7. Elio #4
For a moment, I was catapulted to a hot and stuffy evening at Still Water Cove.
We had returned from the lakeside very late, and some joke or passing tease got us grappling, wrestling in the living room of our little cabin.
Wearing only our swimming shorts, we battled until we were close to falling down on the floor, and a moment of stillness settled between us.
Jaxon had looked into my eyes, and I into his.
We’d stopped breathing. If we had ever been closer to a kiss, I couldn’t remember it, yet I hadn’t realized that the rising temperature of my body was this.
This excitement and this need to be present for what came next tore through me as Jaxon slipped his thumbs inside his sweatpants and pulled them down.
He took them off, one leg after another, and stood straight before me in his tight briefs with a big bulge and a wet spot spreading over the tip of his cock.
It darkened the white surface into a pale gray and made my heart race like mad.
“Um,” Jaxon said. “This is kind of embarrassing.”
I stepped toward him, taking him by the hips and pressing our bodies together again. He was even hotter now, completely burning up.
“When you knocked, I was just about to…” He glanced at the bed. The drawer of the nightstand was still half open, and inside were the contents I wasn’t surprised to find. A bottle of lube and a thick rubber toy.
My heart leaped as I thought of all the possibilities.
“It’s been a while,” Jaxon said. “I…needed it. I still need it.”
My ears perked with excitement that came over me so fully that I didn’t recognize myself. I swallowed, only now realizing that my throat had been tied with a knot of tension. “Okay,” I said, my voice foreign to my ears, somehow husky and soft.
His gaze flicked from my left eye to my right and back. He gave a small, jerky nod. “Sure?”
My fingers sank into his waist with the desperate desire to never stop holding him. It seemed like too big a promise to speak aloud when I didn’t know who I was and whose body I had been living in for the last twenty years. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure about this, Jax.”
His lips trembled, and it fractured my heart right through the middle. He took my hands into his and moved them gently around his waist until I held his ass. It was firm and shaped differently than what I was used to, but the novelty alone excited me enough to pull him closer.
We were already well across the bridge. It burned somewhere on the horizon behind our backs. I didn’t look over my shoulder. Whatever was there, it belonged to someone I didn’t want to be anymore.
I kissed Jaxon, savoring it for once, truly feeling all that he was giving up for me. He was giving himself, his body and soul, to someone who had never been worth the trouble.
My fingers lifted the lower edges of his briefs along his smooth, firm cheeks, sliding the folds of fabric between them, and I held him against my body while my tongue ventured into his mouth and toyed with his tongue.
I could feel the yearning in his muscles.
It knotted them, tensed them so much that he was still and stiff like a statue of pure marble.
The years of waiting, hoping, and pining for something he couldn’t be given were soaked into his cells, into his very core, and I couldn’t resist dismantling the misconceptions.
After all, I was the guy who’d created them.
I closed my fist tightly around the twisted fabric of his briefs and dragged up, increasing the tension between his cheeks and lifting Jaxon to the tips of his toes.
The moan that escaped his lips reluctantly filled my mouth in the middle of a heated kiss, and Jaxon threw his arms around my neck, holding himself harder against me.
His cock rubbed against my leg as he rose to his toes. It was eager and hard, pressing against my flesh with excited expectation, and I couldn’t wait any longer to see it. I was giving myself a free pass tonight, not worrying about what would come next, and I wanted to use it for all it was worth.
I yanked his briefs down, sliding them under Jaxon’s ass and dragging his dick low until he whimpered into my mouth. My other hand went to his butt, feeling it, massaging it, groping it with a force that seemed to make Jaxon’s breathing more shallow.
As I lowered his briefs down his legs, his cock dragged with the folds of fabric, and Jaxon hissed until the moment the waistband slipped over the tip of his dick and let it spring up between my legs.
I felt him before I saw him, his dick throbbing once as he inhaled sharply, rising between my thighs until I felt it just under my balls.
The sensation spreading through me was impossible to translate into words.
