Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Jamie didn't know Billy's like, intimate thoughts. He knew he read Stephen King and had the kind of fashion sense that was on point and hella gay at the same time, he knew he was like, sexually pretty open about having it and that he had a family that were pretty open about other stuff too. He hadn't like, opened a file on the guy, but there was other stuff crammed in there and literally most of it had nothing to do with how he liked to get fucked. He knew this, the way the guy laughed and talked all the way through until he couldn't like, be all that verbose. Jamie wasn't like, chatty? When he was way, way into it, but he breathed out laughter against Billy's throat, the vulnerability of the guy's veins pulsating under his lips.
"I feel like that's a serious ask when I have no blood flow to my brain right now," as Billy braced his fingers against the back of Jamie's neck and god it felt good to have like, contact. His skin felt like every nerve ending was reaching out for the guy to touch him now but that was nothing compared to how hot the guy felt. Like, aside from how hot he was metaphorically. Billy felt like scorched metal, smooth as silk and Jamie figured winter was probably like, his season or something and thought vaguely, briefly of how much the guy would HATE Florida.
But like, okay, his gut swooped looking into Billy's face, mussed hair back against the comforter. Jamie grinned. It was quicksilver, there and gone as he hooked the fingers of his right hand into the guy's briefs, and tugged, coaxing them past the like, trail of hair that curled south. Which, he kind of sucked in his own breath at the degree to which getting his hand wrapped around silky-hard warm skin sent a shard of heat straight through his own belly.
"I've thought about this, like, a lot," Jamie confessed casually, as he retreated down the guy's body to the breadth of his knees, and like, pressed a biting kiss into the crease of groin and thigh. And then he mouthed over Billy's cockhead, heavy on spit and tongue, before like, sliding his mouth over balls, taint and back up to head. The basic premise was like, a lot of wet heat and making the guy's spine twist upward.