Pax deleted scene (Just Playing)

Okay, this is seriously NSFW. And seriously over the top. And seriously unedited, and cut from the book for a reason, and so on and so forth.

Enjoy.

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Michael

Packing the bus had never seemed to take this long. I should be able to keep my hands off him for a few hours, Michael told himself, but his body was not impressed. It yearned and burned, even though he’d just come, and nothing could make it stop.

When everything was finally in order, and Cal finally seemed to have fallen asleep in his sleeping compartment, Michael and Jamie crawled into the unbelievably cramped space of Michael’s bottom bunk. Michael drew the blanket up over them both and then hesitated with his hand hovering over Jamie’s naked skin, on the cusp of that illicit touch. Jamie made up his mind for him, drew him close. Chest to chest, crotch to crotch, heat flared up between them. “Just as long as we’re really quiet, right?”

“Yeah…” Michael slid his hand over the burning skin of Jamie’s back. Moaning at the pure pleasure that heat awakened in his fingers, he sought Jamie’s lips with his mouth. Jamie hooked a leg around Michael’s, pulling it between his own. He was breathing fast already, panting into his mouth, one step away from a moan. Michael’s cock immediately rose in his boxers, humming like a tuning fork and seeking out the mirroring need between Jamie’s thighs. A hand glided up his leg and work its way inside the cotton, and as expert fingers wrapped around Michael’s inflamed cock, Michael’s mouth fell open even as an outbreath snagged on his vocal cords. As if to stifle his moan, Jamie covered his mouth and took those sounds into himself before they hit the air. So sweetly gagged, Michael allowed himself to let go a little, give voice to the insanely sweet tremors that were being pulled out of his very bones.

Jamie pulled away and grinned through the rumbling dusk. “Too sore, or can I use my fingers?”

Instead of replying, Michael grabbed his hand and guided it down to his ass. Jamie chuckled and gently stroked the sensitive skin. “But, you know… is there anything I can do to… ease the way?”

Michael writhed against him, trying to urge him on. “You’re already an expert, I think.”

Jamie looked at him sharply, hearing the unspoken as clearly as the rest. “But…?”

Michael bit his lip, grateful for the near-darkness. “‘But’ nothing!”

“I know you, Mike. Don’t lie to me.”

Michael let out a frustrated groan. “You seriously think I’m going to blurt out something which will send you screaming for the hills just when I’ve got you where I wanted you?”

Jamie laughed, and the happy sound was like the trilling of summer birds. “You can’t scare me. I’ve seen the worst.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“Yes I have.”

Michael clenched his teeth. There was no way Jamie was going to stop pestering him. He sighed. “You’ll have to ‘burn after reading’.”

“Sure. Just tell me. I want to make you feel good.”

Michael hesitated, held his breath. Jamie said nothing, tuned in to his internal strife as if he could read the transcript. He just waited, let Michael summon his courage.

“You could use your mouth.”

“I’ve already done that.”

“Well…” Michael paused, stomach bottoming out. “There’s more than one way to do that.”

“Oh?” Jamie encouraged, all innocent curiosity.

Michael blushed, feeling hopelessly depraved, beyond all redemption. Did he really have to spell it out? “I think… perhaps… it would feel good if you…” He pulled himself closer to Jamie, hid his face in his neck, sought shelter in the arms of the very person he was trying to hide from.

“Just say it, Mike,” Jamie murmured, stroking his back.

“If you hate the idea, you must forget I ever said anything!”

“Stop stalling. Tell me.”

Michael drew a deep breath. “Could you… use your… tongue… on me?”

“I already said I–” Jamie broke off, his body tensed in understanding. “Michael…?”

“Forget it!” Michael whined into the pillow. “It’s gross, I know.”

Jamie drew away and took hold of Michael’s chin, forced him to meet his eyes. “You… are not gross. And anything I do to you – that can’t be gross either. Okay? I’d be honoured to try it.”

Michael burst into uncontrollable giggles. “Honoured? Jamie, you’re insane. Let’s just forget it.”

“Not after I had to crowbar you for ten minutes just to get you to say it. You’re getting the tongue treatment, mister, and no buts!”

The double meaning of the final word hit them both at the same time and they collapsed in helpless laughter. “God…” Michael groaned and covered his face. “This relationship will do nothing for my attempts to appear mature!”

Jamie shrugged. “We’re fucking rock stars. We do what we want.”

Michael laughed at that. “And that includes…?” he fished.

Jamie nodded gravely. “That includes rim jobs.”

“Jesus!” Michael burrowed his burning face into the sheets.

