Angel Heart

A firm grasp shrouded Jay’s cock in heat.

Jay opened his eyes to the light of the room and looked down. Still crouched before him, Dean lifted that hardness to his face. He stroked Jay’s cock gently against his cheek, brushing that tumescence against the side of his mouth. The sensation felt soft and rough all at once. Delectable. A small gasp escaped Jay’s lips. Dean hadn’t taken that solidity into his mouth and, in truth, Jay didn’t expect it, though who knew…one day…but, all the same, that tender gesture swelled his cock to full hardness.

When April knocked on the door, Jay told her to go home. His sister must have heard something in his voice, because without a word of argument, she left them in peace.

Slowly, with that same tenderness, Dean divested Jay of his clothes. Then he rose up, removing his own garments, though letting Jay help him when necessary. The truth was, Jay’s hands shook too much to help in any significant way. He couldn’t believe they were doing this, here, in the office at the garage. He supposed this would soon be his desk, if he truly decided to help Dean run the business, and it wasn’t as if he expected anyone to interrupt them, but even so…

He shivered, physically shaking with too many sensations and emotions to express them in any other way. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“This feels a little disreputable,” Jay attempted to explain, though that barely described the emotions currently threatening to tear him apart. He felt he might, not shatter exactly, but simply disintegrate under Dean’s weight, the weight he anticipated, already knowing what was to come.

“You telling me that doesn’t make it feel good?”

He wanted to say that it didn’t, but the truth was that doing this here and now felt so explicitly good that, unless someone caught them at it, he didn’t want to stop. Even if someone caught them, he was unsure he could repent. When Dean lifted him, turned with him still in his arms, and sat him on the desk, Jay did nothing to prevent it. He shivered again, finally realising the room felt much colder than he’d been conscious of up until that point, but still unable to end this. He gave himself over to Dean and to the moment equally.

Dean’s long reach came in handy; he could hear the other man moving things out of the way on the desk’s surface behind him, and then Dean tipped him back to lie against the desktop. His long hair spread out like a seductive pillow and he watched the hungry look come into Dean’s eyes. Aware his hair was the kind most women would kill for and that, ironically, April had cut hers while he chose to let his grow, the reaction from Dean always bewildered him. He liked it, though. He very much liked seeing that ravenous look enter Dean’s gaze. The unyielding surface of the desk provided the physical support he needed but his emotions were another matter. They escaped his restraint, made him feel as though he floated free. Dean came down over him like some all-consuming shadow, engulfing.

Dean kissed Jay’s neck, almost gnawing hungrily at his skin, before a soft moan escaped him. Hearing that sound from his lover’s throat made Jay catch his breath.

“It’s a pity we don’t have lube,” Dean whispered against Jay’s flesh. The soft, tickling breath made Jay squirm under him. Whether that was the reason Dean rose up to gather his face in one large hand or not, Jay wasn’t sure, but the big man’s eyes displayed nothing but concern.

“Spit will do,” Jay managed to say, but still Dean’s blue gaze searched his face.

“Can you take me?”

Even now, rock hard and pressing against Jay’s thigh, Dean asked first; the very fact that Dean checked if this was okay gave Jay all the reassurance he needed. He nodded.

Those firm hands gripped him, dragged him so that the hard edge of the desk pressed almost painfully into base of his spine where it became his coccyx. He felt the discomfort for a moment only. His legs curving back eased the pressure, but where one pressure ended, another began. Hard yet smooth, unrelenting yet gradual, that wonderful pressure filled him, reaching into depths far deeper than it could physically touch. Dean groaned just as Jay gasped. Sighing on the end of that groan, the big man’s form came down over him. He took Dean’s weight, relishing it, trying not to writhe in sheer enjoyment. The desk complained, but the furniture proved sturdy.

“You feel so good on my cock,” Dean rasped out on another moan.

Jay laughed. “You’re just a romantic at heart,” he told him.

Dean stared down into Jay’s eyes, smoothing back his hair, stroking his face. The other man’s lips finally broke into a grin. “I guess we’ll both just have to stick around to find out how much of a romantic I actually can be.”