Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
The apartment was cute, which was something that Billy filed away. He knew that Jamie was a dancer, that he was open to discovering new kinds of music and was pretty non-judgemental, like, in general. He knew that the guy’s laughter was bright and liquid heat against his skin and he also knew that he wouldn’t have minded if Jamie’s mouth latched onto the delicate skin of Billy’s throat and left marks by which he could remember the guy.
“Okay, fair,” he allowed, snickering softly and threading his fingers up and into the soft strands of hair along the back of the guy’s skull. Billy’s nails were filed down to blunt as he raked against Jamie’s scalp. His hips arched up and into the graze of breath and lip and teeth along his groin. Billy had sat up a little, leaned his weight on his elbow so that he could stare down at Jamie’s attention as he lavished it against Billy’s cock, swirling heat of his tongue and nosing through Billy’s pubes. “Jesus. Fuck, Jamie, yes. Just like, for the record, I’m not going to last. I’ve been thinking about you fucking me for weeks.”