he looked at it, and he licked his lips involuntarily.
“Nice,” he said after a moment, trailing his eyes back up to Owen’s face slowly.
“You’re so gay,” Owen responded, laughter in his voice.
“I mean, yes.” Jude stepped forward again, pushing on Owen’s shoulders until he sat down and then climbing back into his previous position, heart set on doing this face-to-face. “So obviously, I’m an expert on dicks. And yours is nice.”
To make his point, Jude reached down and wrapped his fingers around Owen’s cock, stroking it lazily. He could feel it hardening in his hand, getting hotter and heavier as he touched it, straining upward as he watched.
When Jude looked up again, Owen’s eyes were dark, his lips just slightly parted, his chest heaving with every breath. Arousal rolled off him, heating up the air between them.
“Four,” Jude said. “That brings me up to four different cocks touched.”
Owen stared at him, his lips moving and throat working as though he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Jude couldn’t help smirking. He’d broken Owen already.
In the interest of breaking him even more, Jude shifted his position a little and moved his hand so he could grip them both together, gasping as the sensitive skin of his own cock made contact with Owen’s. In comparison, Owen seemed impossibly hot, and just a touch thicker than Jude was.
That was exactly what he’d wanted to find. Owen was going to feel amazing.
The contact seemed to shake loose whatever thought Owen had gotten stuck on, a deep, shuddering breath making his whole body rise and fall as he came back to the present.
“Sorry,” he murmured, moving his hands to Jude’s ass, pulling him closer and supporting his weight. Jude took the opportunity to lean back so he could see both of them clearly, watch as they slid against each other, precome spreading between them. The sight alone was enough to ramp Jude’s arousal up a notch, a low moan rumbling in his chest.
Owen was so hot. Being with him felt amazing, like nothing Jude had ever experienced before.
He rocked his hips, unable to refrain any longer, gasping at the increase in friction. “Don’t be,” he responded after a moment too long. “You’re hot enough to get away with spacing out.”
“Really?” Owen asked, obviously surprised.
“Really.” Jude tore his gaze away from their cocks to look up at Owen’s face, flushed pink and so soft right now, so open and vulnerable that it made Jude’s heart clench in his chest, made his stomach feel tight.
This was as important to Owen as it was to him, and he was going to make sure they both had a great time.
Jude grabbed the box Owen had set aside before and held out for him. “You’re gonna need one of these. You get to pick the color.”
Owen chuckled, accepting the box and opening the lid. “Are these glow-in-the-dark?” he asked, turning the box around to check.
Jude blushed. “They’re whatever was closest to the lube so I wouldn’t have to stand in the aisle. Apparently your embarrassment about that kind of thing grows back.”
“Also, my mom runs the store,” Owen pointed out.
That had also factored into Jude’s hurry. “I didn’t want her to stop me and ask questions. I think I might have actually died.”
“That would’ve been a shame.” Owen finally plucked a condom out of the box, closed it, and then tossed it aside. Jude took that as a cue to grab the lube, leaning his forehead against Owen’s as he watched him open the packet and roll it on.
They were definitely glow-in-the-dark.
“Neat.” Owen grinned, moving his hands to block the rest of the light from hitting his cock for the full effect.
“Neat?” Jude raised an eyebrow. “I married a dork.”
The glowing was kind of cool, though.
“You knew that,” Owen pointed out, resting both of his hands on Jude’s thighs. The touch made his skin tingle all over again, the low burn his arousal had quieted down to flaring back up with a vengeance.
Desperate all over again, Jude flicked open the lube and poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it. “I’m gonna do it this time,” he explained. “Because you need to hold onto me so I don’t fall off.”
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br /> “You couldn’t have picked any other position?” Owen asked, sliding his hands back to Jude’s ass like he had before, gripping him tightly and holding him in place.
Jude could hardly remember feeling safer in his life.
“This one keeps you at kissing distance,” Jude said, leaning close to rub his nose against Owen’s. “I want that. Unless you’d rather move?”
Owen opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed, and then opened it again. “No. That’s… that’s sweet.”
