by Aiden Bates
He notices that touching Jason there, holding him by his slender hips, where he felt both hard and soft at once, was making his own arousal come flooding back between his legs, hot and insistent, as though it never left. Luke shifts slightly to give his stiffening flesh the room it needed.
Luke looked down at the swollen length of Jason’s cock where it was straining up against his stomach, the head of it flushed and leaking, and felt a hard tug of arousal in his abdomen.
Jason’s heavy golden lashes were sliding low over his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t need to do much of anything, just go on looking at me like that and I’ll be all set.”
Jason licks his lips, shifts up to his elbows, and Luke releases Jason’s hips to watch hungrily as Jason took himself in hand.
Luke sits on his knees, leaning forward with eagerness, his attention rapt on Jason’s face, the soft ‘O’ of his mouth stretching open as his fingers curl around himself, his eyes fluttering completely shut.
The sight of Jason like this was breathtakingly gorgeous but Luke didn’t simply want to watch, he wanted to know what Jason felt like when he was touching himself. He wanted to be involved.
Luke didn’t ask, he simply follows his instincts, climbing up and over Jason’s legs and then lowering himself down so that he was straddling Jason’s thighs.
Jason’s eyes fly open with a shocked gasp.
“Was this alright?” Luke asked, feeling hesitant but not wanting to move now that he had settled into place. There was already so much more information available to him from where he was sitting and oh, it was delicious: he could feel the hard muscles in Jason’s thighs under his bare arse, could feel the way Jason’s body tenses under Luke’s weight.
“Oh my god, yes,” Jason said, his breath coming out in one long hiss, his fingers sliding down the length of himself and then back up as his low-lidded eyes take in the sight of Luke gazing down at him, face shining with eagerness.
In an effort to bring himself closer to Jason, Luke leaned forward and as he does so, he heard the soft silvery sound of metal moving against skin, felt the gentle pull of the chain around his neck, and for the first time since Jason undressed him, remembered that he was still wearing Jason’s mother’s necklace.
The locket was warm against his bare chest and looking down at himself and realizing that he was naked except for the thin silver chain, the heavily ornamented locket glinting softly against his pale flesh, he felt his cheeks flush hot. There was something obscene about the knowledge that he was nude except for this keepsake that does not belong to him.
“Jason,” he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. “Your mother’s necklace. I forgot to take it off.”
Jason looked up at him and groaned, fingers stuttering around himself at Luke’s words, eyes flickering over the silver chain at Luke’s throat.
“Jason,” Luke repeated, voice still soft with anxiety. “Should I take it off?”
“No,” Jason breathed, his voice thick and heavy sounding. “Don’t—don’t take it off.”
“But—”
“I like you… in it,” Jason said, tongue tracing the length of his bottom lip, fingers stilling on his cock. “It was all I have left of hers. I wouldn’t let just anyone wear it.”
Luke sits back.
“Alright,” he whispers, feeling the locket settle against his chest and shivering at the weight of it, the implication that something impossibly precious to Jason was circling his neck. The realization that the object that lay so close to Jason’s heart now hangs against his own, filled him with a swooping, dizzy feeling, as though the ship was tilting in a heavy gale. He thinks of Anderson’s cruel words from earlier, about Jason marking him, and found that instead of filling him with shame, the association makes his heart beat faster, filled him with a shuddery feeling of pleasure.
“I like seeing you in it,” Jason said, his hands leaving his cock to lay heavy on Luke’s thighs.
Luke took the locket in his fingers, studies the intricate pattern of the interlocking letters, the sweeping curves that twine together like the vines that grow up around young trees. “It was so beautiful,” he whispers.
“That was why it suits you,” Jason breathed, his hands sliding around to cup the curves of Luke’s arse where it rests against his thighs.
Luke gasps at the touch, the necklace falling from his fingers. He lifts up, so Jason’s hands could continue exploring, tracing the swell of his buttocks down to where they meet his thighs.
