Need pulsed through Jack as Ed yanked at his pants. He lifted his butt off the couch and let Ed slide the jeans down. A quick tug at the hem of Ed’s boxers and Ed’s cock sprang free. Jack hitched his fingers between his underwear and ass and guided them down to his bunched jeans.
Ed’s eyes blazed, lips raw and swollen from their kisses. Jack lifted up and breathed heavily in Ed’s ear. “Make it up to me, Ed. Please.”
Ed pushed Jack down, pressing their cocks together. Their hard shafts rubbed and crossed. Primal lust jolted through him and he clutched Ed’s ass, arching against him.
“Fuck me,” Ed said, letting out a groan over Jack’s shoulder.
Hell yeah, he would.
Jack stretched his legs, toes pushing against the tops of Ed’s feet.
Ed grabbed something from under the couch. Jack heard a small click but was too busy tonguing Ed’s ear to pay attention. Then Ed wrapped warm, wet fingers around both their cocks and Jack jerked into the lubed shell of Ed’s hand. His eyes rolled back as sensation slammed through him, driving him to undulate his hips faster. Ed met his pace, thrusting a half second after Jack so their tips met on an up to his down stroke.
The ache in his balls was the most intense Jack had ever experienced, and he grunted as he massaged Ed’s ass. The friction tore at his control, and he writhed under Ed. “So close,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come really soon.”
“Me too.” Ed jerked their cocks faster.
Jack’s orgasm built and his fingers slid to the crease of Ed’s ass, and the image of flipping Ed onto his back and surging inside him had Jack’s cock throbbing. He pistoned hard as he came, shooting over his chin, chest, and cheek.
A new volley of warm liquid hit his face. Ed threw his head back as he worked their cocks. One final shudder racked his body and he slumped onto him.
Jack tangled his fingers with Ed’s and they locked eyes. “You’re a mess,” Ed said, smiling with such satisfaction, Jack had to laugh.
“Got a towel?” He used his index finger to touch the spot where Ed’s come had hit his face. He rolled his finger through the liquid and sucked it clean.
“I do, but….” Ed winked, leaned closer, and kissed a wet spot under Jack’s chin. He swiped his tongue over his jaw and pressed their lips together. The taste of come on Ed’s tongue had Jack’s cock twitching again. Only then did he produce a small hand towel.
“You were prepared for this little tryst?” Jack cleaned up as best he could in the dim light.
“I told you I can’t think straight around you. I never thought I’d bring a guy home, much less have the hottest sex of my life on my basement couch. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. You. Us.”
Jack pushed up on his elbows. “You weren’t at all afraid someone would come down here?”
“My parents sleep at the other end of the house. Nothing wakes them. My sister is out at a friend’s tonight. Then there’s the creaking stair. Despite all that, yes, I was nervous. Until I became incapable of thinking.”
“I like you incapable of thinking.”
Ed laughed and stirred against him. Jack could most definitely go for another round. He flipped them, taking the time to kick their pants off all the way. He pushed Ed into the couch and took stock of what supplies Ed had stuffed under the couch. Just lube.
Ed didn’t plan on fucking tonight, then. Fine by him. “I want you calling out my name this time—”
Ed’s phone vibrated against the coffee table, making a loud shuddering sound. Ed frowned, and Jack shifted off him when he reached for it.
Ed scanned the message and his face paled. “Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
He leaped off the couch and began shoving himself into his underwear. Jack found Ed’s jeans and handed them to him. “What’s wrong?”
“Becky’s got herself in trouble. I gotta pick her up.”
Jack stuffed himself back into his clothes.
Ed shoved his phone into his pocket, scanning madly around and patting himself. “Where the fuck are my keys?”
Jack located them under the coffee table. They must have fallen out of his pocket. He took Ed’s hand, opened his palm, and set down the keys. “Where is she?”
“A friend’s party. She wasn’t supposed to go there. She sounded drunk.”
Panic filled Ed’s expression, and Jack could guess the horrible scenarios going through his mind. “I’ll drive us to pick her up. Let’s go.”
He hooked Ed by the elbow and steered him through the house and out to his Jeep. Ed kept his head bent over his glowing phone the entire drive to pick up Becky. He’d rung her for the address of the guy’s place where she’d ended up—he’d only managed to get a name, and the rest of the time Ed had called her friends to get directions.