Chapter 30 Jason #2
I was in a daze as I headed toward Joe. He was easy to spot, towering over most of the crowd, his ears flushed from the chill.
Half the party had moved indoors, but he hadn’t.
He’d stuck by me as much as he could. But we’d gotten separated at some point between the letters and now, and as I approached I could see why.
Joe was with Patrick and Jordan.
No doubt, talking about the farm.
“I was thinking—” Patrick said. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to—” I didn’t catch the next part, my head still spinning from what I’d just overheard. If Beatrice Montgomery knew about my financial status, did that mean…did that mean everyone did?
How?
When?
How had I not known?
The answer came to me as I reached Joe.
Because…it hadn’t mattered. I hadn’t known because it hadn’t mattered. It didn’t matter when they learned or how—because at the end of the day, no one had ever treated me any differently. Where I came from didn’t impact how they viewed me.
I was still Jason.
And Belleville was still Belleville.
“Hey,” I said, curling an arm around Joe’s waist the moment I saw him. He twisted, raising his arm so I could settle into his side. He smiled at me, all soft-eyes and warmth. I felt better immediately, all my realizations falling to the wayside as I became drunk on the way Joe looked at me.
“Having fun?” he asked me quietly.
“Yes,” I said immediately. “Best Christmas I’ve ever had. And I’m not just saying that.”
Patrick and Jordan excused themselves with a smile, leaving Joe and I alone—but not, because we were still surrounded.
“Did I—” Joe started.
“Show me? Yeah, baby. You did.”
He melted, twisting so we were chest to chest. He looked happy. Tired. No doubt, he was peopled out. He hadn’t complained. Not once. Joe had to be uncomfortable. Overwhelmed. And yet…he’d pulled all of this together despite that.
For me.
God, he really did love me, didn’t he?
“Thank you,” I said, cupping his face in both my hands. He sagged, letting the weight of his head rest in my hands. His eyes drooped, the long day catching up to him. “Thank you, Joe.”
Joe’s smile was soft.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly.
“I’m thanking you anyway.”
Joe huffed at that, but he looked pleased.
More hugs were handed out. I was practically bruised from all the love I’d received by the time the yard was empty, and the house even emptier. There were plates of treats and food populating nearly every surface in my home.
Marybeth helped me unwrap my presents, and those had places now, too. Doilies on the counter. Hand-knit sweaters on my bed. Matching ceramic cups for Joe and me that said “Joeson5ever” on them to mimic the shirt I’d yet to give him. A kindle for Joe and I to share.
The echo of my family was everywhere.
Joe followed me through the house, silent as a statue, letting me take it all in.
It felt different without bodies and voices filling every nook and cranny.
And yet…
It didn’t feel lonely.
“Aren’t you going to head home?” I asked him. “Not that I want you to. But your family is here.”
“I already told them I’m spending the night with you,” Joe told me. He hadn’t said a word in nearly an hour. Worded-out, I was sure.
“Good.” I pulled him into the bathroom. Undressed him piece by piece, taking my time to thumb over his nipples. Kissing his belly button when I yanked his pants and boxers off. When I rose back up, he was hard, his cock poking against my belly as I worked at my own clothing.
“It’s been a big day,” I murmured, yanking my blue sweater over my head.
Joe nodded. He stared at my mussed hair, something tender in his eyes. The need to be taken care of rising up, even as he fought it down. Sweet baby had spent the entire holiday making sure that I felt loved. It was my turn to take care of him.
I couldn’t wait.
“You know what you need?” I murmured as I yanked my pants and underwear off. Joe waited patiently for me to finish without interrupting. His eyes slid down my body though, trained on my cock. He licked his lips. “You need a nice, hot shower.”
Joe’s cock was hard between his legs, flushed and flexing toward me.
The tip was leaking. It twitched, and I had to fight the knee-jerk reaction to reach out and stroke.
I’d never get over the way he collapsed into me when I did.
The way he was so eager for it. Pathetic in the hottest, most lovable way possible.
“You need pampering by your boyfriend—who loves you very much.” God, just saying that out loud made me feel weightless. Admitting it. Everything out in the open. “And you need to rest.”
Joe frowned at me. I had to bite back a laugh. “What?” I asked, mock concerned. “Was there something I’m missing in my plan? Something else you need?”
Joe’s frown turned into a glare.
I grinned.
“Oh,” I said, snapping my fingers. “Water. You probably want water. You’ve had to talk a lot. Is that it?”
