Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
JON
This wasn’t what I’d expected to happen after having breakfast with Seth. I thought maybe we’d wander around town or go to the beach. Instead, he was following me up to my apartment so we could finally give in to the sexual tension we’d been fighting for the past two weeks. My cock was already hard, anticipating getting my hands on him.
I silently thanked whatever deities existed that I had cleaned my apartment the day before. I opened my door, glad the large front windows let in the morning sunlight. I loved my apartment with its hardwood floors and high ceilings. I also loved living right in the center of downtown Asbury Park.
Seth looked around, a soft smile on his face. “This is really nice. Light and airy.”
“Thank you.” I turned and slid my arms around his waist. “You said something about wanting a tour?”
“Yes, definitely,” he said with a smile. Then he stopped walking and fixed his gaze on the picture over the gas fireplace in my living room. It was a painting of the old carousel house in Asbury Park. Painted by Seth’s deceased husband.
“Shit,” I murmured.
Seth put his hand on my arm. “It’s fine, Jon. I won’t fall apart every time I see one of David’s paintings. You told me you have a few. I wouldn’t expect you to hide them.”
Even still, my stomach was twisted in knots. I felt guilty. Seth must have seen it in my expression because he took my face in his hands and kissed me. “Jon, listen to me. I loved David. We had a wonderful life together. Seeing his paintings reminds me his legacy lives on. It makes me happy to see other people enjoying his creativity.”
I let out a quiet breath of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad about being in my space. I held out my hand. “So, how about the rest of the tour?”
He took my outstretched hand. “Lead the way.”
Since my apartment was open-plan, it was easy to see most of the spaces with just a few steps in either direction. Seth paused when he saw my guitar sitting on a stand in a corner on the other side of the living room.
“You play guitar?”
I nodded. “Since I was in high school. It’s just a hobby, but it soothes me and lets me be creative.”
“You’ll have to play for me sometime,” he said.
“I’d love to.” I moved closer to him and slid my hand up his body. “Right now, though, I’d like to play with you.”
His gaze heated and a slow smile curved his lips. “I’m all yours.”
I took his hand again and led him to my bedroom at the far end of the living room. Before I opened the door, I said, “Just so you know, there are two more paintings in my bedroom.”
Seth pulled me close. “All I’ll be thinking about is you.”
The morning light poured in through the large windows in my bedroom. The two paintings hung side by side on the wall above my bed. They were smaller than the one in the living room and both were of two men. One was them sitting on the sand, watching the sunrise. The other was the same two men standing by the boardwalk railing holding hands.
Seth smiled when he saw the paintings. “I remember those. That’s Frank and Ed. They were so excited when David asked them to pose for him.”
“Did they just stand there?” I asked.
Seth shook his head. “David took dozens of pictures of them in the poses he wanted and then created the paintings from the photos.”
“Wow.”
“Speaking of wow,” Seth began, sliding his arms around my waist and drawing me close. “That kiss downstairs was pretty amazing. I want to kiss you again—naked.”
My cock twitched at the thought of seeing Seth naked. “That sounds great to me,” I rasped.
It didn’t take us long to get undressed. Seth’s body was long and lean. It was clear he took care of himself. He had nice muscle definition, especially in his legs. His dark chest hair had a liberal smattering of gray. He had a little softness around his belly, which I looked forward to nuzzling. “Lie down,” Seth said quietly. “I want to explore your body.”
I swallowed. My cock was already hard. I had a feeling that Seth exploring me would be the best kind of torture. I situated myself on the pillows. Seth knelt on the bed and ran his hands up my legs, starting at the ankles. Then he leaned down and kissed my ankles, my calves, and my inner thighs. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. His kisses were soft and sensuous.
He moved up my body, ignoring my aching cock, much to my dismay. I groaned in protest. “Seth. Please.”
He hummed and let out a low laugh. “I’ll get there. Trust me.” He continued up my torso, alternating between caressing and kissing my bare skin. I’d been right about his beard feeling good against my flesh. He paused to suck on my already hard nipples, scraping them with his teeth and then soothing them with his tongue. He continued up my neck, behind my ear, and finally to my lips. Even that was an exploration. He pressed his lips to one corner of my mouth and then the other before taking my mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.
