Chapter 11

Jesse’s eyes flew open, startled as Jack hefted him into his lap. Bemusedly, he exhaled a sigh of relief that the San Pellegrino had not yet been opened. His limbs flung everywhere as he scrambled to settle on top of Jack, who stopped kissing him long enough to adjust their position and catch a few breaths.

“Is this okay?” Jack asked. He rested his forehead against Jesse’s, fingers curled around his hips.

“Yeah,” Jesse whispered. “This is very okay.”

He smothered Jack’s laughter with more kisses. Jack’s beard was softer than expected, but then again, Jesse hadn’t hooked up with anyone bearded since college. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone periodin months.

And Jack wasn’t just anyone. He damn well knew what he was doing, and seemed in tune with what Jesse liked, switching up his moves as they explored each other. Every time one of his ministrations coaxed a hitched sigh from Jesse’s lips, Jack would hum his approval against Jesse’s skin and do it again.