21
TJ
It was close to ten o’clock by the time I pulled into the parking lot of the dorm building. I was utterly exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with Jimmy and crash.
I had managed to catch Dr. Fisher just as she was heading out to teach a class, but she promised to look into the legitimacy of the agent who had contacted me. Before coming to Omaha to teach, she’d worked as an actor and director in both the New York and Chicago areas and was still in contact with quite a few folks in the business. I had a class with her tomorrow and hoped she might have more information for me by then.
In the meantime, I couldn’t stop myself from running through all the possibilities of what this potential opportunity could mean for my future. I’d spent a good portion of my life just vibing my way through. I took the wins and losses as they came, always sure there was something better on the horizon, without worrying too much one way or another. I chose to live in the here and now and enjoy the life I was living rather than hoping for another life that hadn’t yet come to be.
A year ago, I wouldn’t have questioned any of this. I would have been excited, likely annoying everyone around me as I babbled about catching the eye of an agent and the doors that might be opened as a result. Now, with just a little over a semester left between me and graduation, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth throwing away the last three and a half years of work. But damn, could I really ignore this gift?
People in mid-sized cities in the middle of the country, like Omaha, didn’t randomly get approached by agents. I could go through with student teaching next semester, graduate, get my degree, and then try to get an agent, but would it be too late? What if this was my only chance, and I didn’t take it?
And what about Jimmy? If I was honest, my relationship with him was at the heart of my conflicted feelings, even above and beyond my concerns about graduating. Teaching dance classes tonight had provided a good distraction from my worries, but the thought of how this might affect us had been ever-present in the background. I hadn’t been fully able to push them away.
Yes, our relationship was new, so maybe it was foolish, but I could see a future with him. One with a house and pets and maybe even kids. It was a future I’d never really given a lot of thought to—I’d always had plenty of time to worry about those things later—but it was a future I was beginning to realize I really, really wanted. Would it still exist if I moved to New York? Could I convince Jimmy to come with me?
I trudged up the stairs, limbs heavy and heart weary, and entered the room quietly. Jimmy was lying in bed with a book, facing away from me, and since he didn’t turn to greet me, I assumed he’d fallen asleep.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my jacket, then crossed over to him, sliding into the bed behind him and curving myself around his sleeping form. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and breathed deep, drawing in his scent and sending endorphins rushing through me. It was amazing how just the feel of him in my arms and his scent permeating my senses could have the tension melting out of my body.
He pushed back into me, tilting his head for a sleepy kiss. “How was class?”
“Good. It was nice to be back in the studio. The kids were a little wound up, but I expected that.”
“That’s good. I missed you.”
I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of hearing him say things like that. With the rest of the world, Jimmy kept his thoughts and feelings contained, but with those who mattered, he gave himself freely. It never stopped feeling like an honor to be one of the ones he entrusted with that part of himself.
“Mmm,”
I hummed against his lips. “I always miss you when you’re not with me.”
We traded lazy kisses until I reluctantly pulled away. “I should shower and get ready for bed.”
“You’ll sleep here tonight?”
I’d slept in my own bed the last couple of nights due to my cold.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get you sick.”
“Baby, we just made out for like fifteen minutes.”
His tone was heavy with sarcasm. “I think the damage has already been done.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
His expression softened. “Don’t be. I would’ve stopped you if I was worried about it.”
To prove it, he pressed his lips to mine again. “Now go get ready so we can sleep. I’m exhausted from taking care of your ass the last couple of days.”
“Oh wow! I see how it is!”
I gave him a playful slap on the ass as I stood. If Jimmy ever embraced his sassy twink side, he’d be completely insufferable. And I kinda loved it.
Fingertips trailing along the skin of my back.
A knee pressed into my groin.
An ankle sliding against my calf.
Kisses ghosting the column of my throat.
Teeth digging into my shoulder.
Hands pushing me onto my back.
Underwear sliding down my thighs.
The indentation of a thumb pressing into my hip.
Warm, damp breath on my skin moments before my cock is enveloped in the wet heat of his mouth.
I came awake in stages, the room fully dark in the dead of night, only becoming completely aware as my cock was fully buried in Jimmy’s mouth. I whined low in my throat and reached down, grabbing his hair and holding him to me. He popped off my cock and slid lower, laving first one of my balls and then the other with his tongue before returning his attention to my dick and enveloping me once again.
I wasn’t sure how long he’d been at it or what had possessed him to wake me up this way, but with the way my balls were aching and my dick throbbing, I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. He bobbed his head, applying suction with a single-minded determination like it was his job and he was going for an end-of-year bonus.
