by Aiden Bates
He rolled over, dragging the sheets up underneath his chin. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, tried valiantly to sleep, because Jason said so, and Jason knew what was best, willing himself not to think about any of it, but when he pushed his face into the pillow he smelled Jason, as sure as if he were there himself.
Luke buried his nose in the scent, inhaling deeply, wriggling his hips against the mattress as the smell brought him a renewed flood of memories—the taste of Jason’s skin under his tongue, the smell of that golden hair beneath Jason’s arm—so strong, so viscerally the smell of Jason.
It was no use.
Luke gives a little moan, and reaches down to take himself in hand.
Part of him felt ashamed that he had doing this, not an hour after he just came between Jason’s thighs, but he cannot help himself, it was as if Jason had awakened something within him that had always been there, slumbering and dangerous, just out of sight, that now refuses to go back to sleep.
Luke had never felt his way, not ever in his life, and the feelings were so deep, so satisfying that he had no wish to stop them.
He strokes himself in long, hard strokes, remembering Jason’s mouth, Jason’s eyes as dark as the ocean under the evening sky as he looked at Luke without clothes on for the first time, the gentle drag of Jason’s fingers down his arm, the sound of Jason’s voice telling Luke how beautiful he was. Luke groaned into the pillow, his body curling tight over the increasingly rapid movements of his hand.
“Oh, Jason,” Luke moaned into the pillow. “Oh Jason—oh, oh!”
He comes in a burst of pleasure, the light whiting out behind his eyes, jerking up against his own fist as he imagines Jason watching him, Jason’s cock against his hip, Jason’s lips hot on the back of his neck.
It was too easy to imagine now—Luke had such a wealth of material to work with.
He sags back against the mattress, warm and sticky and filthy and sated, and only then—as he imagines Jason, gently smoothing his hands down over the curve of Luke’s back, whispering endearments into his hair—does Luke slid down into a deep and dreamless slumber.
“I missed you,” he said again, this time not bothering to disguise the ache in his voice, the ache in his chest that he had felt all day, that felt as though it was tearing a hole open inside of him, that only now might be filled by Jason’s hands in his.
“I know,” Jason said, and Luke knew now for certain that he had not imagining the breathless quality in Jason’s voice, the ache to match his own.
“It was only a little while, I know,” Luke rattles on, aware that he had speaking more than he’d like to, but unable to stop the torrent of words that have been burning at the brink of his lips all day, waiting to burst forth. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your hands, your mouth… the way your body felt against mine…” Luke hesitates at the sound of Jason’s indrawn breath, his eyes darting up to hold Jason’s. “That was all I could think about.”
Jason’s breathing had grown ragged, his fingers tense against Luke’s where he holds them.
“I… I couldn’t stop touching myself even after you left.”
Jason actually groaned then, the sound long and loud between them, and Luke dropping his voice with embarrassment but encouraged by Jason’s reaction, went on speaking, his breathing low and quick.
“I tried to go back to sleep like you said but when I turned over—the pillow, it smelled like you and I…”
Jason’s nails bite into Luke’s palm with sudden force. His voice sounds strangled. “And you…?”
Luke’s voice was now a whisper. “I took myself in hand while I remembered… and I… I touched myself… all the while imagining it was you, that it was your hand around me.”
Chapter Twenty
Luke tilted his head up toward Jason, lips parted and breath tight in his chest. The Alpha was so close. Those brown eyes searched his.
"Are you going to kiss me?" Luke breathed without thinking.
Jason chuckled and runs a thumb along Luke's lower lip.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes!"
Jason's fingers curled around the back of Luke's neck, his other hand tilting Luke's head up.
The bottom of Luke's stomach drops out. Jason's hands were warm, thumb rubbing the nape of his neck and fingers under his chin, tipping it up. His heart beat so quickly behind his ribs.
Jason’s hand tightened around the back of Luke's neck, pulling him roughly close so his lips could claim Luke's mouth, pressing down hard. Luke gasped and the Alpha took advantage, tongue sliding inside to curl possessively around his. Jason's other hand cradled Luke's jaw. His tongue was demanding, claiming every inch of Luke's mouth for its own. Luke felt his knees weaken and clutched at the Alpha's broad shoulders for support.
Jason pulled back at last to breathe and Luke panted, dizzy with lack of air and the kiss. Jason's hands tilted his head up again and he kissed him, short and hungry. Luke chased his mouth when he pulled away and Jason chuckled into their third kiss. His hands slid from Luke's neck and jaw to his hips, yanking him close so that Jason could grind against his thigh, obviously hard. Luke rubbed back, moaning into the Alpha's mouth. It felt shockingly good.
