CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Jarrod was sitting in front of the TV, feet on the coffee table and eating ice cream from the tub when I opened my front door. Jarrod waved a spoon at me in greeting, and I leaned over the couch and kissed Jarrod’s scalp, then dropped my keys and wallet in the kitchen, along with Billy’s monsters.
The houseplants on the front porch had looked a little wilted when I had walked in, so I went back into the wilderness of the front yard and found the hose from where it was languishing under an out-of-control plumbago. Turning it on involved scratches, and there was a leak somewhere, but I hauled the hose up onto the porch and spent a peaceful twenty minutes watering each of Yolande’s plants.
When I looked up from a droopy impatiens, Jarrod was leaning against the screen door smiling at me. “How was Billy?” he asked.
I turned the hose off, then slipped my arms around Jarrod’s waist and kissed him.
Jarrod tasted of caramel ice cream, and when I lifted his mouth, I licked his lips. “Billy was OK,” I said. “We both had a cry at the beginning, but I think he’s all right now.”
“Are you?” Jarrod asked, looping his hands behind my neck.
“I am. I think I will be fine.”
***
When I shook Jarrod’s shoulder to wake him, Jarrod mumbled and struggled awake on the couch in the TV room. We’d been busy, busy enough that Jarrod’s back was seized up and I had to help him to his feet. He hung onto me, at least until his back had let go enough he could walk by himself, and Autumn glared at both when she let us out.
Jarrod was in too much pain to worry about Autumn’s disapproval. What did it matter to her who Jarrod shagged in his own time as long as his work was still good?
We went to Jarrod’s flat because it was closer to the brothel, and it had plentiful hot water. my shower might be clean now, but it still wasn’t hot enough.
Jarrod leaned forward and the stream of scalding water hit his back. Then my hands spread over the spasmed muscles, diverting the flow of water, and Jarrod leaned against the tiles and let me unknot the muscles.
My thumbs slid up the side Jarrod’s spine, stretching out the tight muscles underneath the skin, and it felt so good that Jarrod slumped back against me, groaning.
Even over the noise of the shower, Jarrod could hear me chuckling, and he reached behind me and bopped me with the loofah.
“You want me to stop?” I asked and my hand circled over Jarrod’s sacrum where the muscles felt like we had ball-bearings in us.
“Hell, no,” Jarrod said. “You fix my back and I’ll love you forever.” As soon as he’d said it, he kicked himself. Oh yeah, that was the right way to make the guy massaging his back run away.
The internal flinch must have made it to his body because I said, “Sorry, am I touching too hard?”
Swiveling his head enough to kiss me wasn’t an option, not with his back in the mess it was, so Jarrod turned around and kissed me, pushing me back until we were both out of the stream of water and my back was pressed hard against the screen.
my cock was rock hard against Jarrod’s belly and lust jolted through Jarrod. “Give me twenty minutes,” he murmured against my neck. “And I’ll be with you.”
Once I had lifted my weight off the glass screen, Jarrod slid it open and reached for a towel.
Dripping water across the carpet, Jarrod put the coffee percolator on and rummaged through the pill containers in his pack. He took a Viagra, then as an afterthought, Vicodin. There were real advantages to Eamon having a pet doctor, a steady supply of prescription drugs was invaluable.
I was singing in the shower in a language that Jarrod couldn’t identify and it made Jarrod smile. If nothing else it was revenge on the people next door with our high volume daytime television. Jarrod couldn’t tell whether I had intended to miss the high note, but he’d slid all over it like an octopus on ice-skates. Perhaps the song was supposed to sound like that.
The coffee gave its final gurgle, competing with me, then the shower shut off, and Jarrod poured two cups of coffee.
“Is that good?” I murmured against Jarrod’s ear, my hand cupping Jarrod through the towel wrapped around his waist. I smelt of coffee and shampoo and my hand was gentle, coaxing Jarrod’s cock awake.
“Yeah,” Jarrod said, and I dropped to my knees in front of Jarrod, pulling the towel aside.
Jarrod wasn’t hard until I was sucking on him, but the slow wet suck of my mouth melted away his tiredness. He exhaled and slid his fingers into my damp hair, not to guide me, just to steady us both.
After a few minutes of relishing me kneeling in front of him, blowing him, Jarrod tugged on the strands of damp hair. “On the bed,” he said when I looked up at him.
On the bed, we settled with our cocks in each other’s mouths. This was hot and familiar, and so far removed from letting strangers have sex with him, that lust surged through Jarrod and let his hips rock, easing his cock in and out of my mouth.
Jarrod pressed two fingers into the crack of my ass, where sweat and moisture from my shower clumped my hair, and I groaned, this deep slow noise that Jarrod felt rather than heard.
