Read American Love Songs Online
Authors: Ashlyn Kane
“Fuck, fuck, Jesus,” Jake swore, thrusting hard into the welcome friction of Parkers hand and freezing as the pleasure overwhelmed him and left him wrung out and bare, panting over Parkers come-slick body.
Careless of the mess, Jake dropped his body down on top of Parkers, just conscious enough not to squash him, tucked his face into Parkers neck, and breathed deeply. “God, I think you broke me.”
“Are you still under warranty?” Parkers voice was muffled, mostly because he was talking directly into Jakes shoulder. “Because if not, that would suck.”
“Just need a recharge,” Jake told him, rolling to one side and grabbing the box of Kleenex from the bedside table. As far as cleanup went, it was pretty substandard, but since he was fairly certain his legs wouldnt actually hold his weight at that particular moment, it didnt really matter. “I am a man. Sex is followed by naptime. QED.”
Jake snorted, kicking his jeans off the rest of the way and tugging at the covers. “Are you kidding? Now that I have you in my bed, youre not allowed out of it.”
“Thats very alpha male of you.” But Parker didnt complain as he burrowed down beside him, and Jake suddenly realized hed never actually
slept
beside anyone but Parker.
“Already marked you,” Jake joked, sliding an arm over Parkers waist. He wasnt sure when he had turned into such a pansy, but he thought it was probably the minute Parker took out his guitar. “Ill bite your neck, too, if you want.”
Jake wanted to say it then, the words building so loud in his head that it took him biting his lips not to, but hed promised. He kissed the top of Parkers head instead, took a deep breath, and whispered, “Go to sleep.”
Jake frowned. Mike was usually more on the ball than that. “Chris and Jimmy left for Kansas last night. Its just Parker and me, and hes sleeping. Whats up?”
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Jake could feel it when his frown deepened. “No offense, Mike, but were sort of past the point where getting a gig is a big deal.” Certainly it could have waited for a more reasonable hour.
“Chad Whatever-his-name-is has laryngitis.”
From Red Star? “So?”
“Good, this call is costing a fortune. Oh, just one more thing.” “Sure,” Jake said weakly.
“I need you to come up with something for the Grammys.”
Jake had no choice but to wake Parker after that. If he didnt get his hands or mouth on Parkers naked skin in the next ten seconds, he was going to go crazy.
Still, there was something of an art to waking a sleeping lover, so Jake crawled back into the bed as quietly as he could, fitting himself against the curve of Parkers back and pressing his nose into the hollow of his shoulder.
“Hmmm, not going to work,” Parker continued, but the way he rolled over onto his back to allow Jake better access gave him away. Jake continued the steady, soothing strokes, widening his circles gradually until the tips of his fingers touched Parkers hipbones.
Jake kissed his shoulder sweetly and ghosted his fingers over the bulge tenting Parkers boxers. All thoughts of New Years and the Grammys flew out the proverbial window.
Huffing out a long sigh, Parker rolled on top of him, bringing their noses within millimeters of touching. “You are so predictable,” he admonished, but the half-smile he paired it with ruined any chance of Jake perceiving it as a complaint.
“Might I remind you that it was you who jumped me last time,” Jake said pleasantly, squirming until Parker rolled off again with a sleepy laugh. “Its my turn.” He grabbed his arm and, with a bit of effort, managed to get Parker on his feet and headed toward the bathroom.
“The bedroom is back that way,” Parker pointed out with a mild whine. Jake felt it when goose bumps rose up on his arms and crowded him up against the counter to keep him warm. After that it was only a small thing to grab him by the hips and lift him until he was sitting next to the sink.
Jake rubbed their noses together before taking Parkers mouth in a light, teasing kiss. “Unfortunately, the bedroom does not have a shower in it.” He worked his hands underneath Parkers sleep-warm Tshirt and tugged it up over his head.
Parker hummed an affirmative. “But then I realize Im the one benefiting.” He scored his nails lightly down the smooth skin of Jakes back and then snapped the elastic of his underwear. “And I get over it.”
“Smartass,” Jake said with a laugh, sliding their mouths together once more and then coaxing Parker off the counter again. “Come on, get naked. I have an idea.”
“Such a romantic.” Parker complied easily, though Jake noticed that he still flushed in embarrassment at his own nudity in the broad daylight streaming in through the bathroom window, a completely endearing trait.
Jake pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his shoulder before turning to the shower and starting the water running, making sure the water was an appropriate temperature before he skinned out of his boxers and manhandled Parker into it.
Following after him, he kissed Parker again, with intent this time, but slowly, making each brush of lips and flick of tongue count. Parker didnt so much melt against him as he tried to inhabit the same skin Jake was wearing, and Jake wasnt going to complain about that, not with Parkers wet, slick, naked,
interested
body pushed up against his own.
Even as Jakes cock bobbed with interest of its own, he reminded himself that getting off was not really the goal here. Well, except that it was, just that it wasnt
all
he was aiming for. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away and reached for the soap, maneuvering Parker under the warm spray. “Cmere, I wanna try something.”
