Breakaway (6 page)

Lane actually
glared
at him. “Don’t—look, I’m not a scared fucking virgin, okay—”

“Yeah, you are.” Jared reached out to take his hand. Like they were in high school. What was he doing? “But it’s okay.”
It’s also so hot I can’t breathe.

He tugged Lane over to the bed and dropped his hand so he could climb on it. He patted the mattress beside him. “Come here.”

Lane got on the bed and moved toward Jared, looking determined and a little annoyed. “You don’t have to go so slow. Okay?”

“What if I want to?” Jared murmured and leaned in to kiss him. It was quickly apparent that, even if he did want to go slow, it wasn’t going to be easy. Lane opened his mouth and kissed him back immediately, making a hungry sound and trying to get closer.

“I don’t,” Lane said, and his voice was already shot to hell. Jared could feel Lane trying to get on top of him, and Jared’s contrary nature took over. He put his hands on Lane’s chest and pushed him back, stopping him.

“You don’t usually get a whole room to yourself, you know,” Jared told him, kissing Lane’s neck. The noises he made were so goddamn hot.

“What’s that mean?” Lane asked, head tilted. He was holding on to Jared’s wrists in a death grip. Like Jared was a motorcycle he was riding, and oh, that was not a helpful image in Jared’s head. Not at all.

“It means, Lane, we have time to enjoy it, so you don’t have to go so fast.”

“Look, Jared,” Lane said, and he was
glaring
again. He was so weird. “You probably do this a lot, but I don’t. I haven’t
ever
. Remember?” He was also still trying to get closer and push against him. Finally Jared figured out what he was getting at.

“So you want to get off and
then
take your time. Is that it?”

“
Yes
,” Lane sighed, sounding relieved and frustrated all at once. “That’s what I’m saying. I can’t—please, just—”

That was enough, the
please
got him, and Jared rolled on top of Lane and kissed him, settling his hips against Lane’s and rocking down slowly against him. “This better?”

“Oh yeah,” Lane panted, kissing him again. The kid was so tense underneath him—so hard. He was like a live wire—all coiled, sparking energy.

“How do you want it?” Jared asked him, reaching down and finding the button on Lane’s jeans.

“I don’t
care
,” Lane moaned, his hips bucking up. “Just hurry, or I’m gonna—”

“Come in your jeans?” Jared grinned against his neck. He bit gently and rocked harder against him. It might be a terrible idea, but it was turning out to be fun as hell. “That’d be okay.”

“But I’d really… rather not. Can you push harder…? Oh, don’t stop.”

“You want me to push harder, or do you want me to take your pants off?” Jared teased. Lane was like a
rocket
underneath him. It was amazing.

“Jared.” Lane grabbed Jared’s shirt. “I don’t
know
. Okay? Just, whatever it is you’re going to do,
do it already
.”

“You’re really bossy,” Jared said, undoing Lane’s jeans completely. “I don’t know why, but I thought you’d be a lot more… I don’t know. Less bossy.”

“You thought about this…?”

Jared grinned and kissed him. He moved slightly so he could slide his hand into Lane’s jeans and watch Lane’s face while he did it. “I was at that bar for a reason too, idiot. Yeah. I thought about it. Do you like that?” His hand rubbed over Lane through his boxers, and Lane made a noise Jared had never heard in bed before, not with anyone, and immediately wanted to hear again. “I thought about you sucking me off.”

“Did thinking about it get you off?”

Jared bit him on the shoulder at a sudden wave of lust. Lane kept being very, very
not shy
at strange moments, and it was unexpected and also incredibly attractive. He finally got his hand around Lane’s cock and moved his hand slowly up and down, thumb rubbing over him, and said, “Yeah. I had a girl sucking me off, and I came thinking about you doing it instead.” Jared paused. “Okay. Maybe I thought about you two taking turns. Didn’t want to be rude, and she was really good at it.”

Lane’s entire body went tense and arched up off the bed as he came over Jared’s fist. As loud as he’d been the whole time, with the bossy demands and the moaning, he didn’t make a single sound until he fell back, gasping for breath.

