So Far Gone

so-far-gone-web-versionJacob Donnelly wants something new. Something different. Which is why he’s got a one-way ticket to New York and his bags packed. One last night out to the bar finds him in a sexy stranger’s bed, giving in to an explosive chemistry Jacob had been searching for, but never found. Until now. It’s too bad he’s leaving town, although once he finds out his one night stand’s true identity, Jacob can’t get away fast enough.

Cash Warner made a mistake. It doesn’t matter that he’d never felt anything like the fire generated between him and Jacob. He doesn’t plan to ever see his one-night hookup ever again. Except he does. When the reality of what they’d done fully sets in, Jacob flees, leaving Cash struggling with how to deal with the bitter taste of betrayal he can’t escape. Because even with Jacob gone for years, Cash can’t stop wanting more of that one night. Fate conspires against them once again, bringing Jacob home after tragedy strikes, and they’ll find it near impossible to keep their distance despite being committed to other people.
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Chapter One

“Are you really sure about this?”

Jacob paused in stuffing underwear into a worn black suitcase and straightened before facing his brother. He understood where Eric was coming from and it pained him, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, bro. Dead sure.”

Eric smiled, but Jacob caught the heaviness in his eyes. “I know.” He let out a wistful sigh. “You always were the more decisive of the two of us.”

The two of them. Yes. Ever since Jacob turned sixteen and celebrated by shoving his tongue down his best friend, Jonny’s throat, it’d been him and his brother Eric. That was the day his parents discovered the truth about Jacob’s sexuality, a truth he’d kept hidden since he’d been thirteen. They’d promptly kicked him out. It was what they did, his family, when they found you lacking. Kicked you out. He was thrown out wearing only a pair of boxers, his clothes flung after him on the front porch. When he finally called the brother he hadn’t seen since Eric left home four years prior, he’d learned their family had treated Eric the same when they found out he was gay.

It’d been the two of them ever since. Jacob was twenty-five now and ready for a change. Eric was thirty-five, and wasn’t one to shake up the status quo. Unlike Jacob, Eric liked living in Mundy. With a population of six thousand within the city limits and an easy ten thousand occupying the rural areas, Mundy seemed to fill Eric’s needs. Jacob loved his brother, but he wasn’t willing to stifle himself any longer. So yes, he was sure. He’d drive to Houston where he’d catch a plane to New York. He was going where no one knew his face.

He studied his brother where he stood in the bedroom doorway, arms folded across his chest, expression serious. Eric kept himself in shape. His dark hair was still glossy, though his face had earned a few lines, especially around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. The boys Jacob met in the clubs would be all over his brother, but Eric wasn’t the type for clubs. He’d always been a homebody.

Not Jacob.

“You know this isn’t me leaving you, right?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I just—I want something more, bro. Something different.”

Eric’s lips curved. “You talking like we’re two females, cub. I know you.” He nodded. “I raised you, so I know you, and I saw this coming long before you did.”

“Yeah?” Jacob hadn’t mentioned wanting to leave until about six months ago, but he understood what his brother was saying. Sometimes Eric knew him better than he knew himself.

“Yeah.” Sadness shadowed Eric’s gaze before he lowered his lashes, hiding from Jacob. “I understand it.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Hell, I did the same thing you’re doing.”

Right. When the family had kicked Eric out, he’d moved to Houston and never looked back until Jacob called him for help. “You never talk about that time,” he pointed out.

“Nothing to talk about.” Eric’s shoulders lifted then dropped. “Wasn’t my thing after all.” But he sounded sad, maybe even wistful. Or was Jacob reading him wrong?

“Is that why you’re not trying to stop me?” he asked. “You think I’ll come running back?”

Eric moved away from the doorway and stepped further into the bedroom. “Thought never crossed my mind.” He stopped within a breadth of Jacob and patted him on the cheek. “I have faith in you.”

Sincerity rang out loud and clear in Eric’s voice and emotion clogged Jacob’s throat, making his eyes itch. “Th-That makes one of us.” He cringed when his voice shook, but Eric just threw his head back and laughed.

“You’re not as weak as our mother and that fool she’s married to,” Eric said, gaze intense on Jacob’s face. “You’re not even as set in your ways as me. You’re you, cub, and I think you’re stronger than you believe.”

Rendered mute, Jacob could only nod when Eric pulled him into a tight hug. Two slaps on his back and Eric stepped away.

