Linc took the hint, removing his T-shirt and jeans. And damn. It was one thing to know the guy was ripped and hot as fuck and another to have it all on display, defined muscles, dark ink of his tattoos, smattering of chest hair. His tats were an eclectic mix—geraniums on his upper shoulder with his mother’s name under them, geometric cuff on his biceps, flames and a helmet on the other arm, and one he didn’t remember seeing before on his back—a Celtic cross caught in flames with “all give some, some give all” around it, and he knew without asking that that one was for Wyatt.
“I want to get one too.” He gestured at Linc’s back. “A memorial one for him and my dad both. So far I’ve been chicken.”
“Yeah? I’ve got a woman over in Bend, does nice work. But it’s a big decision. And you look plenty good without the ink.” Linc’s exaggerated leer said he wasn’t up for heavy discussion around tattoos, and Jacob was glad for the out. He flopped onto the bed, making himself grin up at Linc, not let any talk of Wyatt ruin this before it even got started.
“This is me hoping those condoms are the extralarge variety,” he said as Linc skimmed off his black boxer briefs. He picked up one to examine it, but Linc plucked it from his fingers, set it aside before straddling Jacob.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Balancing his weight on one arm, he claimed Jacob’s mouth in a thorough kiss that made all jokes and inconvenient thoughts flee, leaving only burning need in its wake. Linc’s free hand explored Jacob’s torso while they kissed, lighting up nerve endings Jacob had forgotten he had. He pushed Jacob’s arms over his head, stretching him out, making him even more at Linc’s mercy before dipping his head and licking Jacob’s neck like he had in the kitchen.
“You have some sort of neck fetish?” he asked, trying to distract himself from how damn good it felt.
“More like I’ve got a you fetish.” Linc laughed.
“Good.” He liked knowing he was under his skin, that the big, tough guy wasn’t any more immune to this thing than Jacob was. “Do your worst.”
“Oh, I will.” Linc waggled his eyebrows before sobering. “And don’t worry, I won’t leave marks.”
“Darn. But yeah...smart.” Under any other circumstance, he’d love to wear Linc’s bites on his skin, but he was hyper-aware of having to change at work the next day in the locker room and not wanting questions or teasing. Sighing, he stretched, trying to chase away work thoughts. And thinking about tomorrow, when this would be a memory, was damn depressing. Better to yank Linc up for another kiss until nothing mattered except them and this right here, right now.
Linc used his tongue to fuck his way into Jacob’s mouth, a deliberate rhythm that had Jacob writhing against the sheets, desperate to get on with the main event.
“Come on, come on,” he urged.
“So damn impatient. We’re getting there.” Pressing another openmouthed kiss against Jacob’s neck, Linc managed to sound like they had all the time in the world.
“Not fast enough.” He tried to reach for the lube bottle, but Linc stayed his hand.
“Not yet.” The stern expression on Linc’s face had him shivering.
“You’re just trying to pay me back for teasing you earlier.”
“Maybe.” Shifting his weight, Linc fisted Jacob’s cock, a light touch that barely grazed the shaft but had Jacob groaning all the same. “Or maybe this is just fun, making you beg.”
“Oh, fuck. Please. Please.” If it was begging Linc wanted, it was begging he’d get, especially when Linc dipped his fingers lower, teasing Jacob’s balls and the sensitive skin behind them. Their mouths met in a lengthy kiss as Linc continued his gentle assault, fingers dancing everywhere but never lingering long enough for Jacob’s taste. “Please. Need it.”
Apparently those were the right words, because Linc growled and blessedly grabbed the lube bottle at last, coating his fingers. Jacob wanted to protest that he didn’t need a ton of prep and that Linc should just get on with it, but Linc’s touch felt too good to protest the attention. Even wanting it so much though, his body still tensed as Linc’s blunt fingers pressed against his rim.
“Fuck. You sure you’ve done this before?” Linc’s forehead creased as he pulled back to make gentle circles with his slick fingers that felt amazing and went a long way to getting Jacob’s muscles to relax.
“Yeah.” They weren’t going to discuss how rarely as he could already sense Linc about to offer to get off another way. Now that they were here, Jacob wasn’t losing out on his one chance to experience this with Linc.
Moving with even more glacial slowness, Linc moved so they could kiss again while he rubbed and teased and reminded Jacob of all the reasons he wanted this. Gradually, he worked a finger in, but way too gently for Jacob’s tastes.