I wrapped my arms around him so I could feel his full weight on my body. I slid my hands down to the globes of his ass and rolled my hips. We both groaned as our hard cocks ground together, the friction a relief. “I want to be inside you,” Seth growled. “Do you do that?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m vers.”
“Good to know,” he replied. “We can switch up next time.” He kissed me again. “I get tested regularly. I’m negative, and I’m on PrEP.”
“Same,” I replied. “But I’d still prefer to use condoms.”
He nodded. “Supplies in the usual place?”
“Of course,” I said, pointing to the nightstand beside my bed.
He lifted off me so he could get the condoms and lube out of the nightstand. He paused after he pulled open the drawer, and a wicked grin lit up his face. “You have all sorts of goodies in here. We’ll have to try them out sometime.”
I was sure my smile matched his. “That sounds great to me.”
Seth dropped the condoms and lube on the bed beside me, then took his position over me again. He kissed me slow and deep before asking, “Are you okay with this position?”
“Absolutely,” I replied. “I prefer it.”
“Excellent,” he murmured. He traced a trail of kisses down my body, stopping at the juncture of my hip and thigh. He took a deep breath. “You smell so good.”
My whole body tingled in anticipation. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had paid this much attention to my pleasure. His mouth moved closer to my aching cock and an actual whimper fell from my lips. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed because my dick was suddenly enveloped by the wet heat of Seth’s mouth.
My back arched and I let out a groan of pleasure. “So good.”
I heard the click of the lube bottle and then felt Seth’s cool, slick finger circle my hole. He slid it in up to the first knuckle. “Yes. Like that.” He went deeper, and it felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. I raised my head. “I need you inside me. I don’t need a lot of prep. I like the stretch and burn.”
He met my gaze and held it for a long moment. “Are you sure?”
I smirked and tilted my head toward my nightstand. “Those toys aren’t there for show.”
Seth chuckled. “Duly noted.” He rolled on the condom and slathered on a generous amount of lube. He pushed my legs back and leaned down to kiss me. The head of his cock pressed against my hole. I let out a breath and bore down, allowing him entrance. The stretch and burn were glorious. “Yes,” I hissed.
“You feel so good,” he ground out. He entered me inch by marvelous inch, filling and stretching me just the way I liked.
When he finally bottomed out, he stilled, allowing me time to adjust. It took a few moments for the burn to turn into pleasure. When it finally did, I said, “I’m good. Don’t hold back.”
He grunted his acknowledgment and pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. I wrapped my legs around his back as he set a punishing pace. The room filled with our grunts and moans of pleasure and the slap of skin on skin. Sweat dampened his face, and our bodies grew slick with it. More than the heat and the friction, the look in his hazel eyes as he drove into me set my whole body on fire.
My orgasm began to rise, sending sparks of electricity down my spine. “I’m close,” I gasped. I went to slip my hand between our writhing bodies, but Seth beat me to it. He wrapped his slick hand around my hard cock and jerked me to the rhythm of his thrusts. My climax exploded through me, whiting out my vision. I threw my head back and cried out, my back arching up off the bed. Hot ropes of cum shot out over my stomach and some even made it to my chest. Seth’s rhythm faltered. He thrust once more and let out a loud moan of pleasure as his cock pulsed and filled the condom with his warm cum.
We lay there breathless for a few moments. Seth smiled down at me. “That was…wow.”
“Definitely wow,” I agreed.
Seth kissed me tenderly, then grasped the base of the condom and slowly pulled out. I gestured toward the small trash can next to the bed. “Just throw it in there.”
“I’ll get you a washcloth,” he said, getting up and heading into my en suite. He was back a few minutes later with a warm, wet washcloth. He gently cleaned off my chest and abdomen and then tossed the washcloth onto the floor. He stood next to the bed, seemingly uncertain what to do next.
I held up one arm so he could snuggle in. He hesitated for a brief moment, then lay beside me and rested his head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around him and held him close. “How are you doing?”
“Not sure,” he replied. He lifted his head to meet my gaze. “I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
“Like what?”
His eyes got shiny. “Like I haven’t felt since David died. Like I’ve finally connected with someone again.”