He didn't even realize he was being pushed back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. He fell with Jason on top of him, the heavy warmth of his body close and yet too far away.
"Jason," He gasped when they broke apart to breath.
Slender fingers tugged at the ties of Jason's shirt.
Jason growled impatiently, pulling back to take his shirt off himself.
Luke managed to sit up a bit and yank his own shirt off. He groaned when Jason pressed back down and skin met skin. His hands ran down the warm planes of Jason's back. Jason ducked his head and his teeth closed sharply on the place where Luke's neck met his shoulder. Luke yelped. Jason licked over the sting, hands holding Luke's hips, thumbs rubbing up and down along the rise of bone under skin and cloth. Luke tangled a hand in Jason's hair for something to hold on to.
Luke closed his eyes, shuddering under Jason's hand. Soft lips drifted along his jaw. Jason's weight settled on top of him, warm and owning. He could feel the hard line of the Alpha's erection against his thigh, and it was answered with an ache in his own cock, a new rush of slick.
Jason was bending his blond head forward to nip a line up Luke’s throat, licking and sucking.
"Gonna mark you up," He panted against Luke's neck. "So fair, Luke. All that pale skin."
"Yes," Luke gasped. "Jason, yes..."
He arched into the mouth sucking a mark under his jaw. Jason's hands moved from his hips to cup his buttocks through his pants, squeezing. He used the hold to pull Luke's hips up against his own and both groaned when their erections rubbed through layers of fabric.
When Jason's hand snaked between them to pull at the fastenings of his trousers Luke sucked in a breath. A moment later the Alpha was pulling back again, tugging his pants down his legs. Luke blushed when Jason's blue eyes traced over his revealed body.
Jason didn't look long, busy finishing the job of stripping himself. As soon as they were both naked Jason was pulling him back to the bed again, laying hot and heavy above him. Muscled forearms bracketed his shoulders and Jason's hips rocked down so their lengths brushed against each other with shocking heat. He threw his head back with a moan, neck a straining line against the pillow. Jason sank his teeth into it.
"Turn over now, Luke," Jason was murmuring against his ear next, hands on his hips to flip him.
"A-Jason," Luke tried to protest.
"Shh," Jason murmured again, dragging his mouth along Luke's spine.
The Alpha broke away a moment and then slick fingers were sliding along the cleft of Luke's buttocks.
"Spread your legs," Jason ordered, tapping his inner thigh.
Luke obeyed, whimpering. The friction of the bed cover against his aching length was just enough to be not enough. Jason's fingertip stroked over the untouched ent
rance to his body. He shuddered. The oiled finger stroked over him again, then pressed deeper. Luke gasped when it pushed inside and Jason stroked his hip, murmuring nonsense.
"Shh, Luke, breathe."
The finger pressed deeper, stretching. It slid into the knuckle and a sound that might have been a moan caught in Luke's throat.
"Relax," Jason ground out, twisting the finger inside him.
Luke spread his legs wider in an attempt to ease the slight burning. The finger slid out and oil dripped over his skin, slickening him up before two fingers came back to stretch him.
"Jason!" Luke hissed.
Jason kissed his shoulder and pressed deeper. His fingers twisted and scissor inside, opening Luke up with a slow burn. He shifted and Jason's free hand spread across his lower back to hold him down while the fingers moved inside him.
"P-Please..."
"Please what, Luke," Jason teased, curling his fingers so they brushed over a spot that made Luke gasp.
"I-I don't know. More..."
Jason chuckled, low and hot, and slid another finger in. Luke keened.
"Couldn’t wait to get inside you," Jason murmured against his shoulder.
His fingers were pulling out and Luke sucked in a breath. Jason's hand curled around his hip.
"Jason," Luke breathed, unable to keep the nerves from his voice.
"It’s alright, Luke," Jason said, a little sharp.
He slid slick up Luke's cleft, the head of his length catching on Luke's hole. Luke whimpered. Jason licked a hot line up the back of his neck.
"Come on, Luke," He groaned. "Open for me."
Luke took a long breath, trying to go loose and easy under Jason.
"That’s it..." Jason purred.
He pushed a little. Luke's fingers curled white-knuckled. The hard press of the head was suddenly pushing past the tightness of his ring and Luke's mouth dropped open in a groan. Jason didn't slow, just pushed until he couldn't go any deeper while Luke trembled.