“It’s your last night in town, what are you gonna do?”

Jacob shrugged. He hadn’t actually planned anything. “Might hit the bars. Might stay in, not sure yet.”

Eric grinned. “Be safe, y’hear?”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “C’mon bro, I’m not a teenager anymore, and you’re not that old, despite what you think.”

Eric just patted Jacob’s shoulder and walked out the room. “Later.”

Jacob sank onto the bed when Eric disappeared. He’d lucked out, for sure. Unlike the countless amounts of teens who’d ended on the streets, turning to drugs and God knew what else to survive, he’d had Eric. The guy had been ill-equipped to deal with a heartbroken teenager intent on self destructing, but somehow, Eric had done it. He’d helped Jacob straighten up his act, to accept who he was, and to deal with the pain of his mother and stepfather’s ignorance and disapproval. Eric had been his role model, a man who wasn’t at all content to slip into the stereotypical mold the people of their town expected a gay man to fit. Jacob had earned a big brother, a best friend, and a father in Eric. They had different fathers, Eric’s disappearing long before their mother, Netta, gave birth to him. She’d married Jacob and their little sister, Jaya’s father when Jacob was still a toddler. And by the time Jaya was crawling, their father was dead from a logging accident and their mother was shacking up with his brother.

Jacob shuddered. This was the woman who gave Eric and him grief for being gay. Who turned up her nose at them.

It hurt him, the thought of leaving, but he wanted more than working in Mrs. Perry’s hardware store and driving out of town to feel another man’s skin on his. He didn’t know how Eric did it, but loneliness didn’t seem to affect his brother the way it affected Jacob. He’d never seen his brother in a relationship, never seen him have another man stay over. Jacob had a feeling the time Eric spent in Houston had something to do with his attitude on relationships, but Jacob would never ask. Eric appeared content in running his small landscaping company.

Jacob resumed packing his suitcase then zipped it and placed it to the side of the room. He wasn’t leaving until the next evening, but he didn’t want to do anything last minute. If he went out tonight—looking mighty likely that he would—he’d be too hung-over on sex in the morning to do much. He didn’t like having to bar hop to get his sex, but there really wasn’t much of a choice outside of going all the way to Houston.

Tonight would hopefully be his last. He wanted a steady someone and New York just might be the place to find one. Of course, that wasn’t the reason he was taking off for the concrete jungle. Mrs. Perry’s nephew’s mother-in-law lived in New York, and the old lady was looking for someone to manage a few of her buildings out there. Jacob had the job if he wanted it, along with a free apartment of his own.

Fort-five minutes later, freshly showered and wearing his most comfortable jeans, the well-worn pair that did wonders for his ass—according to a guy he’d picked up in a bar—a white cotton tee, and black boots, Jacob hopped into the pickup he and his brother shared. He always felt so cheap after a night like this, but he promised himself things would change soon.

TJ’s Tavern wasn’t technically a gay bar; all types filled the place, playing pool, eating wings and burgers that weren’t half bad. A steady hum of conversation flowed, along with clinking glasses and whatever football game was up on the big screen behind the bar. Jacob wasn’t a regular by any means, but he knew his way around. After taking a deep breath, he walked up to the bar.

One beer later, his back was to the bar and he was eyeing the prospects. Slim pickings. No one stood out, or made his blood race. Maybe he wasn’t putting out the available vibe. With so many things on his mind, maybe he shouldn’t have come out tonight. He should have stayed in. Ordered a pizza, downed some beers and spent the rest of the time he had with his brother.

Fucking selfish. Damn. When had he turned into a prick? He faced the bar with a grimace and plunked his empty beer bottle down. A blast of cool air ruffled the hairs on his nape, signaling a door opening. Jacob got to his feet and placed money down next to the beer bottle. Time to go back home, he shouldn’t have come out in the first place.

“Gimme two Buds.”

Someone stepped next to him and leaned over the bar, talking to the bartender. Jacob glanced in the direction of the voice then froze. The man next to him was tall, a little over Jacob’s five-eleven frame. Hair buzzed closed to his scalp, this guy was pure muscle under skin the color of milk chocolate. Dark tight jeans, black t-shirt under a black motorcycle jacket and black boots gave him a tough edge. And he smelled like heat—hot skin on a hot summer day.

Jacob swallowed. Damn. His body perked up. Oh hell.

“Hey, Cash,” a female called out, and the man next to Jacob glanced over his shoulder.