Jared had to undo the buttons on his jeans because it was getting uncomfortable. He idly stroked a hand over himself while he watched Lane recover. Lane finally opened his eyes and
grinned
at Jared—bright and happy—and Jared almost closed
his
eyes because he didn’t want to see that at all. Instead, he leaned in and kissed him again, hot and slow.

“Think you could…?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Lane sat up, hair tousled, still smiling. His pants were undone, and his shirt was rucked up—Jared didn’t even remember doing that. He was messy but staring at Jared expectantly, like they were going to do drills and he was waiting for his turn.

Jared leaned back on his elbows. “Well?”

“Right. Sorry. I’m just—sorry.” Lane moved closer and put his hand on Jared’s cock. Jared’s hips bucked up, and he hissed, watching Lane through slitted eyes, breathing hard.

“
Lane
, seriously,” Jared snapped, covering his eyes before he strangled Lane to death.

“Sorry. Could you maybe show me how to do this? You’re really good at it,” he added, and Jared laughed helplessly and uncovered his eyes.

“Okay. Here.” He reached down, took Lane’s hand in his, and moved it over his cock, showing Lane how he liked it. And Lane paid attention like there would be a quiz later. Jared was going to make sure there was a quiz, an exam, and possibly a final. Lane watched the way Jared reacted, saying things, like “Oh you like it hard like that” and “What was that thing you did with your thumb?” He was killing Jared, he really was, right there on a crappy double bed in the Econo Lodge.

Eventually Lane told him “I got it now. Let me try it.” Jared had to think about horrible things to not come right then and there, because Lane was
asking
, and this was the hottest—and weirdest—hand job he’d ever gotten.

Lane wasn’t perfect, but he damn sure made up for it with enthusiasm, and when he looked at Jared and said, “Do you want me to put my mouth on you?” it was also the
shortest
hand job, because Jared came with a surprised moan, hips twisting, grabbing at Lane’s hand and making him tighten his grip, because that’s what he liked.

“Well, you were right about one thing,” Jared said, a few minutes later, sitting up to pull his shirt off. “You’re not a scared virgin at all. You’re just a bossy one who wants a detailed instruction manual.”

Lane ducked his head, blushing a little. “I just like to do things right, is all.”

“See. No. This is why I thought you were shy.” Jared reached over and took Lane’s shirt in his hands to yank it off. “You do the whole blushing thing—”

“I have really fair skin, all right?”

“—and you apologize a lot. And then you talk like you work for a gay phone-sex line. And you’re seriously strange. You know that, right?” He was also seriously hot, Jared noticed, with some impressive abs that made Jared want to come all over his stomach, just because.

“Do they have those?” Lane asked, watching Jared tug his jeans the rest of the way off.

Jared was still thinking about his little fantasy of coming all over Lane’s stomach. “Have what?”

“Gay phone-sex lines.” Lane watched him with that same expectant look from earlier.

“I—you know what the Internet is, don’t you?” Jared reached to take Lane’s jeans off, and his eyebrows raised as he saw Lane was getting hard again.

“I’m twenty,” Lane said, almost defensively. “Sorry?”

“Stop apologizing.” Jared pushed him down, pulled off his boxers, and then started kissing him again. They were both naked, and it felt good—different from the girl in the shower the night before. “I’m older than twenty, so you’re going to have to give me some time to catch up.”

“All right.” Lane made that sound like he was granting Jared a concession. “Tell me about the girl? I mean, if you want to.”

“I pretty much told you the whole thing.” Jared kissed him again, almost lazily, and he could feel Lane start to push up against him. It was going to be a long night, and he was definitely going to enjoy it, even if he ended up asleep for the rest of the week to make up for it.

“You could have done that with me. Last night.”

Jared’s breath hitched slightly. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I figured that.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Jared raised his head because Lane was pushing his hips up, but he was also lying with his hands at his sides, like he wasn’t allowed to touch Jared. “You can put your hands on me, you know. In fact, I’m going to be mad if you don’t.”

“I thought you said you needed time to catch up.”

Jared’s brow furrowed. “How is it you seem like you know what you’re doing sometimes, and then it’s like you just got dropped off on this planet?” He kissed him to make that sound less mean.

Lane didn’t seem to mind. “I’m very coordinated? I don’t know. Look, I’m not… I have no idea how to do this, but trust me, I think about it a lot. But you know, I usually get caught up in the part we just finished, not the other stuff. Like… touching you.”

