Chapter Eleven
Jason took a deep breath. “You’ve made yourself a comfy spot.”
David smiled and caught hold of his hand, tugging him down onto the floor. “All it needs now is you.” When Jason knelt beside him, David pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to lie back against the mountain of pillows. “There. That’s better.”
“Better for what?” Jason asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“For this.” David straddled his lap and leaned in for a kiss, his hands resting on Jason’s shoulders.
Jason liked that idea. Liked it a lot. He held onto David’s narrow waist and closed his eyes, concentrating on the connection of their lips, the sweet taste of wine on David’s breath. The pillows supported him and he leaned back, letting them take his weight.
“This feels amazing,” he murmured between kisses. How many times in recent days had he envisaged this? The two of them making out on Jason’s couch…
The rug was a much better idea.
David hummed into their kiss. “You like to kiss,” he whispered.
Jason nodded, his fingers stroking David’s short hair. “Whenever I used to fantasize about… being with a guy, it always began the same way, with a lot of kissing.” He bit back his whimper of frustration when David broke the kiss and sat up, staring at him. “What did I say?”
David grinned. “Fantasies?”
Tiny prickles of ice and heat etched their way across Jason’s skin. “Uh huh.”
“I think I need to hear some of those fantasies.” David’s eyes focused on him, the dark of his pupils expanding.
“Now?” Jason was lost in those dark eyes.
David’s smile was definitely wicked, and it sent tingles down Jason’s spine.
“Yes, now.” Jason shivered when he buried his face in Jason’s neck, kissing him there.
David chuckled against his skin. “Oh yeah, you like that.” He cupped Jason’s face and looked him in the eye. “So, are you going to share?”
“It… it wasn’t much of a fantasy,” Jason lied. “It was just how…” He let out a soft moan when David’s lips traced a line down his neck once more. Oh fuck, that turns me on.
“How what?” David murmured, before sucking on Jason’s bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth.
Jesus. Jason couldn’t think when he did that.
“How…” He fought to breathe. “How I imagined my… first time would be.” He curved his palm around David’s cheek. “Only I never really thought it would happen.”
David covered Jason’s hand and casually brought his finger to David’s lips. Jason’s dick began to fill as David sucked on his finger, his eyes fixed on Jason’s face.
Fuck, that was sexy.
David held Jason’s hand around the wrist and eased his now dripping finger from between his lips. “Maybe it’s time to find out if reality lives up to your imagination,” he whispered.
Jason suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He’s talking about…
It wasn’t the fire making him hot anymore.
David stilled. “Say the word, and we stop. As simple as that.” He sat upright, his hands resting again on Jason’s shoulders.
Jason stared into eyes that held understanding, warmth, and something else—need.
The same need that had surfaced that morning, as Jason had refilled the vending machines in the restroom.
He’d stared at the little packets, his pulse racing.
For the first time since he’d backed off from the idea of more than making out, he knew what he wanted.
His heart had pounded as he’d slipped a couple of condoms into his apron pocket, hardly daring to believe what he was contemplating.
Now felt like the perfect time.
“I don’t want to stop,” he whispered, his breathing quickening.
Oh my God. The look in David’s eyes…
And then David was kissing him again, only now the flavor had changed subtly, each kiss imbued with a sense of slow burning urgency. Jason responded, hands curling around David’s head, pulling him in deeper, feeding him soft noises that he wouldn’t have recognized as coming from his lips.
David broke the kiss and smiled. “Me neither.” He reached down and grasped the hem of Jason’s sweater, pushing it up toward his chest and lowering his head to kiss Jason’s torso where the muscles danced beneath his fingertips.
Not enough.
Jason shivered. “Take it off.”
David nodding, pulling him upright and then tugging the sweater up and off.
He grasped the bottom of his own sweater and pulled it off, revealing his firm chest, those tight little nipples standing proud.
Jason couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
He stroked the warm flesh, rubbing his thumbs over the tiny nubs and feeling the shudder that rippled through David’s body.
David’s chest was covered with a soft down of dark hair, narrowing into a thin trail that led lower to…
Another shiver slid through Jason, and his cock pushed even harder at his zipper.
“Like what you see?” David asked him, his lean body taut, his belly flat.
“God, yes,” Jason sighed. He’d loved how David’s body felt beneath a layer of clothing, but seeing it was a definite improvement. “You’re beautiful.”
