Try Ch. 02

By the seventh day of toe-curling, lust-drunk pleasure that he's experienced with Jamie, Jarek is absolutely sure that he's had sex with anyone else well and truly ruined for him from anyone else. It's like Jamie was just waiting to let this wild, hard-to-sate monster out, and Jarek, hell, he's an enabler by default. He's canceled plans three times this week to keep fucking Jamie's tight hole, finishing his work down at the office as quickly as he can to go and get inside Jamie as quickly as he can. He's obsessed, he knows he is, and he hasn't found the line at which too much is too much.

Why on earth he should try and put a limit on the most intense physical pleasure he's ever felt shouldn't even be a part of the equation, but Jarek is a thinking man. And he thinks that he wants to keep dicking Jamie for as long as he can. There hasn't been a morning this week where they haven't fucked in the shower, since they get up and end up leaving at the same time every day. Fast, dirty fucking, the kind that echoes off the tiles and leaves the entire bathroom musky with sex. It's a better shot of energy than any cup of coffee can give him, and more than that, it's put him in a hell of a lot better of a mood at work. People aren't afraid to come to his office anymore - his boss had even stopped to tell him that he's been doing such a good job lately the other day on his way to a meeting.

Now it's Saturday, and Jarek's been slowly drawn out of sleep by Jamie moving under the covers to get his mouth around his morning wood, that perfect, wet heat something Jarek is going to feel for the rest of his fucking life. He doesn't try to guide him, amazed at how fucking fast Jamie has picked up how to give a damned good blowjob. No woman has come close by comparison, and if Jamie has a gag reflex, Jarek hasn't found it yet.

He moans, making himself keep his hands at his sides so as not to interrupt his work. He feels Jamie's fingers get a hold of his nuts, stroking and rolling them as he licks the fat vein that follows nearly perfectly along the top of his cock. That's fast become one of Jamie's favorite spots, licking up and down until he's at the tip of Jarek's cock, tongue slipping under his foreskin. That little maneuver has unceasingly fried Jarek's brain every time, circling around the crown and back again, followed up by the hot slide of his mouth back to his pubes. The blankets billow as Jamie puts himself on his hands and knees to take him better, that sweet little ass up in the air for all to see.

Jarek finally pulls his blankets back and there he is, bedhead wild and drooling where he's got his lips around the base of his cock. "Fuck, Jamie, that's a good boy," he groans, stroking the side of Jamie's throat to help him swallow a little more. Jamie looks up at him, eyes warm with the praise, his left arm under him and stroking his own cock. Jarek uses his long reach to go one better, rubbing his swollen clit and making Jamie moan. He isn't going to rush him, not since they've got all fucking day - but he wants in Jamie's hole like he's never wanted anything else.

Jamie edges him with his mouth, faster and slower by turns, sucking and worshiping like it's all he's intended for. Jarek's toes curl so hard with how good it feels that they hurt after a while, stroking Jamie's pussy in return. God, how much come he's pumped into his hole in the last week, and how sweetly - or not so sweetly- Jamie demands more. It's as close as Jarek's ever gotten to being drained, ever since he figured out as a teen that he could come and keep coming; it can't be a coincidence anymore that their sex drives match up perfectly with each other.

"Wanna swallow you, bro." Jamie keeps stroking him, Jarek's cock covered in spit. "Fuck, c'mon Jarek, let me have it." He sucks the head into his mouth, fingers tight, strong, milking Jarek's load out of him like he's been doing this for years and not days. A little bit of begging goes a long fucking way to getting Jarek there, their eyes locked as Jarek comes in his mouth, only a drop spilling out and down Jamie's chin. He keeps stroking until Jarek has to pull away, hauling Jamie towards him to swing for a greedy kiss. He licks up the last of himself, sucking Jamie's tongue, growling get up here against those soft, pretty lips. Jamie knows what that means, and Jarek seats him on his chest, taking over stroking Jamie's cock.

"Come on my face, baby, let me fucking have it." Jarek hasn't quite worked up to sucking his cock yet - not when licking out Jamie's pussy is so much goddamn fun - but he's finding that he really, really gets off on being glazed. And Jamie comes like a goddamn firehose, every fucking time. He focuses his head, thumb over the crown, precome soaking the tunnel that his fingers makes around him. "So goddamn wet for me, Jamie, fucking love it." He pauses for a moment to lick it up, salty, manly, different from any girl - even Jamie's cunt tastes different.

God, that's fucking next.

