Chapter 5 #2
Abraham offers his hand, and I don’t know where he intends to bring me, but I trust him implicitly. So I accept his help in standing, pick up my things, and follow him through the dark.
The babble of the creek quiets as we walk for only a minute or so along the edge of the woods.
Abraham passes between two trees, waiting to make sure I’m at his heel before guiding me a handful of steps further.
The light from my lamp illuminates the edges of a manmade structure.
My shoe thunks against a lone wooden board as I follow Abraham through the open doorway.
Shadows darken the small hovel, the roof long since having fallen away.
I look up at the stars before Abraham’s voice beckons me.
“Here.”
I set the oil lamp down in the corner of the room before joining him. There’s a roughly woven blanket spread out on the dirt floor, as if waiting for us.
Did Abraham put it here?
His fingers trace my cheek lightly as I settle beside him, the touch like sparks. “Jasper. How I’ve missed you.”
“Have you really?” I ask, relief making me nearly weak. I tug him closer, wanting his body over mine again. He comes easily, settling against me, just as it should be. “I missed you terribly. I don’t want to be away from you again, Abraham.”
He lets out a breath, his face tucked to the side of mine before he lifts his head, his lips finding my own. His kiss is both sweet and ragged, hard edges tempered by the fondness I know he must feel for me. He must. Otherwise he wouldn’t kiss me so.
I don’t know how to ask Abraham to continue what he started before, but I must not need to with words.
He spreads my legs wider with his hips, pressing me to the ground, the weight and friction of him bringing me to life quicker than my own hand has ever managed.
I hardly know what to do with it, not having ever been aroused in close proximity to another person before.
Abraham kisses me as he rolls against my prick, stealing the breath from my lungs. His fingers thread through my hair, his voice quiet. “Jasper. Have you lain with men?”
My pulse is thready as I answer him. “I have not lain with anyone.”
He’s quiet for only a moment, half of his face illuminated in flickering light. “Would you allow me to touch you? ”
“Yes, but I… I don’t know how…”
He shushes me gently, his lips on mine. “Allow me.”
I nod, and Abraham leans back on his heels.
He unbuttons my waistcoat as my heart thrashes about wildly inside my chest. I help him finish the task, setting the garment aside with the bundle of letters tucked safely within.
His hands go to my breeches next, slipping button after button free.
He pulls my shirt up gently, the fabric brushing against the length of my arousal in a way that has a gasp falling from my lips.
I’m almost mortified by my state of being until I remember Abraham is similarly affected, his breeches straining with his own need. It’s a balm on my nerves.
Abraham pushes my shirt up only slightly before stopping, leaving it in place in deference to the cool night air, if I had to guess.
He leans down to press a kiss to the skin of my lower stomach before eyeing me again, his hand going to my open breeches.
When his fingers wrap around the length of me, I nearly sob. “ Abe .”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Please .”
He strokes his hand up and down, and I twist reflexively, reaching for something. Anything. Abraham gives me his hand, his other pulling on me in a way I’ve only done to myself. It’s far better with Abraham’s grip, and I don’t know that I’ll be able to last. I don’t know if he needs me to.
His voice is hoarse, as if he too is affected. “Can I kiss you?”
Somehow, I know what he’s insinuating, even though I don’t understand it. I know, and I nod. “Yes, I…”
Abraham lowers his head, and the moment his lips wrap around me, I find my completion.
I empty into his mouth, my own voice rough with my shout, Abraham’s hand wringing me until I slump flat.
I’m breathing hard, the stars twinkling overhead, my thoughts pinging around in a million different directions.
There’s a gravity tethering me to this moment. One I don’t have the capacity to comprehend.
Abraham swiftly unbuttons his own breeches, drawing my attention his way. With one hand on my thigh, he pulls himself free, his eyes locked with mine as he works himself over. I can only watch, rapt, as his chest heaves and he bows, his spend landing on the blanket between my legs.
He drops his forehead to my stomach, hunched over as his breaths saw through the air. I bring my hands to his hair, running my fingers through the strands, the sight of him so undone making me want to comfort him the way he so easily comforts me.
“Abe,” I whisper.
He lifts his head.
“We won’t give this up, will we?” I ask, desperation bleeding into my tone. “We’ll find a way to keep it?”
Abraham’s response is solid and sure. “Yes, my heart. No one will ever take this away. I won’t allow it.”