When I was finally incoherent with lust and desire, Jake positioned me under the hot spray, threw down a towel to kneel behind me, and nudged my legs apart. His hands found my ass cheeks, and his mouth found my crease.
His tongue danced between gentle and firm, alternately teasing me and owning me. My hands shook where they supported my weight against the shower wall, and I finally gave up and tilted my forehead against the cold tile.
“Jake,” I breathed. “Please.”
I couldn’t say more than that without crying out in pleasure as he hit my prostate with a soapy finger.
“Oh god, f-fuck,” I stammered.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured between nibbles of the round flesh of my left cheek. “Want to make you come like this.”
I moaned again and bit my fist as his finger fucked in and out of me. The soapy, slick digit was joined by another until both of them were gently grabbing for my hot button with every thrust.
I couldn’t have held back if I’d wanted to. Jake’s opposite hand came up to grasp my cock and tugged until I screamed out my release. My knees went weak halfway through the orgasm, and I ended up coming all over the shower wall, his hand, and my own knees.
By the time I caught my breath, we were huddled together in a pretzel of wet limbs on top of a soaked towel in the bottom of the bathtub. Jake’s strong arms kept me from slipping down any farther while his whispered reassurances were drowned out by the sound of the shower water.
Finally, I was alert enough to know we were going to run out of hot water any minute. If Jake’s water heater was like mine, when it happened, it would be swift and brutal.
“Let’s dry off and get in bed,” I suggested, struggling to get myself up.
Jake’s deep chuckle vibrated against me as he helped me stand. His arm stayed strongly wrapped around my middle until I was safely dried off and standing firmly on the bath mat in front of the sink. As soon as he dried himself off, he led me to the bedroom and pulled back the thick blankets and flannel sheets for me to hop in.
We lay there on our sides, simply staring into each other’s eyes. I traced his jaw with a finger before thinking of something.
“Have you ever had a best friend?”
“Hm?” Jake’s eyes lifted from their half-mast position. I wondered if I’d lulled him into a semi-asleep state with my caresses.
“You seemed to appreciate and understand my relationship with Zoey. It made me wonder if you’ve ever had someone you were close to that way.” I knew I was treading a fine line by asking such a personal question, and I half expected him not to answer, but when he did, a happy feeling went through my entire being. It felt like the tiniest of wins.
“Mm. I guess I’d say my brother, Zach. We were super close growing up, and I could always tell him anything.”
When he fell silent, I wondered if I should try to press him for more information. But before I could ask him anything else, he whispered to me.
“You really are so beautiful, Oz. Inside and out. Do you know that?”
My heart began to trip like a newborn foal. While he’d said those exact words to me more than once, somehow this time was different. It was… more.
“Jake.”
Jake placed his hand on top of mine and then linked our fingers. He began easing our joined hands down his own side. My palm trailed briefly over the scar on his hip, but I refrained from asking him about it. I expected him to guide my hand to his cock, but instead, he moved it so it was resting on the spot at his lower back, right above his crease.
“Would you… would you be willing to switch things up this time, maybe?” he asked.
My heart nearly thumped all the way out of my chest. “You want me to…”
His eyes were full of need. I’d never seen Jake so vulnerable before.
“I want you inside of me. Want to feel you there, filling me up. Will you do that for me, sweetheart? Please?”
I reached for his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He’d always been so in charge when we’d gotten together in the past. Seeing this side of him nearly brought me to my metaphorical knees. I briefly wondered what was behind the sudden change, but I realized it didn’t matter. This was something Jake both wanted and needed. And while the idea of topping him was making my insides knot with excitement, it was the need to take care of him, to give him what he was asking for, that had me nodding my head.
We kissed for several long minutes before I reached over to the side table to grab what I needed. Both of us were hard and dripping all over each other’s bellies. Jake’s hands were firmly clenched around my ass and kept our cocks together while I fumbled with the condom. Finally, I got it open and reached between us to slide it on myself.