The muscles in Parkers back tensed for a second, but then he relaxed, and Jake let out a slow breath, silently praying that he didnt fuck this up. He put down the soap and reached for the body wash instead—it had a more sensual feel, he thought idly—and poured a small amount in his hands.
He washed Parkers shoulders and arms first, wanting to relax him, and then his legs and feet, because Parker was ticklish there and Jake didnt want to ruin the mood for later. Then his back and chest were warm and smooth and firm under Jakes hands, and the way Parker leaned into each touch, silently asking for more, begging Jake not to stop touching him, was more erotic than a thousand kisses. He washed Parkers cock next, firm length of flesh bobbing in his hand, and Parker made a noise of contentment, but he wasnt so wound up yet that it made him crazy.
That was good, Jake thought as he reached up a hand to detach the showerhead, making sure all the suds were rinsed away before hanging it back up again. Jake needed him to stay relaxed. He poured another small amount of body wash into his hand and leaned his head next to Parkers, trying to match his breathing. “Trust me.” It was half command, half plea.
After only a slight hesitation, Parker nodded, and the muscles in Jakes stomach tightened as he reached down between them with the body wash and smeared it liberally over the skin of Parkers ass. He spent a good amount of time smoothing and caressing the skin before spreading another handful of body wash over the pucker between Parkers cheeks, and Jake didnt miss the quiet hiss or the flinch. “Shh, relax,” he murmured, rubbing his free hand up and down Parkers chest soothingly even as his own heart pounded. He was sure Parker would enjoy this, but he had to loosen up first. “Can you do that for me? The second you tell me you dont like it, Ill stop, okay?”
It took another second, but eventually Parker nodded again, and Jake watched as the conscious effort to relax washed the tension from Parkers posture. He hummed softly to himself as he circled the little pucker, making no effort at penetration, just increasing the pressure gradually.
When he felt Parker relaxing, saw him sag a little against the wall, heard a huff of breath that was almost but not quite a sigh, he poured some more body wash on his hand and pushed gently in with one finger.
Jake froze as Parkers body went stiff, holding himself very still until Parker slowly relaxed around him. When he moved, it was just a tiny fraction of an inch, just a little curl of his finger until Parker shuddered all over and leaned heavily against the wall of the shower with a moan. “Jake.”
“Shh,” Jake told him, drawing his finger out slowly before gently reinserting it, repeating the motion until Parker was trembling continuously. “You said youd trust me, remember?”
Parker nodded, his face flushed with heat and arousal, and Jake brushed a kiss to the back of his shoulder before pulling his hand away and sliding to his knees, watching without touching for a moment as the water sluiced over the curves of Parkers ass. Then he ran his hands up the backs of Parkers shaking thighs until he was cupping the globes of his butt, licked his lips a little, and leaned in.
The quivering in Parkers legs only intensified when Jake licked the broad of his tongue across Parkers asshole, but Parker didnt make a sound. Every swipe of his tongue seemed to relax the muscle more, and Jake would bet dollars to donuts that if he saw Parkers cock right now it would be red and dripping, but he had to check. He pulled back a little, let his thumb rub across Parkers hole while he looked up. Parker had his eyes closed and his mouth open, his fist jammed into it as if to block any unseemly sounds from escaping. His balls were high and tight, and Jake circled with his thumb and pushed before leaning back in. His own erection was angry and feeling neglected, but right now he needed to make Parker come apart more than he needed any relief of his own.
In the end, he didnt even have to touch Parkers cock. The moment he slid in deeper, a thumb on either side of Parkers hole to keep him open, Parkers body quaked. His hand slapped hard against the tile in an effort to hold him up as his legs buckled and his cock sprayed all over the wall of the shower. Jake had just enough presence of mind to help keep him from falling, steadying his hands against Parkers lower back, when all he really wanted to do was reach into his own lap and jerk himself furiously until he came all over Parkers wet, pink skin.
Gradually, Parker slid down the cool wall of the shower and turned around. His pupils were huge, his mouth red where it had been stretched around his knuckles. He leaned forward, but not for the kiss Jake was anticipating—instead, he lowered his head to Jakes cock and took him down in one long swallow.
Jake didnt even have time to inhale, much less warn Parker, before he came in rapid, hot pulses so strong it was like his whole body was trying to push out through his dick. He ended up more or less lying on the floor of the shower with Parker in his lap, struggling to breathe through the furious complaints of his stomach muscles.
“Dude, I didnt even touch your dick,” Jake crowed. Despite the protests of every major muscle group in his body, he had to raise his head to look at Parker when he said it. Parkers face was a picture of embarrassment, naturally. “That is so hot.”
“Ugh,” Parker emoted. Jake interpreted it as, “You are such a freak of nature; I dont know why I like it.” Parker dropped his head back down on Jakes still-twitching thigh. “The waters getting cold.”
After a moment or two more, Parker got up and turned the water off, and Jake reluctantly exited the shower, grabbed the two largest towels from the linen closet, and manhandled Parker into one.