It was easy to roll away from me on the bed, and I protested, “What?” then groaned in anticipation as Jarrod knelt up and guided me over onto his belly.
Doing this without latex was heaven, and Jarrod launched right in. Another time, he’d tease us both, use his tongue, build up the anticipation, but not this time. We were both too turned on.
Sucking at the ridged skin, Jarrod worked his tongue into me, and I yelled and clutching at Jarrod’s legs and feet where I could reach them.
Oh yeah, this was good. I was writhing underneath Jarrod’s mouth now, alternating between grinding my cock down into the bedding and pushing my ass back up against Jarrod’s mouth and when Jarrod lifted his eyes, he could see the myriad beads of sweat on the small of my back.
Once upon a time, I had a medical student as a fuck buddy, and this guy had explained which bit of the autonomic nervous system stimulated by sex, and why people’s backs got sweaty, but I was damned if I could remember the details right then. Drew had known other things too, freaky things that I didn’t have the medical expertise to do by myself, but God, we’d had fun.
An inane TV show went on next door and Jarrod lifted his head and licked the sweat off the small of my back. The quilt was muffling my moans now, as Jarrod licked his way up my spine but Jarrod rather suspected there were explicit requests being murmured into the cotton and down, requests Jarrod was more than happy to fulfill.
Jarrod rolled I over onto his side and rolled a condom on himself, then pushed two well-lubed fingers into my ass. By propping himself up on one elbow, Jarrod could watch need and hunger flicker across my face. I was open and ready for Jarrod. Perhaps, the combination of being rimmed by Jarrod and still a little loose from the day before, I was ready to be taken.
I slumped onto the bed with full abandonment, my legs sprawled across the bunched up quilt, my hand pumping my cock, that got to Jarrod ever time. I surrendered control with more willingness than anyone else Jarrod had ever been with, I handed myself over. Jarrod leaned forward and kissed my neck, pressing his fingers in deeper, running them over the soft flesh that enclosed them, turning his hand at the wrist.
The way I was, I’d come to the instant Jarrod if touched my prostate, so Jarrod didn’t do that. He kept his fingers deep inside me and rubbed his thumb over my coccyx, soothing me a little.
“Now,” I said. “Faster!.”
“Alright, babe,” Jarrod said, and he slid his fingers out and kissed my neck again.
We matched groans as Jarrod slid in, and Jarrod wrapped his hand over the top of me and stilled his fingers. “Wait for me?” he murmured.
“I don’t know if I can,” I said, but his hand dropped away from his cock, anyway.
Jarrod curled his fingers around my hipbone and moved into me slow and hard
Next door, the crowd chanted and Jarrod closed his eyes and focused on the tight grip of my body. I would not hold back for long, not when I was now rocking back against every thrust in a mutual rhythm that had us both groaning.
I broke the rhythm first, stroking my cock hard and fast, crying out, clamping down around Jarrod. Jarrod held back for a little longer, long enough to savor me letting go, falling forward onto the quilt, then he was coming too, groaning and sweating and sliding in the lube and sweat.
It was me that got rid of the condom and dragged the quilt over the pair, and Jarrod curled up against my back when he climbed back into bed.
Through the flat wall, the crowd roared in righteous anticipation of someone’s impending public humiliation and Jarrod kissed my shoulder, his eyes already closing. Lust and artificial stimulants could only keep him awake for a certain time, he had to sleep.
My phone woke Jarrod, and he grumbled when I sat up and reached for it. I couldn’t turn my phone off, it might be my lawyer ringing him with the news.
“Yeah, I was asleep,” I said, “but that’s OK, I know the rest of the world works office hours. What can I do for you?”
Jarrod could hear the voice on the phone speaking, too faint for him to make out any words. The one-sided conversation went on for what seemed far too long, and Jarrod reached out a hand and touched my back, just to let him know he was awake.
The muscles were solid under Jarrod’s hand, locked tight, and he heard me swallow. Something strained my voice when I said, “No, I’ve got that… Yes, I’ll be there. Thanks, for everything.”
I put the phone down on the bedside table and stayed where I was, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Are you all right?” Jarrod asked, sitting up behind me. “Was that your lawyer with news?”
Jarrod could see the muscles in the side of my jaws working, then he shook his head.
“No. That was Brittany, my agent’s PA. I’ve got a screen test.”
“That’s great,” Jarrod said. “What’s it for?”
I turned around to face Jarrod and shook my head, looking stunned. “I’m not sure,” I said. “But it’s a good one.”
Jarrod whooped with delight and threw himself into my arms, sending us both sprawling and banging the bed into the wall. Next door, Judge Judy got louder, and Jarrod wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me, grinning. “Oh god,” he said. “You will be amazing.”
A slow smile crept across my face and I hugged Jarrod back.