Jacob followed his movements. The guy—Cash—grinned at a young woman clad in the shortest, tightest pair of jean cut-offs, paired with a red top with a plunging neckline, and a head full of midnight curls that tumbled down her back to brush her ass. Her skin was a few shades lighter than Cash’s and she was gorgeous. Jacob caught a glimpse of her body when she stood and walked over to the pool table and almost swallowed his tongue.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. Her body was amazing. Enough curves to make a man dizzy, and legs that went on and on. He didn’t stand a chance with this Cash dude, not that he made it a habit of messing with straight men. No way.

“You wanna play?” the woman shouted to Cash. “Bet I can take all your money.” She winked and Cash chuckled.

“I can’t play worth a damn,” he said. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Rocky?”

The woman pouted and brought the end of the pool cue to her full lips painted a glossy nude. “Kinda hoped I could get you to play. I’d have let you win. Loser loses their clothes.”

Cash laughed and oh boy, Jacob shivered at the low and husky timbre.

“You got nothing I want, Rocky.”

“Aw, shucks.” Rocky pouted, Cash laughed again, and Jacob groaned.

Okay. He had to leave before he made a fool of himself.

“You never know,” Rocky said as Cash walked over with their beers. “I just might be the one to make you like girls.”

Bells went off in Jacob’s head and he paused midstride on his way to the door. Cash liked boys. Because why else would— Fuck. He changed direction and bee-lined for a table hidden all the way in the back of the bar, in the shadows. He sat back and feasted his eyes on Cash. The way he moved, light but with purpose, the way he smiled, with his entire face. Even the way his lips moved when he spoke and when he sucked the beer from the bottle. He played pool with Rocky and every time Cash bent to hit the balls, Jacob’s groin tightened.

Hot damn. That ass.

Time fell away and he became lost in the sight of the man he watched. Something about this Cash perked his body right up, made his blood sing. Tonight of all nights. The feeling was bittersweet. He’d never had a reaction to another man quite like this.

“Hey there.”

Jacob jerked his head up and almost gasped. Cash sank into the chair opposite him, dark gaze intent.

“Uh…”

“You been looking at me.”

That wasn’t a question. “I—” Jacob licked his lips.

“You.” The word mocked Jacob, but Cash’s gaze was searching.

“Yes.” Jacob cleared his throat. “I’ve been watching you.”

“You looking for something in particular?” Cash lifted a dark eyebrow and Jacob stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts. Cash didn’t break the gaze, he held Jacob tightly to him as surely as if they were locked in an embrace.

“Yes,” Jacob said slowly. “I was looking for something, but I…I think I may have found it.”

Cash blinked then, heat blazing in his eyes. He nodded once, but didn’t move otherwise. “I’m Cash.”

“Cash.” Jacob spoke his name for the first time testing it out. He liked it. “Jacob. I’m Jacob.”

“Jacob.” Cash smiled and Jacob shivered. “You should go to the men’s room, Jacob.”

His brain wasn’t working properly, wasn’t getting enough oxygen or something because for a second there, Jacob felt bewildered. Lost. He couldn’t process the words Cash spoke. He stared and Cash stared back, waiting…waiting…

“Oh.” He jerked backward then jumped to his feet. Cash’s gaze dropped to Jacob’s crotch. He followed the gaze then cursed. “Shit.” He was hard. Clearly.

Cash’s lips quirked. “Bathroom?”

Jacob inhaled. “Yes.” One last gaze into Cash’s eyes and Jacob went. He walked to the bathroom on unsteady legs, palms sweaty, fists opening and closing as he tried to grasp and identify what it was he was feeling. He didn’t understand it.

He entered the bathroom and ducked, checking for feet in the closed stalls. He saw none. The door opened behind him and he spun around as Cash grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the closet stall. Jacob gulped.

Firm lips descended on his. He whimpered and opened, grinding against Cash’s hard body as their tongues met. Cash held him steady when Jacob would have crumpled to the floor. Pleasure zinged through his veins and hardened his cock even more. Cash tasted of the beer he’d consumed. His scent was everywhere and Jacob melted into it, clutching Cash’s t-shirt. Cash’s hands drifted from Jacob’s shoulder to his back and down, cupping his ass through his jeans and squeezing. Jacob’s cock jerked. He moaned and shifted closer, pressing tighter against Cash’s hip.

