GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 64,092 words
Easy-going Sebastien divides his time between working as a cleaning technician, caring for his widowed father, and running off to the park for soccer practice. Coasting through his existence, he's convinced he doesn't have much going for him.
That isn’t what his best friend Jack thinks. Quick-witted and passionate, Jack is fascinated by art and history, but the greatest book or painting could never compare to how he feels when he's alone with Sebastien.
In the last five years, Seb and Jack have shared everything, sometimes even a bed. Yet though their chemistry is smoking hot, Sebastien keeps Jack at a safe distance. But when the two move in together to lower their living expenses, that distance gets smaller and smaller, until Sebastien and Jack are standing so close, they can't see what's right in front of their eyes ... the love of their life.
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Jack turned the clipper on and ran his hand over the top of my head. “I love your hair. It's so thick and healthy, like wheat or something.” He rolled the hair clipper over the spot I'd missed, the buzzing sensation drawing a quick chuckle out of me. “Quit squirming, will you? Just sit still.”
I sat up straight, watching him in the mirror. Jack's expression was so serious. He was furrowing his brow, completely focused on his task. I wanted to take his small agile hands into mine and press them to my chest. Here I was again, getting a hard-on just thinking of his breath in my ear. The scent of his cologne in the air was making it more and more difficult for me to keep my head. I looked down at my lap, seeing the bulge of my erection in my jeans.
Jack slowly turned my head. “Let me get this spot right here,” he whispered.
In the mirror, our eyes met again and I couldn't look away. I sat there shirtless, my heart pounding so hard I could see it beating through my chest.
Jack breathing changed and his cheeks darkened.
I lowered my eyes to the shape of his dick swelling in his fitted pants.
But before I could touch him, Jack quickly stepped away and dropped the clipper on the counter. “It's good like that,” he muttered and rinsed his hands, staring down at the sink.
I slowly rose and stood right behind him. The heat of his body drew me to him and I pressed my mouth to his ear and kissed his earlobe. Jack didn't move. In the mirror, I saw him moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, but still, he wouldn't look at me. He was breathing hard now, his body reacting to every one of my moves in subtle invitations. Reaching around him, I unfastened his belt and pants, and slowly slipped his underwear down over his white thighs. Then pressing myself up against his back, I opened the medicine cabinet above his head and found what I needed. Flushed with fever, I put on a rubber and prepared my sheathed cock with lube.
I pushed my knee between Jack's thighs, forcing them open.
Jack flanked his hands down on the counter and let out a soft moan.
I slipped my free hand under his fancy white shirt and pressed him close up against me, while I slowly and gently penetrated him.
Jack groaned a little and leaned forward on the sink, opening himself up to me. He finally raised his face, and in the mirror, we locked eyes -- something so beautiful passing between us, it heightened all of my senses. I held him tighter, thrusting my hips slow, fucking him without a sound or a word. Jack was nimble and hot inside my arms, nothing of him resisting me, and I thrust faster, our bodies slamming into the sink now. Jack's face flushed pink. “Harder,” he whispered under a breath, his body tightening against mine. I was so wild for him -- how could I ever let him go? I wanted to be deeper inside him. I dug my fingers into his chest and reached over to stroke him with my free hand, my own knees bending from the climax pushing through me. We made love standing up against the sink, looking into each other's eyes in the mirror, until Jack clenched his ass and turned his face to kiss me, his hot cum spilling all over my hand, “Oh, I love you,” he moaned softly against my lips. Pushing him harder into the sink, I shuddered, coming with him in spasms.
I leaned on him a little, and then wheezing, gently pulled out.
Jack stepped away from me and stared down at himself. “Look at me. I'm covered in cum and hair.” He hurried out of his clothes. “Now I'm gonna be late for sure.”
I reached into the shower stall and turned the hot water dial all the way. “Get in there quick then,” I said, picking up my jeans. Then I paused.
When Jack had come, he'd said ...
Had he really said I love you?
No, I must have misunderstood. Or imagined it.