“J-Jason,” he pants, shocked at the charge of feeling surging through him like a spark to gunpowder, leaning forward to place his weight on his palms. Jason’s hands were so warm, so rough against the soft skin of his arse. Luke had never thought about this particular part of his body as having any sort of erotic appeal, but now, as Jason’s hands knead the muscled flesh, Luke could feel the corresponding ripple of arousal move directly through his cock.
He pushes back into Jason’s hands, wanting pressure, wanting… something, he knew not what, other than the fact that he knew he wanted Jason’s hands to do it.
He heard Jason’s breath catch at the movement, fingers squeezing in response and Luke makes a little mewling sound he did not know he was capable of.
“Oh God…” Jason’s hands leave his arse and Luke’s face must show his disappointment because Jason was apologizing almost immediately. “I’m sorry, love, but I need—”
He interrupts his own words with a moan as he returns his fingers to his cock, and Luke lowered his arse back down to Jason’s thighs to watch.
He decides in that moment that he could never, never tire of watching Jason like this, the full length of his magnificent cock clenched between his fingers, the muscles in his body lit up gold in the shuddering light of the candles, shifting and becoming more prominent with every movement of his arm.
“Oh god, you watching me like this it was…” Jason’s hand tenses, his head falling back, his eyelashes flickering on his cheeks like two streaks of gold.
Luke leaned forward to press a curious hand against Jason’s stomach, to feel the muscles flexing in Jason’s abdomen as he strokes, his eyes raking over Jason with awed wonder, and Jason’s breath leaves him in a long hiss.
“Sh-Luke…”
The flush was high on Jason’s cheeks, staining the skin of his throat. Luke reaches out another hand to touch it, to see if he could feel the heat.
Jason makes another strangled noise.
Luke snatches his hand back as though he had been burned. “Was that—?”
“No, no, it was lovely. Do it again. I just—you, touching me, it was… oh, Luke.”
Luke had seen Jason in all states of physical duress, had observed the power in his arms as he tows the line, muscles hard and gleaming under the sun, his face running with sweat as he turns the capstan, body bowing against the weight of the anchor; but this state of exertion was like no other Luke had witnessed.
It was like Jason was more alive than Luke had ever seen him. He was like a brighter version of himself, like a lantern that was covered by a shade but now was shining out, undimmed.
His body was hot under Luke’s thighs, the muscles in his stomach tensing under Luke’s palm, and it was as though Luke could feel all the power in the heart of Jason thrumming up into his own body.
The feeling makes him hot all over, makes him want to grind down into Jason, to feel the lovely friction of their bodies coming together—to somehow join himself to the heat and the strength that was Jason Watson.
“Could I help,” Luke breathed, scooting forward, feeling the lovely drag of his arse over the muscles in Jason’s thighs. He gasps at the sensation, but refuses to be distracted. He leaned forward over Jason, licking his lips, eyes intent on the movement of Jason’s hand. “Please. Let me help.”
“Oh god, y-yes you could put your hand over mine if you like…”
“Like this?” Luke asked, concentrating hard, the world’s most eager pupil, his tongue poking out one corne
r of his mouth as he leaned forward to wrap his long pale fingers over Jason’s.
Jason’s breath leaves him in a rush, his own fingers momentarily falling still as Luke’s fingers press in against his own.
“Oh, that was… yes. Yes, that was perfect. J-just keep your hand there.”
The movement of Jason’s hand began to speed up. Luke clenched his fingers tighter around Jason’s, fascinated. He had never experienced another person giving himself pleasure and it was simultaneously nothing like he imagined and so much better because this was Jason, Jason at his most vulnerable, at his most intent. In this moment, Jason was more himself than ever, and Luke was a part of it. The realization filled Luke with an ache somewhere deep inside himself that seemed to throb within him, that he felt would never be satisfied.
Luke studies him as his hand moves with Jason’s, concentrates on memorizing every detail of this new, wonderful version of Jason that was all for him.