“Maybe I just get off on your mouth?” Jude said, raising an eyebrow.
“Still sweet,” Owen responded.
Jude surged forward to shut him up, forcing Owen’s mouth open and swiping his tongue along the inside of his lips, rocking his hips as he started to open himself up.
The first touch made him gasp, not having done this for a while. He’d be sore in the morning, especially at this angle, but it was more than worth it. Owen was more than worth it.
Jude grunted into Owen’s mouth as he pushed a single finger inside, knowing he’d have to take it slow at first. He worked his free hand between them, lining their cocks up together and wrapping his fingers around both of them again.
Between the friction of Owen’s cock against his and the increasing pressure of his fingers working inside him, Jude was having the time of his life. His skin felt hot and tight, and all he could think of was how much more he wanted of Owen, how needy he was for him, how good Owen was going to feel inside him.
“I feel a little useless here,” Owen said when Jude broke away from his mouth, leaning his forehead on Owen’s shoulder as he worked a third finger inside himself, going too fast and not fast enough at the same time. It was all he could do to stop himself from moaning non-stop, stop himself coming at the thought of how good Owen was going to feel.
His fingers felt good against sensitive skin, but he wanted to be full in the way only a thick cock could make him feel. Owen was big enough for that, perfectly shaped to ride hard, his cock curved up so it’d hit everywhere Jude wanted it to with every thrust.
He needed Owen, and he needed him as soon as possible.
“You’re not,” Jude assured him, panting for breath. “You’re the main event. I just need a little more time to warm up.”
Jude paused to kiss Owen’s neck, nuzzling him and breathing in his clean scent, the faintest trace of plain soap clinging to his skin. His aftershave was more distinctive, but it had faded since this morning.
“This is what it’s like with boys,” Jude explained, though he was sure Owen had figured that out by now. “We just take a little longer. It’s worth it, promise.”
“It’s already worth it,” Owen murmured, adjusting his grip on Jude to pull him closer. Jude could feel the coiled tension in his thighs, the urge to thrust up, pound into him barely contained by his willpower.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t feel the need to contain it when the time came. Owen was a strong enough man that even in this position, he’d be capable of some very satisfying force. Jude could feel himself leaking precome just at the thought of how hard Owen would be capable of fucking him once he was confident enough to do it.
There was no way Jude could wait any longer, not now that he was comfortable with three fingers and Owen felt so ready. The base of Owen’s cock was thicker than that, now that it was fully hard, but that was fine. The thought of being stretched a touch past his limit made Jude feel hot all over, his skin prickling as he imagined it.
He didn’t have to imagine anymore. He could have Owen now.
“Just hold still for me,” Jude murmured, lifting himself up with burning thighs and shuffling forward, gripping Owen’s cock again to guide it to him, closing his eyes tight as the thick head pressed against him. He was so close to getting what he wanted that he could only manage a brief pause before pushing back.
The intense pressure left him biting down on his lip, his cock smearing precome over Owen’s belly as he eased himself back, taking Owen in an inch at a time, gasping as he rubbed up against a sensitive spot inside.
To Jude’s surprise, Owen held him up, slowing his fall, supporting his thighs as he sat back down, Owen’s cock inside him as far as it could go at this angle, stars dancing in front of his eyes at how good it felt. His head spun for a moment as he fought to catch his breath, harsh pants breaking the silence that had fallen over both of them.
“You okay?” Owen asked.
Jude nodded, still not trusting himself to speak. All he could think was I love this, I love you, over and over, and while the first part was fine, the second part wasn’t something either of them were ready for just yet.
Shifting to get comfortable, Jude lifted himself up an inch and rocked back, gasping as Owen’s cock shifted inside him, hitting every nerve ending he had at once. He groaned, low and needy, aching for more.
“You ready?” Owen asked, his voice strained this time. It was sweet of him to double-check, but Jude was so far past ready that all he could do was nod in response and hope Owen got the hint.
Thankfully, he did, changing his hold on Jude so that he was holding his hips still, fingers digging deep into him, the tension in his thighs building even further before he gave a first, hard thrust that shook Jude’s whole body, leaving him gasping for breath and no time to recover before the next one came.
