Chapter Seven #3
Evan swallowed the instant jealousy that erupted from his core at hearing of Jesse in an intimate situation with another guy. “Have things like that happened a lot?”
“No. Most guys had to practically spar against my brother just to dance with me. If there’s such a thing as overly overprotective, that’s Brandon. But he means well, so I don’t get upset about it.”
Evan nodded, then stood silent while Jesse washed his hair and massaged his scalp.
He felt Jesse’s aroused cock bump against his ass, but it happened so quickly and without a second brush, he knew it had been an accident.
For as hard and lustful as he was, Jesse was doing his best to not be invasive on him.
The care and respect Jesse showed made his heart ache for him.
Even when Jesse had been flaunting like an exhibitionist, the tenderness in his eyes was no illusion, which stunned him since Jesse had every right to be upset at him.
He hadn’t meant to stop him. When Jesse gave him a taste of how hungry and aggressive he would be on top, he wanted Jesse to take him, but years had passed since he let another man inside him and he panicked at giving himself over so intimately.
When he was on top, he could still maintain some distance.
It was more of an act of serving physical need than emotional.
Except last night, there had been emotion. There had been ever since he first saw Jesse.
As Jesse finished rinsing the conditioner from Evan’s hair, Evan turned toward him and kissed him.
Without breaking the kiss, Jesse found the soap and lathered his hands.
He rubbed them over Evan’s shoulders, down his back, across his chest and abdomen.
With one sudsy hand he gripped Evan’s shaft, with the other his delicate sac, and gently kneaded, pumped, and stroked him clean.
Evan closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the slick pleasuring before claiming the soap and washing Jesse in turn. With reverence filled fingertips, they caressed and explored every curve, each muscle, of the other.
Evan traced a line down Jesse’s spine past his tailbone.
As Evan’s touch moved to his hole, Jesse shifted his stance wider.
Evan pushed his middle finger inside him.
Jesse moaned long and low, and pressed against him, the heat from the shower and Evan’s touch giving him a euphoric rush.
He tipped his head back. Water trickled over his face, and through it he felt Evan’s moist breath on his lips.
Evan gazed at him, so wanton, so ready to accept him.
Jesse was like no one he ever encountered before.
He had no shame in himself, his body, or his emotions.
There were no ulterior motives in him. He doubted it was even possible for Jesse to hide his feelings, let alone deceitful intentions.
So maybe, it might be okay to open up to him, just a little.
Evan reached around and found Jesse’s hand resting on his back. He slid his hand down and pressed Jesse’s fingers between his ass cheeks. He felt Jesse exhale a fast breath of surprise, but the way Jesse’s cock twitched forward told him how badly he wanted him. He eased his finger out of Jesse.
“Jess,” he whispered, “you should know, it’s been a long time for me.”
Jesse barely heard Evan’s words through the desire pounding a hard rhythm in his body like a thousand bass drums. He took a deep breath to clear his head. “Do you not like it?”
“No, I do.” Evan averted his gaze. “It’s just, it’s difficult for me, sometimes, a lot of times, to…”
Sympathy flooded Jesse as he watched Evan struggle to explain what he had already figured out, that Evan found it difficult to open up to others, physically and emotionally, and he leaped to save him from his discomfiture.
“It’s okay. I understand. You’re like me.
It’s not easy for you to trust just anyone.
” He smiled. “Unlike my brother. You should see some of the losers he’s slept with.
If I had a dollar for every time I asked him, ‘What the hell were you thinking?’ I’d be able to buy more Ferraris than you. ”
Evan chuckled softly. How was it possible Jesse knew exactly what to say and do to put him at ease?
His ability to do so was almost too supernatural to believe.
He looked in Jesse’s indigo eyes shining with affection and humor.
Adoration for him consumed him, leaving him helpless as he yanked Jesse close and claimed his mouth.
Jesse greeted Evan’s sudden passion with his own.
He drifted his lips down Evan’s throat and gently stroked the outside of Evan’s opening with his middle fingertip, waiting for a sign that Evan wanted more.
He felt Evan’s rapid pulse in his neck, his chest rising and falling in fast breaths.
Evan opened his stance and pushed back toward his fingers.
Jesse eased his middle finger halfway into him.
Evan let out a soft groan that took his tension away with the expelled breath. His shoulders relaxed, each knotted muscle untangling at Jesse’s touch.
Jesse thrust his finger into him and studied him, fascinated as he explored his body.
Evan felt so intense inside. The gripping tightness of him, the clenching muscles, the wet heat, the silken internal flesh, it all amazed him.
He added his index finger and evoked a deep moan from Evan.
He concentrated on Evan, memorizing what each caress and stroke of his fingers did so he could deliver the best possible pleasure.
His fingers found Evan’s gland. He watched as Evan gasped, his body flinched in a shock of ecstasy.
He looked down between them at Evan’s cock, the slit filled with drops of milky white.
He rubbed his thumb over it, smearing the wetness across the soft skin.
A throaty groan shook in Evan’s throat. Evan pushed his hips forward, and at the same time, reached back, found Jesse’s hand, and drove his fingers into himself as deep as they’d go.
His head fell back on his shoulders as he exhaled a loud groan.
Jesse licked his lips, his own cock demanding to feel what his fingers were.
Evan tipped his head forward, his lips a fraction from Jesse’s. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.
Jesse nodded and withdrew his fingers.
Evan turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Without bothering to dry off, he took Jesse’s hand and led him to the bed. He grabbed the comforter and top sheet, and flung them toward the foot. As he opened the top drawer of the nightstand, Jesse peeked over his shoulder.
“Holy shit,” Jesse said, peering into the drawer at the lube sitting on top of dildos and vibrators of various sizes and styles, cock rings, anal beads, and other assorted sex toys.
“You could open an adult store.” He picked up a foot-long black dildo of an unnatural diameter. “Wow. I feel a little insufficient.”
“Actually, I never use that one.” Evan picked up a pink flesh colored one with a slender but full width, a near clone Jesse’s organ. “This is my regular.”
“That makes me feel better.” Jesse reached in the drawer and lifted a black silk bondage strap on his index finger. He looked at Evan with a mischievous smirk. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect, you turn out to be a kinky boy, too.”
Evan grinned at him. “You know, since my relationships don’t usually stretch beyond a night, I’ve never gotten to play with things like that for fear of freakin’ somebody out by asking them if I could tie them up and tease them with a vibrator. But you’d be willing?”
Jesse hopped on the bed and lay on his back. “I’m willing to play with anything at least once. And we’re going to be moving into our second night together.”
Evan crawled over the bed to him and straddled Jesse’s hips. “Then you’ll stay with me tonight?”
“I’d love to.”
The smile Evan gave him struck Jesse in awe, not only at its beauty, but at the true happiness behind it.
Evan lowered his smiling lips to Jesse, delivering a slow, sensual kiss. So engrossed in the kiss, Jesse didn’t realize Evan had opened the lube until he felt his slippery fingers slathering his cock.