Chapter Nine
Jamie could hear the laughter from the living room, knew what they all thought was about to happen, and didn’t give a shit that they were absolutely correct.
The moment the door closed, he threw himself at Olle, who caught him, holding him up so he could wrap his legs around Olle’s waist and kiss him hard.
“It’s okay I asked you to stay, right?” Olle asked when their lips parted.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I mean—”
“I know what you mean, and I’m okay with them knowing. I’m okay with any of our families and friends knowing. Not that we have to. We can keep it to the small group who know now, if you want.”
“You haven’t told your family?” Olle sounded skeptical. He knew how close Jamie was to his sister.
Jamie unwrapped his legs and slid back to his feet, suddenly nervous. He’d been thinking for a while that he and Olle should have a talk about what this is. Where they were going. “They know there’s someone,” he said.
“But not who?”
Jamie shrugged. “I wasn’t sure…I mean, you and I hadn’t talked about it, so I wasn’t sure if I should tell anyone else.”
“You can tell them,” Olle said.
“Tell them what?” Jamie asked cautiously.
“That I’m your boyfriend.”
Jamie grinned. “Oh yeah? And when were you going to tell me that?”
Olle drew up short. “Aren’t I?”
“No—yes. You are. I mean, I want you to be. I just wasn’t sure if that’s how you saw this.”
Olle looked almost offended. “This isn’t a fling.”
“No, of course not,” Jamie agreed, laughing and breathless with relief.
“Why is that funny?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie admitted. “I’m just happy. I was worried…” Jamie bit his lip. Now he knew they were good, he didn’t need to go down that road.
“Worried about what?”
“Nothing. It’s not important now.”
Olle bent down to look directly into Jamie’s eyes. It was impossible to look away. “What?”
“That it was just an experiment?”
Olle jerked upright. “No.”
Jamie waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “Just…no?”
“I’m not—this isn’t…” Olle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This may be new, but it’s not an experiment. I’m sure about this. About you.”
“Okay. Good,” Jamie said, his hands sliding around Olle’s waist to rest above his hips. “I’m sure about you, too.”
Olle kissed him sweetly. “Any more questions?”
“Nope. I’m all out for now.”
Olle cupped his hand along Jamie’s jaw and dragged his thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. “Good, because it’s getting late.”
“Oh, yeah? You got big plans?” Jamie teased.
Olle ran a hand over his hip and cupped his ass, his fingers digging in. “Maybe I do.”
A hot flush stole over Jamie’s entire body. He licked his lips and saw how Olle’s eyes tracked the motion. “Tell me what you want,” Jamie begged, his brain practically exploding with ideas.
Olle stalked forward, his hands guiding Jamie until he was trapped between Olle’s big body and the bed. Jamie squirmed, his thighs pressed against the mattress.
“Can I fuck you?”
Jamie shivered. He was never going to get over how Olle was shy most of the time, but could say something like that while he was staring Jamie in the eyes.
“Yes,” Jamie gasped. He wanted that so much, which he’d probably made obvious over the past few weeks.
Olle smiled, his lips still curved when they pressed to Jamie’s. His tongue stole into Jamie’s mouth.
Jamie melted against him, hanging in his grasp, drowning in Olle. Jamie may have been the one with experience, but Olle was no shrinking violet. He kissed Jamie breathless, then ended it with a nip to his lower lip. He continued to press kisses to Jamie’s cheeks, eyelids, and temples.
“How?” Olle murmured as he nibbled his way down Jamie’s neck.
“How what?” Jamie groaned, having completely lost the thread of their conversation.
“How do I fuck you?”
Jamie lifted his head and blinked up at Olle. “Um…I mean you—I…” Did he really not know? Jamie started at least a half dozen sentences but couldn’t string together the words.
Olle burst into laughter. He buried his face in Jamie’s neck, snorting with giggles even as he cupped Jamie’s ass and wedged his fingers into the crease, right up against his hole. “I understand the mechanics,” Olle gasped, still trying to get himself back under control. “I was asking about the position.”
Jamie slumped with relief, because for a second there he’d thought he was going to have to have the gay birds-and-the-bees talk. Olle captured his mouth and Jamie scrambled backward to get up on the bed. Olle helped, lifting him and moving with him and doing whatever he could so their lips didn’t part for more than a few seconds.
