STORY EXCERPT

Jett

Well, what a great start, Jett. Maybe next time try not being so clumsy. Actually, no, wait, this guy is the asshole.

A very handsome asshole. Actually, the closer Jett looked, he was a very, very handsome asshole. Tall, with pale skin and a mass of dark hair. But that didn’t mean he could get away with being rude. It wasn’t like Jett meant to knock over the vase…

The man was staring at him with his mouth hanging open.

Jett cleared his throat. “I know. I’m sorry I’m so early. I misjudged the journey a little. I’m not much of a driver.” He offered the man a tight smile, attempting to ease the tension a little. It didn’t work. The man was still staring at him as though he was an artist admiring his masterpiece. Two warm spots heated his cheeks as Jett looked away.

The manor was even more beautiful than he expected, despite his poring over various photographs and newspaper clippings. The manor stood tall, surrounded by rolling verdant hills. The red bricks shone in the sun as brightly as they had when the manor was first built. The drive was gravel, with four large oak trees standing tall. Jett couldn’t wait to look around. 

When Jett’s gaze once again pulled back to the man in front of him, his heart started to pound a little harder.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? Did he belong here? Oh God, what if he’d broken in and was living in the manor? Jett didn’t consider himself much of a fighter, but he would defend himself if he could…

No. This man won’t hurt you. The thought was small at first, tentative, like a tiny flower, but then it bloomed into its full power, and Jett felt a wash of relief rush through him. He exhaled, his logical thinking returning to him like a lost package. He was full of relief, and he couldn’t wait to open it.

“So, are you the house manager? I apologize, but I don’t remember your name, but I remember it was mentioned that you may be here to welcome me if your schedule allowed…”

The man cleared his throat. “That’s right. My name is Oscar, pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Jett took it in his own.

It wasn’t a handshake. Jett didn’t know what it was, but something warm and sure passed between them. A muscle in Oscar’s jaw feathered, and Jett had the most bizarre urge to reach out and touch it, calm it. Jett pulled his hand back a fraction, but for some reason, he couldn’t fathom Oscar seemed unwilling to let go.

“Jett,” he told him, looking deep into Oscar’s eyes. It was funny. Usually eye contact made Jett feel uncomfortable, but with Oscar, it was easy, despite the oddness of the situation.

They finally parted, and Jett moved on his heels. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, how rude of me. Let me help you with your bags and then perhaps you would like a tour?” Oscar asked.

“Yes, please. That would be great. I’d hate to risk breaking anything else!”

Oscar simply stared at him, like he wasn’t sure he was real.

“I’m sorry. I have to ask. Is everything okay?”

The question shook Oscar out of whatever was bothering him. He slapped a hand lightly to his forehead. “Sorry, yes. I’ve actually been staying here… for work, and I had a few too many whiskeys last night and you woke me up,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I’m waking up now though,” he assured Jett.

Jett smiled at his answer. See? That was why he was being a little strange. He was just hungover. Hell, Jett probably scared him when he came in.

“How about a coffee after the tour?” Jett suggested.

Oscar grinned, and Jett was momentarily stunned, like he was looking at a bright light. Oscar was handsome, but when he smiled, he was beautiful. It was like a light was lit inside him.

Apparently, it was now Jett’s turn to stare at him like a weirdo. Snap out of it! He bent down to pick up his suitcase and a box.

A light musical chuckle escaped Oscar’s mouth. “Maybe that’s all you should take,” he said, bending down to scoop up the remaining boxes but not before he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Jett didn’t miss how his muscles rippled like waves as Oscar carried his belongings.

ADULT EXCERPT

Oscar

His mouth traced the hard planes of muscle as he trailed down lower and lower toward Jett’s boxers. Oscar pulled them down, hungrily, greedily. Jett’s prick jumped out at him, long and beautiful, and Oscar had to, he just had to, put it inside his mouth. Jett bucked into him.

“Oscar,” he moaned.

Well, that only served to push him on, to get Jett to say his name like that again.

