Arcade pushed Jake’s thighs up and back, tilting his pelvis up, and tried out a few angled strokes before a rough cry from Jake told him he’d found what he was aiming for. He held him in place and fucked him at a good steady pace, watching as Jake lost himself even more to the pleasure of Arcade’s cock rubbing at his sweet spot. He started to jerk himself again and Arcade drove into him mercilessly, knowing he was close. He kept going even as Jake’s orgasm rocked through the both of them, only a thin trickle of come seeping from his dick this time after his explosive reaction earlier. Jake’s body tightening and writhing around him had Arcade right on the brink now too, and he pounded on towards his own release. He felt that delicious lick of flame spread down his spine, up the backs of his thighs and through his balls, tipping him over the edge, sending him slamming and spilling into Jake’s body…
Jake’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him in as tight as he could go, and Arcade watched in delirious wonder as a third wave of orgasm seemed to crash through Jake. His voice was a ruin now, too hoarse to even cry out, and his exhausted limbs trembled as they coiled around Arcade. The last tremors went through Arcade and he sagged bonelessly against Jake until he had enough power to move again.
Both their bodies were shining wet with sweat when they parted. Jake’s last release had been completely dry, though clearly no less intense. When he turned towards Arcade, tears were leaking from his eyes. He read the alarm on Arcade’s face, and pulled him down to kiss him hard in reassurance.
“That was—Fuck, I don’t even know what that was,” he panted.
Arcade stroked his face. “Are you okay?”
Jake nodded. Despite how wrecked he was and the flush on his skin from all that sex, he looked more himself than earlier. Arcade dropped his head in relief.
“Please tell me you’re done now,” he mumbled into Jake’s chest.
A breathy laugh came in reply. “I think so.”
--
There were clean bed linens in the dresser. Arcade stripped the filthy sheets from the bed and threw clean ones over it, not bothering to tuck anything in. Jake fell gladly onto the cool cotton and slept. For twelve hours, he slept.
Arcade slept for a few hours too. After that he washed and dressed and kept a close eye on Jake. By the time the courier woke up, his temperature was mercifully back to normal. Arcade made him drink about a gallon of water anyway, to make sure he was fully hydrated and free of any lingering toxins.
He didn’t mention anything that had happened between them. Jake was groggy from sleep and the hangover from whatever shit he’d taken, and Arcade didn’t know how much of it he remembered. He had no idea how to raise the subject. So he didn’t.
“So, is there anyone I need to apologise to?” Jake asked him over the bowl of noodles Arcade had rustled up as breakfast. “Some of it’s still hazy.”
“Talk to Veronica,” Arcade replied. “I believe you got a little inappropriate.”
Jake nodded and looked suitably ashamed of himself. He twisted his fork in the noodles and ate in silence for a minute.
“I would apologise for getting a little inappropriate with you,” he said. He looked up at Arcade and smiled. At least now he had the decency to blush. “But truth is, I’m not sorry about that at all.”
Fever (All Through the Night), 1i/1i -- COMPLETE
Jake’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him in as tight as he could go, and Arcade watched in delirious wonder as a third wave of orgasm seemed to crash through Jake. His voice was a ruin now, too hoarse to even cry out, and his exhausted limbs trembled as they coiled around Arcade. The last tremors went through Arcade and he sagged bonelessly against Jake until he had enough power to move again.
Both their bodies were shining wet with sweat when they parted. Jake’s last release had been completely dry, though clearly no less intense. When he turned towards Arcade, tears were leaking from his eyes. He read the alarm on Arcade’s face, and pulled him down to kiss him hard in reassurance.
“That was—Fuck, I don’t even know what that was,” he panted.
Arcade stroked his face. “Are you okay?”
Jake nodded. Despite how wrecked he was and the flush on his skin from all that sex, he looked more himself than earlier. Arcade dropped his head in relief.
“Please tell me you’re done now,” he mumbled into Jake’s chest.
A breathy laugh came in reply. “I think so.”
--
There were clean bed linens in the dresser. Arcade stripped the filthy sheets from the bed and threw clean ones over it, not bothering to tuck anything in. Jake fell gladly onto the cool cotton and slept. For twelve hours, he slept.
Arcade slept for a few hours too. After that he washed and dressed and kept a close eye on Jake. By the time the courier woke up, his temperature was mercifully back to normal. Arcade made him drink about a gallon of water anyway, to make sure he was fully hydrated and free of any lingering toxins.
He didn’t mention anything that had happened between them. Jake was groggy from sleep and the hangover from whatever shit he’d taken, and Arcade didn’t know how much of it he remembered. He had no idea how to raise the subject. So he didn’t.
“So, is there anyone I need to apologise to?” Jake asked him over the bowl of noodles Arcade had rustled up as breakfast. “Some of it’s still hazy.”
“Talk to Veronica,” Arcade replied. “I believe you got a little inappropriate.”
Jake nodded and looked suitably ashamed of himself. He twisted his fork in the noodles and ate in silence for a minute.
“I would apologise for getting a little inappropriate with you,” he said. He looked up at Arcade and smiled. At least now he had the decency to blush. “But truth is, I’m not sorry about that at all.”