Borrowing Trouble(20)

“Uh, Landon?”

The man looked pissed. And ridiculous. In a shirt whose sleeves had been cut off, gym shorts, and muddy work boots, he looked like he’d rolled right out of bed and driven straight to Jay’s.

“Can I talk to you?”

“I… Yeah, I guess.” One would think with the tension between them, the anger radiating off Landon, Jay’s ardor would cool. Unfortunately, his body reacted the opposite of that.

He shut the door and leaned his forehead on it, counting to ten. Landon’s boots clomped on the hardwood floors as he paced.

“Look. Jay, I know I f*cked up by almost kissing you. But my best friend?”

Jay jolted with surprise. “What do you mean?” He knew damn well what the man meant. He turned to Landon, still holding his shirt in front of him, desperately wishing he could put it on. He felt more vulnerable than he was comfortable with, suddenly.

The anger morphed to a raw hurt when Landon turned to face Jay, his eyes red and sad. “I get it. You are uncomfortable around me. I did a dick thing and almost kissed you. I’ve misread our friendship more than once. I’m sorry. But really? Anyone but my best friend. Because now I’m so mad at her for f*cking you, I can’t see straight.”

Jay’s jaw dropped. “Fucking me? What are you talking about?”

Landon glared. “She came waltzing in this morning with her overnight bag.”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe because she stayed over? When I left her, she’d passed out on the couch because she was trashed. She went in to pee and she was out when I checked on her.”

Landon stilled, frowning. Jay wanted to reach for him, to run his thumbs over Landon’s pinched brow. And he f*cking hated that he wanted to.

Then Landon’s brows shot up, eyes widened. Jay realized he’d dropped his bunched up shirt so his hard-on was plainly visible. “Uh.” Jay couldn’t form words. Landon’s gaze flicked between Jay’s mouth, his eyes, and his hard cock, which was decidedly interested in the way Landon licked his pouty lips.

A shaky breath left Jay’s body, his heart thumped in his ears as a need he’d never known roared through him. He was terrified and turned on at the same time. Landon was so close Jay could reach out and touch him. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

“Jay,” Landon said, voice raw with confusion and need. The hunger in his eyes burned into Jay’s skin and Jay’s swallowing practically echoed in the quiet room. His mouth was so dry, his tongue felt thick. He didn’t know what to say, what to do.

But he knew what he needed.

What he couldn’t deny he wanted if he tried, not with the way his cock had the elastic waistband of his pants pulled away from his body, he was so hard.

Landon stepped closer to him. “You didn’t…”

“No.” He couldn’t believe he got the word out, or why it even mattered. But suddenly Landon was there and was all he could see or feel, and the room felt small and his skin felt too tight. Even when he’d lost his virginity, his body hadn’t been this excited or trembled so.

The heat from Landon’s skin was easy to feel this close, and Landon’s step had put him close enough that Jay’s clothed cock—just the tip—pressed into Landon’s crotch. A groan rumbled up Jay’s chest and his whole body quaked.

Then his brain shorted.

“Landon,” Jay said on a breath. He swallowed again. “Touch me. Please.” He sounded f*cking gutted with need, even to his own ears. Landon’s pupils blew and he reached out a hand, grasping Jay’s cock. Jay’s head fell back against the door with a thud and he moaned. “Jesus.”

“God, you’re so hard… for me.” Landon sounded confused. He may as well join the club because Jay didn’t know what was going on, but he had to have more.

“Landon, please.” God, what are you saying?

It didn’t matter, not at this point. Landon plastered himself to Jay and their lips banged together, almost painfully, as they ate at each other’s mouths. Jay had never, ever felt like this. This wasn’t getting off as a biological imperative, this was deep down, never-knew-it-could-be-like-this, need.

“Oh, Jay,” Landon moaned into their kisses.

“I don’t know what… I don’t know.” Jay really had no clue. What to do, how to go about this, why he was coming apart like this. But he couldn’t stop it.

“I’ve got you,” Landon promised.

Landon dropped to his knees and Jay had never seen such a glorious thing. Landon gave a quick tug and Jay’s cock fell out of his sweats, long and hard, the tip red and leaking.

“Fuck,” Landon groaned, kissing the head. Jay’s entire body quaked. “This is beautiful, Jay.” And with that, he took Jay in his mouth. His lips worked Jay over, hands fondling and stroking. Jay had never particularly cared for blowjobs, could take them or leave them. Not so when Landon did it. He thought he might die if Landon ever stopped.

“Jesus, Landon. Jesus f*cking Christ.”

Landon looked up through long, blond lashes, watching Jay as Jay came undone much more quickly than he ever had. This wasn’t his usual slowly coaxing out of an orgasm, the sometimes inability to even get close that had made his ex insecure sometimes. This was a tingling, blessed, pulsing hum in his body. Landon rolled Jay’s balls with his hand and Jay could feel Landon’s own cock fall out against his bare legs, his sweats having long ago fallen to his ankles.