Oh, man. They’re advertising their glasses for men the way anything ever is advertised for women. I’m not sure whether to be aroused, annoyed, or pleased.
The room is silent and dark. Warmth from outside blankets the two as they fit against each other, naked and flush, bare and open. They are alone tonight, in their house, in their bed, and as they come together again and again nothing is silent anymore.
Jake curls towards himself. The position complicates things, so Dirk presses soft thighs together and shifts them over his side. Eyes, Dirk’s eyes are touching Jake’s body as much as his mouth, kissing his neck, down his chest and settling between his legs.
Jake tosses his head. The flush of his cheeks spreads up to his ears and down his shoulders. He throws his hand over his eyes and a hand up to cover Dirk’s.
“What-?”
“It’s too much, too much…”
Dirk tries to push away the hand covering his eyes. Jake only uses it to completely hide his own face.
“Jake.”
He doesn’t move his hands. In return, Dirk doesn’t move his hips. Jake squirms restlessly, and shivers.
“Too much, y-you’re right up against my…”
Slowly, his eyes never leaving the bit of Jake’s face that he could see, Dirk hoists those long legs over his shoulder and thrusts inside in one movement.
They groan together. The position squeezes Jake’s legs and tightens his grip around Dirk. The blond pounds into his body hard enough to slide them up the bed. Soon Jake’s hands fall away and rest limply on the sheets. Dirk can see everything he’s been hiding; his rosy red lips, the drool dribbling down his chin, and the way his lashes flutter every time Dirk buries in to the hilt. He’s gasping, he’s crying out, and then he’s shivering and thrashing and Dirk can’t help but shroud Jake’s body with his own and kiss his open mouth.
They come down together. Dirk gently sets his legs onto the sheets. “I think I tore a hamstring…”
“Well, shit. I thought you liked it.”
Jake smiles and kisses Dirk’s freckled nose. “I never said that.”
