Chapter Eight #4
Smiling back, Jesse nodded. Arthur immediately began kissing him again. Slowly. Sensually. But still so wrought with urgency. With each second of their kiss, Jesse could feel how hungry Arthur was for this. For him. It was . . . oh, it was so incredibly unreal.
Then, not so slowly, the two removed each other’s shirts.
Jesse’s cock swelled with want—with need—as some of their last layers of clothing—symbols of their relative stations in life—were stripped away, and soon, Jesse could no longer bring himself to be worried about a single thing except how he might help Arthur find pleasure.
Arthur climbed on top of him, his hard member pressing against Jesse’s thigh.
Arthur rocked his hips twice, and Jesse let out a moan, breaking their kiss and pressing his head back into the pillow.
Stradling him, Arthur sat up and raked his hands over Jesse’s bare torso.
Tentatively, Jesse reached his hands out and mimicked Arthur, running his fingers through Arthur’s chest hair.
His hands trailed lower over Arthur’s stomach—mostly flat, but with a perfect bit of pudge near his hips.
Jesus Christ, Arthur’s physique was nothing short of exquisite.
“Oh, Jesse, you are so lovely,” Arthur said. His eyes flitted to the hem of Jesse’s pants and then back up to Jesse’s face. “I want to see the rest of you. May I?”
Jesse nodded. Arthur swiftly unbuttoned Jesse’s pants, followed by his drawers. Once he was finished with the buttons, he climbed off, and Jesse lifted his hips so Arthur could remove both. Jesse’s cock sprang free—long and hard and leaking. Arthur stared wordlessly.
“You can touch me,” Jesse blurted out as he shimmied out of his clothes. “If you’d like.”
Arthur touched his fingertips to Jesse’s shaft.
“Beautiful,” he said, wonderment in his tone.
Jesse bit his lip as the warmth of Arthur’s fingers made him shudder. Arthur wrapped his hand around Jesse’s length, and Jesse bucked his hips in response.
“Do you touch yourself?” Arthur asked, slowly moving his hand up Jesse’s length.
Jesse snorted. How innocent Arthur was.
“Doesn’t everyone?” he asked.
Arthur huffed an embarrassed-sounding laugh. “Probably.”
He removed his hand and found Jesse’s instead, tugging Jesse’s fingers and guiding Jesse to his own cock.
“Show me how you like it,” Arthur whispered, curling Jesse’s fingers around the length.
Jesse took a pause before starting to stroke himself.
In other circumstances, he might have felt uneasy touching himself for someone else like this, especially someone with whom he hadn’t been intimate before, but Jesse could tell from the look in Arthur’s eyes—the curiosity and fascination there—that this was his way of easing into something more vulnerable, like bringing each other pleasure.
Arthur only watched for a few more seconds before starting to fiddle with the buttons on his own pants.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice wobbly. “I’m worried I might come while watching you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want to see you,” Jesse said, keeping his voice warm.
Arthur slipped off his pants. When Jesse caught sight of Arthur’s cock, his breath caught.
“Good God, Arthur,” Jesse said, stopping mid-stroke.
Arthur’s cock was as magnificent as the rest of him. It was long and thick and, oh, fuck, it was the most perfect thing.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Jesse shook his head. “Nothing.”
Arthur’s eyes flitted back and forth between both of their cocks a few times.
“I’m a little larger than you, perhaps, but—”
“More than a little,” Jesse corrected, chuckling.
Gingerly, Jesse took Arthur’s hand. He urged Arthur to lie next to him on the mattress. Arthur complied, and then Jesse rolled over to face him.
Arthur said, “Did you know, Jesse, that I liked you from the very moment we locked eyes? You have this . . . this way of being that I found so exciting. You have so much confidence. It’s . . . mesmerizing.”
If only Arthur knew how very not confident Jesse felt beneath his facade.
Arthur continued, none the wiser to Jesse’s secret insecurity.
“I found it fascinating. You’re so handsome and so intelligent, too.” Arthur sat up on his elbow. “What about you, hm? Did you like me right away as well?”
“Yes,” Jesse said with a mock sigh. “Unfortunately.”
Arthur threw his head back and laughed. “Unfortunately, he says! Oh, I forgot to mention how much I love your honesty!”
“I couldn’t not like you, Arthur. Look at you. You’re charming. Hopelessly charming.”
Arthur’s laughter slowly stopped, though his beautiful smile remained.
“I’m so happy that I could charm you,” he said warmly.
Jesse’s stomach fluttered as heat swirled in his chest. He leaned forward and caught Arthur’s mouth in a kiss.
Both of them continued to smile through it, occasionally even chuckling as their lips moved together.
Soon, the heat and passion and want returned.
Carefully, Jesse reached for Arthur’s cock, pausing as his fingertips brushed the silky foreskin to make sure Arthur was ready for that kind of pleasure.
