Blood Howl (19 page)

Not a fucking clue about what he was doing, and Jed’s heart was hammering in his ears so loud he was surprised he wasn’t deaf, but there wasn’t any turning back now. Everything he wanted was right here, and any regrets they might have were locked firmly in the future. For the moment, this was all he could imagine. The constant threat of Fil was pushed aside—not forgotten, not ever, but waiting for nightfall gave them some free time to kill—in favor of the sweet curve of Redford’s lips, for how well they fit together, stumbling through the door to his apartment, never once letting go of each other.

“Bed,” Jed panted against his lips. “God, please, right now.”

“Definitely,” Redford agreed breathlessly, urging them both toward the bed. He nearly tripped over a chair, laughing as he grabbed Jed’s arms for balance, looking victorious when he all but toppled onto the bed and the mess of sheets, pulling Jed on top of him for another kiss. “We’re too clothed,” he continued in a mumble, tugging at Jed’s belt.

“You’re a goddamn genius.” His fingers got tangled up in Redford’s, and it took far too long to remove a simple belt. Probably because they refused to leave off kissing, their lips as tangled as their hands, tongues fighting and breaths harshly lost between them. Finally though, Jed was kicking his jeans away, turning his attention to getting Red pants-less again. “Pants off, now,” he ordered, happily sliding them down Redford’s hips and tossing them across the room.

Shirts were easier, though they required a horrible period of separation, and then they were wound in each other’s arms with nothing but skin between them. Pulling back, panting, Jed stared down at him, wide-eyed, swollen lips, and short hair tousled.

After a long moment of silence he looked back up at Redford and whispered, awed, “You’re beautiful.”

Though he was obviously a little overwhelmed, Redford sat up, putting his palms flat against Jed’s chest. Exploring, he moved them downward, curling around Jed’s hips, leaning forward to kiss him. “I’ve been daydreaming about this,” Redford confided, ever so lightly trailing his fingertips down the length of Jed’s cock, eyes wide in surprised pleasure. “About touching you like this.”

A quiet moan rumbled in Jed’s chest, and he arched upward into the featherlight touches. “Me too. Since I met you.” The admission didn’t come easily, but Jed figured he was already in for a pound. Might as well throw the penny in after.

“I, um.” Redford flushed, biting his lip as he tried to figure out how he was going to voice his next words. “I have all these ideas, and I’m not sure if they’d even work. I’m not really… I don’t know how this goes.”

Chasing the bite, catching Redford’s lower lip in his teeth and sucking it gently, Jed smiled. “Tell me about the ideas. I’ll do anything you can dream up, sweetheart. I promise, nothing is too dirty. What do you want? You could fuck me, nice and deep, so hard we both see stars. Or I could suck you off, like I started in the car. I have a
great
mouth, trust me. I was born to suck cock. What is it you imagine?”

If possible, Redford turned even redder. “The… fucking part.” He all but buried his face into Jed’s neck, but he was laughing a little, well aware of his own awkwardness. “I wanted to touch you. And I wanted… to have you inside of me. To be inside of you.” Jed was pretty sure Redford had just turned the approximate color of an overripe tomato. An overripe tomato making a very good start at dirty talk. “Anything to do with you, really.”

“You’re going to fuck me,” Jed decided with a slow grin. “Maybe then I’ll get my mouth on you. After that, we have the whole rest of the day.” And maybe the night—if he didn’t hear back from his contact at City Hall, giving him the names on the leases of the buildings he’d targeted, he had a whole lotta ammo and nowhere to go. “Me inside of you is something I’m definitely interested in. We got a bunch of ground to cover, don’t you think?” Teasing, he dragged his tongue down to curl around Redford’s nipple, the darkened flesh hardening under his attention.

“Do you remember when you took a shower, that first day?” Jed asked in a murmur, busy trailing his lips down Red’s side, exploring the curves and dips of his muscles. “And I told you about water conservation? I just really wanted to get in there with you.” He flashed an impish grin up at Red. “I’m a big perv. Sorry.”

“I would have liked that.” Redford smiled back at him, returning his fingers to Jed’s cock. There was nervousness in his movements, but that didn’t stop him from curling his hand around the head, ducking down to watch what he was doing. “I may have freaked out if you had, though,” he admitted.

