Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Ian was really getting tired of quick jerk off sessions in the shower.
He knew JP wasn’t healed, and he wasn’t going to push, but…
He wondered if JP was…less interested than he used to be.
Maybe something would happen when JP was done reading to the kids. They’d had a really nice day, despite the rain, and the bedtime routine had been easy, almost too easy. But then things were different now that there were two of them.
He finished cleaning up the kitchen, just making sure everything was okay. Maybe they could watch a movie or something.
His phone buzzed with a text from JP.
kids finally asleep help me shower?
Sure love. b right up
He grabbed a glass of water and headed upstairs.
JP was already in the bathroom, sitting on the chair in the shower, pulling his T-shirt up over his head, exposing all those amazing muscles.
“Hey, you. How many stories did you read?” He took the T-shirt from his lover.
“Four. Every time I thought I was done, Peter would ask for another one. Tori was out before I’d even gotten halfway through the first one.” JP moved on to his sweats, undoing them and then raising himself to get them off his butt and down his thighs.
He chuckled as he knelt down and got JP’s socks and shoes, then the rest. “That little boy loves his books.”
“You know yesterday I totally thought he could read all the words in this one book, and then I realized he just knew all the words from memory and when to turn the pages.” JP chuckled. “Soon, though, right? Junior Kindergarten is in September…”
“I know. I can’t believe how fast it’s going. They’re going to love school so much.” He tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper and started the water warming.
“You going to join me in the shower? Wash my back for me, Chou?”
“Do you want me?” The words hung in the air a second, and then he continued. “To wash your back.”
“I do, Chou.” JP’s eyes dragged over him, from top to bottom. “Please.”
“Of course.” He stripped off, grabbed the soap and a sponge, then stepped into the warm spray.
“Look at you,” JP murmured, one hand landing on his belly, stroking it.
His abs went tight, and his cock almost immediately began to fill. “JP…”
JP looked up at him, eyes dark, almost swallowed by his pupils. “Chou.”
“I’m not trying to push you, but…” He ached.
“I don’t know that I can… you know. But I can make you feel good.”
“I…That’s not fair, babe. Just let me clean you up.” He wasn’t an asshole.
“But I still want you, even if things aren’t quite working yet.” JP’s color was high. “Doc says there’s no reason it won’t happen; I just have to not stress it.” The hand on Ian’s belly started moving again, stroking, tracing his navel and drifting toward his hips.
“Oh…because I…I will wait for you, but…” He ached for his lover.
“Wash me up and get me to bed, Chou. And we’ll see what I can do for you, eh? Give you a little happy.” JP winked and slid his hand straight down Ian’s belly to dance across his growing cock.
“Oh…” His eyes rolled. How was he supposed to focus with JP doing that?
He could feel JP’s gaze like a touch. Then JP wrapped his fingers right around Ian’s cock, squeezing him.
“I want you,” he confessed. “It’s been forever. I’m basically a virgin again.”
“I know the feeling, Chou.” JP slid those fingers up and down along his cock, squeezing him a couple of times.
“Yeah? You—you too?” Oh, God. His prick was hard as a rock.
JP hadn’t had a boyfriend? A lover? A friendly hand? Truly?
“Me, too. Nobody else was you and honestly.” JP shrugged. “I wasn’t looking.”
“Me either. You’re my…you’re my person.” He leaned down and took a soft kiss. “I still love you Jean-Pierre Terrebonne.”
JP kissed him back, hand still wrapped around his cock. “And I still love you, Ian Silver.”
“Thank God for that.” He fought the urge to hump that strong hand. “I should wash you…”
“You want me to stop?” JP asked, hand moving carefully.
He immediately shook his head. “No. No, I want to…I want you.”
“Then just hush and let me do this, Chou.” JP moved his hand a little faster, squeezing Ian nice and tight in that big hand.
He held onto his husband’s broad shoulders, trying his best to remember how to breathe. It wasn’t easy. His entire focus was on his cock and balls.
Every now and then JP would lean in and kiss his belly, his right nipple, but that hand stayed consistent, hot palm sliding along his length.
He wasn’t going to last long, and he threw his head back, hips moving, trusting in JP to help him, to love him.
JP tightened his hand, thumb rubbing across the tip of his cock every time it passed by, the little zing making his toes curl.
