10. Jaxon
The night has been filled with laughter and good conversation. Between the small glances back and forth, and the sunset casting its ever radiant glow, the heat between me and Alex has been building… And if he does not stop licking his spoon, I'm going to come in my pants. A gay man can only watch another man do dirty things with a spoon for so long.
“Mmmm, this is so good,” he moans around a mouth full of chocolate mousse, leaning back in the booth. I can't help but smile and shake my head at the look of pure bliss on his face. When he turns to look at me, he chuckles, shielding his mouth as he swallows the rest down.
“You have some…” I say, reaching out to wipe the sweet dessert from his lips with my thumb, before bringing it back up to my mouth for a taste.
Alex's eyes go hooded and he swallows thickly.
“I should have ordered mousse instead of the pie.” I smirk .
In a daze, Alex responds, “Have some more.” He sounds breathless as he slides the tiny glass dish filled with chocolate mousse closer to me.
I dip my spoon into the elegant chocolate fluff and swirl it around in my mouth, giving it the same treatment Alex did. All's fair in love and war, right?
And I’m winning this war, right up until we are interrupted by Mr. WinkyFace. Man, what is it with this guy? It's like he's lurking in the corner waiting for the most inopportune moments.
“Here is your bill,” he says, sliding it onto the table.
I immediately hold up my finger, pulling out my wallet and placing a card down.
He gives another wink, before taking the card and walking away.
“See?” Alex says in a mock whisper. “WinkyFace.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him up close to me.
He looks up at me from under his lashes. I give him a wink before leaning in for a kiss, making him chuckle against my lips.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
“Okay.”
As soon as my card is back in my hand, I grab onto Alex’s and lead him out into the night air. The sound of the crashing waves below replaces the clatter of the dining room as soon as the door closes behind us.
“Come with me,” I say, pulling him over to the side of the restaurant and down a set of stone steps. As soon as we hit the sand there is a long boardwalk lit up with old street lamps, running the length of the rocky shore.
“Wow, this is amazing.”
“Walk?” I ask, and Alex eagerly nods his head.
It’s a beautiful night, probably the last one before it turns brutally cold. The nip of the wind coming off the water is a stark reminder that winter is just around the corner. But it's that sound that calms my soul.
“I love the sound of the waves hitting the rocks. When I was a kid I used to just sit and listen for hours when my parents would take me to the beach.”
“It sounds like you had amazing parents,” he says, squeezing my hand .
“Yeah they were pretty great. How about your grandmother, did she ever take you to the beach?”
“Yeah.” He squeezes my hand, in a silent thank you, for what I don't know. But after what happened this afternoon, I think Alex could use a little stroll down the good side of memory lane.
“She took me a couple times when I was little before it got too hard for her to move around. She would always pack snacks and a bunch of sand toys. I was never much for actually being in the water, but building sandcastles? That was my jam. The first time I tried to build a sandcastle it was too close to the shore and when the tide started to come in my castle died a horrible death.”
I laugh, “Did you make another castle?”
“Damn straight I did. Of course that was after I cried for 20 minutes, but my grandmother was not having it.” A fond look spreads across Alex’s face.
“I remember her saying 'It's okay sweetheart, you just need to move it away from the shore and start again.’ I was so distraught because I didn't think I would finish before the sun set. But she did not let me give up. She helped me drag all my shovels and buckets closer inland, then helped me rebuild the castle. We stayed until well past dark. I feel horrible about it now, knowing her eyesight in the dark wasn't the greatest.”
“I’m pretty sure the memory was worth it, for both you and her.”
“Yeah,” he says, smiling up at me, “It’s the best.”
Alex shivers and I wrap an arm around his shoulder. “Let's head back, the wind is getting chilly.”
He nods and we start walking back the same way we came, towards the warmth of the car.
The ride home is quiet except for Alex humming along to the tunes and his occasional giggle fest over funny road signs. He held it together pretty good until he saw the last one that read ‘Texting while driving, Oh, cell no.’
“Oh God, my stomach hurts from laughing,” he says, his hand resting on his stomach as I pull into the driveway.
“Whoever thinks up those signs should get a raise.”