When Arthur didn’t protest, Jesse wrapped his hand around Arthur’s length and began to stroke.
Arthur broke their kiss and rolled onto his back while Jesse continued to pleasure him.
As Jesse pumped his fist, he expected Arthur—typically so loud and expressive and talkative—to moan or whine or whisper some sort of obscenity, but Arthur instead became both silent and still.
Jesse kissed his shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Arthur inhaled a shaky breath and nodded.
Jesse kissed his shoulder once more. After a few more strokes, Arthur’s hips rose up off of the mattress. Jesse shifted closer to whisper in Arthur’s ear.
“Beautiful man,” he said. “I can’t wait to watch you come.”
Arthur’s lips curled into a small smile, and he huffed a barely-there laugh before becoming very serious and still once more. Jesse wasn’t sure if he could have ever predicted Arthur’s seemingly extreme reservation in bed, but he loved it. Somehow, Arthur Hughes had become even more endearing.
Arthur lifted his hips again. Jesse watched the man’s toes curl, his brow furrowing slightly as Jesse moved his fist faster, and then, with the tiniest, loveliest little sound, Arthur came. Warm pleasure spilled over Jesse’s fist and onto Arthur’s stomach. Jesse kissed Arthur’s cheek.
After a moment, Arthur turned his face toward him.
“Thank you, Jesse. That was incredible,” he said. “May I help you find the same pleasure now?” Arthur’s eyes fell to his stomach and then to Jesse’s wet hand. “Although, perhaps we should clean up first. I wouldn’t want to ruin these sheets of yours.”
Jesse pressed one more kiss to Arthur’s cheek and scrambled out of bed.
He snatched the closest piece of cloth he could find, which happened to be a lightly used bed shirt that was rumpled on the floor.
After wiping his hand, he tossed it onto Arthur’s midsection.
Arthur cleaned himself, balled up the shirt, set it near his feet, and rolled onto his side.
Holding out his hand, Arthur said, “Come here. Let me take care of you.”
Jesse climbed into bed and lay on his back. He and Arthur shared a kiss as Arthur took Jesse’s length in his palm. He began to move his hand, though his touch was so gentle, it made Jesse chuckle.
“Arthur, you won’t break it,” he said. “Touch it as you touch your own.”
“Sorry.” Arthur nuzzled Jesse’s cheek and tightened his grip. “How’s this?”
Jesse let out a hum of pleasure as Arthur pumped his fist. “It’s perfect.”
“You are perfect, my sweet Jesse,” Arthur said. Arthur's words made Jesse’s heart flutter, and his face warmed. “Oh, how I love it when your face flushes like that. Do I embarrass you so much with my compliments?”
Jesse squeezed his eyes shut. “Constantly.”
“Do you mind it?” Arthur asked, moving his fist faster. Jesse shook his head, and Arthur then kissed his cheek. “Good. Because I never want to stop making you blush.”
After one more sweet kiss, Arthur rested his head next to Jesse’s on the pillow. Arthur’s wavy brown hair tickled Jesse’s chin, and Jesse could tell that Arthur must have been watching his hand move. Slowly, Jesse opened his eyes so that he could watch, too.
Heat settled low in Jesse’s belly as he stared, and a tingling sensation crept up his spine, the rush of pleasure making his muscles tighten.
Pre-ejaculate began to leak from the head of his cock, enough that Arthur’s movements were no longer the nearly silent thwip of flesh moving over flesh, but a sound now imbued with the evidence of pleasure.
“Gorgeous,” Arthur cooed. “I love how wet you’ve become. Are you always this way?”
Jesse’s face turned hot again. Arthur was back to being Arthur now, with his incessant, wonderful talking and his apparent need to make Jesse burn with embarrassment or shame or both.
“Yes,” Jesse rasped, barely even able to form words through his increasing ecstasy.
Jesse had always produced a lot of pre-ejaculate. None of Jesse’s previous partners had ever mentioned it. But of course Arthur Hughes was the sort of man to comment on every single thing in the bedroom (well, as long as he wasn’t the one being pleasured, seemingly).
“It’s lovely,” Arthur said, his voice syrupy sweet. “Does this mean you’re close?”
Jesse eked out another “yes,” and then Arthur sat up on his elbow. He increased the speed of his strokes, tightening his fist ever so slightly.
“Look at me, Jesse.”
Jesse complied. Immediately upon meeting Arthur’s intense stare, he wanted to look away, but somehow, he knew that Arthur would only scold him for it. Jesse’s face flushed hotter.
“I want to see your face when you come for me,” Arthur said. “I want to watch you succumb to that peak moment of pleasure.”
Breath hitching, Jesse thrust his hips up into Arthur’s fast-moving fist. Fuck, he was so fucking close to coming.
“Let me see you,” Arthur crooned.