Cash grunted, body straining against Jacob’s. He brought his hands to the front, grabbed hold of Jacob’s erection and squeezed.

“Ugh.” Jacob broke the kiss and threw his head back. Cash latched on to his throat, biting him, sucking him while stroking him through his jeans. Jacob pushed into his hand, silently begging for more, something more.

“Fuck.” Cash cursed against Jacob’s clavicle. “You’re fucking hot.”

A wave of heat washed over Jacob’s skin at those words. He made an inarticulate sound in the back of his throat and humped Cash.

“Yeah,” Cash breathed against him. “Hot.” He cupped Jacob’s ass again. “Want this. Want your ass.”

“Ungh.” Jacob hooked a leg around Cash’s waist, bringing their crotches together. Cash grabbed his face with both hands.

“Look at me.”

Jacob blinked, trying desperately to clear his foggy vision. “Huh?”

“I’ve got a room at the motel down the road.” He didn’t finish, just left it hanging and Jacob stared at him, at his swollen lips and the promise in his eyes. Cash looked like a man who could deliver on that promise.

“Yes.” He licked his lips and felt Cash’s cock jerk where they were pressed together. “Yes to the motel. And my ass.”

Cash barked a laugh. He kissed Jacob again, a loud, wet smack then stepped away. “Room 201. Fifteen minutes.” He shouldered his way out the bathroom stall and Jacob sagged against the wall.

What the hell was happening?

 

 

Chapter Two

Jacob made it to the motel in under fifteen minutes and stood outside room 201, a hand raised, as he hesitated to knock. His body was jittery, needing what Cash appeared to be willing to give. This would be the first time Jacob’s mind tried to talk him out of hooking up with a stranger. The intense sensation of falling he got while staring into Cash’s dark gaze threatened to overwhelm him.

He swallowed and knocked. Once. A low rap of his knuckles on the locked door. He shuffled from foot to foot, trying to act as if he was together when he wasn’t. What kind of shit was this?

The door opened and Cash stood there in bare feet, wearing only his dark jeans. The jacket and t-shirt from before were gone, leaving his well-defined upper body bare.

Jacob’s mind blanked.

“You coming in?”

He was, wasn’t he? Coming in? Jacob nodded and stepped forward, past Cash and into the room. His mind was a jumbled mess and the sound of the door’s locks engaging made him jump. He looked over his shoulder. Cash leaned against the door, arms folded, muscles bunched as he stared at Jacob. He was fine, the smooth brown of his skin, the intensity in his eyes, the strength in his well-honed body.

Fine.

Jacob licked his lips, allowing his gaze to dip below Cash’s waist. The sizeable bulge straining against Cash’s zipper made his mouth water.

“What do you like?” Cash’s voice was more of a growl and Jacob fought an answering moan. This was crazy. He was usually the aggressor, the one who made the first move. He liked a cock in his ass, for sure, but more often than not he was the top.

“I like everything,” he said in a hoarse whisper. Cash’s teeth flashed as he pushed away from the door and approached slowly.

“Turn around. Get undressed.”

Jacob did so without hesitation, facing the bed that took up most of the space. He kicked off his boots then unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down his legs and off. He stood there, his back to a now silent Cash, wearing a pair of black socks, blue and white stripped boxers, and his white t-shirt.

“Off,” Cash said. “Everything.”

Jacob clenched his fists then bent, tugging off his socks. Rough fingers dipped under the waistband of his boxers then hooked and pulled the underwear down. He stayed like that, bent over as Cash left the boxers bunched around Jacob’s thighs and smoothed a palm over his ass.

Jacob inhaled sharply.

“Stand.”

So much rough in that one word, Jacob couldn’t stand it. He straightened quickly and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, but before he could pull it completely off, Cash pressed against him.

A ragged moan escaped at the feel of Cash’s warmth against his back. He remained still as Cash kissed him, firm lips skating down the ridges of his spine. His arms cramped from remaining in one position, but Jacob wouldn’t do anything that would take Cash’s lips away from his skin.

Cash licked him at the base of his spine and Jacob hissed, hips bucking. Cash chuckled, snaking his arms around to stroke Jacob’s shaft.

“Cash.” The name exploded from him on a shuddering breath. He tugged the t-shirt off and tossed it aside as he canted his hips forward, trying to get Cash to grip him tighter, hold him longer.

“Nice,” Cash murmured. He fisted Jacob, stroked him once. Twice. “Imagine how you’d feel inside of me.”