Jamie braces his hands on the headboard, moaning loudly enough that they ought to have the neighbors beating on their door. Sure, their condo's walls are thick but not soundproof, and they've definitely made enough noise in the last week to justify a couple of complaints.

It doesn't fucking stop Jarek, and it won't.

Jamie's body flushes right before he comes, coating Jarek's open mouth and face in come, spurt after spurt. Jarek licks it up where it falls, using his other hand to shove the rest into his mouth. God, he's turning into a fucking come pig, and it's all Jamie's goddamn fault. He lets go when Jamie pulls away, his cock boning the fuck back up when Jamie licks his jaw and neck to catch the rest. After this, they're gonna have to wash the fucking sheets again - Jarek swears they've lost an entire shade from constant cleaning.

He supposes that the only way to stop that is to quit fucking, but there's no fucking way he's doing that.

With Jamie's tongue in his mouth and his ass resting against his cock, Jarek reaches around and strokes Jamie's pussy, covered in dark hair down from the top of his ass. He's never been a fan of the bald look, and Jamie quite proudly doesn't manscape a fucking thing. He's fucking wet down there, dripping to be fucked. Guy pussy is a whole different level of hot, and Jarek wants in .

Jamie pulls Jarek's bottom lip between his teeth, holding Jarek's cock steady as he slides back onto him, the hot, wet grip of him making Jarek's eyes roll back in his head. Their bodies fit so fucking well together, tailor made, Jarek likes to think. Jamie's cunt doesn't fucking quit, not for anything, and hell if Jarek doesn't want to try and find a limit. His hands brace on Jarek's chest, covered in bruises and marks from Jamie's mouth and teeth. Fucker's a biter and a fighter, when he wants to be.

The deliberate squeeze of Jamie's pussy around his cock tells Jarek straight away this ain't his show - he's just gonna have to sit back and enjoy the ride.

"Bastard," Jarek growls. "You're gonna break my fucking dick off in you doing that." Jarek holds onto his hips, moving with the roll of Jamie's hips, up, down, circling like he's been practicing for this moment all his life. Jamie just grins down at him, fingers dug into Jarek's flesh hard.

"Stop bitching." Jamie kisses him, fast and sweet, completely at odds with the motion of his body. "And enjoy the fucking ride." Jarek shuts up, meeting Jamie motion for motion, fucking up into him. He's already not planning to leave the bed if he can help it, so he may as well do as Jamie tells him. There's definitely a part of him that thought he wouldn't be here, getting the living hell ridden out of him by his roommate. Fuck buddy. Whatever, those lines aren't any longer distinguishable, and Jarek doesn't really care.

Jamie strokes himself off as he uses Jarek's cock, precome leaking all over Jarek's stomach. He drops a hand to get under Jamie's nuts, sliding back until he can find his clit, double the fucking pleasure making Jamie throw his head back. Jarek loves that, loves how honestly Jamie gives himself over to that physical ecstasy, palming his tip while Jarek focuses him lower. He wants to make Jamie come again and again, and the selfish part of him wants to be the only one doing it.

That possessiveness sends a charge of raw want through him, and Jarek fucks him harder and harder, making Jamie's tits bounce. He's all muscle, and yet they still move when he's getting pounded - a damned prettier sight than any c-cups Jarek's ever held in his hands. "Fuck, Jar-fuck, I'm gonna come, fuckfuck, I'm gonna fuckinggoddammit-"

Jamie's body shakes, spilling his load all the way up to Jarek's chin, and Jarek's hot behind him, creaming his pussy and shouting, begging, calling out to whatever deity literally dropped Jamie in his lap. Hitting that high together, fuck, it's incomparable, and Jarek knows it. Knows Jamie is the fucking best he's ever had.

Coming down together, it takes a long fucking time, and neither of them move to get going again right away. Morning sex is a little tricker, all that energy burned off in one go. Jamie rolls off of him, face down and smushed into the pillow on what's fast becoming his side of the bed. Jarek rubs his back, dick pulsing, wet with their mess. "You're gonna kill me doin' that," Jamie mumbles, and Jarek chuckles.

"Then why don't you tell me to stop?" He rolls over onto his side and kisses the back of Jamie's shoulder, swearing that he hears Jamie purr. "Because if you don't want the double edged thing, I'm okay with just giving one part hell."

Jamie picks his head up, eyes glassy and wide. "Don't you fucking dare." Shows Jarek his belly, his hips bearing Jarek's own marks. "What?"