The sound of us catching our breath from laughter fills the air. I look over at him and see a beautiful smile on his face and my heart seizes .
“Can I walk you to your door?”
He looks at me, eyebrow cocked.
“Just go with it, okay?”
“Okay. Then yes, you may walk me to my door, but no funny business. I have a reputation to uphold.”
I roll my eyes and get out of the car, walking around to open his door. By the look on his face, I can only assume he's starting to understand how the whole “opening of doors” thing works.
We make our way up the steps to the front door. I lean against the frame of the door while Alex pulls out his keys.
“I had a really great time tonight,” he says, slotting the key into the lock.
“Me too, I almost don't want this night to end.”
He bites his bottom lip, giving me a shy smile that is all sorts of sexy. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”
“I could do that, but no funny business because you have a reputation to uphold.”
He leans his back against the door, watching me as he opens it. “Well, I mean, there could be some funny business.”
I shake my head at him with a smile before I stalk into the house, ready to pounce. As soon as the door shuts our lips collide. I lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue with the need that has been building all day. I’ve been desperate to taste him again. It's been too long since his mouth has been on mine.
We hastily kick off our shoes, lips still attached as we fall into the couch. I let out an “umph” sound as soon as my back hits the cushions.
With Alex’s body solidly pressed against mine, my hand wanders down, gripping his hip while the other cradles his head. He groans into my mouth and I take it, breathing it in.
“Jesus, baby boy, you feel so good.”
Alex groans again, “Oh fuck, say that again.”
“You feel so good,” I murmur while teasing his earlobe with my teeth.
“No, not that. The other thing.”
A rumble comes from deep in my chest.
“Baby boy,” I say, and he groans .
The feel of his hard erection against mine has the base of my spine tingling. My hand slides under his shirt, feeling his smooth skin under my touch.
Alex places open mouth kisses along my throat, stopping to suck on the tender skin where my neck and shoulder meet.
“Too many clothes,” he says.
I pull his head back, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, God yes! It’s been way too long and I’ve been fantasizing about this for months.” His eyes go wide. “Shit, the last part was supposed to be in my head.”
“No, I’m glad you said it. It’s been the same for me, baby.”
He hesitates a minute like he's trying to process the words, before arms start flailing and fabric is being pulled in every direction in a desperate need.
With a huff, Alex stands up, pulling his shirt over his head while I sit up and do the same. He reaches for the button on his jeans, and I raise my eyebrow.
“Partial funny business,” he says.
“And what does this partial funny business entail?” I ask, leaning back and enjoying the view as he slowly lowers his zipper.
“Maybe a little frotting.” He slides his jeans over his hips as my eyes get stuck on the very tiny , very tight , black briefs that strain against the outline of his hardened cock.
With his jeans off, my mouth waters at the sight. Alex falls to his knees and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head.
“Maybe a little mutual blowjobs,” he says with that wicked, crooked grin of his, as he slowly crawls towards me and unbuttons my jeans.
“I would not be opposed to any of that.” My voice goes gravelly and low. I lift my hips as he pulls my jeans and boxer briefs down, over my thighs, and all the way off.
I spread my legs wide. Alex looks up at me with heavy want in his eyes. I capture his cheek in my hand. My thumb rubs along his lower lip before he sucks it into his wet mouth. I can feel the precum dripping from my slit, eagerly awaiting his mouth .
“Fuck, if your mouth feels this good on my thumb I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it on my dick.”
His mouth leaves my thumb with an audible pop.
That crooked grin is back for a split second before he swallows me down whole.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp, my hips doing all they can to buck off the couch. Alex’s mouth works up and down my cock a few times before his nose hits my pelvic bone and he swallows around me.
“Holy shit, where did you learn that?”
He pulls back and I fucking whimper. When do I whimper?
“A friend gave me some tips and tricks,” Alex says with a chuckle. I don't know who this friend is, but damn.
The slick head of my cock is an angry purple, glistening with his saliva. Alex wraps his fingers around my length, giving it a few tugs and licking a strip from base to tip.
I’m wound as tight as a rubber band and the carnal need inside me is at its breaking point. It will never be satisfied until his lips are back on mine.