“Gonna…” he whispered. “J…”
That was all he could manage before he went up on tiptoe, his entire body jerking in unbelievable pleasure.
JP groaned. “Love that smell, Chou.”
“Love you.” His knees trembled, and he lifted his face to the spray so he could hide his tears.
JP rested his cheek against Ian’s belly, arms wrapping around his waist, one hand resting on one of his ass cheeks.
His heartbeat slowed, and his vision cleared. “Wow.”
JP chuckled and kissed the tip of his cock.
“J!” He blinked and shuddered. “You’re so wicked.”
He loved it so much.
“That’s why you love me.” JP looked up, gave him a wide grin.
“It’s one of the reasons I fell for you, yeah.” He leaned down and stole a kiss. “Just one.”
“You wanna help me get cleaned up so we can go to bed, and you can list all the other reasons why you love me?”
“There is nothing else I’d rather do, love. Not a thing.” He grabbed the sponge and lathered it up.
JP’s cock was half hard by the time he was done soaping JP up.
“Can I take you to bed? Maybe suck you and make it feel good?” His cheeks were on fire.
That lovely prick jerked a little at his words. JP met his eyes and nodded.
“Cool. No pressure. Just…loving, okay?” He rinsed his lover off with warm water, then stepped out to dry him.
When the time had come, he led JP slowly, carefully out of the shower.
JP wasn’t even wincing as he put weight on his bad leg, though he didn’t stay on it for very long.
He got them settled, making sure JP was stretched out on the bed. He turned off the overhead lights, leaving the bedside lamp low, and he crawled into bed.
JP opened his arms to him, inviting him close, and he pressed along his lover, loving their bare skin together.
“I’m glad to be in your bed, Chou.”
“I’m glad you’re here, love.” Ian hummed softly, touching JP, stroking his lover with long, lazy passes.
JP lay back and let him touch, humming, eyes closed as he enjoyed Ian’s ministrations.
Ian licked a lazy line down to JP’s throat, finding hot spots that he remembered, fingers careful on the half-hard cock.
JP whimpered for him, every time he hit those spots, pleasure in every line of his body. His cock was responding, too. Not quickly, but it was getting harder gradually. He wasn’t sure if JP was even aware of it.
He stroked the length of JP’s cock as he headed down his lover’s broad chest, kissing softly the entire way.
A long, low moan sounded, JP shifting slightly, fingers sliding through his hair.
“I have you, love. You smell like heaven.” He nudged the tip of JP’s cock with his chin.
“Chou!” JP cried out, his body bucking.
“Shh…babies.” He chuckled softly, then did it again.
This time JP’s cry was quieter, and he looked up to find JP muffling himself with his arm against his mouth.
He smiled at his lover, then opened his lips and carefully took JP in. The skin in his mouth tasted new and familiar all at the same time, and he still loved the crinkle of the curly hair under his cheek.
“So good…” The words were a bare whisper, and JP took one heaving breath after another.
It was good. He didn’t suck hard. He hummed and stayed relaxed, just giving JP all the pleasure he could.
JP’s hands came back to his head, fingers sliding through his hair, tugging every now and then, letting him know he’d hit an especially sensitive spot.
Every time he did, he lingered, giving that spot a little extra adoration.
JP responded, cock gradually getting harder, the silky flesh beneath his tongue getting hotter.
When JP’s prick began to leak salty drops on his tongue, he sobbed.
Shifting, JP pushed toward him, sending the lovely cock deeper into his mouth.
He cupped JP’s sac, holding the delicate balls carefully and adding to the sensation.
“Chou… Chou…” There was a note of wonder in JP’s voice, along with the pleasure.
He nodded, encouraging JP to feel him, to know how much he loved him.
“Gonna. I’m…” The words were followed by a moan, JP’s thigh muscles tightening.
He took JP done to the root, one hand gentle on JP’s thigh to remind him to relax.
“Please. Please.”
He could feel JP’s cock getting even harder, his balls drawing up.
Ian squeezed the little bit and swallowed. Come on, love. Gimme.
JP cried out again, calling his name from behind his hand as salty liquid poured into his mouth.
He took it in, then gentled his touch and his suction, cleaning JP’s cock with his tongue.
“Chou… you’re magic.”
No. He was just in love with a hockey player.