David laughed softly. “Have you looked in a mirror lately? This is a beautiful man right here.” He caressed Jason’s chest, moving lower, edging south. “So what happens next?”
“Huh?” David’s hands were a definite distraction.
David grinned. “This is your fantasy, remember? What happens next?”
Jason knew that part.
He drew in a deep breath, covered David’s hand and guided it to where his erection pushed at his jeans. David gave a deliberate nod and leisurely rubbed the bulge, his fingers tracing the shaft. Jason’s heartbeat raced. “Fuck, that feels good.”
David paused in his erotic task. “What about now?” He shifted back, kissing down over Jason’s belly that quivered where his lips met skin, until his mouth was right there, inches from the jeans-encased rigid flesh.
Jason bit his lip and groaned as David mouthed his erect cock, the fabric darkening where it became damp.
David raised his head and gazed at Jason. “Fuck, you’re hard.”
Jason wanted to laugh. “And that surprises you?” Then the urge to talk vanished when David popped the button on his jeans and unhurriedly lowered his zipper. He held his breath as David eased his hard as fuck dick from his briefs and wrapped his fingers around it.
“Jason, that is one gorgeous cock.” David’s eyes gleamed as he lazily traced its length with his tongue. He stilled, his lips almost touching the head, and suddenly Jason arched his back up off the pillows to feel a hot mouth surrounding his dick.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I can’t remember… the last time I felt lips on my cock.”
David hummed around the head, sucking him hard, his cheeks hollowed, and Jason moaned with pleasure. He held David’s head steady while he pushed up into that glorious heat and wetness, hips pumping, heart pounding.
When David pulled free, Jason let out a low growl of hunger.
“Patience,” David responded, before kneeling up to grab hold of Jason’s jeans and underwear, pulling them down toward his ankles.
When Jason lay naked before him, David slowly unfastened his own jeans and pushed them lower, his thick dick springing free, already hard and wanting.
He leaned over Jason, legs impatiently kicking off his jeans while Jason finally got to hold that gorgeous ass in his hands.
Jason got in on the act, his feet pushing at the offending garment, until David was warm and nude in Jason’s arms.
God, the feel of that firm body was wonderful.
Jason spread his legs to give David room while he stroked and caressed his back, shoulders, arms and chest. He slid his hands lower to cup the firm ass that begged to be touched, loving David’s low moan of pleasure when Jason lightly squeezed the round globes.
He could feel David’s cock against his belly, hot and heavy.
“My turn,” Jason whispered, helping David to shift higher on his chest, until David’s dick was sliding over it, and David reached behind him to stroke and pull at Jason’s cock where it rubbed against his ass. Jason craned his head up from the pillows and licked the head of David’s thick shaft.
David groaned and rocked, his dick sliding through Jason’s fist into his mouth, his gaze trained on Jason’s lips tight around his length. His fingers tightened around Jason’s shaft, tugging faster. “I want to ride this,” he said with a low moan.
Jason fought the urge to come on the spot. “Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to be inside you.” He sat up, one arm around David’s waist, the other reaching for his jeans. When David did the exact same thing, they stilled.
David grinned as he dug deep into his jeans pocket and pulled out a couple of packets. “I brought supplies.”
Jason laughed and held up his liberated condoms. “Great minds, huh?” He dropped them onto the rug.
“Yeah, but I brought lube,” David whispered in his ear.
Holy Mother of God.
He caught his breath as David slowly shifted position again, Jason’s thighs supporting him, Jason’s cock hot against David’s crease.
“Let me,” David said, tearing open the packet and moving to unroll the latex over Jason’s shaft.
“This… this is going to be over real fast, you know.” Jason pumped his gloved cock. “I’m way too close.”
David tore open the second of his packets and slicked up a couple of fingers. “That makes… two of us,” he said breathlessly, biting his lip as he pushed his fingers into his ass. “It’s been a while.” He gazed down at Jason, his chest rising and falling. “Next time, I want your fingers, all right?”
As if in response, Jason’s cock jerked.
David knelt astride Jason, his hand holding Jason’s dick steady while he positioned himself above it, the head snug against his hole.
Jason felt the world slip away as David took his time, his ass just taking Jason’s cock in, deeper and deeper, until it was buried all the way.
Jason stared up at him, lost in the sensation of hot silk wrapped around his shaft.
David worked his own cock, little gasps and moans escaping his lips as he started to move, a languid up and down motion.