Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Billy’s smile hitched up higher as he felt the heat of Jamie palming over the line of his hipbone, leaning into it, angling his hips down and pressing into the touch so that he was basically grinding gently, slowly, against Jamie’s lap. His cock had been stirring with interest since Jamie’s hand grazed over the angles of his shoulder blades, and now he was at least halfway to hard, and stiffening when he tilted just-so and grazed zipper to zipper with the guy’s jeans. He was more than fine with the tuck of Jamie’s thumb into his briefs, permission granted just as much as it’d been assumed. He hummed softly, then darted his tongue out to lick against the spot just in front of Jamie’s earlobe because that’s where his mouth happened to be at the time.
Jamie was really fucking pretty. Like, almost unfairly so? The crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and the way that one of his eyes was blue bisected with brown, all of it was very much a heavy weight of lust in Billy’s stomach that dropped down as he sat back a little and looked at the guy’s face close up. “Compared to here? It’s fucking tiny, dude,” he retorted, tilting his hips down harder as retort just as much the good-natured eye roll that came with it. But then Jamie’s mouth turned otherwise occupied, tongue laving over and between Billy’s fingers, and he hummed in soft appreciation. It was hot enough that he pulled his fingers out of the guy’s mouth and leaned down to kiss him, closed-lipped, just a brush of warm that was almost chaste.
He arched against the slide of Jamie’s hand up his bare back line a cat, which also had the added benefit of angling his hips harder into the guy’s lap. “I still have the same reasons, and other ones. Nothing that’s going to get me hot for taking you up on your promises, though.” He reached up with the hand that had spit-slick fingers and smoothed it over the spill of Jamie’s hair.
“I don’t know, just as far away from here as possible. If I didn’t have people here that I care about.”