“I like your plans.” Jacob licked his way across Linc’s jaw. “All of it. The drive. The cake. This.”
And then they were kissing again, no more awkward talking. This they were good at. This he could count on, solid and real and reliable, the way it heated him up from the inside out.
They rolled slightly, giving Linc a view of the sky over Jacob’s shoulder. The stars were starting to come out in earnest now, a glittering canopy that dwarfed them, making Linc feel like little more than a speck of dirt on a soccer ball. But also wide-open, full of endless possibilities. He’d always loved this place for that reason. Far from the light pollution of any city, even the moon seemed closer, the sky that much bigger and brighter. But he’d never brought Jacob here, never had it to where what was in his head and heart was every bit as awe-inspiring as the sky itself. In the past, he’d come here for perspective, but with Jacob kissing him, everything got jumbled up in his brain, making him feel more significant, not less, and more alive than he had in years.
“Man. The stars really are something.” Jacob pulled back, wonder in his voice.
“Thought you might like it.” Maybe Linc didn’t have the first clue about birthday presents, but he could give him this, could share this place.
“I do.” Jacob’s mouth was more purposeful now, and Linc found himself surprisingly content to let him lead. Usually he liked to keep control, set the pace and be in charge regardless of who was doing the fucking, but with Jacob he was able to let some of that go.
They’d been at this enough weeks that he knew he could snatch the reins back at any point and Jacob would happily follow. And Jacob was hardly the type to take more than Linc wanted to give. Letting him explore and tease was freeing, allowing him to drift and watch the stars as Jacob kissed his mouth, then his ears and neck, all sorts of nerve endings Linc had forgotten he had.
“I can do whatever I want, right?” Jacob’s mouth ghosted across Linc’s collarbone as his fingers toyed with the waistband of Linc’s boxers.
“I’m yours.” Linc had meant to give a more trite “it’s your birthday” response, but the truth slipped out instead. And he was. Jacob owned him in almost every way that mattered, had Linc’s head and heart both.
“Good.” Jacob’s kiss was firm and decisive as he shoved Linc’s boxers out of the way. He shifted, a momentary rush of cool air before his warm mouth swallowed Linc’s cock in a smooth move.
Linc’s mouth opened, him about to tell Jacob that he didn’t need anywhere near this much prelude, but all that came out was a low groan cutting through the still night air. Usually when it came to fucking, he got in a mood, got fucked, simple as that, but of course nothing with Jacob was simple. He made complicated fun, long drawn-out encounters magical. Jacob inspired him to try all sorts of foreplay he’d previously ignored—massages, shared showers, kissing for what felt like hours. And apparently Jacob enjoyed returning the favor as well.
Now, with Jacob’s mouth working him with its usual practiced ease while his fingers grew more adventurous, Linc had to exhale, take a moment to appreciate the slow road he was always advocating to Jacob. Slow was good. Delicious even, the way Jacob easily paired the methodical, deep deep strokes of his mouth with gentle explorations of his slick fingers against Linc’s rim. He sucked harder as his fingers pressed in, a devilish move that Linc filed away for later. Not able to stay still any longer, he tangled his hand in Jacob’s thick hair, body surging toward Jacob.
“More,” he demanded and mercifully, Jacob complied, going for a second finger and faster pace with more tongue action on the underside of Linc’s cock. “Fuck. Damn, you are too good at this...”
“I try.” Jacob chuckled before diving back down, mouth sinking all the way to the root, fingers going deeper, firm pressure against Linc’s prostate that had him moaning louder.
“Now. Come on. Don’t wanna come this way.” Unlike Jacob, he didn’t entirely hate getting fucked after coming, but that wasn’t what he wanted right then, wanting to drag this out longer, let it build even more.
“Always so bossy,” Jacob chided even as he shifted backward. The sound of foil tearing and more lube being applied had Linc’s body tensing with more of that delicious anticipation. To his surprise, Jacob didn’t have him flip, instead pushing Linc’s legs up and back as he moved between them. Huh. Being on his back like this wasn’t Linc’s usual preference, and he almost asked to switch, but then Jacob was kissing him again, mouth hot and needy. Linc swallowed back his objections. The position might make him more vulnerable than he liked, but this was Jacob, and if Jacob wanted him like this, then Linc would give it to him, would give him everything he had within him to give.