Page 154 of In Too Deep

Jake folded over him, bracing his hands either side of Harrison’s head, dark curls spilling across his chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah…” Harrison could have laughed as he wrapped his arms around him to draw him closer. “Though I might be a little more than halfway gone for you now.”

Jake made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

So Harrison slid his hands round to Jake’s hips. “You can move.”

Jake did. Slowly at first, drawing almost all the way out before easing back in. Harrison clung to his shoulders and watched him. Dark curls hung around his face, sweat catching on his chest, and there was that little crease between his brows Harrison knew so well now. He’d seen it while Jake searched for the source of a leaking roof. Seen it behind a drum kit when he was locked into a rhythm.

Now Jake wore it while fucking him.

“God, you’re a beautiful bastard.” Harrison wasn’t entirely sure he’d said that out loud. Hadn’t meant to.

But Jake’s shaky laugh told him he had. “Not so bad yourself.”

Harrison snorted. “Thought you were a lyricist.”

“Busy.” Jake rolled his hips, and whatever comeback Harrison might have had disappeared on a breath.

Because, fuck, that felt good.

So he let himself have it. All of it. The weight of him. The slow stretch and drag each time he moved. Heat building low in his body until the room beyond the bed might as well not have existed.

And how Jake kept looking at him.

Every time Harrison opened his eyes, those blue eyes were right there. Watching him as though he didn’t want to miss a second of this.

Then something changed in his expression.

“Fuck, Harry.” Jake dropped his forehead to Harrison’s, breath hot against his mouth.

Harrison slid a hand into his damp curls. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just…” Jake swallowed, eyes still locked on his. “Fuck. Keep looking at me like that.”

Harrison gripped his hair, pulling him into a kiss. “Wasn’t planning on stopping.”

“Fuck…” Jake drove into him harder.

Harrison gasped.

“You feel so fucking good.” Jake gave a deep roll of his hips. “Been driving myself fucking mad over you. Wanting you like this.”

“Same.” Harrison lifted into the next thrust, sliding his hands from Jake’s hair to his hips. “So keep going.”

“Bossy bastard.”

Harrison caught the smile on Jake’s mouth with his own. And that did something to Jake’s control. The next thrust came harder. The one after it deeper, his breathing turning ragged against Harrison’s lips.

“Fuck, Harry…” Jake groaned. “I’m gonna come. Shit…it’s too fucking soon.”

No.

Harrison wasn’t ready for that yet.

So he gripped Jake firmly by the hips and stopped him. “Hold it.”

“Fuck.” Jake went rigid above him, a shudder tearing through his body, and he barely seemed able to breathe. Then a strained laugh escaped him. “You like holding my cock hostage.”