Oscar bobbed up and down, coating Jett in his slick spit. Jett’s dick twitched inside Oscar’s mouth.

Oscar chuckled and drew back to look Jett in the eyes. “So responsive,” he drawled. But the desperation in Jett’s gaze made him regret teasing him.

“Please, Oscar,” Jett panted, desperation lacing his tone.

“Yes, yes, anything you want,” Oscar whispered. And he meant it.

He bobbed his head up and down, licking up the salty pre-cum that had appeared. Oscar groaned as he swallowed it down, wanting, no, needing more. He wanted Jett to fill his mouth with his pleasure. Oscar sucked and bobbed, focusing on the top of Jett’s cock, and using his hand to massage his full balls.

Jett’s hands fell into his hair and pulled slightly. He was close. Oscar could feel it. It would only take a few more pumps…

“Oscar, Oscar, I’m going to—"

Then Jett was moaning, bucking his hips and spurting his sweet cum into Oscar’s mouth. It hit him like a jet, with force and power, but he weathered everything that Jett gave him.

“I want you,” Jett panted as Oscar moved back from him and swallowed down Jett’s release.

Oscar grinned. “Demanding thing, aren’t you?”

Jett’s eyes darkened. “When it comes to you…apparently, yes.”

Oscar gritted his teeth. His cock bobbed in response. “Turn over.”

Jett turned, planting his plump ass in the air, ready and waiting to be taken. Claimed.

With all the restraint Oscar could muster, he dropped his face down to Jett’s hole and licked and spat, preparing him, readying him. Oscar slipped one of his fingers inside Jett’s tight hole, stretching him, testing him.

Jett gasped. And pushed back. Again and again.

Oscar marveled at the sight, pushing another finger inside him. Jett rode it harder, shuddering and moaning.

“God, Jett, you’re killing me,” Oscar gritted out. “So beautiful.”

Jett twisted his head so that he was looking directly at him.

“Then put yourself inside me.”

Oscar didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Turn over.”

Jett turned back over, his cock bobbing out. Oscar positioned himself at Jett’s entrance and pushed his prick inside. Jett’s puckered heat hugged him tightly.

“All of you,” Jett gasped.

Oscar couldn’t help the grin spread across his lips. He hadn’t known Jett would be this needy, would want him this much. The flush of pleasure that sent through him was like nothing he could describe.

Jett wanted him. Oscar’s heart sang at the thought, at knowing his mate wanted him.

“Of course, love,” Oscar said, pushing himself further in. Jett surprised him by lifting his hips so that Oscar’s cock slid all the way inside in one long thrust.

They gasped in unison, and the world stood still.

Jett swallowed, his throat bobbing. Oscar traced the movement, the flush. “You feel incredible,” Jett breathed, his sweet breath washing over Oscar.

“I could say the same to you,” Oscar told him. He brushed a curl out of Jett’s face and began to move inside him gently.

“Oh God.” The words escaped Oscar’s lips. He was so deep inside Jett he didn’t know where he began and ended. The tickle of Jett’s balls against him.

“No, just me.” Jett winked at him.

Winked. He actually winked.

Oh no. No. he didn’t need Jett winking. He needed him moaning, groaning. Oscar would fuck the joking nature out of him.

He rolled his hips, harder, faster, his hand seeking Jett’s cock between them.

“Touch yourself while I make love to you. Now.”

Any trace of a smirk disappeared from Jett’s face like smoke in a mirror.

Jett reached down and pumped himself clumsily as Oscar rutted into him. The force of his thrusts moved Jett up the bed. Jett’s eyes rolled up in his head as a sound between a sob and a moan sang out from him. Oscar dipped his head down and kissed him, their tongues tangling together. The press of Jett’s tongue into his mouth, the heat, the taste, had Oscar’s spine tingling, his balls tightening. He wouldn’t last much longer. His thoughts became more erratic, more needy.

“Harder, harder,” Oscar commanded as Jett continued to touch himself faster.