17
TJ
We lingered in bed, floating in that space between awake and dreaming, occasionally surfacing long enough to trade lazy kisses before floating away again.
Jimmy ended up skipping his first class, but neither of us could afford to miss the next one. We eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, and after another long, lingering kiss, I left him to head to my class while he showered and got cleaned up for the day.
The rest of the day passed quickly between classes, Jimmy’s shift at the library, and preparations for Gram’s party. Ma sent me out to pick up the balloons she’d ordered and Jimmy tagged along, holding my hand as we talked about our day. I did most of the talking as usual, but Jimmy chimed in here and there, and it made me ridiculously happy that he seemed to feel more comfortable sharing things with me.
Jimmy surprised me later in the evening when he asked if he could sleep in my bed. We’d just returned to our room after brushing our teeth when, suddenly, he was standing in front of me, biting his lip and looking adorably nervous. As if there were any doubt I’d say yes. I climbed into bed first, scooting all the way to the wall, and held up the blanket for him in invitation. He’d given me a shy smile before sliding into the bed next to me and curling into my side, an errant curl tickling my chin.
Peace. He’d said earlier that I brought him peace. And while I thought he’d been talking about peace from anxious thoughts, as I lay there with him wrapped in my arms, the two of us creating a warm cocoon beneath the blankets, I thought I knew exactly what he was talking about.
I woke Saturday morning to the sound of light rain hitting the window. Jimmy and I lay on our sides, facing each other, and I took the opportunity to watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful like this. Brow smooth. Mouth slightly ajar. Breath slow and even. He had a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. They were so faint that I hadn’t noticed them before. I wanted to memorize each and every one.
What was it about this boy that had me tied in knots?
He was beautiful, of course. I’d thought so from the moment I met him, with his chocolate-brown eyes, fair skin, and those blond curls I was such a sucker for. But beyond that, I thought maybe it was his quiet strength that drew me to him. Despite his childhood and everything that had happened to him, there was still an earnestness in him. He was shy and anxious and full of self-doubt, but he hadn’t let that stop him from pursuing the life he wanted. Underneath it all was a steely resolve to keep pushing forward. I admired him for it.
Jimmy inhaled, then executed a full-body stretch before slowly opening his eyes.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Are you ready to experience the absolute chaos of my family?”
“Yes?”
I chuckled, smoothing a curl off his brow. “You’re gonna be great. Everyone will love you. My mom and brothers already do.”
“You’ve talked to them about me?”
“Well yeah. Ma caught on to how smitten I am with you at the football game. So, of course, she brought it up.”
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Smitten?”
“Utterly and completely.”
His blush was adorable.
“I might be a bit smitten too.”
The way his words had my heart stuttering… He so rarely offered up his feelings like that, which made it all the sweeter. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, unable to resist.
“What time is it? What time do we need to leave?”
I peeked over his shoulder at the clock. “It’s just shy of eight, and I told Tyler we’d pick him up at nine.”
He rolled over to his back, and we lay there for a few moments, watching the rain fall outside. “Too bad we can’t lie here a little longer. It’s the perfect weather for staying inside with a book.”
“Mm. You’re not wrong,”
I said, nuzzling his neck. “I’d love to spend the morning in bed with you.”
He brought one hand up, threading his fingers through my hair and holding me in place, which I took as permission to continue. I had no business starting something I didn’t have time to finish, but he smelled so damn good, and I just wanted a little taste.
Jimmy inhaled sharply as I trailed my tongue up the column of his throat and placed a kiss on the sensitive spot just behind his ear. I nipped at his lobe, then pinched his chin between my fingers and turned his face toward mine so I could kiss him. He melted into me, lips parting in welcome as I dipped my tongue inside.
I kissed him long and slow, and just when I had him completely boneless beneath me, I pulled away. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower.”
He groaned. “Seriously?”
I pulled back the covers, climbing over him and out of the bed, then held my hand out to him. “Trust me, sunshine.”
