Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Billy could, in theory, appreciate the need for quiet. Pure theory, though. He hadn’t ever had actual practice in having to keep quiet. So he hummed, softly but distinctly, as he angled his hips up and ground against Jamie’s leg where his thigh was pressed between Billy’s. “You didn’t,” he agreed, smile a little breathless, and leaned up enough once his shirt was off to lick over the guy’s upper lip. “But I’ve seen it, and I can guarantee I would love that dick up my ass. Since, y’know, you kinda threat-promised to fuck me after the last time.”
It was pedantic, but it also seemed very inherently Jamie, and the warmth of his voice dripped like molten steel down Billy’s spine. He arched up into the press of the guy’s mouth against the flat muscle of his abs, then shuddered as Jamie’s mouth moved further downward and grazed against the hard line of his dick where it was straining against his briefs.
“Shit,” he exhaled, a little shaky, a lot throaty. “You might have to keep my mouth busy so I can promise that.”