after dinner

So much for their date.

Jeremy guess it wasn't meant to be. He ended up in bed with Jamie at his place.

Obviously, he wanted to laugh watching Jamie eat, earlier at the Gnash. He slid everything all his knife could hold and shoveled it in. As awful that might have seemed by anyone proper, Jamie did it in the most graceful way. Jeremy might have lost his appetite for food, but it grew for other things.

First it was just going to be television and a glass of wine. Of course, Jamie had a few cigarettes of his own to pass along.

"I've had them forever," he'd looked at Jeremy as if he'd wanted to eat him with heavy cream on the side. He blew smoke rings and kept staring at Jeremy as if the moment hadn't arrived completely, but he could some how savory it, until it did.

Jeremy had shared a cigarette with him and before he knew it -they were passing the bottle of red wine back and forth. Drinking with great fun as if it was truly a party, after all. Jeremy was so sure there might be singing and dancing any moment, but instead Jamie kissed him after he peeled his shirt off him.

His kiss was filled with laughter. And it was contagious.

Next thing he knew, they were bumping into Jeremy's bed. The bed you could bounce a coin on, but now Jamie had unmade it completely with the covers on the floor and not a stitch of clothes near.

Jeremy just knew he would have a chance adore his body, but as it was Jamie had taken him, slowly and so pure like a hot liquid that just got under Jeremy's skin. He couldn't get enough of him. It was true, Jamie rocked his world as he sank deep into Jeremy. It was a slow burn that left Jeremy shaking ever so slightly. And when he heard Jamie's moan, Jeremy drew in a breath. He couldn't wait until next time.