Clothes fell away or were tossed. Jamie wasn’t sure anymore, and he didn’t particularly care. As long as his hands could skim over Olle’s wide chest and flat belly, as long as Olle’s warm, thick thigh was wedged between his, Jamie knew everything he needed to know.
He ended up on his back on the bed, Olle between his thighs, their cocks pressed together, hard and leaking. Jamie loved being squished into the mattress by his oversized boyfriend—not getting over being able to call him that any time soon—but Jamie could guess this was the reason Olle had asked about positions. If Olle didn’t practically fold himself in half, Jamie was left staring at his chest.
Jamie considered rolling over, getting on his hands and knees or putting himself ass up, but kissing would be difficult and Jamie wanted to be able to see Olle’s face. That made the decision easier. In what was becoming his signature move, Jamie heaved his body up off the mattress, pushing Olle to the side until he landed on his back and Jamie could climb up over him.
Olle lay back, arms spread, smile lethal.
Jamie nudged at his ribs, making Olle squirm up the bed until he was propped against the pillows and the headboard. He bent his knees, and Jamie settled into his lap. They groaned when Jamie canted his hips and their cocks rolled together.
“Like this?” Jamie said, running his hands up Olle’s chest.
Olle grabbed a couple more pillows, propped his shoulders higher, and curled his palm around the back of Jamie’s neck to pull him in for a long kiss. “Yes,” he murmured when they came up for air. “This is perfect.”
He skimmed his thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone, and ran a hand all the way down Jamie’s back, tucking his fingertips into the crease of Jamie’s ass and making him wriggle.
Then he had a sudden, terrible, thought. “Do you have lube? And condoms?”
A slow smile grew on Olle’s face. “Now you think of this?”
Jamie poked Olle in the chest. “To be fair, I came over for dinner. I never in my wildest dreams thought we’d get Dad and Dad’s blessing for a sleepover.”
Olle laughed, stretching his arm out to reach his bedside table and pulling the drawer open. Jamie dove for the contents as soon as he saw what was inside.
Settled back onto Olle’s lap, he swiveled his hips in a dirty grind and watched pleasure race over Olle’s face. He kept at it as he popped open the cap to the lube and squirted some onto his fingers.
Olle’s stopped him with a hand wrapped around his wrist. “What are you doing?”
Maybe he needed to do that birds-and-the-bees thing after all. “Um…I have to, you know, prepare myself for…”
He trailed off when Olle shook his head, clearly amused, and maybe just a little exasperated, before tugging the bottle of lube from Jamie’s hand.
Jamie sat there with lube trickling down his fingers until Olle guided his hand down.
“You use that here,” he said, pressing Jamie’s hand to his dick and making him hiss. “And I’ll handle this,” he said, running a fingertip over Jamie’s hole.
Jamie shuddered.
“If that’s okay?” Olle asked, circling his fingertip again.
Jamie nodded, no longer able to speak. He ran a slick hand up his shaft and what little blood was left in his brain went straight to his cock.
Olle could watch Jamie’s face all night. He could get off just on the way Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut and he chewed on his lips, the wriggle of his hips as he slid his slick hand up and down his cock. Then Olle’s.
He almost fumbled the lube, but managed to save it at the last second and spare himself another laughing fit when Jamie became worried, again, that Olle didn’t know how two men could have sex together.
Olle knew. In fact, he was accumulating a list in his head of all the ways he wanted to have sex with Jamie. It was not a short list, either.
He slicked his fingers and tapped at Jamie’s tight hole, rubbing the lubricant around the skin and letting Jamie get used to the growing pressure. Jamie hummed happily.
“Is there anything I should know?” Olle asked as he pushed a little harder, the tip of his middle finger dipping between the tightly furled muscles before retreating.
Jamie gasped. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. I usually go fast, but I like it to burn a little and you might not.”
Jamie’s eyes snapped open. “I thought you never—”
“I like fingering myself,” Olle said, his cheeks getting warm, but his eyes steady on Jamie’s. He really needed to disabuse him of this idea that he was that inexperienced.
“You do?”
“Yes. Next time it can be you fucking me. If you want.”
Jamie’s face went from pink to red, but Olle didn’t think it was embarrassment. No, based on the way Jamie was practically strangling his own cock, he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” Jamie muttered.
Olle took that as the perfect time to slip his middle finger into Jamie’s ass.
Jamie’s head fell back on his neck and he groaned. “Olle.”