“No extra cost,” Jamie purred close to his ear and then crawled down his body, kissing the whole way down. Michael tried to protest, but there was nothing to say. He had asked for it. And he did want it. And…

His lungs collapsed as he felt Jamie’s lips touch the bare skin beneath his waistband. Pulling at the fabric, he moved further down, tongue flicking out to tease him, to trail along the cleft. This is insane, this is insane, Michael kept telling himself, but when he felt Jamie gently part his cheeks, his ability to soliloquize and feel at the same time ended abruptly. Holding his breath in disbelief, he flinched to feel Jamie’s tongue lightly touch the super-sensitive skin surrounding his opening. Electric currents darted from the place of contact to all parts of his body, and he heard himself moan loudly. He could feel Jamie smile against his cheeks. “You like it?”

Michael could do nothing but breathe heavily in reply, and when Jamie’s tongue once again touched him, he shuddered violently. Encouraged, Jamie started licking rhythmically. Michael almost sobbed with pleasure, crying out into the pillow as Jamie pushed at the yielding muscle with a pointed tongue, teasing and teasing and teasing until Michael couldn’t bear the wet, soft touches any more.

“Please, please, please,” he breathed desperately, “I want you so much!”

“But how… I don’t think we can, you know, do it. Not here, not with Cal…”

But Michael interrupted him. “Get on your knees.”

“Wh…”

“Kneel above my head.”

“I, um, don’t think…” Jamie’s eyes flitted up to the bunk above, gauging the distance. “Yeah, I–”

“Come on.” Michael rolled onto his back and pushed his boxers past his hips. Jamie sat up, hunched to fit into the small space, and positioned himself with his knees on either side of Michael’s head. His damp cock hung in Michael’s face, trailed across his cheek as he sought the right angle for entry. Michael caught it between his lips, eliciting a groan. “Oh my God, that feels good…” Jamie balanced himself on his elbows and opened his mouth for Michael’s cock. A muffled ‘mmm’ sound shuddered through it and he felt as if gravity had stopped working. Pushing into Jamie’s mouth, he simultaneously swallowed him down, feeling droplets of Jamie’s saliva run down his shaft and into the cave beneath. It tickled like hell, and he wished Jamie would slide a finger down there. Sucking upwards, he moved a hand up to cup and caress Jamie’s balls. His fingers were all slippery, and when the bus lurched, they slid back and buried themselves between Jamie’s cheeks.

He felt the violent jolt tear through Jamie’s body. Oh fuck, what did I do now…?

 

Jamie

“Schowwy,” Michael tried to apologize with his mouth full, but Jamie was staring at the sheets between Michael’s legs, lost in the impossibility of that… that… sensation. He had known, of course. He’d done it to himself. But Michael’s fingers… He succumbed to a brief bout of dizziness. It was so forbidden.

“Could you… could you do it again?” he forced the words out, shame battling desire and losing the fight fast.

“What? Touch your… here?” Michael ghosted over the backs of his thighs, and Jamie could only moan in answer. “Sure…” He wetted his fingers and let them glide up behind Jamie’s balls and into the crevice again, and Jamie held his breath and rested his head on Michael’s thighs, close to fainting. He wanted more. He wanted it rougher. Without even being aware of it, he spread his legs as far apart as they could go in the small space. When Michael started to gently push at the shyly shrinking muscle, his voice came in moist and hoarse starts that bore no resemblance to his normal voice. It was a sound of pure desire, and it seemed to turn Michael on. He pushed deeper inside and matched his thrusts with forceful sucking motions all along Jamie’s cock, reminding him to resume his own ministrations.

Pushing back to meet Michael’s accelerating fingering, he licked up and down the sweet-tasting organ which strained for his tongue like a living creature. He could feel the build-up in that humming muscle as if it were his own body, and then Michael’s moans suddenly rose in pitch and his hips jerked and thrust into his mouth, spurts of warm quicksilver flooding him. Still invaded from behind by searching, greedy fingers and sucked from root to tip by Michael’s strong lips, he was soon dissolving into his own sweet ecstasy which had him flailing to anchor himself in the narrow bunk. “Michael… Michael… God!”

Even when he thought he was done, there were still new waves to crest, surges of feeling that carried him high and plunged him down again, and all through the shuddering, there was the relentless circular motion of Michael’s fingers, teasing out dormant blinding sparks from depths even Jamie himself had never braved. “Michael,” he whined again, fear and dizziness and helpless bloody love tornadoing through his body. “I love you… fuck… I love you!” The words were generic, but he meant them, body and soul, bone and blood.

When he had stopped coming, he slumped like a dead man over Michael’s body, just battling to keep breathing. His ass tingled and his softening cock twitched as Michael drew his fingers out, and then there was the sound of low chuckling. “Don’t you dare,” he muttered wearily.

“Are you going to sleep on top of me?” Michael asked, feigning irritation, and Jamie groaningly changed positions, collapsing instead the right way up, with his nose in Michael’s hair. Michael kissed his forehead and wiped them both with a discarded t-shirt. Then he heaved a deep, contented sigh. “Goodnight then, darling.”

Jamie snorted, and then he fell asleep.