There was a shimmering feeling in Luke’s belly growing brighter the faster Jason strokes. He shifts his hips against Jason’s thighs, unconsciously seeking friction against the growing heat of his own flesh, licking at his swollen lips.
He had never seen Jason lose control like this. Jason, who had such mastery over his body, who was so confident, so sure of himself, to see Jason, to feel Jason trembling between Luke’s legs, his eyes squeezing shut, his body pushing up into Luke’s weight—it was beautiful like the stars were beautiful, like the first curl of frost on the window in winter, like the light of the sun on Luke’s cheeks. It was rare and so delicate, so brief, Luke wishes there was a way he could capture this moment and all its sensations and bottle it up somewhere, to ensure that he could have some part of it always within himself.
“Jason?” Luke’s fingers tighten over Jason’s. “Could I…?” Luke licks his lips. He cannot seem to stop doing that. It was as though he had hungry, ravenous, as though he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and Jason was a feast laid out just for him.
Jason’s lust-starred eyes slid up to his. In the shadows of the candlelight they seem to shine with a light of all their own.
“What was it, my love?” His voice was bright with tension. Luke could hear the effort it took him to speak.
Luke slides a little closer over Jason’s thighs, felt the heaviness of his genitals drag against Jason.
Jason’s breathing hitches, thighs tensing under Luke’s weight, his body so sensitized that even the subtlest shift in movement makes his powerful body quiver like the most breakable thing.
“Would it be alright if I… that was—may I touch you? I mean, just me. I want…” Luke licks his lips again, his mouth unspeakably dry. “I want to feel you in my hand. I need to know what you feel like now. When you’re like this.”
Jason curses then, and it was the foulest string of words Luke had ever heard put together.
His cheeks blush hot in the wake of his own request, but also because of the lewdness of what Jason had just said.
“My god, Luke, yes. Jesus Luke, yes, please. Please.”
Jason let go of himself, lifting his hand away, and Luke leaned forward, replacing Jason’s small competent fingers with his own longer, paler ones. He leaves them there for a moment without moving them, just feeling, feeling every inch of Jason under his hand.
“Oh Jason,” Luke whispers, completely overcome.
Jason’s flesh was hard and hot under Luke’s hand, but also, soft, so soft, like living silk. Luke could feel Jason’s pulse along the length of him, could feel every vein, every ridge of flesh, and he was breathing hard now, so hard he almost cannot catch his breath.
Luke let his fingers slip down an inch or two, and Jason’s body rises up beneath his, his mouth parting with a gasp.
“How—how was that?” Luke asked, hearing the tremor in his own voice. He was so overwhelmed by the feel of Jason he realizes his own eyes were half-shut.
“It was…” Jason nods with his eyes closed, breathless. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
Luke drags his swollen bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down on it to keep himself from grinding down against Jason’s trembling body, like an animal in heat. He had more self-control than that. At least, he hopes he does.
“Sh—should I…?” Luke was seized with sudden self-consciousness. His voice shrinks until it was barely more than a whisper. “How should I do it?”
Jason’s eyes were still shut. Luke wanted to kiss his trembling lashes, so gold against his cheeks.
Jason swallows. Luke watched the movement of Jason’s throat as he does, wanted to lick the length of it. For one dizzying moment, he was seized with the desire to have his mouth on every part of Jason at once.
“However you like,” Jason’s lovely voice said, pouring out of his chest like a ribbon of gold. Luke could feel the vibration of it between his thighs. His hips give a little jerk in response. “Whatever you do would feel good, my love. Just start out gently and I’ll tell you how it felt.”
Luke nods, serious, suddenly all business, and sits up a little straighter on Jason’s thighs.
Jason let out a moan at the movement. His voice was strained. “Whatever you do, just know that I’m not going to last much longer.”
Luke shifts his fingers all the way up to the head of Jason’s lovely cock, found the moisture there, slides his fingers through it, and uses the slickness to ease the movement of his fingers as they slid back down, the same way Jason did for him, and—oh god, the thought that Jason was wet like that because of him—Luke let out a breathy little moan and Jason’s hips buck beneath him at the sound.
