Chapter 17
Make me yours
JIMMY
Wow. I can't believe this. Is this me in the photo?
“What are you ogling on your phone with those saucer-like eyes?” Sahil stands and peers over my shoulder.
“Wah, bhai. This is fantastic. Is this from the shoot two weeks ago?” Sahil takes the phone from my hand and zooms in on the snap. “Damn, you look like a movie star.”
“Shut up. Anyone can look like a movie star after photo editing.” I snatch my phone and shove it in my pocket. “Get to work. You are on gym cleaning duty today. Better tidy up for the morning.”
“And where are you going?” Sahil questions me as I step out of the gym.
“Some errands to take care of.” He does not need to know my actual destination.
A swift kick and my Bullet roars to life. I can't stop the smile from breaking out. The post-rain breeze is cool, so I zip my jacket and rush to Aditya's home. He and I have been together for only two months, but he is the first person I want to share this news with.
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The door opens even before I turn off the ignition. Aditya stands on his porch in a thigh-hugging pair of blue shorts and a well-worn white t-shirt. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I put the bike on the stand and stride to his door. Gathering him in my arms, I swirl around with his hands on my shoulders.
“What's the good news, Jimmy?” He is all smiles and wonder.
“We did it, Addy. My first print ad is slated to be published in the GentsRUs magazine, and the next shoot is for a top men’s wear brand.”
“Wow. Superb. When did you find out?” He asks as I help him to stand.
“About an hour ago.” I hold on to his warmth. “Priya sent me the email and a copy of the ad.”
“Show me.” He goes to pull out my phone. Our hands tangle as we fumble to extract it from my tight jeans.
“Here.” I unlock my phone and show Aditya the pic.
“Is this the Dhokaney waterfall?” He runs a finger on the screen with a wide grin and sparkling eyes.
“Umm, this is so exotic. You are a sex god in the beach shirt and tight khaki shorts. And these abs, Jimmy, people will line up to cop a feel.” His finger lingers on my midsection, exposed by the open white shirt with yellow and red palm tree print in the photo.
“The only one who has permission to touch these is right beside me.” I take Aditya's hand and rub the fingers against my stomach. The traitor inside growls.
“Oh, someone is hungry.” Aditya squeezes my stomach. “Let me feed you. I made some Dal and rice.”
I will be in big trouble if I continue succumbing to his cooking. I can sense a before-and-after relationship photo with #throwback in my near future.
Aditya reads my hesitancy. “Brown rice, dear. I, too, am trying to match you. I also made a chickpea, sprout, and paneer salad.”
“Were you expecting someone?” I tease him at the buffet-like list of dishes.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
“Who says I am jealous?” I flex my biceps. “Only measuring the competition.”
“Well, you need to lift heavier weights. This won't do.” Aditya runs a circle in the air around me before jabbing my chest. I grab his finger, but he pulls away. “So, do you want to have dinner?”
“Only if the cute chef later serves desserts.” I wink and follow him inside, my hands resting on the plump love handles. I need to talk to Sahil; he needs to make sure they don’t disappear.
“No free dinner, Jimmy boy. You have to work with me in the kitchen.” Aditya wriggles his way out of my grasp.
“Do I get double the dessert if I help you clean up?” I pout while taking the casserole from his hand and walking to the dining table.
We work to set the dinner. Aditya's house is like a second home to me now, as I spend most of my time here.
We have so many meals together. The comfortable companionship and Aditya's delicious home-cooked meals always have me craving more.
“When and where is the Raymond shoot?” Aditya asks, between a mouthful of food.
“In Delhi, on the same day as the talk show. Addy, will you come with me?” I want to spend some time with him in public.
Go and watch a movie. Sit in the last row, corner seat, holding hands in the dark while we share popcorn and salted lips while a romantic song plays on the screen.
Stuff we can't do in Almora without attracting unwanted attention. Delhi should be safer, I hope.
“Ah, I would love to, but on a weekday?” Aditya raises his shoulders in question. “We will be in the middle of unit tests at the school.” He wipes his lips with a napkin after finishing his dinner.
“I wanted to see Delhi together with you.” I shift the last rice grains on my plate, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“Hey, don't be sad. I will accompany you next time.” He takes my hand in his and squeezes.
“Promise? You won't back down with another workday commitment?”
“You have my word. But speaking of promises, someone had mentioned abs and desserts.” Aditya gives a coy smile.
I scoot over and pull him out of his chair. “Can the dishes wait?”
“Umm, let's dump them in the sink.” He gathers the used dishes and hurries to the open kitchen. I carry the bowls and casserole back. Once my hands are free, I cage him against the counter. “Ready for your dessert?”