When I’m close to hitting the point of no return, I reach down and haul Alex onto my lap, his legs straddling my hips. I groan in happiness when his lips finally come back to where they belong, against mine. I take everything he gives me.
I snake my hands from where they landed on his hips to his perfect round ass, sliding beneath his briefs. He rocks into me.
“Oh, fuck. That's it. I wanna feel you, baby.” My whole body craves every inch of his skin, touch for touch.
I slide his briefs over his ass, before he arches his hips and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. It's a beautiful sight, all hard and twitching, his balls pulled up tight.
He's about the same length as me, while I’m slightly thicker with a small curve, he's perfectly straight and at attention like a good little soldier.
He lowers his hip again as our cocks slot together, skin to skin.
“Why did I wait so long to cave to you?” I moan as he licks and sucks his way back up my chest.
“Maybe I've been too subtle?”
“Baby boy, you and that bottle of tequila are not very subtle. ”
He chuckles, as his tongue traces the vein from the bottom of my neck, until he's right at my ear.
“I caved to you a long time ago. Now, make me come, Jaxon… Please.”
My hips arch up at his words and I take advantage of the involuntary movement to turn us more on our sides. I taste his lips for a few short moments before spitting into the palm of my hand and wrapping it around our joined cocks. My thumb swirls around our heads, coating the tip with precum.
Alex’s hands slide down my chest until he reaches my piercings and rolls them between his finger tips. The move shoots sparks all the way down my spine to my balls, causing my toes to curl.
I moan, my hips starting to buck.
“Oh, yes, harder,” he pleads.
I tighten my grip, trying to reign my wayward hips in. I’m not ready for this to be over.
“You're killing me. Please, take me over the edge.”
“Are you sure you don't want to stay right here on the edge?” I bring my other hand down and tug on his balls, feeling them already drawn up tight.
“Trust me, if I would have prepped before this date, I would have thrown myself on your cock the second we walked in the door. Now… Please make me come.”
There is no way I can deny him any longer. Pumping our cocks with a mission to take us both over the edge, I capture his lips, wanting to drink him down.
“Yes, I’m so close, please keep going,” he says, panting into my mouth.
His whole body stiffens then shudders before I feel the warm ropes of his release spill over my hand and onto my stomach. The slickness of his cum helps pull me over the edge as my orgasm hits me deep and hard.
I gasp for breath, my eyes bursting with sparks of light.
“ Fuuuuck .”
Alex moans and his body relaxes against mine.
“That was…”
“Yeah. That was,” I say, placing a kiss on his lips, soft and sweet.
We lay there for a moment, covered in our mess.
“Come clean up with me?” I ask .
He looks up at me, nodding his head, “Yeah, okay.”
We make our way upstairs and I lead him into the bathroom. The bedroom is not finished yet. But what I have done so far, thanks to many hours of manual labor and Dom’s help, is the bathroom.
I turn on the water, letting it fill the oversized tub while I add some bubbles. Yes, sometimes I like bubble baths, too. Have you seen this tub?
When I turn back around, Alex is standing there still in a bliss filled daze, his naked body still covered in our drying release.
I place my hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. This overpowering need to have my lips on him any chance I get, is becoming an issue.
I chuckle at his unchanged expression, and lead him to the bath. I hold out my hand, helping Alex step over the lip of the giant tub, before getting in behind him. The smell of the lavender bubbles surrounds us.
He makes a sigh of contentment and I wrap my arms around him, pulling his back flush against my chest.
“This is not where I thought this night would lead,” he laughs, holding up a handful of bubbles and blowing. “This was supposed to be a fake date.”
I pinch his sides and he squeals.
“Not a fake date,” I remind him.
“In my defense, the stipulation around it was confusing. I mean, you are still my fake fiancé, after all.”
“Fake fiancé, real date.”
I grab the loofa, using some of my coconut body wash to get it all soapy and run it along his stomach, washing the leftover remnants of our release away.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, anything,” I say, using my foot to turn the water off.
“What did Mira mean when she said you haven’t been to The Malt Shop since the night your parents died?”
I exhale a long breath.
“You don't have to tell me.”
“No, I want to, it's just hard to talk about.”