Luke started to stroke Jason, slowly at first, still in too much awe over the feel of Jason under his fingers to pay attention to the rhythm of his movement.
“You could—you could hold me a little tighter if you like… and go a little—yes, like that—a little faster.”
Luke took Jason’s advice to heart, tightening the circle of his fingers to increase the friction as he strokes, and to his amazement he sees the immediate effect it had on Jason, as his hips thrust upward, his eyes flying open with a low groan.
“Y—yes, that was p-perfect. Keep going, j-just like that.”
Jason’s eyes were sliding shut again, his head tipping back against the mattress, and Luke could see that the skin of his neck and shoulders was flushed with arousal, the golden line of his throat shining with a fine sheen of sweat.
So many times, Luke had seen Jason’s body glowing under the sun, the muscles in his arms and chest gleaming with sweat, but never, never had he looked as beautiful as he does now, and the sight of him like this, the feeling of his body under Luke’s weight, the feeling of his live desire under Luke’s hand, sharpens Luke’s hunger to an unbearable pitch, makes him reach forward with his other hand so that he could feel Jason with both hands at once.
Luke wraps the fingers of his left hand around the base of Jason’s cock, slowly, reverently, letting two fingers drift down to touch the hot skin underneath, gathered tight against Jason’s body, the intimacy of touching someone there (Luke could feel the soft hair covering the delicate skin, the intense heat of him) causes Luke to gasp aloud.
Jason makes a sound that was somewhere between a cry of pain and a groan, his entire body tensing under Luke’s legs, hands tightening to fists at his sides, hips thrusting upward.
Luke would be worried he had hurt Jason as his neck arches against the mattress, eyebrows drawn together as though in pain, but then he heard the words issuing from between Jason’s lips, soft and desperate, repeated over and over like an invocation.
“Oh my god, your hands. Your hands, Luke, oh my god…”
Luke’s own breathing had become as labored as Jason’s, and it felt for a moment as though they were both fighting toward the same thing. It felt like fighting to Luke right now, his entire body coiled up tight with need, making him desperate, light-headed with all the things he wanted, but he was determined to help Jason got through to the other side, god,
he wanted to help him got there so badly.
He started to stroke again with his right hand, slowly, but careful to apply the right amount of pressure that before seemed to have such a profound effect on Jason, continuing to hold the base of Jason’s cock delicately with his left hand.
This time, Jason’s reaction was even more intense.
Luke watched his mouth fall open in a soundless cry, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he pushes up into Luke’s hand, hands reaching out blindly to clenched in the sheets.
Luke sees the tension in Jason’s fists, and could guess the effort it was costing him not to cry out.
“Jason!” he gasps, pausing briefly in his strokes. “You—you could hold onto me if you like… where you did before.”
Jason’s hazy eyes look up at Luke, at first not understanding, and then Luke gives an unconscious twitch of hips and Jason’s hands reach up to settle on the swell of Luke’s buttocks.
Luke let out a little moan of appreciation at the feeling and resumes his stroking.
His hands were full of Jason, and oh the feel of him, hot and hard and aching under Luke’s hands, it was like nothing Luke had ever experienced—Luke could feel his own cock bearing heavily down against Jason’s thigh as his own desire swells in the wake of Jason’s. He felt Jason’s fingers tighten against the flesh of his arse in response, dragging Luke closer against him.
He cannot help himself; his hips begin to twitch forward against Jason’s thigh, seeking friction. The movement of his hips mirrors the rhythm of his strokes around Jason, every slid of his fingers over Jason’s swollen flesh causing the shivering want in his belly to grow more desperate. He felt so good under Luke’s hands—the velvet heat of him, the slickness, the blood red beat of his skin.
He started to cry out under his breath, so softly at first he had almost not aware he had doing it, a little chorus of ‘oh’s as he continues to stroke, rocking his hips against Jason’s thigh, the firmness of the muscle a lovely point of pressure beneath his aching flesh.