Page 53 of Uncharted

“Yeah,” he said, and though it was Jake, so I shouldn’t have been surprised by his bluntness, it was the fact that he was…enjoying himself. There were no worries or fear in his eyes, no confusion about what he was feeling. He was naked, wet, hard, and enjoying groping the only guy he had ever groped, and it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Sheesh, what I wouldn’t give for a bit of that in my own head.

Which, speaking of head. “Get on the bed, dork.”

“Clothes,” he said, and I swallowed when I realized he was talking about my clothes.

“And if someone comes in?”

“And who’s going to come in?” he wondered. “Your brother, who’s probably groping his ex-current-boyfriend? Our boss, who’s probably having the time of his life dealing with his ‘in need of an outlet’ boyfriend? Carter and Mav? Who none of us are sure if they are or aren’t an item and might also be gettin’ some? Or Trevor, who’s married to the garage. Cait, who doesn’t come out here? Oh yeah, and what the fuck does it matter if you’re naked or not? You’re still plannin’ on suckin’ my dick? That’s gonna be obvious with or without your clothes on.”

There was that.

“Sure,” I said, not sure what he would get out of seeing my naked body, but it was hard to argue with Jake…especially when he was having one of his rare moments of logic.

I stripped as he got onto the bed, and damned if he didn’t stay hard the entire time. His eyes swept over me, green overtaken by the black again, and I felt awkward standing there with none of my clothes on, dick sticking out from my body in a way I hadn’t felt since the fumbling attempts with my first girlfriend.

“Might not be into guys,” he said slowly and despite part of me feeling relief that I was free from having to figure all this out if he was willing to bail now, the other part of me was hurt that it took me getting naked for it to happen…and disappointed that it was going to end. “But I’m definitely into you…kinda cool.”

Of course, that was where he was going with that.

“BDE,” I muttered as I crawled onto the bed, reminding myself it wasn’t the first time I’d been between someone’s legs.

“Huh?”

“Shut up.”

I didn’t want to get into an entire conversation about BDE and Colin’s sense of humor, so I grabbed his dick and brought it to my mouth before he could come up with something to say. It worked out nicely because he shut right up as I took the head of his dick into my mouth and bent down. It was a little harder from that angle, I realized, and after popping off to help him shift so he was sitting rather than lying, I gave it another shot.

It was more or less the same difficulty as the shower had been, but I didn’t have the pain of the tiles. Instead, I noticed that the weight of his cock against my tongue was pleasing in a way that was like when he squeezed me in a death grip in the middle of the night sometimes. The feel of it sliding down my throat wasn’t going to win any awards, that was for sure, but I loved the way he sounded when I did it.

In all fairness, it was his reaction that took it from something I wasn’t sure about and catapulted it into something fun. Who knew that moaning your name and growling in pleasure was erotic, but hell, I guess I owed some exes an apology for how quiet I could be in the sack.

Jake though? He clearly wasn’t the sort to hold back, and I had never heard him say my name in such a low tone that could have been a threat, except his cock pulsed against my tongue when he said it, like I was doing exactly what he needed. Like I was the only thing he wanted or needed.

His fingers slid up and down the back of my neck and down to my shoulder blades, where his fingers pushed against the skin and he shuddered. I remembered he’d done something similar when he’d been fucking against my ass and when he’d been jerking himself off with my cum as lube, and oh God, that memory had been⁠—

“Reno, pull off or don’t, but don’t stop for long either way,” he managed in a tight voice.

Well, fuck that. If he could swallow, then I wasn’t going to be a spitter; that was for quitters. The thought might have made me laugh at any other time, but his warning came to fruition within seconds, and I held onto his thigh as I felt the first burst from his cock. It was salty and warmer than I had expected as it splashed over my tongue, and I swallowed instinctively as it pressed against my throat. The next spurt went right down my throat, and the third slid down over my tongue as I continued to bob until his stomach was twitching from overstimulation.

“Fuck yeah,” he said like some guy who had just watched his team win a game.

“Dork,” I muttered, dick straining against the bed.

His eyes narrowed. “I know ya aren’t gonna lay there, dick hard, and not take care of it.”

“I—”

“Fuck. Look, if ya wanna be weird in between, fine. But don’t dare act like I’m not gonna wanna see ya get yours after I got mine,” he said in a voice I was pretty sure was supposed to be threatening threatening, not sexy threatening.

And how crazy was it that it turned me on more?

“C’mere, I wanna try somethin’, on my legs,” he said, patting his thighs.

“You want me to come on your legs?”

“No…straddle my hips, ya weirdo.”