Page 54 of Uncharted

“Uh…sure,” I muttered, doing as he said. His hips hadn’t taken too much damage, and he’d been glad that he hadn’t ‘lost my dick or ass,’ which was…very Jake. I was still careful as he gripped my dick and smirked when he saw it wasn’t just the tip that was shimmering from pre-cum, but it had dribbled down the shaft as well. “What are you doing?”

He wiped it up with one finger and then tilted his head back. “Kiss me and jerk off.”

“Sure?” I said in confusion.

“Ya trust me…right? I mean it.”

I still didn’t know what he was up to, but there was only one answer I could give. “Always.”

His features softened, and I leaned forward to kiss him. He groaned against my lips and my hand found my dick in an instant; the sounds threatening to undo me right then and there and I had only just begun to jerk off. Clearly, I had been more than just turned on enough to get hard if I was already primed and ready to go, but apparently that was the new norm between⁠—

Something firm and wet poked my ass. I stiffened as it pushed forward, and I let out a soft gasp. I broke the kiss, my hand slowing. “Jake?”

“Trust,” he said softly.

“I do,” I said and grunted as the finger slid into me with more ease than I would have predicted. “Is that my⁠—”

“And some lube,” he said, nodding his head to the side, and I saw a small bottle. I had no idea where he’d got it from or how I hadn’t noticed him opening it. “Keep going, it helps if ya jerk off.”

“Sure, yeah, okay,” I said, not hating it but not exactly feeling boundless enthusiasm either.

The surprise took the edge off my approaching orgasm, halfway resetting the clock. He was right though, jerking off made it easier to ignore what was happening, even when the sneaky bastard added another finger and I felt the first real stretch inside me. And then his fingers moved, and a new heat grew inside me.

“Fucking, what?” I gasped against his mouth as his fingers moved again, and pleasure that made me spasm jerked through me.

“Keep goin’,” he told me in a soft but commanding voice that I could not help but obey.

It happened again and again; his fingers never stopping inside me. It was building so much; it eclipsed the rise of my orgasm. I didn’t realize what was happening until my body clenched down around his fingers and ecstasy drove through every nerve in my body.

The cry pulled from me wasn’t measured or intended; my back arching as I came harder than I ever had in my life. The chest and stomach we had just diligently cleaned were made a mess of as my cum splattered over him, running in little paths like the water from the shower. I could have sworn I was on the verge of blacking out before collapsing forward, barely able to catch myself on the wall before I hit his ribs or bad arm.

I had no idea how long I hovered there, fighting to make sense of the world and wondering how long it would be until I could lose my senses like that again. In the end, my breathing abated, and I leaned back so I was sitting on his thighs. I had no idea when he had pulled his fingers out of me, but his eyes were locked onto mine.

“Prostate power, baby,” he said.

I stared at him and let out a bark of laughter. “You’re such a dork sometimes, I swear.”

“Maybe,” he said, smirking. “Better hope we’re far enough away though, otherwise your brother heard you come.”

“That’d be the second time,” I muttered, sliding off him.

“What?” he asked, eyes going wide.

“I’m not telling you the story,” I told him. “Not my fault he wasn’t asleep like he was supposed to be.”

He let out a laugh and then stopped, hand coming to his chest and wincing. “Dammit, I can’t even laugh without feelin’ like I’m bein’ stabbed. Can’t work, can’t fuckin’ sit around and have a beer, and can’t⁠—”

I kissed him; it was just a peck, but it was the first time I’d done that when we weren’t actively doing something. It had the effect of shutting him up and even bringing a smile to his face. The kind of smile I’d never seen before, and I wondered if anyone else had brought that smile to his face. And if they had, I didn’t want anyone else to do it again; that should have just been mine.

“Relax,” I told him as I gathered my clothes. “I’m going to clean up. Then I’m going to see about food. Maybe I’ll bring something here.”

“Yay, bed rest,” he grumbled, and I smiled.

“I mean, I was going to steal a TV and bring my Switch over so I can kick your ass, but if you would rather pout.”

“Ooh, that, please!”

“BDE,” I said with a smile as I got dressed, seeing how much lighter and happier he was than he’d been in days. And…I had done that.