Chapter 25
Wes
I splash some water on my face from my water bottle after running for over a mile.
Jett and I are breathing heavily and walking off the run, but all I can do is stare at his glistening body.
He looks fucking amazing in his green Ducks T-shirt.
The color is perfect on him. The sheen of sweat enhances the defined muscles in his legs and arms. Hell, even his neck is corded.
I want to lick the salty sweat from his skin.
Ever since he mentioned having a little fun outside earlier, it’s all I can think about.
As I lick the wetness from my lip, Jett raises a brow. “You’re looking at me like your next meal.”
“Who says guys can’t read minds?”
He smirks and ambles my way. “It’s not hard when you wear everything on your face, Wes.”
I shrug and take another sip of water. “I like being an open book. It keeps doubt at bay.”
Jett’s voice drops as he stands only inches from me. “It does make things easier.”
“I love being easy. I mean, I’ll never say no if you want something hot and heavy, like my dick.”
He places a hand on my neck and pulls me close. “I’m going to shut up that naughty mouth.”
I pinch his chin. “Please do.”
Jett scans the surrounding beach, but it’s early, and we’re away from Haystack Rock, where most people hang out. There’s no one around.
He presses his lips to me, shoving his tongue into my mouth forcefully, like ownership, claiming me as his. I cup his package, growing harder by the second, and my dick jumps in excitement.
I can’t stop touching him. I’ve always been touchy-feely, but with Jett, it’s bordering on obsession. He’s beautiful inside and out, and I can’t get enough.
“Touch me,” I say the second we come up for air. His hand slides into the band of my shorts and underwear, reaching for my cock. He gives it a gentle squeeze and a little tug.
“Wait. Hang on…” I say, digging in the pack wrapped around my waist and pulling out a small bottle of lube. “Ta-da!”
Jett raises a brow and smirks. “Well, you came prepared.”
“Boy Scouts.”
He chuckles. “Do they need lube in the Boy Scouts?”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “No, goofball. You know what I meant. Be prepared and all that shit. Sheesh.”
“Prepared is good. What a good Boy Scout you are.”
“See, I knew you’d finally realize that one day. Now hold out your hand.”
He does, and I squirt a little oil into his palm, then do the same for myself. I toss the bottle, and with another glance around the beach, I ease my clothes just halfway down my ass to free myself. I do the same with Jett.
We don’t waste time stroking each other. I grab his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Our mouths consume each other, our hands busy at work, turning each other on.
Jett and I have fooled around like this countless times, but this is the first time my body fucking burns for him down to my soul.
It makes my stomach dip and my heart race.
I’ve fallen even harder for him on this trip, and it makes everything we do more profound.
It just fucking hits differently when you want someone in your life for good.
When we come up for air, I say, “I can’t wait to get inside you, babe. It’s gonna be so hot.”
“As soon as we get home.”
I nibble on his neck and gasp when he brushes his thumb over my cockhead. My body shudders. He groans loudly when I circle his.
“Fooling around outside is hot, right?” I rasp.
“Yeah, it strangely is.”
Jett’s fingers dig into my hip as he tugs on me harder and faster, squeezing just right. My toes curl, and I nibble on his throat again. Soon, we’re a panting and moaning mess.
I’m the first to come, almost out of nowhere. Jett catches most of my cum in his hand. I don’t slow down my strokes, squeezing him tighter and twisting on the upstroke.
“Fuck,” he cries out, shooting his load all over. Most of his cum lands on my shorts, but I don’t give a shit.
We stand there for a moment, catching our breath, still holding our soft dicks. Eventually, we pry ourselves apart, smiling like a couple of idiots.
“We’re a mess,” he says. “Especially you, wearing my cum.”
“I got something for that!” I dig in my bag again and pull out a small pack of wipes, handing them to Jett. He shakes his head, smiling, then mumbles, “Boy Scout.” He takes one out and hands it back to me.
Once our hands are clean, we pull up our shorts. I grab a clean wipe and work on my shorts to get rid of the big wet spot there.
“Gonna be hard to explain this to my family when we get home.”
He laughs, putting the used wipes in my palm, and I shove them back into my bag. “Well, you can tell them the truth, or just say you spilled some water.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’d rather take that to my grave than tell them I got cum all over me.”
While I’m laughing, I’m also dying to tell him how I feel. The only thing holding me back is that he holds back from me. He’s still keeping some walls up. God, I want him to know, though.
Maybe we can talk when we get home. If we’re serious about being together, we need to be open and honest. I’m sure whatever happened to him hurts like fuck, but he’s not alone anymore. I can be there for him, support him.
Instead, I say, “That was fucking hot!”
“It was. Now, let’s get back. I feel sticky.”
“So do my shorts.”
“Dork.”
I almost let slip, ‘But this dork loves you.’
It’s Monday, and I’m back at work. I leave the facility and meet up with Justin and Rose for lunch. I invited Jett, but he couldn’t get away from work, so he’s eating in his office.
I step into the sushi and ramen restaurant, which is a local hotspot. Justin and Rose are already here, waiting. When I step up to the table, I lean in and kiss Rose’s cheek, then shake Justin’s hand.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“What’s up with you?” Rose smirks knowingly. “I’ve been on pins and needles to know more about this new relationship you’re in. Tell me about this boyfriend of yours.” She shakes her head, chuckling. “Who knew you’d be into guys?”
