Coming Home - Jem & Carlton #6
After one evasive answer too many, Jem confronts his secretive partner Carlton, demanding to know the big mystery. He fears he’s falling for a man who may not return his feelings. When Carlton finally reveals the truth and invites Jem fully into his life, it’s a homecoming to be celebrated.
5500-word MM erotic romance.
He woke in the best possible way, to the lingering warmth of their shared bed as Carlton skimmed his fingers lazily down Jem’s spine. It sent a shiver of heat through him. He stirred slightly, still heavy with sleep. Carlton slid his hand down Jem’s thigh and gently tugged it up, opening him wider. He kissed Jem’s cheek and whispered, “Good morning,” as his slick fingers slipped into the cleft of his ass. Jem gave a slight whimper at the sudden sensation as Carlton circled his entrance lightly with one finger; it was thrilling and wicked both at once, making him want to open wider. That finger pressed gently in, and Jem bit his lip, ordering himself to stay relaxed.
It slid in easily. Having a finger inside him was maddening, it always was; it found his sweet spot and made him gasp, his belly tightening. Carlton nipped at his throat as he teased that sweet place again. Jem moaned aloud, afloat on a hazy sea of pleasure. He was still half asleep, only half aware of what Carlton was doing to him, the second finger that pressed in to open him more. Jem arched for him, pressing his ass invitingly against Carlton’s cock.
Carlton murmured in his ear, “Sleep well?”
Just the sound of his voice could make Jem harder; he couldn’t count the number of times Carlton had talked to him as he made him come. “More.”
A chuckle rumbled through him where his back was pressed against Carlton’s chest. “You’re so greedy. Always more.” Carlton pushed another finger in.
“Oh.” Jem was starting to squirm now; Carlton kept him pinned in place, one knee drawn up, holding him open.
“Yes.” It came out a plea.
He was so ready that Carlton pushed into him easily. Jem groaned at the sudden aching fullness; he was deliciously caught on the edge of pain. Carlton braced his powerful body over him, rocking steadily into him, forcing sound after broken sound from his throat. Carlton’s voice was taut with strain. “That’s good. So tight.” He gripped Jem harder, holding him against him as he started to drive home harder.
Jem had been teased enough already; it took barely any more encouragement. He came under Carlton’s weight with a cry, clenching up as he tumbled over the edge. Carlton followed him moments later, spilling himself in pulses inside him.
Afterward they lay happily entwined. Carlton kissed his temple, then his cheek, brushing aside his sweat-dampened hair that clung to his hot skin. Carlton was always very tender with him after sex; it seemed to make him as affectionate as it did Jem. Jem tucked himself deeper into Carlton’s arms.
“Coffee?” Carlton dipped his head to claim a kiss from him, slow and sweet. “Breakfast?”
“Breakfast sounds good.” All this exercise was making him hungry.
Carlton smiled against his cheek. He slipped out of bed, padded across the soft carpet to get his dressing gown, and went out into the living room.
Jem relaxed, feeling utterly content in the warmth of Carlton’s bed. He tugged the covers up to his chin and spread out his arms and legs just to enjoy the space. He couldn’t stop smiling.