"You're hot, is all." Jarek rolls over on top of him and props himself up on his elbows to look down at him. "You're hot and I want to keep fucking you but I need to piss and I want breakfast."

"We can do one of those things - but we ran out of breakfast food yesterday. Been so busy with all... this, no one's fucking gone grocery shopping." Jamie's already spreading his legs again, just in case. "I'll go if you come with me."

"Just wear something I can take off fast." The second they're home, Jarek is stripping the bed and putting Jamie right back in it. Hell, Jarek thinks about doing it now but... they're also out of laundry detergent. Because of the insane sex.

"Pushy." Jamie yanks him in for a kiss, then slides out from under him. "I'm gonna go get my plug."

"Your what?"

"My plug. So that you don't have to warm me up when we get home. Go get the shower running, it won't take me long to get it in." Jamie bites the air at Jarek over his shoulder, and off he goes, leaving Jarek with his dick filling back up and visions of an afternoon filled with a hell of a lot more naked bodies.

No, he isn't going to survive this, but what fucking glorious way to go.

***

"You want to know what the guys asked me on Monday?" Jamie looks over at Jarek, a smirk on his face. King of the fucking world right now, and Jarek's the one who put him there. "They asked me if I got mauled by a bear over the weekend."

Jarek's grip on the steering wheel of his Explorer tightens, that information, well, going south. Fast. "You don't have to look so proud of it." He grins back anyway, feeling good because Jamie feels good. They knocked out their errands in one fell swoop, and Jamie's making McClane Veggie Soup for lunch - family recipe. Jarek's had it more than a few times in the nearly two years they've lived together, and it's damned good.

Almost as delicious as the guy making it.

"Hey, I never walk into work with hickies. Or anywhere, for that matter. I didn't say who I got 'em from, just that there were probably more in my future." Jamie gives him a hopeful look, and Jarek ducks a smile. He wonders for a moment if there was a time when someone made fun of Jamie for not wearing that badge of courage, the one of the well and truly laid. Jarek gets a big fucking kick out of being the one to put that swagger in his step, and the adoration, yeah. Jarek may not deserve all that. Not when he's been this close to treating Jamie like a human Fleshlight during a couple of those rounds. "Jarek?"

"I'm glad it's been good, bro. Really. And I want to keep doing it, too." He reaches over, puts a hand on Jamie's knee. "Been doing a fucking decent job of making me forget all about Sheila."

Honestly, Sheila who.

"What about Amanda, the one a couple weeks ago who asked me if this is as tall as I really am." Jamie's expression sours at the memory, and Jarek squeezes his thigh."

"Crazy in bed, and even crazier out of it. Like, let's do it while I hold a knife crazy. Thought about asking you to stand by if I started screaming." Jarek shudders, glad to have gone their separate ways. "Why is it always the crazy ones who ride like the devil?"

"I'm not crazy," Jamie says quietly. God, he really shouldn't be airing that shit, not when things have been going so fucking well. Fuck, Jarek can't get Jamie and his body off of his fucking mind, not for shit. "I mean... I can be. If you want."

"Jamie, I want you to keep doing and being exactly what you are now." They're at a stoplight, and Jarek double checks to make sure that his foot is firmly on the break. "I honestly don't understand some of the shapes our bodies have been making, but I can tell you right now that I want a hell of a lot more. Hell, you're in your own class of riding devil." He leans in for a kiss, tongue snaking to lick over Jamie's, growling with a burst of desire. If he could pull over right now, he'd throw Jamie on top of the groceries in the backseat until their breath fogged every window in the car.

A honk behind them makes Jarek pull away and step on the gas, lips tingling from that kiss. "'S just because I want to do well, is all." Jamie reaches over and finds Jarek's erection, stretched down the right leg of his slacks. Those fingers, confident in every move they make, stroke Jarek through his slacks and have him spreading his legs even wider. "Sorry, I just.. I know you've had a lot more experience."

"And when I'm forgetting most of them every time you touch me, Jamie, I don't think you've got any reason to be worried about your performance." Taking a chance, he drops his hand and covers Jamie's with it, holding his skin as close to his body as his pants - and the fact they're in public - will allow. "Do you believe me?"

Jamie nods, his face harder to read now. He's concentrating, and Jarek remembers the plug that he showed Jarek before they left. The one in his pussy. God, he's stretched and ready right now, and Jarek's brain can't let go of that image. "I really want to fuck right now," Jamie says, and Jarek's agreement is complete.

