Old Friends New Flame (2/2)
Jed let his pants hit the hotel bedroom floor with a plop. He looked up from their landing place to find Jacoby standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He was looking over Jed, like he was eyeing his prey. He licked his lips slightly as his eyes drifted over Jed’s frame. Jed stopped moving and watched Jacoby from the doorway.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Jacoby said and smirked. Jed tried to smile back as he unbuttoned his shirt. He still was trying to figure out what was going on; but with the way Jacoby was looking at him, an unsatisfied hunger in his eyes, Jed couldn’t tell him no. Plus, did he even want to tell him no?
He let his shirt slide off his arms and flutter to the floor. He was now standing in the middle of the room, illuminated lightly by the bedside lamp, as Jacoby walked over to him. He placed his hand on the back of Jed’s head. His long fingers intertwined in Jed’s light hair as they locked eyes. Jed swallowed hard and searched Jacoby’s face.
Jacoby was serious about this, as Jed gathered from the way his bloodshot eyes bore a hole into Jed’s soul. Jacoby was intent on something happening, although Jed wasn’t sure what. He was distracted, though, by Jacoby’s long, fluttery lashes and his freckle that accented his eye so perfectly.
He didn’t have much time for observation, though, because Jacoby was soon locking lips with him again. Rather than tapping into his intellectual brain this time, wondering if Jacoby really meant it, if he was drunk, and so on, Jed just melted into it. He put his hands on Jacoby’s hips and let his fingers massage his soft, yet muscular, skin. Jacoby took his other hand and placed it on Jed’s back, pushing them together.
Jacoby took a drunken initiative on Jed’s mouth. He slipped apart for a few seconds to nibble at Jed’s bottom lip, allowing a soft sigh to escape the infielder’s mouth. He began drunkenly grabbing at Jacoby’s shirt, trying to get hungrily at open skin. He took the hint and disconnected their mouth only long enough to slip his shirt off quickly over his head. He tossed it behind Jed, allowing it to land gracefully next to Jed’s own shirt.
By now, Jed had forgotten about his earlier reservations. No longer was he contemplating Jacoby’s motivations; whether it was because he was just overtaken by a now shirtless, softly illuminated Jacoby or from the mass amounts of alcohol that had now hit his bloodstream, he didn’t care.
He ran his hand along the perfectly chiseled abs before him, resting again on his hips. Jacoby smirked, moved closer again, and regained placement on Jed’s mouth. Jed opened his mouth slightly and Jacoby instantly slipped his tongue inside. Jed felt his knees go slightly weak; his calf rubbed up against the bed skirt and he leaned against it slightly. Jacoby sensed this change in placement and disconnected. He looked Jed over before placing his hands on his chest and lightly pushed him back on the bed. Jed bounced slightly, landing with his knees bent and legs at a V. Jacoby looked down at Jed, vulnerable yet pleading, and smirked again.
“The boxers,” Jacoby nodded in their direction. “Off. And the shirt, too.” Jed quickly complied; or, as quickly as he could in his drunken state. Meanwhile, Jacoby was busy taking off his own pants and boxers, throwing them in the corner of the room. When Jed looked up from throwing his clothes next to his previously discarded pants, Jacoby was standing in front of him, naked and perfectly illuminated. He smirked at Jed, and for the first time that night Jed smirked back.
Jacoby put a hand on Jed’s knee and moved him closer to the pillows on the bed. Jacoby clambered on with him, but not before drunkenly temporarily losing his balance and almost falling on top of Jed. Jacoby situated Jed; he somewhat delicately slid Jed’s hips up to the head of the bed and ran his hands down his legs as he moved them open and bent his knees.
Jed stared down at Jacoby, kneeling between his ankles, and instinctively licked his lips. He ran his eyes over the tanned body in front of him, pausing briefly at the erection that had made itself known. For a second, and only a second, Jed sobered up and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Although he didn’t have a girlfriend at the time, he wondered what would happen if he did. Did she have to know? What if this happened again? What was Jacoby going to say in the morning? Would the team know? What if they found out? They certainly didn’t do things like this in the minors.
Jacoby seemed to have sensed the worry in his friend because he began gently rubbing one of Jed’s bent knees. He looked into Jed’s wide eyes, but this time void of all hunger Jed had sensed earlier.
“Hey, don’t worry man,” he half-slurred. “If you don’t want to do this, just say so.” Jed sighed lightly, but was interrupted by his own sharp sudden intake of breath; Jacoby had suddenly slid his hand up to Jed’s thigh, and began kneading the skin.
“But I must tell you, you’re going to certainly miss out.” Jacoby smirked and the hunger returned to his eyes. Jed gulped, but it was not out of fear or apprehension; this time, it was out of need and want. At that moment, whether it was from his blood alcohol level or he really meant it, he wanted Jacoby. He didn’t know what the lefty had in store for him, what his little Navajo head was planning, but he wanted it.
As if to answer his silent need, Jacoby scooted himself up closer to Jed. Kneeling, he placed one hand on each of Jed’s thighs, letting his thumbs rub at the soft, pale flesh. He gave one final look into Jed’s still wide eyes before opening his mouth and letting Jed’s already hardening cock slip inside.