“Maybe Wes is pan. Or bi,” Justin says.
I shrug. “It just happened, like a happy mistake. I didn’t expect it either, but I’m fucking glad it did.”
Rose bats her eyelashes. “Aww, our Wes is in love.”
“I think Wes is,” I admit. “It feels good. And that’s saying a lot. I don’t fall in love easily. And it’s been… easy. Fucking fast, too.”
Justin pats my back and pushes up his glasses. “I’m happy for you, man. It’s about time.”
“I’m so happy for you, too,” Rose gushes. “You deserve love. Have you told him?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. Soon, though.”
“How does he feel?” Justin asks.
Before I can answer, our server stands at our table to take our order. I didn’t bother to look at the menu since I always get the same thing.
“I’ll have your tonkotsu ramen and your hamachi love roll with an unsweetened iced tea, please,” I order.
After everyone’s done and our server leaves, I say, “Jett hasn’t said anything about it. Yeah, we’ve talked about getting serious and shit, but…”
Rose reaches for my hand on the table and squeezes it. “But what?”
“I dunno… there’s so much I don’t know about him.
It’s like… he gives me only glimpses of himself, you know?
Sometimes he’s really open and sweet and sexy as fuck.
I know he’s close to his sister, and he struggles with his dad, but…
I don’t know who Jett is. I mean, it’s only been two months, but I feel like he still keeps his walls up around me.
” I shrug and play with my chopsticks. “Maybe it’s just not my business. ”
“Hey, man, I’m probably not the best person to be giving advice since I haven’t been in a relationship for a long time, but I’d say if you love him, and he loves you, that you two should be open with each other. Be honest. Hiding things from each other can only end badly,” Justin explains.
Rose nods vigorously. “Yes! Exactly this. David and I talk all the time about all kinds of shit. He knows everything about me, and I know everything about him. If we’re unhappy about something, we talk it out. In the end, if you don’t, it’s only going to cause a rift between you two.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve struggled to find someone to stick it out with, and now that I’ve found him, I’m afraid it’s not going to work out, but I really want this one to.
“I want Jett in my life. So fucking much,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
“I was so upbeat about everything, but now I’m having doubts. ”
Rose grips my hand again. “Don’t doubt. Talk to him. If there are things he struggles with, it’s going to take time, Wes. You don’t want to pressure him either.”
Justin grips my shoulder. “You’ve got this, man. You’re a fucking good person, Wes. I’m sure Jett is, too.”
I nod and breathe a little easier. They’re right. I need to talk it out.
My thoughts drift to Dennis when he was sexually molested by his professor and cheated on by his ex in the span of 24 hours.
That was really traumatic. He kept that shit bottled up until he was finally ready to talk about it months later.
If Jett had something traumatic happen to him, then maybe he struggles to face it, too. I need to remember that.
It’s the following weekend. Jett and I have plans. Steamy plans. My dick perks up just thinking about being in his ass, having him writhe underneath me. There’s nothing hotter than watching Jett get wrecked because of me.
While he’s prepping and showering, I’m naked in his bed, watching videos on how to properly fuck a guy. I want to make sure I hit that spot for him.
I’m strangely nervous, which isn’t like me at all.
Maybe it’s because of how I feel about him.
The stronger you feel, the more you worry about losing that person.
I want this to succeed so much that my heart is heavily on the line, which is why I’m waiting to say anything until we can talk through some things first.
But that comes later. Maybe tomorrow. I need to be inside him more than I need to breathe.
Jett opens the bathroom door, bringing steam and his delicious scent with him. He’s dripping wet, looking like a fucking god who just emerged from the ocean. My dick thinks so, too, going to full mast, while my heart stops for a second.
“Why are you so fucking hot?” I rasp.
He chuckles and glances away shyly. Cute, too. I love how humble he is. There isn’t a shred of arrogance in him.
I set my phone down on the nightstand and lift my arms toward him. “Come here, babe.”
Jett falls in next to me. We slide down the bed until we’re lying down, facing each other.
I rest my hand on his cheek and stare at him for a second, filled with deep feelings of love, but also of protectiveness.
“I know I joke about sex and talk dirty a lot, but I hope you understand how serious this is to me. If you’d like me to stop, please let me know, okay?
No hard feelings. I care about you. A lot. ”
He smiles gently and fingers my hair back. “I care about you, too. And I want to do this. I want you inside me.”
I smile like a fool. “Well, all right then! Because I’m looking forward as hell to fucking you.”
Jett rolls onto his back, and I sit up, straddling his body. “But first, I want a lot of kissing. You’re almost as good as I am at doing it.”
“Psh, almost?”
“Fine. I guess I can share the top spot.”
“Have I told you that you’re a dork?”
“Only about a gazillion times.”
Instead of laughing, his smile fades as he reaches for my face, dragging his knuckles across my cheek. “You’re special, is what you are.”
And now I’m fucking touched.
We’re not going to fuck. We’re going to make love.
“You’re so special, too, baby.”