Read American Love Songs Online
Authors: Ashlyn Kane
Parker inhaled sharply but otherwise didnt protest, and Jake continued until Parker was finally naked, his nipples pebbled and his hard cock flushed and dripping against his stomach. Jakes mouth watered for a taste, but he got distracted from the goal when Parkers warm palm pressed down on his dick, providing welcome pleasure.
Before Jake even realized it, Parker had him naked and whimpering, thrusting up into his hand uncontrollably. Parker kept licking at his nipples and rolling his balls as he stroked him, and somehow he had managed to keep Jakes hands away from his body entirely.
Parker gave up on biting his nipple and moved to his mouth, kissing him furiously. “Jake,” he panted into Jakes mouth, leaning their foreheads together briefly. “We need—do you have—” He struggled for breath and probably also for composure. “Stuff. Condoms. Lube.”
Jakes dick jerked in Parkers grasp, and he took a moment to lament the fact that Parker was so shy, because he had the perfect voice for dirty talk. “In the drawer,” he managed, too far gone at this point to consider the impact on Parkers innocent mind if he discovered the handful of sex toys just under the required items.
“Okay,” Parker managed, and Jake keened when he took his hand away, straddling Jake as he leaned to one side to yank the drawer open. Thankfully, he found what he was looking for quickly, dropping the tube and foil packet next to Jake on the mattress. With a breath so shaky Jake could feel the trembling in Parkers legs, he ran a hand down Jakes side and back up again, sliding it into his hair and holding him still for a kiss. Then he said, almost apologetically, “Youll have to show me what to do.”
With a jolt, Jake recalled that he would be bottoming, since there was no way he could be inside Parker and
not
tell him how he felt. It wasnt something hed done often—not since college, actually— because, to be honest, as much as he liked anonymous hookups, he wasnt going to go around trusting strangers not to hurt him or to use the proper protection.
He wasnt stupid enough to tell Parker that, though, and it wasnt like he didnt know what he was doing. Hed been on the other end of this equation often enough.
The first thing Jake said as he took Parkers hand was, “Relax.” He was trying to do the same thing himself, because he had the feeling that if he didnt take his own advice, this was going to be a disaster. “Just like any other time, we can stop as soon as you want, okay?”
Parker nodded. From the way he was looking down at Jake with an undisguised hunger, Jake had the feeling that that wasnt going to be a problem.
Jake tilted his head in the direction of the supplies Parker had hastily grabbed from his bedside table. “Open the lube and pour some in your hand.”
He could see and hear Parker swallow hard, but he followed the instructions. A little of the slick dripped onto the bedspread, but Jake could worry about that later. Right now, he had to concentrate on Parker. “Let it warm up a bit,” he continued. “Some people like the shock of cold lube every once in a while, but Im not really one of them.”
Parker nodded, staring blankly at his hand, and Jake realized that more distraction tactics were in order. “In the meantime, you can come down here and kiss me.”
That did it; the apprehension melted off of Parkers face, and he smiled, leaning down and laying a playful kiss over Jakes lips. Every time Jake tried to deepen it, he pulled back, in mimicry of the way Jake had teased him the other night. Frustrated and amused, Jake finally had to laugh. “Okay, okay. Payback. I get it.”
Parker flushed and looked down at his erection, which surprisingly hadnt wilted at all despite the discomfort he was evidently feeling. “That remains to be seen,” he murmured with the hint of a smile.
Jake couldnt help the laugh that escaped him, one that turned into a groan as Parker used the distraction to push his finger all the way inside. “Sneaky,” he said appreciatively, trying not to let the sting show on his face. It really had been a while.
When he looked up, the expression on Parkers face made his whole body twitch with lust. His lips were parted, eyes glazed over, as he stared at the place between Jakes legs where his finger disappeared.
Parker did, the movement smooth and fluid, and Jake shuddered involuntarily, closing his eyes and letting his body adjust to the rhythm. “Like this?”
“Mmm hmm,” Jake hummed in answer, barely resisting the urge to move right along with Parkers finger. “Shouldve known youd be a natural. Two next.”
There was a long moment of emptiness as Parker pulled his hand away to redistribute the lube, but the decisive motion he made when entering Jake with two fingers more than made up for it, and Jake was suddenly reminded that—“God, I love guitarists,” he moaned as Parkers long, strong, callused fingers pushed deep inside him. Guitarists were always so damn good with their hands.
“Shh,” Parker hushed him. He kept moving his fingers steadily; when he pushed in, Jake could feel the miniscule tremors of his arm against his inner thighs. He couldnt hear Parkers breathing over his own; his senses were overcome. The way his focus narrowed was similar to a panic attack, except that instead of being overcome with terror, what he felt was overwhelming anticipation and a healthy dose of nerves. “Another one?”
It was too soon, but Jake nodded anyway, hoping the burn of the third finger would help to ground him. It worked, to a certain extent—it was certainly more of a stretch than Jake was used to from touching himself, but it wasnt more than he could handle, now that hed set his mind to it.
The strain must have been showing on his face, though, because Parker made to withdraw with a hasty, “Sorry,” and Jake hissed and grabbed at his wrist, preventing him from moving.
“Its good,” he assured him, and it was
Parker
, so it wasnt a lie. “I just need a minute.” He let his fingers run up the length of Parkers arm to his shoulder and then to his face, brushing against a hint of stubble. “Okay?”