“
May
have?” Jed was very proud that his voice remained steady, his eyes half lidded as he tried not to beg Redford for more friction. “I would have had to peel you off the ceiling like a wet cat.” His expression was fond though, as he ducked his head to pepper kisses along Redford’s shoulder. “I’m just glad you warmed up to me.”

Redford buried a laugh in Jed’s chest, beginning to get into the proper rhythm, twisting his hand in a motion that made Jed’s toes curl. “Maybe now that I have, we should do something about it,” he said lowly, the words buried in Jed’s collarbone.

“What do you think we’re doing, baking bread?” He tried to grumble, to look put out, he did, but unfortunately Redford’s fingers were long and gorgeous and
perfect
, and just as he glared at him, Red hit the spot at the base of his cock that made him whimper like a puppy getting a bone. “Oh,
fuck
,” he hissed, for a moment doing nothing at all but giving himself over to the friction, to the way Redford’s fingertips played along his skin, the soft sound of his hand sliding against him.

“Top drawer,” he managed, pressing his forehead against Redford’s shoulder, hips moving now of their own accord. “The tube and the condom. We’re going to need them.”

Redford reached out with his spare hand, blindly rummaging through the drawer, though he looked confused when he finally found the tube Jed had directed him to. He appeared to recognize the foil packet, but he stared at the flip-top tube as if it were a mystery. “Why do we need this?”

Taking it and quickly slicking up his fingers, he gave Redford a kiss and moved down his body, sucking and nipping until he finally got to his cock again. God, he could spend the rest of his life with this in his mouth and be perfectly happy. “Lube,” he explained, if that could be considered an explanation, before happily closing his lips over the head of Redford’s dick, humming contentedly. Kneeling between Redford’s legs, he reached around behind himself with one hand, rubbing his lubed finger over his own asshole, then gently pressing the digit inside with a low groan.

His tongue played around the underside of the head of Redford’s cock, sucking lightly. The salty sweet taste of him filled his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue. Jed slipped his mouth further down, free hand circled around the base of the heavy length, bumping into his lips as he took more of him in. His finger was buried inside of himself now, sliding in and out slowly, and Redford’s cock was bumping the back of his throat, coating his tongue and filling him up deliciously. This was complete and utter bliss.

Redford was sprawled back on the bed, weight propped up on his elbows so that he could watch, eyes dazed and darkened with arousal. He seemed to be trying to look around Jed, the curiosity in his expression mixed with need. “What are you doing?” he managed, the words broken off into a moan.

“Getting ready for you,” Jed answered, adding a second finger and hissing quietly at the welcome burn. He slid his lips down the side of Redford’s cock before he sucked the head back in, moaning happily. Slipping his fingers in deeper, crooking them just so, he choked back a groan and buried his nose in the softly curling hair at the base of Redford’s cock. He smelled like musk and masculine spice, tasted like salt and sweat and heat, and all Jed wanted to do was stay just like this, vibrating with pleasure and need. There was no reply forthcoming from Redford. The other man had his eyes closed now, collapsed back on the bed, biting his lip like he wasn’t sure what to do with all the pleasure he was experiencing.

Three fingers now, and Jed knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Pulling his mouth away from Redford’s dick with a reluctant sigh, he leaned up to kiss him. Trailing his tongue down to the hollow of his throat, he groaned as he let his hand fall away, as he was suddenly so very empty. Not that it would be hard to fix that. Ripping open the condom, he rolled it over Red’s impressive cock. “You ready, sweetheart?” he breathed, resting his forehead against Redford’s, panting around the tight ache of need.

It took Redford a few moments to understand what he was saying, while Jed waited not-so-patiently. Redford opened his eyes again, dazedly fixing on Jed’s face, before nodding rapidly, like if he didn’t say
yes
fast enough then the opportunity would be snatched out from under him. Or over him, as the case might be. “What do I do?” Redford’s hands trailed over Jed’s sides, settling onto his hips. “Are you going to enjoy this too?”

“Oh, baby,” Jed laughed, the sound stuttering out into a needy groan. “You have no idea.” Covering Redford’s hands with his own, he slid them around to grasp his ass, groaning as their joined fingers trailed down to his hole, around the curve of his cheeks. “Just do what comes naturally,” he urged quietly. “Trust me; you’ll figure it out.”