Jared put his face in Lane’s neck, sighing and sucking gently at the skin there. “Stop thinking about it so much. Do you want to touch me?”

“Yeah,” Lane murmured, and then he sounded shy. This kid was giving Jared whiplash.

“Okay. Then do it. And you thought about it too, huh?”

“Mmmhmm.” Lane settled his warm hands tentatively on Jared’s back, until Jared rubbed Lane’s cock with his thigh. Then Lane dug his short nails in slightly, and that was much better.

“You can scratch me. I like that,” Jared told him. Lane immediately complied. He was very good at following directions, for someone who could also be really bossy. “Did you think about it last night?”

“I got myself off against the door.”

Jared lifted his head, trying to picture that. “Wait. What? How?”

“Hmm? Oh. The usual way. With my hand. What did you mean, though? Is there another way? Show me.”

That, right there.
That
was the thing that Jared couldn’t keep up with—and liked a whole lot more than he should. “I thought you meant you got off rubbing against the door.”

“No. I’ve never tried that. Should I? Can you get on top of me again? All the way on top of me, like you did at first.” Lane scratched his back, like Jared was a cat.

“Tell me what you did when you got home, and maybe I will.” He was totally going to, had been planning on it, in fact, but first he was going to make Lane ask him for it.

“I told you. I leaned against the door and got off thinking about you and the elevator.”

“Me and the elevator? Kinky. You’re weirder than I thought, Courtnall.”

Lane punched him on the shoulder. “You and
me
in the elevator.”

“And sucking me off? Or was I sucking you off? You need to use more words, here.” Jared grinned against Lane’s shoulder. This part was fun. There were some advantages to being older and needing recovery time.

“I didn’t get that far. It didn’t really take me that long.”

“You really
were
hard up,” Jared said, kissing down Lane’s chest.

“You have no idea,” Lane said, and his fingers dug into Jared’s shoulders again. This time, when Jared put his mouth on him, Lane scratched him like he meant it. He also thrashed around and moaned a lot, and he talked more than almost anyone Jared had ever been to bed with, which was at odds with the kid’s normal personality.

He sucked Lane until Lane was saying pretty things like “Please,” and “Can I come? Is that okay?” And then, when Jared told him no, just to see what he’d do, Lane said, “But why not? I really want to. Do you know how good your mouth feels?” Because there was no way to say no to that, Lane followed Jared’s nod of assent with, “Thank God.”

By that time, Jared was pretty much all caught up and ready to go again. And he had a brief, insanely hot moment where he thought about fucking Lane, because he was pretty sure Lane would be into it. But something told him it wasn’t the time. Instead, he stretched out naked on top of Lane again and rubbed against him, then straddled him and jacked himself off so he came on Lane’s stomach. It was just as good as he’d thought it would be, and the way Lane watched him do it was hot as hell.

Later he got to see Lane’s pretty mouth on his cock in the shower, just like he’d imagined the night before. And his insistence on
doing it right
would have been really annoying if it weren’t for the whole blowjob part.

Jared slept like the dead, until his phone alarm went off at six-thirty with a bus-departure time of seven fifteen looming and Lane taking up most of the bed and absolutely all of the covers.

Part of him wished he hadn’t heard his alarm. He had two days off, and Savannah wasn’t that far away from Jacksonville. It was the fact that he was actually considering going back to sleep that got Jared up and out of bed.

He scribbled a note to Lane on the little hotel notepad and left it next to him on the bed.
That was fun, thanks—Jared.
It seemed dumb, but he did have to go, and when he tried to wake Lane up and tell him, Lane tried to kiss him. That kid was insatiable. Jesus Christ.

At the last second, Jared turned around and went back to the bed, grabbed the pen again, and scribbled his number on the note. What the hell. It’s not like he expected anything to come of it. He never did. Jared had learned his lesson the hard way on that one.

But when he was on the bus, half-asleep in his seat and thinking about Lane being bossy and messy and “
Can I come, is that okay?
” a little voice told him maybe he hadn’t learned that lesson quite as well as he’d thought.

LIVING WITH
Ryan was both better and worse than living in the Econo Lodge. If pressed, Lane wasn’t sure which one he’d say he preferred.