Chapter 39

The walk back to Blake’s flat was slow, fingers laced, laughter soft.

London buzzed around them, but neither of them noticed. The world had narrowed to the weight of Jamie’s hand in Blake’s, the heat building with every brush of shoulders and sideways glance.

Blake’s flat was – predictably – very Blake.

Clean lines. Deep colors. Books stacked with intent. Art on the walls that was either expensive or brilliant, probably both. A minimalist warmth that made it feel lived-in, not staged.

Jamie stepped inside and smiled. “Yeah. This is exactly what I pictured.”

Blake handed him a glass of wine, voice low. “What, sexy and full of secrets?”

Jamie took a sip, eyes sparkling. “Exactly.”

He turned to admire the view from the window – London glowing beneath them, warm and endless – when Blake came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I really missed you,” he said quietly, mouth brushing Jamie’s ear.

Jamie turned into him.

Their kiss was soft at first. Familiar.

Then it deepened.

Hungry.

Jamie let go. No overthinking, no performance. Just want. Raw and real.

Blake’s hands slid under his shirt, pulling it up, off, away. Jamie tugged at Blake’s belt, fingers trembling slightly as they stumbled through the hallway toward the bedroom, all breath and touch and urgency.

The bed was wide and inviting, but Blake didn’t wait for it.

He kissed Jamie down onto the mattress, straddling his hips, their bodies already hard, already pressed close.

Jamie gasped into the kiss, nails digging into Blake’s back, drawing soft groans from his throat.

Blake’s mouth explored – Jamie’s jaw, his throat, his chest – leaving heat in his wake.

Jamie’s hands tangled in Blake’s hair, pulling, guiding, needing.

Blake reached for the lube on the nightstand, prepared him gently – whispering praises, holding eye contact, patient and reverent.

And then – he pressed in.

Slow. Careful.

Then deeper.

Jamie arched up with a gasp, his thighs trembling around Blake’s waist.

“God, you feel…” Blake couldn’t finish the thought, moaning into Jamie’s shoulder as he began to move.

They found their rhythm together – slow, then faster, hard and deep, their hips colliding, breath tangling.

Jamie found that spot on Blake’s neck that made him curse and lose pace.

Blake rocked harder in response, gritting his teeth, hands gripping Jamie’s thighs tight.

The room filled with the sound of moans, gasps, the slap of skin against skin, the bed creaking softly beneath them.

Jamie came first, hard, his whole body arching, calling Blake’s name like a prayer.

Blake followed, trembling, buried deep, his moan low and rough, mouth against Jamie’s throat.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat and kisses that didn’t stop.

Blake rolled onto his side, pulling Jamie close, kissing his forehead.

Jamie sighed into his chest. “I never knew this could feel like home.”

Blake whispered against his hair. “That’s because it is.”