Page 35 of Uncharted

His hand flexed against my stomach, and I shifted my hips forward on the stool, pressing my weight onto him to keep myself on the stool. It wasn’t even a conscious choice. It was as if my body realized that if we were going to use my actual brain, then we would get nowhere, so it had taken the controls. For a moment, I remembered Jake saying what I thought was a joke, that maybe those couple of times I’d half-heartedly tried to be with a guy before; I hadn’t gone for the right type of guy.

Or maybe it was just because it was him.

Then my pants were snapped open and my curiosity was replaced by a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, except unlike the last few days, the former was winning. His calloused hand was in my pants, and he was wrapping his grip around my cock again, and I didn’t know if I should be surprised or not to realize I was as hard as the first time he had kissed me.

Once again, the spell that had made me take leave of my senses was cast, and I groaned as his thumb slid over my leaking tip and stroked down the shaft almost playfully. I pushed into his hand, sucking on his bottom lip and returning the energy by gently nipping at it and making him growl. It reminded me of a Rottweiler whose chosen way of expressing he was enjoying playtime was with the meanest sounds possible, but coming from a gentle heart.

I flailed when he shifted his grip and spun me around, pushing me so my back hit the edge of the desk, and I was left to stare up at him. Never had he seemed so big, so…there, as he did right then. I understood why some women would be terrified upon seeing him, even if a goofy smile was his trademark and laughter was his favorite sound. I had never understood what it felt like to see him in his hugeness and feel…arousal.

I understood now.

“Reno?” he asked softly, his hand closing around my shaft again, his other cupping my face. “I, uh⁠—”

“God, do not make me think, or my brain will ruin everything,” I said, sensing a question and not sure if I wanted to hear it. “Just…don’t. You’re the only one who can be trusted right now.”

“Now there’s a fucking terrifyin’ idea,” he said, but despite his words, there was a wild look of daring and…God, I was pretty sure that was him getting really fucking turned on.

And then he slid to his knees between my legs, and it was a damn good thing he was still holding onto me because I would have fallen sideways off the stool. “What are you doing?”

“Ya said I was the only one who could be trusted,” he said, and while there was a nervousness about him, I didn’t sense doubt. “So…trust me.”

“Trusting,” I said, because I knew if I tried to argue, I would ruin everything or end up losing as I scrambled to find the brain cells necessary.

He moved closer, one hand at the base of my dick and the other holding onto my thigh as I watched him. There was a moment of evaluation, as if he was trying to figure out the best angle before he brought his lips down and wrapped them around my dick.

“Oh, holy shit,” I muttered as I watched my cock disappear. I felt dizzy as reality took over for a moment and I realized it was Jake who was sliding down, testing the depth he could reach with his throat, fucking Jake.

I felt the head of my dick reach the back of his throat before it slipped down and warmth gripped me tightly. I let out a huff of breath, leaning back and unable to stop staring at every little movement he made. His mouth around my cock was just as good as the feeling of it pressed against mine, and with a low groan, I ran my hand over his buzzed hair.

He pulled back, eyes flashing up to mine as he pulled free. “Good?”

Fuck, his nerves had come back, and it was like he was asking permission to continue as well as encouragement. I still didn’t think I could be trusted to guide us through the crazy thing we were doing, but…it was Jake, and I could never be cruel or rough with him.

Well, not emotionally, because the only thing I could think to do was grab the back of his head and pull his face down onto my dick again. He chuckled before he wrapped his lips around me and pleasure returned. I’d had blowjobs before; I’d had blowjobs that felt like my soul was about to be sucked out through my dick in the best possible way.

Jake was no expert; he’d had no practice, so it was a little clumsy, it was inept, and it was the greatest feeling. I watched him with desperate fervor as he experimented and tried what he thought might work. It was probably the case that so long as he didn’t use his teeth or yank my dick off I would have enjoyed it, but leave it to Jake to approach his late-in-life first time giving a blowjob to a guy with the same enthusiasm and passion that he did everything else.

And just like the other night, I was helpless to do anything to stop him, and that was if I could even be bothered to want him to stop.

Except, the feel of his mouth and throat before he pulled back with a faint gag was too damn good. The sight of him, that mountain of a man who was my best friend, the strongest, most capable man I had ever known, kneeling in front of me with my dick in his mouth eagerly was awakening something inside me I had never dreamed existed.

And just when I thought nothing could make it better, he moved his hand, and when I tore my eyes away from what his mouth was doing, I felt an all-new thrill shoot through me. His hand was undoing his pants, and I nearly lost it when he fished himself out, and not only was he as hard as the other night, but he went to work stroking himself. He was jerking off while giving me a blowjob, when not more than a week ago he hadn’t even tried to kiss another man, unlike me.

And he was there, doing that, with me, and clearly enjoying himself.

“Jesus, Jake,” I groaned. “Fucking hell. Jake, I…you gotta…I’m gonna come, man, I’m gonna⁠—”

And of fucking course he didn’t stop because Jake was never one to half-ass anything he put his mind to; I should have known. Sucking me off was one more domino in the line, and I groaned heavily as my stomach tightened. It was too much to keep up the stamina I had trained myself to have years ago. The sight of him on his knees, my dick disappearing into his mouth, his hand stroking his cock, and Christ, he was holding my gaze after I’d told him I was going to come.

And come I did.

I barely thought about the fact that someone could be around and hear me. I bucked up into his mouth with a cry of pleasure. Jake held onto me, keeping me in his mouth, and through my squinting eyes, I could see him swallowing, and the noise I made next was pitiful. Yet he got every drop, and I was left a gasping, shaking mess as I sat on the stool.

“Shit,” he said after he pulled off, his grin lopsided and still jerking himself off.

Fuck my thoughts, somehow, despite my limbs not working as gracefully as they should, I got him onto his back. My pants had ended up at my ankles, and it was impossible to straddle him, so I kicked one leg free and mounted his hips.

He was staring up at me with a look of surprise and wonder, but not losing the arousal on his face, the heat in his eyes. He was still stroking himself, but he stopped to grab my hips and keep me steady. His cock slid up along the crack of my ass and a fresh jolt of…something arced through me. Before I could even evaluate what that feeling was, Jake had figured out how he felt about it because his pupils swelled and he thrust against my ass again, holding onto my hips.