Page 9 of The Way Home

Jamie fiddled with the beer glass in his hand. “Do you not like Ohio?”

“I like it fine,” Caleb replied, though there was a faint trace of bitterness in his voice. When his gaze met Jamie’s, his brown eyes were dark and focused. That spark of heat from the pub ignited between them again.

“I think I like it here a whole lot better, though.”

Jamie felt the back of his neck grow hot as Caleb stepped closer. He gently plucked the beer glass from Jamie’s hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“This alright?” he murmured, stepping in from behind and settling his large hands on Jamie’s hips.

Jamie nodded, barely breathing. When he turned slightly to look behind him, Caleb’s lips brushed against his ear.

“You sure?” The deep rumble of Caleb’s voice went straight to Jamie’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jamie said, breathier than he meant it to be.

Warm muscle pressed into Jamie’s back as Caleb stepped even closer. The definition was obvious, even through his shirt, and,fucking hell, he wanted to see what Caleb looked like without clothes. It was probably glorious.

Arousal pulsed through him as Caleb’s hands slid from his hips to his ribs, fingers caressing gently. They hovered just shy of the hem of his shirt, and Jamie couldn’t help the needy whine that escaped him, imagining those hands on his bare skin.

Caleb tugged on him until they were flush, and Jamie’s attention snapped to the hard length poking him from behind. His jaw unlatched, falling open.

Caleb leaned in and whispered in Jamie’s ear. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”

Arousal coursed through his veins, sharp and heady, and his cock strained against his fly. His heart beat so fast he was sure Caleb could hear it. He nodded dumbly.

“I don’t think you do.” Strong, confident hands guided Jamie around until their chests met. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you, Jamie?”

One hand slid up to the side of his neck, a thumb brushing just under his jaw as Caleb gently tilted his head until their eyes met.

Up close, Jamie could see the smooth warmth of Caleb’s skin—not a single freckle. His brows were thick, drawn slightly together into something of a pouty frown, and his eyes were a beautiful, warm brown, flecked with green and gold.

A small smile played on his lips, like he was secretly delighted by how flustered Jamie looked. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

After a moment of amused deliberation, Caleb leaned in and pressed their lips together. A sweet, gentle caress. Jamie melted, back arching as those confident hands slid to his lower back, tugging him closer. When their hips met, there was no mistaking that they were both hard.

Jamie’s knees nearly gave out as Caleb’s tongue brushed his lower lip. The touch sent a shiver down his spine and, when Jamie parted his lips, Caleb deepened the kiss immediately.

There was an urgency to it now, his lips moving greedily againstJamie’s as though he’d spent the entire walk there fighting the urge to devour him.

Jamie had never been kissed likethis.

Hands roamed over clothes, and their cocks rubbed frantically against each other through their trousers, searching for friction. When he couldn’t catch his breath, Jamie pulled away just enough to whisper, “You’re a good kisser.”

Caleb smiled against his lips.“So are you, sweetheart.”

He groaned at the pet name as Caleb reached between them and tugged Jamie’s shirt from his trousers. Warm hands slid under the fabric, gripping his waist and squeezing.

Despite the arousal clouding his brain, that familiar voice in his head broke through, the one that screamed at him that this waswrong.

Jamie hated that petulant voice.

It was constantly at war with his body, when his body was begging him to believe that something wasright.Over the last few months, he’d tried everything but not even meaningless hookups in dark clubs could silence it, apparently.

Caleb’s fingers explored the waistband of Jamie’s trousers, sending little sparks of pleasure to his brain as they inched closer and closer to his erection. Heat flooded his body, making his thoughts a tangled mess of pleasure and anticipation.

He drew in a sharp breath when Caleb’s fingertips stroked the trail of hair leading to his cock.