Jed couldn’t hold back his initial moan of surprise; then, after the first stroke of Jacoby’s soft tongue on skin, it became a moan of pleasure. Jed lifted one hand and placed it on the back of Jacoby’s head. His hand grasped at the short black hair in desperation. He had needed Jacoby’s mouth around him, whether he knew it or not, and it was all being released now.
Jacoby worked his mouth over Jed, feeling him harden with each stroke. He leaned into Jed and felt his own hardening cock rub against the bed sheets. The sudden friction made him moan, and with Jed still in his mouth, the vibration travelled up and tingled every one of Jed’s nerves. Jacoby managed to rub himself against the sheets again, and this time removed one of his hands from Jed’s thigh and reached down. With one long tanned hand, he grasped his hardening cock and moved his hand up and down with his own motions on Jed.
Jed creaked open one eye, previously clamped shut, and peered down. He got an eyeful of Jacoby’s chiseled jaw open wide, taking him in, running his tongue along the length of Jed’s completely hard cock. A little further down he was able to see Jacoby handling himself, and moaning from it. Jed could barely contain himself, and his emotions.
His toes curled and the balls of his feet dug into the sheets. He moaned out loud, slightly startled by the sound he made, but grasped at the back of Jacoby’s hair nonetheless. Jacoby could sense his need, his want, and quickened his pace. His tongue ran down to the tip and he removed his mouth. Jed caught himself whimpering at the sudden loss of contact, but was soon cut off. Jacoby did indeed reach his head back down, but this time nibbled at the skin just below Jed’s tip.
Jed bucked his hips upward and called Jacoby’s name. He was close, and all he wanted was Jacoby’s mouth around him again. As if Jacoby could read his old friend’s thoughts, he opened his mouth back up and took in Jed once more. He continued to stroke himself, but was distracted for a moment.
He looked to his left and right, mostly out of the corner of his eye. On either side of him, Jed’s knees were slowly moving closer, then apart again. He was repeating this slow, fluid motion over and over, while moaning wordlessly. Wow, I thought he only did that at bat, Jacoby thought.
Within another minute, Jed cried out and came into Jacoby’s mouth. The sound of Jed’s almost animalistic cry made Jacoby come into his own hand and onto the sheets. Jed slowly, and tiredly, opened his eyes to find Jacoby quivering slightly between his legs. He had by now removed his mouth, and his hand.
Jacoby flopped himself backwards and sat with his feet next to Jed’s. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Jed couldn’t help but stare at his friend, naked and glistening with sweat, his chest heaving and slightly quivering. Jed slipped off the bed and managed to half-drunkenly and half still in post-blow ecstasy make his way to the bathroom. He grabbed two towels and walked back to the bed.
Jacoby had moved and was now on his side in the bed. He was facing Jed when he walked back in, but his eyes were delicately closed; his chest was also still heaving, but he was no longer slightly shaking. Jed rubbed his chest off with his towel and tossed the other on the bed. It landed within inches of Jacoby’s chest, and his eyes fluttered open. He smiled at Jed.
Jed crawled into bed next to Jacoby, who reached out one arm and pulled him close. They lied like that for a few minuted before Jacoby broke the silence.
“You ok buddy?” Jacoby asked. He could tell Jed wasn’t feeling like the usual Jed, and he was right. Jed was trying to enjoy his current state, but he couldn’t help but try to analyze what had happened. In fact, he was probably over-analyzing.
He had thoroughly enjoyed what just happened; there was no doubt about that. However, he couldn’t figure out why. Well, he wasn’t an idiot; he knew physically why he had just enjoyed it. It was whether or not he was blisteringly drunk, causing him to succumb to Jacoby’s temptations, and mouth, or if he had actually all along wanted Jacoby like this. They were friend, of course, but were they more? Did this mean they were gay? What if the team found out? What if Jacoby’s girlfriend found out? What if Jed’s mom found out?
Jacoby snapped Jed out of his panic. He smoothed down the infielder’s hair and cooed into his ear. Despite his level of drunkenness he had achieved, he was still able to play mom to Jed and calm him down. Jed looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I think so,” Jed finally answered. Jacoby frowned; he knew Jed was lying.
“Look,” he said, “This, the thing we just did, doesn’t have to mean anything. In fact, it would be better if it didn’t. Sometimes, when we’re away from the girlfriends too long, we get lonely. Sometimes that loneliness gets transferred into random female fans. Then, sometimes, it gets transferred onto teammates.” Jed’s eyes widened even more as he looked at Jacoby.
“But, it’s not that easy,” he continued. “Beckett is a dominating master, unless you’re Jon. Then he has a tender side. Jon likes to experiment with things, and Clay is a straightforward fuck.” Jed finally spoke.
“So you guys get lonely on long trips and you just -”
“No,” Jacoby interrupted. “Like I said, it’s not that easy. Look, for now, if you’re ok with all this, just stick to me.” Jacoby smiled at Jed, who then rested his head against Jacoby’s chest. Jacoby leaned his own head down and put his chin on Jed. He nuzzled Jed’s soft hair and returned his chin to where it was.
“Jacoby?” Jed asked after a minute or so.
“Yes?”
“Still friends? Like old times?”
“Of course. neh-hecho-da-ne.. Friends. Always.” Jed wrapped his arms around Jacoby. For the first time that night, he was actually sure of something. No matter what happened in the bedroom between them, they would always be friends. And, maybe it was still the alcohol talking, he was looking forward to whatever might happen.