Where We Left Off

Jay clutched Sebastian’s hand, fingers laced tightly together, as he all but dragged the man back to his flat. Sebastian was more than happy to comply; the moment they were inside, he pulled Jay in for another long, heated kiss.

Mindful of Jay’s cracked ribs, Sebastian pressed him tight against the door, his body warm and solid against Jay’s as their mouths moved eagerly together. His clever, wonderful hands dipped beneath the hem of Jay’s hoodie, tracing over his skin, stroking over his back and waist and stomach and up—

Jay’s hands clamped around Sebastian’s wrists, and he pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t touch my chest.”

Sebastian hummed, a quiet noise of assent, and nuzzled into Jay’s neck. He made no effort to free his hands from Jay’s grasp, as if waiting for Jay to put them where he wanted. His lips were hot and coaxing on Jay’s skin, stoking the fire inside him, and so Jay pushed one of Sebastian’s hands down toward his groin.

There was a low groan against Jay’s neck as Sebastian responded eagerly to his wordless demand, grinding his palm against the front of Jay’s jeans. Jay arched up into his touch and grabbed at the front of Sebastian’s shirt, tipping his head back against the door as Sebastian mouthed at his neck, the line of his jaw.

Then Sebastian’s hand was on Jay’s zip, deftly opening it so he could slip his hand inside. Jay gasped as Sebastian explored him with long, rough fingers, slow and careful.

Too careful. Jay bit back a frustrated noise.

Breath hot on Jay’s ear, Sebastian said, “Show me.”