“Jason.” That was a complaint if I’d ever heard one.
“Cocoa then, because it’s Christmas.”
“Jason,” Joe outright whined.
I turned the water on, waiting a beat for it to heat up as I turned back to Joe.
“Joe,” I chided, amusement laced in my tone. “If you want something you’re going to have to ask.”
He didn’t appreciate that. His nostrils flared, and he grumbled at me. He obeyed though, using his body to beg, instead of his mouth. Joe stepped forward, his cock bumping against my abs, leaving a hot streak of precum in its wake.
“Oh,” I said, adopting a look of mock-surprise. “Was that what’s bothering you?” He nodded, hips jumping forward to outright rut. “Does my puppy need his big cock touched?”
Joe nodded rapidly.
“Or…” My hand slid around his back, feeling the muscle. “Does my puppy want…” I moved down, cupping his ass. Squeezing that thick, bouncy muscle. He whimpered. “Does my puppy need attention here?” I corrected myself as my fingers slipped inside his crease. I tapped his hole, just a reminder.
“Both,” Joe whispered.
“Both?” I gave his hole another rub, and his knees nearly buckled. I had to grab him so he wouldn’t go right to the floor. “That’s a little greedy, don’t you think?”
“It’s Christmas,” Joe complained.
“You’re right,” I purred, the tip of my finger tucking inside. I didn’t want to hurt him. Dry was not the way to go. But this—this was just enough to show him what we both wanted. “I should be charitable, huh? Give you a present, after you gave me so many.”
Joe nodded. He was outright panting now, lips parted, that glassy look in his eyes.
“Get in the shower,” I commanded. “Face the wall.”
He did as he was told.
The water pelted his back as I climbed in beside him—after grabbing the lube, of course.
His skin was flushed from the heat. Or maybe that was from the situation itself.
I wasted no time pressing against his back, kissing at the hollow of his spine as I set the lube to the side and grabbed the soap instead.
Joe flinched when my soapy hands worked over his skin. He relaxed soon enough, though. Turned to putty as his head dropped forward into the spray, and I spread suds down his arms, over his back, down his legs.
I cleaned his cock, his balls.
Soaped up his crease and kissed the skin at the top of his tailbone as I worked lower. He had to lean on the wall when I got to his feet, but didn’t complain. Not once. I soaped them up too, rubbing his insoles, between his toes, and up his calves.
The muscle there was hard as a rock, covered in golden hair so see-through I felt it more than saw it. Felt the way it clung to my fingers as I ran my hands across his legs, up the sensitive skin at the inside of his knees, then his thighs.
With the soap rinsed, I parted his ass cheeks, groaning at the sight that met my eyes. Joe’s hole was just as pink, just as twitchy as I remembered. It winked at me, small and shy. Eager. I bent forward, sucking a kiss around the little ring of muscle, tongue rubbing it till it kissed me back.
Joe was silent.
His legs spread a little wider, hands braced on the wall. I pulled back a second later, just to watch it twitch. God, it really was pretty. Amazing too, that something so small could fit my dick inside it.
I could still remember the last time I’d split it open. Flushed. Sloppy. Stretched wide and clinging as I pressed in, in, in. Giving in to me. Submitting to me.
I dropped one of his ass cheeks so I could pet over the sweet little hole in thanks.
“Can’t believe this tight little thing can fit me,” I murmured, stroking along the golden hair that surrounded it.
“So fucking cute, Joe. Such a good cunt. The best.” Then I kissed it again, licked around and in till Joe pushed up onto his toes and sobbed.
He was loudest when there was something inside him.
I knew that.
But I also knew I didn’t want him braining himself on the tiles or falling down. So…eating him out here wasn’t going to be an option. I rose, groaning a little as my knees ached. Tile was such a bitch that way. Worth it, though. So worth it.
When I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, Joe barely moved. Just twitched at the sound of the cap. Pavlov’s dog. Thinking I was opening lube to fuck him, he spread even wider. Wide enough his legs bumped the walls.
“I’m washing your hair, sweet thing,” I told him, so he wouldn’t be disappointed.
“First,” I added. “Then I’ll touch your hole.
I promise.” Joe nodded. Didn’t fight me at all as I turned him around.
I let him lean against the tile, reaching for his hair and carding my fingers through it, soaping it up.
He stared down at me, eyes blown black with lust, that dazed expression on his face that was my favorite. My favorite because it was mine, and mine alone. It meant I was doing well. Giving him someone to trust, to lean on.