Page 28 of Uncharted

“Jesus Christ,” Reno said, and I didn’t think there was a better way to put it.

“Yeah,” I said in a thick voice. “That’s about right.”

“That…was not like it was back in college,” he said breathlessly. “Where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that, and how the hell did any of your exes break up with you?”

I felt my face warm at his praise. “Aw, c’mon I don’t⁠—”

“And get your hip out of my thigh,” he grumbled.

I glanced down and snorted. “That, uh…isn’t my hip poking you.”

He glanced as well, and while the light wasn’t bright enough to see clearly, he could see enough to realize my hip wasn’t touching him. My dick, however⁠—

“You’re hard,” he said as if he couldn’t believe it. “Jesus, how fucking big⁠—?”

“I mean,” I said, and without thinking, reached down and pushed my hand against his groin, making him jerk in surprise. “So are you.”

“Not even close,” he breathed out, and I was surprised when I felt the hardness under my fingers jump.

“I meant, you’re hard,” I chuckled, looking him in the eye. “So, uh, definitely not like college then.”

“No,” he said, a strange tone in his voice. “Not even remotely close. I’d ask if it was good for you, but⁠—”

“My dick gave me away…just like yours did,” I said, only then realizing my hand was still on his groin and he was still as hard as when I’d first touched him.

“I’m gonna do it again,” I told him, mostly as a warning, but also in case he wanted to back out.

His only response was to lick his lips, and I took that as the permission I needed. My weight pressed against him as our lips locked, and again I was reminded that I hadn’t moved my hand as his dick gave another noticeable twitch. Once again, I fell into the alluring sensation of his lips against mine, his tongue as it tasted mine.

My fingers flexed of their own accord, curling around his shaft, and then he…groaned.

It was a sound I’d heard him make before, but only when he was exasperated, tired, or in pain. I had never heard a sound of pleasure from him like that, and it went right to my dick in a flash of heat. I swore against his lips and gripped him again, not thinking as I stroked him through his sleep pants, feeling the heat of his dick against my hands.

“Jake,” he gasped, but he was pushing up into my touch, unsure if he wanted to beg me to stop or keep going.

Since he wasn’t stopping me, I knew what I was going to do next, and while it was the first time I’d ever thought about undoing a guy’s pants and reaching in to grab his dick, that’s exactly what I did. It was obviously different from mine, but its heat was intoxicating as it pressed against my palm. And then Reno gave another low groan that vibrated through me, dragging me along until all I could focus on was the dick in my hand and the lips against mine.

He was hard, incredibly hard, and I continued to stroke him, not sure what to do but keep doing things until he made a noise or did something that told me it was the right thing to do. Reno gasped when my fingers slid over the slick head and I did it again, rubbing the underside of the head, and he broke the kiss to press his face against my neck and groan.

“What are we doing?” he asked in a shaky voice that made me smile.

“Pretty sure we’re enjoying ourselves,” I said with a smirk as I did it again and felt his hips twitch. “You sure are.”

“Are you?” he asked, nervous again and curious.

“Do ya need proof?” I asked, shifting so I could reach between us.

Reno blinked. “You know, if you’re going to do something like this for me, I should do the same for you, right?”

“It’s too weird for ya, huh?” I wondered.

“Weird,” he agreed, but instead of taking the out I was giving him, he pushed his hand past the loose band of my shorts and, another first for the night, another man’s hand wrapped around my dick. “Fuck, it’s⁠—”

“Hard?”

“Well, yeah, so I guess you weren’t lying, but like⁠—”

“Weird?”