Parker nodded, wide-eyed, and his fingers flexed automatically, as if it was just an involuntary twitch of nerves. Jake groaned helplessly as Parker brushed against his prostate, dropping his head back into the pillows and just
feeling
. His cock jerked against his stomach, and he could feel Parkers eyes on him, which made it that much better. Then Parker did it again, and Jake shuddered. “Godamn fast learners,” he panted.
Jakes prick twitched again. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, lifting his hips into the thrusts and swallowing back the worst of his moans. “Yeah, you can. Whenever youre ready.”
Parker bent over him, resting his head on Jakes shoulder briefly while he continued to rock his fingers in and out of Jakes body. Jake waited patiently for as long as he could bear it before he curled his fingers in Parkers hair and dragged him up for a kiss, slipping his tongue in his mouth and scraping his teeth across Parkers bottom lip. Then he let go with one hand and reached down to stroke Parkers dick, spreading the moisture that had gathered at the tip down the length, testing out the hard, heavy weight of it. “Enough,” he whispered.
With a shaky gasp, Parker pulled his hand away, and between the two of them they managed, after several false starts, to get the condom on him.
Jake was as ready as he could be, but that didnt stop him from shaking when he felt the blunt tip of Parkers cock at his entrance. He swallowed hard. “Do it.”
Words left him when Parker pressed inside in one long, shaky push; he wanted to tense his muscles, but they went lax instead, like they werent under his control, and his head lolled back against the pillow. Parkers breathing was harsh in his ear now, and Jake felt the trembling of the muscles in his thighs against his skin. Parker made a ragged, animal sound next to Jakes cheek and buried his face in his shoulder.
Jake knew the feeling. Between the pressure and the burn and the way his hard cock was sliding messily against Parkers stomach, he was halfway to undone and unraveling quickly. It wasnt like this the last time he had let someone fuck him; then again, he sure as hell hadnt been in love.
God, he was in love with Parker. And if Parker didnt move soon and take his mind off of it, Jake wasnt going to be able to stop himself from saying it aloud. “Parker,” he urged, licking his lips. He arched his back a little. “Any time now.”
Parker groaned low against his neck, but he pushed himself up and sat back, brushing his cock against Jakes prostate as he did so. Jake couldnt help the way he gasped at that, at the way Parker looked in the winter sunlight streaming in from the window, casting him in a beautiful golden glow, and he got both hands on Parkers thighs just to steady himself.
Licking his lips, Parker flicked his gaze over Jakes face, taking in his expression; then he rutted forward again, just a little, just enough that Jakes stomach muscles tightened and he had to bite his lip hard to keep from coming. Christ, Parker hadnt even touched his dick, and he was already—
Parkers lips parted slightly as he thrust again, and Jakes eyes rolled back in his head. He was still uncomfortable, there was no two ways about that, but at the moment it wasnt impeding his enjoyment in the slightest. It just made everything that much more real.
With the way Parkers short, shallow thrusts were lighting him up inside, it was no wonder that the rest of that discomfort faded rapidly. Parker must have been watching him carefully even as he was lost in his own pleasure, because he lengthened the strokes as soon as it was gone, and the sudden depth and force had Jakes breath catching in the back of his throat. He only lasted a few seconds before he had to reach for his cock, gritting his teeth when Parker caught his hand and pinned it to the bed, shaking his head, his eyes wild.
Jake swore and squeezed his eyes shut, and Parker made another inhuman noise and doubled over so he was breathing right into the space between Jakes neck and his shoulder, and his stomach was not nearly the kind of friction Jake wanted to feel against his cock, but goddamnit it was enough, and he came hard enough to give himself a charley horse in his thigh.
It was the sudden cessation of noise and rush of cool air that made him open his eyes as Parker pulled back, his face a study in tortured ecstasy. Jake felt every pulse of his orgasm intimately, but he was focused on the set of Parkers mouth and the flutter of his eyelashes as he lost control.
He winced when Parker slid out of him, more at the sensation than from loss, since Parker just flopped down next to him and pushed his nose back against the skin of Jakes neck.
Jake smiled a little shakily and threaded the fingers of his left hand into Parkers hair. It wasnt everything, not yet, but for now, it was enough.
Oh, sorry, was I bragging?
It was loud. Frigid. Charged with energy.
Behind the staging area, they pulled off the coats keeping them warm and the mittens preventing frostbite, hardly daring to make eye contact with each other lest someone break the spell. Then suddenly they were under the spotlights and staring out at a sea of faces ten times bigger than any concert they had ever played.
They got halfway through the second song of the set before Jake noticed something was wrong; Chris had lost his grip on his guitar and was digging in his back pocket for something. Jake looked at Parker even though he was pretty sure Parker couldnt actually see him, then back at Jimmy, who stopped playing when he realized Chris wasnt singing. Jake followed his cue as Chris pulled out his cell phone, wondering how in the hell he ever heard it or felt it over the noise and vibrations of the stage. He must have been expecting the call.
Jakes jaw actually dropped. Hed always known Chris was a douchebag, but this was a little far, even for him. “Seriously?” he said aloud, accidentally into the microphone.
The crowd didnt seem to know what to do; they were all drunk and feeling good, for the most part, but Jake didnt want to think about what might happen if someone decided to take issue with how fucking rude Chris was being right now.
“Happy New Year, this is Chris,” he said, close enough to the mike that the whole crowd can hear him. There was a giant fucking grin on his face.
He’d better be happy
, Jake thought a little meanly.
This little stunt better be worth it.
“Yeah, its a little cold in New York this time of year,” he admitted with an exaggerated shiver; the crowd tittered a little. It really was fucking frigid. Jake couldnt feel his toes.