He was slow to stand and looked adorably grumpy, but he took my hand, and after grabbing our toiletries and towels, we made our way down to the bathroom.
There were three bathrooms on our floor ranging in size—the one closest to our room being the smallest, with just three shower stalls. After relieving ourselves and washing our hands, we made our way to the shower area. Jimmy started to slip inside the middle stall, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the one I’d already claimed in the back.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he realized what I wanted.
“Someone could walk in,”
he hissed.
“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday on a college campus. I highly doubt we’re gonna see anybody in here. And if someone comes in, you’ll just have to keep quiet. You can do that, right?”
I could see the conflict on his face, a battle between what he thought was right and what he truly wanted. In the end, lust won out, and he followed me into my shower stall.
Jimmy turned his back as he undressed, so I followed suit out of courtesy, then turned the water on to let it heat. Jimmy turned, cheeks rosy and eyes averted. I tipped his chin so I could see his eyes. “Is this okay? We can shower separately if you would be more comfortable?”
“No, I want to be here with you. I’m just…nervous. I know that’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb, sunshine.”
I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “But I’m going to take care of you. And if there’s anything you don’t like or you want me to stop, just say the word.”
He nodded, and I pulled him close and kissed him, feeling some of the tension ebb as he relaxed into me.
We stepped into the water, and I turned him away from me, reaching for the body wash and pouring some into my hands. I took a moment to admire him as I did so, allowing my eyes to trail down his back to the curve of his ass. I wanted to start there, to run my soapy finger between the cleft of his cheeks until I found his tight hole. I wondered what kinds of sounds he’d make if I slipped a finger inside. Would he still be my shy, quiet boy, or would I unlock a different side of him? I hoped I’d get to find out.
But not today. Not yet.
He looked at me over his shoulder, and I smiled unapologetically at having been caught staring. “You have a beautiful body, sunshine. I want to worship you.”
He flushed so prettily. I liked being the one to put that color in his cheeks.
I placed my soapy hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them down his arms and up again, gliding my fingers over his smooth skin. I repeated the motion on his back, lightly kneading his muscles with my thumbs as I went. Stepping forward, I slid my hands over his chest, moving down his torso along the planes of his body. He wasn’t an athlete, didn’t make regular visits to the gym, and wasn’t in possession of a six-pack, but he was slender, with a trim waist that fit perfectly in my grasp.
I stepped forward again, hissing when my erection grazed the curve of his ass. His breath caught, letting me know he was fully aware of the contact, but he didn’t move to stop me. I closed the rest of the distance between us, his back now flush against my chest with my dick nudging his crease.
“You still with me?”
I asked, lips pressed against his ear.
“Yes,”
he muttered, pressing his ass back into me.
I smiled, breathing him in as I allowed my hands to slide lower, the hair beneath my fingers becoming coarser as I got closer and closer to his cock. I couldn’t see my hands from this angle, but I could feel the texture of the tight curls resting just above his base. And in my mind’s eye, I could see them as they’d looked when I’d cleaned him off yesterday, just a shade darker than the golden blond curls on his head.
He was leaning back against me now, giving me some of his weight as his head tilted to rest against my shoulder. I licked a stripe up his neck, and he shuddered against me.
“Tell me what you want,”
I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“Tell me.”
I nipped at his ear. “What.”
Another nip. “You want.” I bit down gently, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that I knew it would ratchet up the need thrumming in his veins.
His moan echoed off the tile, and it was a testament to just how into this he was when he didn’t seem to notice. “T-t-touch me,”
he stuttered. “Please.”
“So polite.”
I brushed a fingertip against his base but didn’t move any farther. “I’m going to need you to be more specific, sunshine. Most of me is touching most of you already.”
“You know where.”
“Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea.”
I brushed my fingers against him again. “But I want to hear you say the words.”
He huffed out a frustrated breath. “My dick. I want you to touch my dick.”
I chuckled at his petulant tone, but this was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him so needy, so on edge, that he forgot to be nervous and just let himself feel.
