Page 23 of In Too Deep

Harrison did.

His strokes quickened and Jake fucking moaned. Loudly. Christ, he couldn’t remember the last time a handjob had reduced him to that.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Jake caught Harrison’s mouth again, chasing more. “Don’t bloody stop.”

Harrison’s smile brushed his lips.

And Jake groaned.

Fucking groaned.

Fuck this.

He couldn’t stand the space between them anymore. Couldn’t stand Harrison standing there all buttoned up and controlled while Jake was stark bollock naked and rapidly losing the ability to remember his own name.

So he moved into him.

Harrison gave ground at first, still kissing him, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

Then he stopped.

Jake felt it immediately. The sudden resistance beneath his hands. Harrison’s mouth still against his, but no longer moving.

So Jake stopped too.

For a second neither of them did anything.

Harrison opened his eyes.

There it was again. That hint of uncertainty. Not about Jake—Jake was beginning to understand that now. About himself. About whatever line existed in Harrison’s head between wanting this and actually letting himself have it.

Jake didn’t pull him any closer.

Harrison glanced at the bed behind him, then back at Jake. For a second, Jake couldn’t read him.

Then something in Harrison’s expression levelled out.

He smiled.

And kicked off his bloody shoes.

Jake’s pulse gave a stupid little kick of its own.

Harrison then sat on the edge of the mattress, shuffling further back without taking his eyes off Jake. By the time he stopped, there was nothing uncertain about the way he was looking at him. Those fucking eyes had gone dark and heavy, fixed on Jake as though he’d already decided exactly what he wanted.

Well.

That was invitation enough.

Jake climbed onto the bed after him and settled between Harrison’s thighs, then leaned down and caught his mouth with his own.

Fuck, he’d wanted this.

So Jake went for him.

He kissed him hard, sliding one hand into Harrison’s hair as his mouth travelled along the sharp line of his jaw and down into the warmth of his neck. Harrison tipped his head back for him, and fuck, that only made Jake want more.

More skin, for a start.