They reach home and get everything inside, Jamie working with a single-minded focus to get lunch ready as fast as possible. Jarek takes care of the rest, switching his wrecked sheets and blankets over to the dryer. This feels... awfully warm, in its way. Like they've got a routine now, and alright, maybe they had the roots of one, and fucking each other's brains out has started to bring that a little more close to full circle.

Jarek likes it.

While Jamie finishes lunch prep, Jarek goes and strips down to his underwear, a cozy, body-hugging pair of black Calvin Kleins. It's hot to him that Jamie doesn't wear underwear save for on the job, and he confessed a couple of days ago that he ends up taking it off by the end of the day anyway. Hell, he certainly isn't wearing any now, and Jarek can't stop thinking about it. He comes back to the kitchen, quietly encircling Jamie from behind, arms around his body and his mouth against his neck.

"How long?"

"Thirty minutes." Barely touching, and Jamie's voice is already husky with want. Ready to fucking go, the second one of them puts their hands on the other. "Forty if I turn it to simmer."

"I'm not that hungry," Jarek says, mouth working its way to Jamie's ear. "But I'd like a reason to be." He moves his hands up Jamie's body, grabbing handfuls of those perfect pecs, cupping as he bites at his earlobe. "How badly do you want to take that plug out and have the real thing?"

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna be wet enough for it to come out all on its own."

Jarek is the one who whimpers when he says that. And Jamie, he just says hot shit like that so fucking casually, like it isn't making Jarek lose his fucking mind. If it's calculated or just in the moment, Jarek's not got pieced together yet - Jamie's perfectly capable of either one.

Jamie turns around and loops his arms around Jarek's neck, kissing him deeply as Jarek backs him against the counter. Even with significant difference in their height, their bodies still fit together in such a way that no matter the position, Jarek is always comfortable. His tongue slides into Jamie's mouth, licking, stroking, the hottest, neediest kisses he's ever sought from someone. He lifts Jamie up and puts him on the counter, practically nose to nose.

"I think you're wearing way too many clothes right now," Jarek says, diving right back into their kiss. "And I wanna fuck you so bad right now I could scream." He's already unbuttoning the sexy green and black plaid Jamie is wearing, showing that eye-catching patch of hair he's got. Fuck, he's barely been able to keep his eyes off of Jamie's tits all day, filling out that damn shirt like it was painted on. He rubs his nipples, teasing a needy moan out of Jamie's sweet mouth. Jamie frees his arms from it and drops the shirt to the floor, going right back to holding on to Jarek.

I'm handing you the keys, and you're driving. My body is yours right now.

Jarek goes tender on the kiss, fingers working at the catch of Jamie's belt buckle and jeans. Already, Jamie's arching to let Jarek take his jeans off, and he does, pulling them down his feet as he listens to Jamie's shoes hit the floor. He's hard as a rock, the plug a tease of black inside his wet hole, worked up entirely by Jarek's touch. He strokes Jamie's cock as he keeps up the kiss, precome wetting and wetting his fingers. His other hand goes lower, teasing his clit and nuts, making Jamie moan no matter where he touches.

"You're so fucking hot, Jamie," Jarek says, finally easing the plug out him. "Being fuckin' ready like this, that pretty cunt dripping wet." He takes it out, tugs his own underwear down and strokes himself, his own precome copious to ease him the rest of the way in. Jamie moans, digs into his shoulders, filled up until Jarek's balls are nearly flush with his body.

"I swear to God you got bigger since last night," Jamie groans, heels digging into Jarek's lower back. "At least it fucking feels like you did."

"All you, babe - you get me fucking harder than anyone else." Jarek starts to rock his hips, fucking Jamie slow, slow enough that he feels every inch. Jarek doesn't have a plan for how much he wants to make Jamie come - simply that he does. He keeps fucking, stroking Jamie's cock and clit, all of which is gradually pulling Jamie apart. He loves it, loves how he can feel Jamie loosening, letting him in, holding his body and being in his hands for just a few minutes. He isn't sure when Jamie started to put that amount of trust in him, but he has.

Jarek's going to treat it with all the care he can muster.

It isn't long before Jarek's got his left arm braced on the cabinet above Jamie's head and the other around his body, keeping him close in. Jamie looks up at him, mouth open, pink and red and bitten with their never ending kisses. God, Jarek's never gotten so much out of just kissing like he does with Jamie, each one hungry and deep and absolutely necessary, laying a mark on Jarek's soul. He's gone on Jamie, really fucking gone, and he knows he isn't ready to say it out loud yet.