Love Is Always Write Volume 4

hot water anytime today. The propane tank was most likely empty, and he didn't have a spare. Wonderful timing. Maybe he could go over and use the shower in Simon's room. If he went there right now, he might get lucky and surprise Simon actually in the shower. Yup, make more of a fool of himself than he already had.
    Considering how hot it had been, the cold shower should have felt good. It didn't. As he toweled off, his dick -- the traitor -- insisted on reminding him how good Simon felt under him. He liked Simon's body, rangier than his, muscled without the bulk and just the right amount of hair all over. Strong-looking hands, capable hands; Simon's light touch on the reins told Jay everything he needed to know about how those hands would feel on his skin.
    He needed to stop thinking about Simon. He crammed his half-hard cock into boxer briefs and jeans, and yanked on a clean black t-shirt. He had no clean socks left, so he jammed his bare feet into paddock boots and ran for the cabins. At the last second, he detoured to knock on Simon's door. He needed to remind him not to wash the clothes. That was all.
    Simon snatched the door open and hauled Jay inside by his shirt.
    "Hey." Jay grabbed his wrist. "Watch the shirt."
    Simon shoved him against the wall and closed the door. "Fuck the shirt. Tell me something. Was I kissing myself out there or were you there too?"
    "I – yeah." Jay swallowed, not quite sure what the glitter in Simon's eyes meant.
    "'Yeah' what? 'Yeah', you were there too, or 'yeah', I have a really vivid imagination and need drugs?" Simon let go of the shirt but kept his hand in the center of Jay's chest. He spread his fingers, and then his thumb rubbed back and forth, dragging on the fabric. He might as well have been rubbing Jay's dick.
    Jay closed his eyes. "It's not a good idea."
    "Huh." Simon's breath ghosted over Jay's ear. He dragged his lower lip up along the outer curve, touched the tip of his tongue to the top. Jay held his breath to keep from whimpering. "What's not a good idea?"
    Jay shook his head, knowing if he opened his mouth all he would do was beg. For what, he had no clue. Out of nowhere, Simon's hand cupped Jay's balls and slid up with exactly the right amount of pressure. "Oh Christ." Jay pressed his head back into the wall and forced his hands flat next to his thighs. His other choice was grabbing Simon's ass and humping his leg until he came. Both options had their merits, although holding on to the wall seemed less appealing with every squeeze of Simon's hand.
    "So you think this is a bad idea?" Simon slid two long fingers behind the waistband of Jay's jeans, using his other hand to tug the t-shirt out of the way. Jay jerked and whined as Simon's thumb joined the act, gliding along the slit and smearing a drop of slickness around the tip. "Oh that's nice," Simon murmured, and bit down on Jay's earlobe. "Tell me again this is a bad idea. 'Cause I don't see it that way."
    "Jesus." The word came out on a sob as Simon licked the spot below his ear, right at the corner of his jaw; licked it and then grazed it with his teeth. Simon got his whole hand into Jay's pants, flat against his belly, and Jay let go of the wall. Self-control was wonderful, just not right at the moment. Simon pulled his hand free when Jay undid the top button on his jeans, then brushed Jay's hands aside to tug at the zipper until it cooperated. Jay hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs, lifting it clear of his erection. Simon helped, sliding the jeans and briefs down to his thighs at the same time he went to his knees in front of Jay.
    "No, you – oh God." Jay pushed his hips forward, staring at the ceiling so the sight of Simon swallowing him down wouldn't make him come before he got to enjoy this. Simon took about half of him in one gulp, and the heat and the wetness were nothing short of amazing. He pulled back to suck the head, slow and easy, and Jay's hands curled into fists. Simon pulled off and Jay made an inarticulate sound of protest.
    "Watch me," Simon growled. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to watch." He'd shoved his basketball shorts down, and while Jay stared, panting, Simon circled his cock and balls with one hand and tugged on the whole package until his balls were taut globes and his cockhead swelled deep red.
    "Oh yeah." Jay swallowed as his mouth watered. "Want to --"
    Simon cut him off, grinning. "Don't worry. We'll get to that."
    Taking a breath, he slid Jay's cock