Aw, man. Jacob squeezed his ass cheeks together and closed his eyes. “Fuck.” He trembled when Cash licked him, tongue rough and wet on his ass cheek. “Cash.”

“Yeah.”

A finger slid down his crack, circled his hole. Jacob pushed back, begging. One second Cash pulled away then the next his finger was back, slick. Jacob didn’t have time to brace before the thick digit pierced him and sank in.

“Oh, God.” His thighs shook. His ass burned. Goddamn. Cash didn’t even pause. He fucked that finger deeper into Jacob, his other hand flat against the small of his back, urging him to bend. Jacob did and Cash doubled the fingers, tunneling into him with quick, sharp thrusts.

Jacob clenched. Cash hissed then retreated, taking his fingers and the delicious burn with him.

“Bed.”

Jacob groaned and shuffled over to the bed.

“Right there,” Cash said from behind him. “Knees.”

Jacob chanced a look over his shoulder. Cash had a condom and tube of lube in one hand. His gaze was glued to Jacob’s ass, hunger stark on his features. Shit. Jacob yanked off his boxers and draped himself right there on the edge of the bed, upper half on, lower half off.

Cash descended on him immediately, crouching behind him as he sank lubed fingers back inside Jacob.

Jacob gripped the sheets and undulated, grunts falling from his lips as he bucked, working his ass on Cash’s invasion. The hiss of a zipper reached his ears and he tensed.

“Easy.” Cash’s breath teased his ears before he closed his lips over Jacob’s earlobe. “I got you.”

Jacob buried his face in the mattress and tilted his ass, offering himself up for the taking. Cash accepted the invite, the blunt head of his cock replacing his fingers. Jacob took a breath, held it as Cash pushed in and in. Pain blossomed, centered at his entrance and lower back before running down the back of his upper thighs.

“Fuck. Fuck.” His fingers spasmed where he clung to the sheet.

Cash froze halfway in, brushing soft kisses to Jacob’s shoulder blade. “Breathe,” he murmured.

Despite the pain stinging his eyes, Jacob’s ass still clenched at Cash’s voice.

“Mm. Damn.” Fingertips digging into Jacob’s sides, Cash hummed low in his throat. “You feel good, you know that? Snug and toasty inside.” He circled his hips.

Jacob cried out. It felt good, but the pain hadn’t disappeared. The two sensations blended together, making for a very intense experience. He grabbed a fistful of the blanket and arched, urging Cash on silently.

Cash pushed in, sinking deeper and deeper, teeth worrying Jacob’s earlobe, until his balls touched the swell of Jacob’s ass. Jacob gritted his teeth and moaned at the pressure. Cash filled him and he found that he liked it. Could love it if he allowed himself, but now wasn’t the time. He rocked back and Cash surged forward.

“God.” Jacob wiggled against him. “More.” He didn’t even know how he found the voice to ask, but he did and Cash gave it to him. He’d been holding back apparently, waiting for Jacob to get accustomed to him, because at Jacob’s plea Cash reared back and slammed in.

Breath left him on a gasp. Sharp teeth sank into his shoulder. Cash held him steady with a bite and fingers digging into his hip, and pounded him. Every thrust sent Jacob’s upper body sliding along the mattress, sent the bed rocking, sent him crying out. Cash’s cock hit him dead on, banging against his spot, blurring his vision. Jacob’s body bowed under the force of Cash’s thrusts, all his senses centered on Cash sawing in and out of him. Cash’s ragged breaths were loud in his ear. The sweat from the other man’s skin dripped onto Jacob’s upper back and slid down his spine. Jacob braced his knees apart, opening himself further so Cash could have at him.

Cash bit him again, the pain of that merging flawlessly with the sensation of the cock hitting his prostate. His balls ached with it, ass clenching and spasming. Cash groaned above him, uttering low curses that washed over Jacob’s skin like rain. So good. Soaking him in pleasure. Cash angled his hips, sending his shaft impossibly deeper and Jacob jerked, grinding his cock into the mattress.

“Damn,” Cash cursed in his ear, voice rugged. “You feel— Fuck!” He reached under Jacob’s body, gripped his cock and thumbed the wet head. “Fuck my fist.”

Jacob sank his teeth into his bottom lip and followed that command, thrusting into Cash’s tight grip while pushing back onto his cock, taking him until he tasted blood, until his eyes crossed and his ears rang with his own cries and Cash’s grunts.