“I understand. The subject of parents can be a tricky topic. ”
I squeeze him tighter, “Yeah it can be…” I close my eyes and take a slow calming breath. “I know that you are aware my parents died in a car crash.” He nods his head. “We had gone into Seaport to spend the day at the fair down by the pier like we do every summer. It was a beautiful day, the weather was perfect.” The memory invades my sight in vivid color. “My best friend Marcus came with us that day.” I let out a small chuckle. “I was on pins and needles thinking my parents were going to notice the little glances and extra touches between Marcus and me. It was new between us, although I had been pining over my best friend for a while. As the day went on, we ate cotton candy ice cream and rode all the rickety rides. Even my parents went on the tiny roller coaster.”
Alex chuckles, “I would have loved to see that.”
“My dad's hand was completely purple from where my mom held on to him.” My smile widens at the memory. Clearing my throat I thread my fingers through his. “That night before we left we stopped to eat at The Malt Shop like we do every time we come to Seaport. Mom and Dad ordered their vanilla shake and Marcus and I got strawberry.”
Alex turns his head to look at me. Yeah the strawberry shake coincidence was not lost on me either. He kisses the side of my cheek before settling back in the tub.
“I got up to go put some quarters in the jukebox and mom followed. I figured she was coming to make sure I was playing Elvis Presley, or some shit like that, but as soon as I saw that sly grin I knew she had caught on.”
“Were your parents supportive of you being gay?” he asks, sliding forward and using his toes to turn the water back on, adding some much needed heat.
“Yeah, I was lucky. They never batted an eye, like it was no big deal… I told her that something changed between me and Marcus even though we weren't sure exactly what that was at the time. He had kissed me for the first time earlier that week. So it was new, new.”
“Aww cute,” Alex says, spinning in the tub to face me, then uses his toe to splash water in my direction. I grab onto his foot, resting it in my lap, massaging the arches.
“Young love is always cute,” I say.
“So is old love.” He smiles .
I imagine what my parents would look like, old and in love. They would have been pretty cute.
Alex turns the water back off again.
“We left the restaurant and it had started to rain. It was like a freak rain storm developed over the sea, it came on so quickly. We were pulling out of the parking lot and a big semi carrying equipment from the fair ran through a red light, hitting our car head on.”
Alex gasps. “Oh, Jaxon, I’m so sorry,” he says, moving to sit on my lap.
My eyes sting as tears threaten to fall. It's been awhile since I’ve cried over that night, time slowly healing the scars.
“It was the worst night of my life and has taken a lot time to get to where I am, emotionally ”
“Do you have nightmares or anything?”
“Yes, and no. In the beginning I did. It lasted for years. Now it's just small little moments here and there that will catch me off guard and bring the memories flooding back. Flashing lights and the sounds of broken glass and metal twisting are hard.”
Alex wipes a stray tear, before kissing me softly.
His eyes pop open, “Oh, no. When you came to pick me up that night, all the firetrucks and ambulances.” He gives me an apologetic look.
I kiss him back, “It's okay. I was okay.”
We are quiet for a moment before we continue.
“Did you know that Beckett is not really my nephew?”
“What? No, I guess I never really put that together before.”
“I met Beckett’s dad in college. He had Beckett at a really young age and I guess Beckett's mom freaked out after having him and said she could not handle being a young mother and took off... I don't want to get into it too much because it’s his story, but his dad, my best friend at the time, died when the brakes gave way in his truck as he was going down one of the steep coastal roads.”
Alex gasps, “Oh how horrible.”
“I told myself that I would look out for Beckett and do everything in my power to make sure he gets a good life.”
“That is very sweet of you.”
“It's what needs to be done.”
“Is that why you are always so worried about me and my car?”
“Yeah I guess you could say that. Vehicles in general have brought a lot of heartache into my life. I don't mean to be pushy about it but I can't help worrying. Your car is old, and frankly not safe anymore. Maybe…” I say cautiously, not wanting to overstep, “It's time you get a new car.”
He nods his head in understanding. “I’ll think about it.”
That is all I can ask.
“Come on,” I say. “Let's get dried off before you turn into a prune.”
“Too late,” he says, holding up his wrinkled fingertips.