Aditya places his hands around my shoulders and pulls himself up to kiss me, running his tongue on my lips. I open my mouth to let him in. His evening stubble provides a rough, sensual contrast to the soft, wet lips and duelling tongues. He wraps his legs around my waist as he deepens our kiss.
I carry him to the bedroom as he hangs with his arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, and our mouths fused. We fall on the bed, twining our bodies in a web of hands and legs.
“I want you, Addy,” I mumble while sucking his neck’s exposed soft skin.
He shivers in my arms. “Too many clothes.”
We break free and, in seconds, claw each other's clothes off. Buttons fly, shorts, shirts, and briefs land somewhere. The godawful tight jeans take a miserable amount of time.
“Sorry about the shirt,” Aditya gazes at me, his finger tracing a path in a line from my chest to my belly button.
He is so adorable. I want to nip and lick him off the bed. “This is worth more than any shirt.” I run my hand from his shoulders to his thigh.
He squirms away. “This will not be worth much in a few months when you find a young, sexy guy hitting on you in a pub in Delhi or Mumbai.”
I pull Aditya and plaster myself over him. “What if I want a sizzling older man with a round, plump peach of an ass to bite, thick curly hair on his chest to nuzzle, and enough soft skin on his sides to knead like dough?”
I follow up my statements with real action, which revs his engines. He starts moaning and drives me crazy. Kissing my way up, I align our waists and press my hardness against his stiff cock. He moans and digs his fingers into my back.
“Does this clear your doubts?” I move my hand between us and squeeze our cocks together.
“Mmmhh! Jimmy, make me. Yours,” he sputters between panting breaths.
Thank God. I have waited long for this moment.
He wanted to go slow, so I never pressured him during our intimate moments, satisfying our carnal needs with frotting and blowjobs; afraid to ask for more.
I am more seasoned on gay dynamics in bed, at least by a few hook-ups over the last two years.
After my own experience, I do not want to hurt him. “Addy, are you sure?”
“Yes, I am ready. I want you.” Aditya is vocal and desperate. His vocabulary and eloquence usually dry up when we are naked, but not tonight. I hope he means what he is asking. His plea answers my question. “Jimmy, the second drawer. Lube and condom.” He points me to the cupboard on the wall.
“Ah. My naughty man.” I tease him while rubbing his nipples between my thumb and index fingers. He squeezes his eyes shut. Lips parted, mumbled words as if chanting a prayer. His chest rising and falling with each breath. So adorable and shy. So sexy.
“What do you want, Addy?” I whisper.
“You. Inside. Now.” He stutters a plea.
I rush to find the supplies. The anticipation makes me hot, but preparing him is important. “Ready?”
Instead of answering me, he pulls me over him, kissing me hard. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and whimpers as my slick, lubed finger pushes inside. The kissing session turns into frantic moans as I add a second and a third. Gosh, he is so tight. “Relax, Addy.”
“Jimmy, now. Fuck me, please.” He arches his back as my knuckle hits his prostate.
I pour lube on my condom-covered cock and line the head against his hole. “Breathe, babe. Breathe for me.” The resistance gives way as he takes deep breaths. I stay still, allowing him to adjust, but he pushes his hips against me.
“Mmmh! Addy, you are so tight and hot.” My entire length is inside him, splitting him apart, but our connected bodies stitch my world together.
My Addy lies below me, sweating, panting, licking his lips. I lower my head and swallow his moans while thrusting inside him. Yes, my Addy. He is mine, and I am his as long as he will have me.
My thick fingers stroking his cock make him hum and shudder, culminating in a series of moans. His breath hitches when I lick and bite his nipples. Each time his eyes roll back, I pull him from the edge by kissing my way around his soft chest covered in hairy fuzz.
When he squeezes his ass, I know he is ready for me.
Locking our lips together, I thrust into him, setting a steady rhythm.
With each thrust, I find our bond deepening and my arousal rocketing.
Aditya’s fingers scrape my back, digging into the muscles.
We gaze into each other's eyes with what I pray is love.
At least for me. Yes, if not already, I am falling for him.
Twisting a finger around a wavy tuft of hair hanging by Addy's temple, I kiss him hard before increasing my pace. Grunts and moans fill the room before we come together to the most melodious words I will ever hear.
“Jimmy. Jimmy. YES. JIMMY!”
“ADDY!” I add to our symphony. Still joined together at the hips, I flip us so I am now on my back, squeezing Aditya in a tight embrace.
The post-orgasm cuddle with his head on my chest helps us float back.
We make love with our bodies moving in sync in a slow dance choreographed to the rhythm of two beating hearts.