A sizzling, electrifying kind of spill of emotions that made themselves known only in the very deepest parts of my body.
I stepped back, desperate to see all of him, and Jaxon let his briefs fall the rest of the way.
He stepped out of them carefully, his arms hanging by his sides, his chin lifted up, his chest broad and bulky, his abs cut, his feet spread apart, his legs muscled like a runner’s, and his balls heavy between his thighs.
His cock, almost as big as mine, was like a lifted spear, unmoving with stiffness.
Jaxon swung his hand forward, wrapping his fingers around his cock.
My gaze flicked to the bulging muscles of his arm.
I would be a liar if I said I had never let my gaze slide over his body in the past. In school after PE, in summers by the pool, and in Still Water Cover on our getaway trip, I had always looked at him, although not with the lust that filled me now.
You are a gorgeous person, I thought as I stepped toward him.
He was attractive, beautiful, and willing.
These things locked me in his room, tied me to his body, and held me close without letting me go.
And as I wrapped my arm around his waist, feeling his entire naked body against mine, the rest of my fears fell away.
The embrace was slow to start, but the proximity of our souls was like the pull of magnets.
We drew one another closer until our hands moved over each other’s bodies shamelessly, and our lips pressed against one another with growing force.
The urgency followed, although it was nothing I could explain.
He was mine now, but I felt the need to hurry up and claim him.
We moved toward the bed, our steps small and uneven. Jaxon had his hands on my biceps, and I held him by his rib cage, pushing him back to the bed until he stumbled and dropped onto the mattress.
I let go of him and watched him sit, then lean back invitingly until his body was spread out for me. “Do you like me, El?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Very much.”
A spark of mischief flared in his eyes. “Prove it.”
In an instant, I joined him on the bed, my body towering over his, and I leaned down to press my lips against his collarbone.
His hands went to my head, fingers threading through my messy curls.
He closed his fists with locks of hair trapped in them and pushed me gently down the length of his torso.
I kissed his pecs and solar plexus, the tip of my tongue sliding out as I turned my face to his left nipple, licking it before giving it a playful, almost threatening bite.
Jaxon hissed with a mix of discomfort and pleasure, that strange, perfect combination.
He tightened his grip on my hair and pushed my head lower.
My fingers moved over the bedsheet restlessly, searching for something to hold on to so that the fear wouldn’t lift me up and carry me away. This sudden anxiety filled me to the brim, but I moved lower, licking his abs and kissing his belly button along the way.
His scent rose and crept into my nostrils, a mix of artificial scents of his shower gel and his natural musk.
A glance showed me that he was still hard, probably even harder than before, and the tip of his cock glistened with precum.
A silvery string of precum dragged from the tip of Jaxon’s dick to the smooth surface of his stomach, and I held my breath while my heart pounded in my chest. A moment later, I ignored the fear that was stopping me, and I opened my mouth just as my head moved down.
Strange as it felt, I didn’t freak out. Jaxon’s cock filled my mouth, and I couldn’t see any way to move my head up and down the way he had done. I didn’t have any room left in me to take more of him. But it was delicious.
My heart sped up as the flavor of his precum soaked into my tongue.
Inhaling through my nose, I recognized his scent again, stronger, and I pressed my tongue against his cock, hoping and trying to make him feel something, anything.
But Jaxon’s head dropped against the mattress, and his lower back arched.
His fingers twined with my hair, and he held me down, not letting me lift my head.
“Do you like that, El?” he huffed, thrusting his hips a little off the bed and ramming himself against my closed throat. “Fuck, I know you do. I know you like my cock.”
I closed my fists around the bedsheet, holding my breath and opening my mouth as wide as I could.
A choked and embarrassing sound broke out of me as Jaxon thrust his cock against my throat.
The rutting, grinding motions of Jaxon’s hips never slowed down so long as I kept my mouth wide open and his fingers stayed threaded through my curls.
“Take it, El,” he grunted. “Take my dick. Be a good boy, El.”