Arousal throbbed in Olle, barely leaving him with the coordination to kiss Jamie and cut off whatever else he might say before they either got kicked out or the entire household started applauding.
Jamie gripped Olle’s hair in a tight fist and kissed him back, his hips rolling slowly as he fucked himself on Olle’s finger. Olle held his hand steady and gave Jamie the resistance he needed, letting Jamie take control while Olle kissed him long and as hard.
When he pulled his lips away, he pressed his forehead to Jamie’s and whispered, “You have to be quiet.”
Jamie never stopped moving, still fucking himself with Olle’s dick caught between them. “Okay,” he murmured.
Olle was desperate to move things along, his cock leaking onto his belly, his balls drawn up tight. He teased the tip of his index finger around Jamie’s rim, feeling how the muscle gave.
Jamie stuttered to a stop, his mouth dropping open when Olle pressed the second finger inside.
“Good?”
Jamie nodded, face flushed and eyes almost feverishly bright. Olle was trying not to look any one place too long or think about how tight and hot Jamie was inside.
They both groaned when Jamie started moving again. Olle met his thrusts this time, scissoring his fingers gently. Jamie liked that, nodding even more vigorously but staying silent as he picked up his pace and Olle stretched him further. Olle swore that the next time they did this, it would be somewhere they could yell their fucking heads off if they wanted.
Jamie kept rocking, and Olle kept stretching him open, keeping a careful eye on Jamie’s face for signs of pain or discomfort. Jamie seemed lost to whatever he was feeling, his eyes on Olle but his gaze vague, his blinks slow.
His hands, pressed to Olle’s chest above his heart, began to tremble.
Olle added more lube, pushing it into Jamie until his fingers moved with almost no resistance. When Jamie’s eyebrows drew down, when the pinch of his teeth on his poor, abused lower lip got white around the edges, Olle slid the third finger in.
He was ready to kiss Jamie if he let out a shout. To reverse course if he looked freaked out or uncomfortable. Olle knew how much the third finger could be. He loved it, but not everyone was like him.
Jamie surprised him by seeming to come back into himself, his eyes narrowed and focused, his hand suddenly patting across the mattress beside them. He made a triumphant noise and held a condom aloft, then ripped the foil open with his teeth. Olle bit his cheek hard, the pain a necessary distraction as Jamie made quick work of rolling the latex down Olle’s shaft.
It was a miracle Olle didn’t blow on the spot.
Jamie curled his hand around Olle’s cock. “I’m ready,” he said, breathless, knee walking higher and keeping his hold on Olle.
Olle eased his fingers out of Jamie’s ass. “What do you want me to do?”
Jamie smiled, his tongue caught between his teeth as he settled above Olle. “Hold still.”
Olle nodded, his breath stuttering when the head of his cock pressed against Jamie’s hole. Olle had the somewhat hysterical thought that there was no way he was going to fit, that bodies just couldn’t work this way.
He kept that to himself rather than prove Jamie’s suspicions about how naïve he was. He ran his hands up and down Jamie’s trembling thighs, cupping his ass to support some of his weight and spreading him open in the process.
“Yes,” Jamie hissed, putting more weight into Olle’s hands. Jamie’s body gave in to the pressure. Olle swore to fucking god he could feel every single millimeter Jamie stretched open.
Olle lay panting, the pressure on his cock so intense, so tight, it almost hurt. He worried this was hurting Jamie and was about to tell Jamie to stop, to suggest they go back to fingering and maybe come that way, when the head of his cock popped past Jamie’s rim and the muscles clamped around him.
“Oh my fucking god—mmph—”
Jamie’s mouth cut off his exclamation, but holy shit, how was Olle supposed to keep his shit together when Jamie was like a vice around him? Incredible heat and pressure concentrated right on the head of his cock made him want to scream with pleasure.
Olle didn’t know what the hell he’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been anything this overwhelming. He eased back from Jamie’s kiss, murmuring soft apologies for being too loud. For stretching Jamie open this far. His fingers traced the stretched skin around his shaft, amazed.
Jamie laughed, breathlessly, and Olle stared up at his beautiful face. He couldn’t stop touching where his cock disappeared into Jamie’s body. He had a sudden, brilliant flash of what it would be like to have Jamie spearing into his body this way.
“Next time I want you to fuck me,” he whispered hoarsely.
Jamie’s laughter died with a whimper. “Let’s finish this first, okay?” he said, then sank further down Olle’s shaft.
