Chapter Twenty-one #3
Jesse could feel it in Evan’s body, the way he thrust his tongue into his mouth deep and slow, massaging him, filling him.
It would be exactly how Evan would take him, easy and gentle.
At the last thought, Evan drove his tongue deeper.
Jesse groaned and leaned against him, his muscles loose to silently tell Evan he was willing for anything he wanted.
Evan pressed him toward the blanket and broke the kiss long enough to pull both their shirts off.
As they passed the table, he took a rose from the vase and brushed the silken petals down Jesse’s cheek, along his jaw, over his chest. Jesse closed his eyes at the flower’s sensual touch.
Evan tickled the petals up to Jesse’s cheek again and gazed at him, enraptured by how Jesse’s exquisite features shamed the perfect blossom.
They reached the blanket, removing their clothes in the short moments between long kisses.
Jesse took both of Evan’s hands in his and eased down to his back.
Evan laid over him and stroked Jesse’s hair as he met his lips once again.
Jesse accepted Evan’s tongue and sucked it gently, wishing he could keep it forever in his mouth.
He rubbed his legs over Evan’s and slid them up his sides.
Evan eased back from the kiss and grabbed the lube.
Jesse watched him slicking his fingers. “I should probably tell you I’m not going into the studio tomorrow.”
Evan looked at him. “Why not?”
“Because I want to spend the day with you and keep celebrating your birthday. You wouldn’t let me take today off, but you didn’t say anything about tomorrow.”
Evan chuckled and shook his head. “Sneaky little brat. You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yeah well, I just want to make sure I take advantage of all the time I can get with you since you’re an official geezer now.”
“Is that so?” Evan drifted his right hand down between Jesse’s legs and brushed his fingertips across his opening. “You know what they say? You’re only as old as the person you’re sleeping with.”
Jesse gasped in feigned horror. “That’s not fair! That means I’m almost thirty!”
“Twenty-seven!” Evan laughed. “I still have three years!”
Jesse grazed his lips over Evan’s. “And I hope I’m there for every one.”
“That’s the only present I’ll ever want,” Evan said, and pressed their lips firmly together.
Jesse held him around his neck, his heart drumming a cadence of passion in time to the stroking of Evan’s fingertips.
Teasing and tormenting, Evan slipped just a tip in and circled around his rim, then pulled out to tickle again.
Jesse writhed under him and passed a choked whimper into Evan’s mouth.
His plea did nothing to increase Evan’s pace.
Gradually, insistently, he entered and withdrew, entered and withdrew.
For need of breath, Jesse broke their long kiss.
He pressed his head back on the blanket, panting hushed, desperate moans on each exhale.
Evan watched him. After being together for over a month, it still amazed him how wanton Jesse could be for him.
It emphasized what he already knew, Jesse was a man who only knew one form of loyalty, and it was complete and absolute devotion.
The thought broke the last of Evan’s control, and he grabbed his own cock.
Jesse spread wider for him. Seeing Jesse’s motions sent a dizzying rush of desire through Evan.
The way Jesse always welcomed him was just one more of the countless things he loved about him.
“Jess,” Evan groaned, and pushed into him at the same moment.
Jesse sucked in a sharp breath at finally being stretched and filled.
His cock reared up against Evan’s stomach, the friction sending a sweet shiver through him.
Evan nuzzled into his hair, then found Jesse’s lips and graced them in a gentle kiss.
He moved his hips in long, slow thrusts, and kept his lips on Jesse’s, pulling Jesse’s breath into his lungs, exhaling his own into him.
Jesse brushed his hand down Evan’s left arm to his hand and interlocked their fingers, the white gold of the alexandrite ring, warmed by Evan’s body, pressed against his skin.
He moved his other hand down to rest on Evan’s lower back and lost himself in the feel of the muscles flexing as Evan glided in and out.
The first spark of climax heated his stomach and groin, and he moaned and shifted.
Evan breathed a soft sigh over Jesse’s lips when he felt his muscles shudder around his sensitive organ.
He increased the force of his thrusts, but kept his pace slow.
Jesse breathed harder and faster, his orgasm building.
He squeezed Evan’s hand with painful force, his short nails dug into his lower back.
“Ev…Ev, I love you. I love you so much.”
Jesse’s words pushed Evan’s climax to the surface, but he battled it back to gain a few more moments. “I love you too, Jess. More than anything.”
Jesse arched under him, exhaling a loud, shaking gasp as he came. Evan pushed into him hard, and with a soft cry, his climax broke free.
Though their muscles loosened, they still clung to each other. Jesse’s chest expanded with deep breaths against Evan’s. Slowly, Jesse opened his eyes and looked up at him.
“We’ll be like this forever, won’t we?”
Evan nodded and kissed him softly. “Forever.”