He kisses Jacob’s neck. Tiny kisses at first, and he licks along the curve of Jacob’s throat as if the skin is spun of sugar. Jacob tastes that sweet.
Avery rolls Jacob back against the wall, trailing kisses across Jacob’s smooth, boyish chest. He pulls Jacob closer. His mouth closes over one hard nipple as ruddy as Jacob’s lips. He swirls his tongue around the bud. It’s like those button candies he used to buy as a kid. Colored nubs on white cardboard. Lick them off. He can do that now, eat this boy up like that. He wants to.
Jacob’s sharp intake of breath is a hiss in the quiet room. “Where did you learn that?” Jacob always asks things like that. Avery doesn’t like to talk about the guys he’s known but Jacob always wants to know.
“My first boyfriend,” Avery replies. He bites Jacob a little harder than he intends to. He thinks they should change the subject.
Jacob moans. His hand fists in Avery’s hair, tugging just until it hurts, then relaxes. “Greg?”