Olle’s head spun, his thighs trembling from holding still so long. Jamie took another moment to adjust before taking up a slow rhythm that worked Olle’s cock deeper with each roll of Jamie’s hips.
Olle ran his hands over Jamie’s back, his ass and his thighs, occasionally dipping between their bodies, unable to resist tracing the place they were joined. Every time he sank farther into Jamie, a little more of his control slipped from his grasp.
He didn’t move, though. He’d said he wouldn’t move.
Jamie pressed his palms to Olle’s chest, using his arms as leverage as he lifted himself up. Then he let his weight and gravity do the work as he slid down to press fully into Olle’s lap. Sweat trickled down Olle’s face, down the back of his neck. He wanted to move so badly he shook.
Jamie’s eyes fluttered shut and that was almost Olle’s undoing. He watched avidly as Jamie shifted minutely, here and there, settling more fully onto Olle’s cock. His face twitched, flushed with pleasure and never more gorgeous.
“Fuck, Olle,” he murmured. “You feel amazing.”
Olle nodded. “So…so do you.”
Jamie opened his eyes and frowned. “Are you okay?”
Olle tried to smile, but it wobbled. “I really want to move,” he confessed.
Jamie looked sympathetic but didn’t take back his request for Olle to hold still. Instead, he shifted more of his weight to his arms to slowly lift himself off Olle, and holy hell, Olle tried not to squirm, but the drag of Jamie’s tight rim up his cock was fucking exquisite, his quick descent mind-blowing.
Olle clapped a hand over his mouth, not trusting himself. His skin prickled with sweat, his heels digging into the bed to hold them steady, to try to ground himself.
Jamie bit his lip, his face a mask of concentration as he fucked himself on Olle’s cock again. And again. Soon he was landing in Olle’s lap with a solid thump and a soft cry, the mattress bouncing beneath them as Olle’s cock went deep into the tight clench of Jamie’s ass. Jamie picked up speed and pleasure fired through Olle’s body, his spine arching as Jamie took him to the edge of reason.
“Now. Now you can move. Please,” Jamie said, a quiet and heartfelt plea.
Olle snapped his hips up, meeting Jamie’s ass with a firm smack before they landed on the bed together. Olle couldn’t stop the noise that came up out of his chest. His heart. Jamie’s hand gripped Olle’s shoulder, so tight there would be bruises in the morning, but that and Olle’s hand on his hip kept Jamie stable as he and Olle rocked against one another, their motions frantic. It was less of a graceful dance and more of a desperate wrestling match, but they’d get better at this. They’d practice all the time if Olle had anything to say about it. They were professional athletes, by god. They would master the hell out of this.
Olle started to lose what little rhythm he had, his orgasm clawing at him. He almost slipped out of Jamie, his coordination blown, before thrusting back in at a different angle.
Jamie let out a frantic, high-pitched noise, his hips canting like he was chasing Olle’s cock, chasing the sensation. Olle stayed still, shaking and furiously trying to stave off his orgasm, until Jamie made the noise again, having found the angle he wanted. Needed.
Now it was Jamie who held still, while Olle thrust into him, hard and fast, and Jamie stared at him with wide, sightless eyes.
Olle could feel the last tether of his control slipping from his grasp. He curled his hand around Jamie’s cock, dragging his fist up the length, squeezing tight. Jamie screwed his eyes shut, his nails piercing Olle’s shoulder as he nodded. Olle thought he could almost see the climax swelling inside Jamie. He was fucking gorgeous like this—sheened with sweat as he shuddered and keened, teetering on the edge.
From one thrust to the next, Olle lost the battle to hold back his own orgasm, the dam breaking and letting it crash over him. His hips slammed up into Jamie and Jamie rode him back down onto the bed, absolutely coming apart in his arms. In his lap. He pressed his face to Olle’s, his breath gusting across Olle’s lips as he squeezed around Olle’s cock like a vise, a hot splash of his cum spattering across Olle’s abs and dripping into his navel.
Olle wrapped his arms around Jamie, holding him close, breathing in his scent and memorizing every sound. Every sensation. Jamie’s soft skin. The heat pouring off his body. The scratch of his stubble. The width of his shoulders.
But most of all, Olle tried to capture the feeling in his chest. The hot, tight, sweet ache that had been growing beneath his ribs for weeks had bloomed into something big. So big it was scary, but still something Olle wanted more than anything.