Teeth catching his lower lip, head thrown back, he let himself sink down onto the hard length of Redford’s cock. It was thick, the head filling him up so beautifully. He had to pause, breath a harsh, staccato pant in his chest, letting himself adjust. Relaxing enough to ease downward more, taking him in deeper, Jed knew he was making noise. Whimpers and half-formed pleas, Redford’s name a muttered prayer as he lowered himself, inch by glorious inch, onto the full swell of him, although his sounds might just have been drowned out by Redford’s pleasurably surprised moans.

He wasn’t expecting Redford to flip them, but all of a sudden it happened, Redford hovering over him with an expression torn between need and question. For someone who had never had sex before, he managed to turn them surprisingly well, never losing their connection. “Is this okay?”

The only possible answer was to pull his head down for a harsh, messy kiss, hooking his legs around Redford’s waist and moving them together. He felt so fucking
amazing
, thick enough that there was the faint burn of stretching every time he moved, the head of his cock pressing in so deep it took Jed’s breath away with every thrust. Fingers wound into long, silky strands of his hair, Jed encouraged him to find their rhythm. It was a little awkward at first, Redford clearly not knowing what to do, how to move, which angle was best. Jed freed up a hand to wrap around Redford’s hip, showing him how to rock into him, starting slow and deep, losing his breath into Redford’s lips. “Like that,” he encouraged in a mumble, in a half whispered groan. “Don’t think, don’t think, babe, just fuck me.”

Redford let out a shaky breath, lips pressed to Jed’s collarbone, some of the nervousness easing from his muscles. He lifted his head to watch Jed’s face, the movements of his hips almost painfully slow at first, tentative, careful, which was going to drive Jed fucking crazy.
Gentle
was not exactly his usual taste, but that was what Redford seemed determined to do, pressing featherlight kisses to Jed’s jaw. There was something painfully
sweet
about him, even balls deep in Jed’s ass, and quite frankly he had no idea how to handle it.

It was easier to just meet him back for a demanding thrust, to bite the curve of his neck hard enough, suck long enough there to leave behind a reddened mark. Easier to try and get Redford to do anything but look at him like that, because what the hell was he supposed to do with something that gentle? The pleasure was rushing through his veins, setting his skin on fire, and he begged Redford with whimpers, with the movements of his hips, to take him harder.

“You’re so beautiful,” Redford murmured against his jaw amidst quiet moans, finally fucking him harder—nowhere near the usual sharp, almost rough movements of the men Jed usually hooked up with—hands settling on Jed’s hips to lift them higher, searching for the angle that gave Jed the most pleasure. He willingly complied, spreading his legs to encourage Red to go deeper.

Nipping his earlobe, Jed groaned his name, nails digging into his shoulders. He hooked one knee up higher, and all of a sudden he was seeing stars. Electric arousal shocked across his skin, and he arched his neck back, gasping for breath. The volume of his approval had Redford pausing momentarily, surprised—looking like he was halfway wondering if he’d done something wrong—before he moved again, each thrust rubbing right across Jed’s prostate.

He was begging, he was sure. Jed had never been one to be silent. Words didn’t mean anything to him though, they were just the sounds he made, the babble of
yes
and
more
and
please
. One hand reached down to wrap around his cock, Redford’s hand folding over his own, stroking in counter-time to their increasingly frantic thrusts.

The bed was shaking. Which would be amusing later, now it was the background to their twined breaths, their moans and grunts and the sound of Redford’s name as Jed was pushed closer to the edge. He almost thought he heard Redford whisper, “I love you,” but the words were lost in a new angle, in the deep slide of his cock and the urgent meeting of their lips.

His skin was too tight for his body, the flush of need carrying him higher. The twist of arousal turned sharply in his gut, slipping down his spine to sink heavily in and urge him to take Redford deeper, to fuck into his hand hard and fast with a more desperate want. Gasping, mouth pressed open and greedy against Redford’s, Jed’s orgasm slammed through every muscle, tight and hot and shaking him apart. Redford’s name was lost in a cry of ecstasy as they tumbled together, as Jed wound himself around the other man and urged him to fall with him.

With a forearm braced on the pillow next to Jed’s head, Redford moved into him again, the sensation almost too much against now over-sensitive muscles, following Jed into orgasm with a loud, shuddered moan against Jed’s neck, teeth scraping over the pulse beneath his ear. He all but collapsed onto Jed, chest heaving for air, shifting slightly so that he could prop his chin on Jed’s chest and stare at him with something like awe in his eyes.