That was much better than expected.
Owen didn’t let up, setting a pace that Jude could never have kept in the same position, thrusting up into him with all the confidence Jude could ever have wanted from him.
He wanted to tell Owen how good this was, how right he was getting it, but he couldn’t catch his breath between thrusts to say anything at all. All he could do was hold on for the ride, digging his fingers deep into Owen’s shoulders as every stroke threatened to buck him off. Everything felt so hot, every nerve ending was on fire, shock after shock of pleasure shooting up Jude’s spine with every roll of Owen’s hips.
“This okay?” Owen asked, panting just as harshly as Jude was, but somehow still able to command the power of speech.
Jude nodded, wrapping his arms around Owen’s shoulders and accepting that he was just along for the ride. It was nice not to have to think too much. All Jude had to do was focus on how good Owen felt, on the building orgasm deep in his gut, the urge to come.
“Getting close,” Owen warned, changing his grip on Jude’s hips to change the angle of each stroke, making every thrust harder and deeper, pushing the limits of both of their bodies.
Jude closed his eyes, resting his head against Owen’s, their noses brushing together as they rocked up and down, up and down. He was moaning non-stop now, soft little sounds breaking in the back of his throat with every movement, his nerves raw and burning in the best possible way. Just a few more moments, just a little more would tip him over the edge.
Owen’s thrusts stuttered, his rhythm interrupted just for a moment, throwing Jude off-balance. Owen caught him before he fell, slamming hard into him one last time as he started to come, his hips jerking out of sync, his cock pulsing inside Jude.
As he gasped for air and fought to regain his balance, Jude watched Owen come, his mouth wide open, soft, cut-off cries escaping his throat. Jude wrapped his hand around his own cock and barely had to stroke himself once before he was coming all over his hand, the whole thing starting in the pit of his stomach and spilling out as Owen’s thrusts slowed to a stop. He groaned, too loud and too hard, his whole body contracting as he shoved his hips hard into Owen’s, riding him hard for the last few moments, wringing every last drop of pleasure from him.
He gasped and panted as his orgasm washed over him, his breath catching with every aftershock as he listened to Owen catching his breath, watched him coming down, fell in love all over again with the soft, satisfied look on his face.
Right now, Jude was more in love with Owen than he ever had been. Maybe that was cliche, but he didn’t care.
The sex had been hot, and now he was completely
sure that Owen was perfect.
He slumped against Owen’s chest as the last of his orgasm died down, wriggling to get comfortable as his oversensitive skin tingled at even the slightest touch. Owen pulled out, leaving Jude uncomfortably empty for a moment, missing the fullness of him already.
Jude groaned again, not trusting himself to say anything intelligent just yet.
Owen flopped back on the bed, and Jude followed him. He closed his eyes to listen to Owen’s heartbeat, letting the sound bring his breathing back to a steady rhythm instead of the lung-burning gulps of air he’d been reduced to.
“That was so hot,” Jude murmured against Owen’s neck. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I’m not actually new at this,” Owen said, sighing a deep, satisfied sigh. “I mean… you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean,” Jude agreed. That was fine by him. If most of the skills Owen had were transferable, he was more than okay with him using them.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Owen moved one of his hands to Jude’s back, that same protective hold Jude remembered from last time.
He let his eyes fall closed, promising himself he’d get up in a minute.
He might not have been sure where he stood with Owen yet, but at least the sex was great.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The moment Owen saw the envelope with his company’s logo on it in the mailbox, his stomach sank. Actual mail meant there was something official inside, and he wasn’t exactly expecting to get employee of the month.
He took it inside and sat down at the kitchen table, staring at it for long moments in an attempt to psych himself up enough to open it. His stomach churned at the thought, the knowledge that there was nothing good inside.
This wasn’t something he could leave forever, though. He couldn’t just throw it out and pretend it never happened.
Owen tore the envelope open and unfolded the letter. As he skimmed it, too afraid to read it closely, one word stuck out.
Termination.
His head spun. He hadn’t fainted in his entire adult life, but he felt as though he was about to now.
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