Cash scraped his fingernail over the tender flesh of Jacob’s cock head, and breath stuttered in his lungs. His toes curled. “Cash,” he cried, desperate for it. The release, the surrender. “Please. I—”

“You.” Cash licked Jacob’s ear and tightened his grip. “Come.” He slammed in and Jacob shattered.

He cried out, body shaking, ass sucking at Cash’s dick as he went over the cliff, leaving all reasoning behind.

 

****

 

Cash rolled over on the lumpy bed and bumped against something. Or someone. He cracked an eye open. Yep. He’d broken his dry spell in a major way last night. It was still night, though. The hotel remained shrouded in darkness, but he didn’t need light to see who his bed partner was.

Jacob. Something about the lanky man had reached out to Cash, intense enough for him to break his rule about one-night stands. He didn’t do that shit anymore. But he’d felt Jacob’s eyes on him at the bar as he and Rocky played pool. Rocky had been the one to point out Jacob sitting over in the corner, a wistful expression on his face as he gazed at Cash. He hadn’t intended to do a thing more than talk, maybe exchange numbers, but he’d sat opposite Jacob and lost his mind. One look into Jacob’s eyes and it was over.

He didn’t even try to downplay it, not when Jacob looked at him with such need in his green eyes.

Damn it. Touching Jacob, sinking into him. Cash rolled onto his back and Jacob moved with him, arm flung across Cash’s belly, a leg thrown between his thighs. Jacob felt good next to him, all on him. And being inside him…Cash’s cock grew harder in remembrance.

He could tell Jacob hadn’t bottomed in a while, but he’d dropped to his knees so beautifully. He’d welcomed Cash inside with breathy moans and an ass that made it difficult for Cash to maintain objectivity, to keep a level head. He didn’t make this a habit, not at all, but he didn’t want it to end, this contentment. He relished the warmth Jacob’s nearness presented, and he turned his head, burying his face in the crook of Jacob’s neck, inhaling the scent of sex and heat that clung to the other man.

Jacob’s breathing pattern changed and he grunted. Cash lifted his head in time to watch Jacob’s eyelashes flutter then lift. Sleep-clouded eyes peered up at him. He smiled and cupped Jacob’s jaw.

“Hey.”

Jacob blinked, the green of his gaze piercing Cash in the solar plexus. “Cash.” He rustled against the sheets, stretching out, moving away slightly. Cash didn’t like that so he slid a hand down Jacob’s chest.

“That’s me.”

Jacob studied him for a second then averted his gaze to glance around the room. “What time is it?”

Cash shrugged. “Still night is all I know.” He brought Jacob’s gaze back to him with a finger under the other man’s chin and lifted an eyebrow. “Someplace you need to be? Someone waiting for you?” He didn’t think so, but he had to ask.

“No.” Jacob shook his head. “To both.”

Relief bloomed in Cash’s lower belly, warm and relaxing. “So you can stay a while longer.” He didn’t make it a question, but Jacob nodded, his gaze searching.

“I can stay.” He pulled away from Cash and sat up with his back against the pillows. “Where’s the woman you were with last night?” He frowned. “Rocky, was it?”

He was observant, this Jacob. “Yes, Rocky. She’s in her own room.” Cash pointed to the wall. “With her own companion.”

Jacob nodded. “Okay.” But he held himself aloof suddenly.

“Are you okay?” Cash touched Jacob’s thigh, narrowing his gaze when Jacob tensed even more. “Jacob. Will you look at me, please?”

Jacob did, slowly.

“What’s happening? Where did you go just then?”

“Nowhere.” Cash actually heard Jacob’s gulp. “I—It’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“This.” Jacob waved a hand at the room, at them. “I’ve never felt like I did last night.” He glanced away. “Like I feel now.”

Cash could be an ass, ask him to explain, but he didn’t have to. He knew full well what Jacob meant, but he didn’t have answers for the why of it. He simply nodded and gripped Jacob’s hand lightly. “It is different.”

Jacob stared at them where their hands were joined. Cash wanted him in his arms, he wanted to touch Jacob, to be touched by him.

“Come down here,” he begged. “I want to kiss you and I want to feel you inside me.” Maybe that’s what they needed, more sex to drive out the need inside them both. Wear each other out, wring their sexual appetites dry, and maybe it would go away.

Jacob slid down until they were once again lying side by side. Cash opened his arms and Jacob came to him, pressing their bodies together, lips connecting.

