Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Jamie didn't appreciate quiet. It wasn't like, a thing, he didn't get hard over memories of jerking off quietly under a blanket or something. It was necessity, and tbh he didn't appreciate it a whole lot, because Jamie's memory of the guy was supplied with a soundtrack of like, varying volumes but all of it that snarled something warm and liquid in his belly and tightened everything up south of his stomach. The friction was like, appreciated even if it was his thigh getting the action. He could feel the pressure of the guy's dick nudging the meat of his thigh in undulations of the guy's hips, which ftr was impressive as fuck, given Billy was back down on the bedspread and like, most of the way to naked.
"Threat-promised?" Jamie's voice belled out around it, like laughter was a warm, melted caramel on his tongue. "Definitely not in my like, lexicon until now but definitely keeping." Which he said while he stroked a palm over the guy's chest, leisurely taking in abs, pecs and the guy's nipple, tweaked between his fingers mostly out of curiosity to see if Billy like, responded. "We'll get there. But like, we've got time." He could feel the heat that had climbed the back of his neck, stained his throat in like, reactive arousal to Billy's spine-length twitch on the bed and breathed-in musk through cotton.
"Unless you've got somewhere to be?" Jamie looked obligingly up at Billy, through the sift of his own hair, his eyes lazy-mirthful around ink-dark swelling pupil, and kissed the guy, cockhead through cotton with wet heat and a little suction before both palms went down on the side of the bed and Jamie took advantage of height, body-weight and like, position and shit, to kiss Billy hard, slants of tongue and the scrape of teeth over the guy's bottom lip.
"Because like, if you need to go," which he made as meaningful as possible, against the guy's mouth before like, tilting Billy's jaw to one side with his fingertips to put a stinging little kiss on the join between jaw and throat. "You can come some other time." Which would have been way hotter if he could keep from laughing, hot breath ghosting over Billy's neck. "I really fucking hope you're not leaving, for the record."