He got his hands under me, grabbing my ass and holding me in place as he continued his assault. “Baby,”
I said, “Sunshine, I’m gonna…”
His grip tightened, and he slammed his head down, massaging his tongue up and down the underside of my dick in rapid strokes as the wave of my orgasm crested and swept me away.
He continued the motion of his tongue as my dick pulsed over and over and over again until I became too sensitive and tried to pull away. Chuckling, he gave me one more lick, then pulled off, climbing up my body and diving in for a kiss. He tasted of me and him and us, the utter filthiness of it so erotic I flipped him over on his back so I could return the favor.
I climbed down his body, moving by feel in the dark. Unable to see, my other senses were heightened, ratcheting up my desire for him despite the fact he’d just made me come.
I pressed my nose into the juncture of his groin and thigh, inhaling the musky scent of him, then slid over until I found the base of his cock, burying my face in his pubic hair. He tilted his hips toward my face, but I ignored the motion, instead sliding lower toward his sac. I mouthed his balls but didn’t give him the satisfaction of pulling them into my mouth, chuckling when he rewarded me with a needy whimper.
I continued sliding lower, my hands slipping under his knees and pushing them back. He resisted for only a moment, then relaxed, allowing me to open him fully. In the darkness, I couldn’t see his hole, but based on the rest of his body, I imagined it to be a dusky pink. I couldn’t wait to find out.
I sat up just a bit and slid my finger down until I found his hole and tapped. “Can I have a taste, sunshine?”
“Yessss.”
His response was part whine, part sigh, and had me smiling into the dark as I lowered my head.
Burying my face between his cheeks, I slid my tongue up and down his crease in one long, smooth motion. His entire body jerked in response. I did it again, this time stopping when I arrived at his hole and flattening my tongue against it. I used the same massaging motion he’d used on my dick, assaulting his hole over and over again, loving the way he squirmed against me.
My normally shy, quiet boy was a very active participant in sex, never able to keep his body still or his voice quiet. It was one of my favorite things about him. The way he lost all inhibitions when we were intimate. It seemed like the only time he could fully get out of his own head and allow himself to just feel.
Switching tactics, I spread his cheeks wider with my hands, pointed my tongue, and pushed inside. He gasped, and I pulled back long enough to say, “Breathe, baby,”
before diving back in again.
Instinctively, he clenched but almost immediately relaxed, allowing me to press farther inside. At the same time, I slid one hand up and wrapped it around his cock, squeezing just a bit but holding in place.
“Move,”
he grit out, bucking his hips into my fist and causing my tongue to slip out. Chuckling, I licked my palm, then took him back in hand, sliding slowly up and down. “More,”
he choked out.
Giving in to his demands, I moved my hand again, but instead of returning my tongue to his hole, I pulled the index finger of my other hand into my mouth, getting it good and wet before slipping it into his hole, just the tip.
With each stroke of my hand, I pushed my finger in a little farther until I was all the way in. My own cock was already half-hard again at the thought of slipping inside him and burying myself in his tight heat.
I continued to stroke him faster and faster as I felt around with my finger until I found his prostate. His hips shot up off the bed as I crooked my finger and tapped. He screeched, and I felt the wet heat of his orgasm coat my hand. Grinning with satisfaction at sending him so thoroughly over the edge, I continued to finger and stroke him until he finally jerked his hips away from my hands, dropped his feet back down on the bed, and went limp.
I sat up on my knees, my dick fully hard now, and began to jerk myself, using my cum-covered hand. I paused a moment, hastily repositioning myself so I was straddling him, then stroked myself a few more times until I shot my second release of the night all over his chest and belly.
When I was finished, I collapsed on the bed next to him, both of us covered with sweat and breathing heavily.
“Jesus, sunshine. Where did that come from?”
I felt him shrug next to me. “I woke up from an almost-wet dream.”
He said it simply, but I imagined he was likely blushing.
“Almost?”
“I was on the verge of coming but hadn’t quite yet.”
I chuckled as I started to reach for him to pull him into a hug, but I realized my hand was still covered in our jizz. “I’m a mess.”
I climbed over him and off the bed and turned on the lamp. He squinted and blinked against the intrusion. “Sorry. Hang on just a sec…”
I pulled a towel out of my drawer and cleaned us up as best I could, then shut off the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over us, tucking Jimmy into my side with my arm draped over him.
He sighed and settled into me as the heavy weight of sleep pulled me back under. Just before I closed my eyes, he mumbled something. I thought it was, “I don’t want you to go,”
but I was asleep before I could be sure.