’Bout time.

Jacob moaned. Cash brought his fingers to Jacob’s hair, securing himself as he took control, thrusting his tongue into Jacob’s mouth, sinking into the wet taste of him. Jacob wasn’t passive by any means. He clung to Cash, flinging a leg over his body, bringing their naked erections together.

Cash hissed at the contact. Jacob shuddered.

They moved like that, grinding together, tongues twisting, as their hips jerked and their cocks slid around each, slick from pre-cum. Cash wanted more, he wanted that fullness of having another man inside him. Finally. After so long he’d have it again. He moved his hand from Jacob’s hair and slid it down to cup his ass, finger his hole, still stretched from earlier. He pressed a finger in, wiggled it.

Jacob grunted, but pushed back on him, breaking the kiss. “God, Cash.”

“I know.” He did. He kissed his way down Jacob’s throat while fucking him with two fingers. “Want you.”

“Take me.”

Cash pushed Jacob away then and climbed atop him before the other man’s shoulders hit the mattress. He kissed his way down Jacob’s body, stopping only to tease his nipples, nipping at the flat, dark disks while cupping Jacob’s balls, hefting and rolling them around in his palm.

Jacob’s legs widened, hips jerking as he writhed. Cash liked that, the way he moved, the sounds he made. He licked a bead of pre-cum off Jacob’s cock head and almost wept at the taste. Goddamn.

Jacob palmed the back of Cash’s head, urging him to linger awhile right there, so he did, sucking Jacob’s shaft into his mouth with a happy sigh.

“Oh, fuck!” Jacob’s hips slammed upward, sending him deeper down Cash’s throat.

Cash thought about restraining him, but discarded that. He wanted Jacob wild for him, underneath him. He reached blindly for the condoms and lube he’d dropped onto the table next to the bed and slicked his fingers without once giving up his prize. Jacob’s cock was heavy against his tongue, smooth, hard and hot, pulsing while pre-cum dripped onto Cash’s tongue like liquid candy. He slurped it all, sucking with hollow cheeks and sharp pulls as he reached behind and prepped himself. Two fingers to get him ready. His skin pulled tight and he couldn’t contain the groans.

His own erection was painful, the need to come riding him hard, but he wanted Jacob inside him. He finally released Jacob and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips as he struggled to put the condom on Jacob with slick fingers. In the end Jacob knocked Cash’s hand away and did it himself, eyelids hanging low, teeth clinging to his bottom lip. Cash didn’t wait around, soon as the condom was on, he brought Jacob to his waiting hole, positioned him, and sank down.

“Argh! God.” The burn was exquisite. Even his nipples ached from it.

Jacob’s eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed red, the veins in his neck prominent as he gripped Cash’s hips and thrust up.

Cash bounced on him, lodging Jacob deeper into him. He stroked himself, orgasm already right there. “Jesus. Jacob.”

Jacob fucked up into him, opening his eyes to hold Cash’s hazy gaze. They fit together like puzzle pieces, made for each other in that moment. Every glide of Jacob’s shaft made Cash’s channel spasm and he rolled his hips, lifting off then slamming down with loud cries.

His. Jacob’s. They were one after a while. All he could focus on was the pleasure. The feel of Jacob pistoning in and out of him, and he stroked himself, head thrown back, until he came. Cum seeped out between his fingers and dripped onto Jacob’s stomach. The sight appeared to set Jacob off. He rolled them until Cash was the one on his back, legs in the air and began a punishing rhythm, fucking Cash while the bed knocked against the wall.

“Goddamn it. Goddamn it.” Jacob repeated the curse with each powerful surge into Cash. He kept muttering it as he came into the condom protecting them. He collapsed onto Cash, their sweaty bodies sticking together.

When Jacob finally lifted his head, Cash kissed him hungrily, loathe to lose the taste of Jacob. They kissed until Cash’s lungs burned from lack of oxygen. He maintained a grip on Jacob’s hair. He didn’t want to let him go. Jacob didn’t seem to mind.

 

One night stands. Cash always hated them, now more so as he pretended to sleep while Jacob crept out the hotel room as the sun rose. One backward glance, then he was gone.

Cash buried his face in the pillows, taking the scent of Jacob, of them, into his lungs. Wishing he’d had the strength to learn more about Jacob than his first name and the sounds he made when Cash sank into him.

He punched the pillows. “Goddamn it.”


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