I slid my hand lower, the tips of my fingers coming fully in contact with his length. Though I still couldn’t see what I was doing, I could feel that his dick was jutting straight out in front of him. I ran my fingertip along the underside, smiling when it jerked in response.
“Turn around. I want to see you.”
He obliged, turning to face me, eyes hazy and lust-drunk as steam billowed around us. “You can touch me too. Anywhere you like.”
“Oh.”
His eyes widened. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. It wasn’t a complaint. Just letting you know that there isn’t any part of me that’s off-limits for you. I want you to feel comfortable exploring as much as you want.”
“Oh. That’s good. I do…want that. To touch you.”
I deliberately nudged his hip with my dick and waggled my eyebrows.
Tension had started to creep back into his shoulders, but he relaxed at my antics. He reached out a tentative finger and trailed it down my shaft, sending a full-body shudder through me. My cock jumped at the contact, and he did it again, a little more firmly this time.
“I’ve never touched another guy’s dick before,”
he whispered reverently.
“And what do you think?”
“Yours is nice.”
I swallowed the urge to laugh, not wanting to make him self-conscious. Admittedly, it was a silly question. How were you supposed to respond when someone asked you a question like that?
“Dicks are pretty great.”
I flashed him a smile, then reached out and took his cock in my hand, letting it rest heavily in my palm. “I like yours a whole lot.”
I bent forward and kissed him, pleased when he opened automatically, meeting my tongue with his. His hand tightened around my dick as we kissed, and the feel of Jimmy’s hands on me like this was everything. I thought I might nut just from that contact alone.
After a long moment, I pulled back and released him, turning to grab the body wash. “Give me your hand.”
I squirted some into his palm and a little more in mine, then guided him back to my erection while taking his in my hand.
“We’re going to stroke each other at the same time, sunshine. You okay with that?”
At Jimmy’s nod, I gave him a slow tug, pleased when he released a low moan. When he tentatively gave my dick a stroke of its own, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. “Yes. Just like that. That’s perfect.”
Gaining confidence, he did it again, and I figured I better get back to stroking him as well, or I would come before he did, and that wouldn’t do.
I took his mouth, swallowing the needy little sounds he made as we both picked up the pace. The kiss turned more aggressive and our strokes rougher as we climbed higher and higher toward our releases. I was moments from coming when I pushed him against the wall, batted his hand away, and took both of us in hand. I tried to continue kissing him, but it was more like panting into his mouth as I jerked us, frantically chasing the orgasm that seemed just out of reach.
I reached my free hand down, cupped his sac, and gave it a small squeeze. “Come for me, sunshine. I want to feel your spunk all over my dick. I want?—”
He grunted, then let out a low whine as his entire body stiffened and hot spurts of cum coated my hand.
“That’s it. You’re so perfect. You’re doing—”
My words were cut off by my own orgasm blowing through me like a hurricane. It was like a bomb going off, fireworks on the Fourth of July, a freight train barreling through me, all the clichés rolled into one epic orgasm that had my knees weak and spots dancing in my vision. Somehow, I managed to stroke both of us through it until my dick was completely spent and his began to soften in my hand.
I released us but didn’t move away from him, resting my forehead against the cool tile next to his head as we struggled to breathe.
“Alright?”
I asked when I remembered how to form words.
He chuckled. “More than.”
“Good. That’s good,”
I panted. I found the strength to pull my head away from the tile and look at him. He looked utterly blissed out, his wet curls plastered to his forehead, his lips rosy red, and his eyes slightly unfocused. “God, you’re beautiful like this.”
I pressed another kiss to his lips before he could respond, then pulled back. “We should probably get cleaned up, or we’re gonna be late.”
“I just need another moment to remember how to move.”
I chuckled, loving that he was letting me see a little more of his sense of humor. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”
I stepped under the spray, pushing my hair back off my face.
“You should. That was…amazing.”
I opened my eyes and pulled him into me. “Good. There’s more where that came from. Whenever you want it.”