Page 22 of In Too Deep

That earned him the smallest twitch of Harrison’s mouth. Except the uncertainty was still there beneath it, and Jake didn’t want Harrison feeling as though turning up here meant he had to follow through with anything.

“I’ll put summat on.” He stepped away.

Harrison caught his wrist. “Don’t.”

Jake looked at him.

Harrison swallowed, then slowly let go. But he didn’t step back. He dropped his gaze instead, travelling over Jake’s bare chest, lower across his stomach, until it landed between them.

And stayed there.

Jake’s cock twitched beneath the attention.

Harrison drew a breath.

Fuck.

Jake knew how to be looked at. Knew how to make a show of it too. A grin, a filthy comment, a deliberate roll of his hips that usually made it perfectly clear what came next. But something stopped him doing any of that.

So he just stood there.

Let Harrison look.

The silence stretched until Jake could hear Harrison breathing. Could feel his own pulse beating low in his belly, too. Harrison was still fully dressed, tie gone but everything else maddeningly in place, while Jake had nothing between him and that slow, intent stare. And somehow it wasn’t the nakedness getting to him.

It was doing nothing to hide behind it.

Harrison lifted his gaze to Jake’s face.

Then he reached for him. Closed his fingers around Jake’s erection and every smartarse remark Jake had ever learned disappeared from his head. Something changed in Harrison’s face, too. Want, definitely. Nerves, maybe. But beneath both was something else. Wonder, perhaps. As though after three years of believing he would never want this again, he’d finally reached out and discovered he still could.

Harrison exhaled. “God, you feel good in my hand.”

Jake’s mouth kicked up despite the breath catching in his throat. “Looks like we finally agree on summat.”

Then Jake rocked into his grip, only slightly, and Harrison’s eyes dropped again as he swept his thumb over Jake’s cockhead, gathering the slickness there before circling slowly back over it.

Fuck.

Jake flexed his fingers uselessly at his side. He was already too close to the edge for this. Too long without anyone touching him, too many weeks wanting this particular man, and now Harrison was taking his bloody time about it.

Harrison looked up. “Thought I might’ve forgotten how to do this.”

Jake let out a shaky breath. “Clearly fucking haven’t.”

A faint smile tugged at Harrison’s mouth as he stroked him again, leisurely enough that Jake was beginning to suspect the bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

Then Harrison kissed him.

And fuck, that was worse.

Or better.

Yeah. Definitely fucking better.

Because Harrison kept touching him while he kissed him, and Jake rapidly discovered there was something deeply unfair about a man being able to concentrate on doing two incredible things at once when Jake was losing the ability to concentrate on anything.

Jake broke away with a gasp. “Fuck. Okay. Keep doing that.”