When Jason was as deep inside as he could be he stilled, nipping at the curve of Luke's throat where it met his shoulder. He slid an arm under Luke's belly and pulled him up and back, onto his knees.
"So tight," He murmured. "So hot, Luke."
His thumbs rubbed circles on the backs of Luke's hips.
"Gonna move now, okay?"
Luke must have managed some kind of answer because Jason pulled back - slow, burning drag inside - and then shoved in deep again. Jason's hands tightened on his hips to pull him closer. He thrust again and Luke moaned. The burn had faded, leaving a stretch that was just this side of good. Jason leaned over him, rocking deeper, and bit another mark into his shoulder. He shifted and pushed in again, hitting something that made Luke whimper.
"There we go," Jason murmured, thrusting faster, hitting that spot over and over. "Take it."
Luke squirmed under him, each rub over the sensitive nerves building sensation until he was crying out with each thrust.
"Jason," He panted.
"Yeah," Jason groaned. "So good, Luke. Gonna fill you up."
He moved one hand from Luke's hip to curl around his erection. Luke bucked into it while Jason's thrusts picked up pace and force. Luke whined, caught up in Jason, filled and owned.
"Come on Luke," Jason hissed. "Come on." He wills it. He wants it. He wants Luke to remember. He needs Luke to remember.
And then he thrust forward into Luke, rubbing the naked heat of his cock against Luke’s body, harder than he ever had, so hard Luke shouted.
He dragged his teeth down Luke’s neck and then Luke gasped again, this time in pain as Jason’s teeth sunk into the skin underneath his ear.
Jason was biting him—Jason was biting at his neck.
The realization makes something low and hot burst open in Luke’s belly.
He clasps his hands tighter around Jason’s waist, his shout of pain transforming into a moan of pleasure as Jason licks and sucks at the freshly bruised skin. The sweet sensation of Jason’s warm wet mouth against his skin was shot through with little stars of pain, making the pleasure of it all the more intense.
Luke had never felt anything like it—he wanted Jason to do it again, but he couldn’t find the breath to speak.
Jason’s fingers were hard on Luke’s thighs, the muscles in his biceps straining from the effort of holding him up as he thrust. Luke let go of Jason’s waist to slide his hands over the bulge of Jason’s upper arms.
Never had Luke been more aware of the raw power in Jason’s compact form. The pain felt good. Luke grips onto Jason harder with his thighs, fingers slipping in the sweat on Jason’s neck.
“Say it again,” Jason gasps, his mouth skidding back up Luke’s throat to find his swollen lips. He kissed Luke, searchingly, something dark and commanding in the thrust of his tongue into Luke’s mouth. He bites at the corner of Luke’s lips and Luke groaned, surprising himself. “Say it again.”
Luke was so overcome he couldn’t think what Jason was asking him. “W-what?”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m—I’m yours,” Luke said and he felt Jason shake against him, fingers clenching hard into Luke’s arse as he gives one last thrust and then comes, his face buried hot in Luke’s shoulder, Luke’s arms clasped round his neck.
At the feel of Jason’s cock pulsing against his own, Luke rocks one final time into Jason’s warm torso. His whole body tightens—he could feel his toes curling in his boots, shoulder blades flexing against the rope at his back, grass beneath his palms, a sky open above his back, and then he was coming too, his head thrown back, a long low cry pulled from his throat.
Chapter Twenty -One
He can’t believe he’s said those words. “It feels like I’ve never not known you.” Luke says it earnestly. He says it with sincerity. Sincerity that both breaks Jason’s heart and rebuilds his soul.
How can he tell Luke they have been together forever, when Luke only has now? He has always felt this way: Luke is blessed with the moment, and he, himself, is cursed to know the eternity of what they are.
“I love you.” Jason’s hips circle above him, circle through Jason’s fingers.
For the first time, he considers he might be the one who is blessed. Luke remembers in dreams, but he remembers every touch, he remembers every taste and every sound. He will remember this ‘I love you,’ the way he remembers them all.
He has now, and he has forever. In his own way, so does Luke. In his own way, Luke remembers.
Luke grins, sheepish, shy. “I dreamed about us. You were a Musketeer.”
“A Musketeer?” He mouths the word against the side of his lover’s neck. He can’t help but smile.
Ducking his eyes low, Jason nods, solemn. “And a…” Here the flush in Luke’s cheeks deepens into the color of a rose, “A headmaster. My headmaster.”
“Headmaster.” Repeating the word, Jason trails his tongue along Luke’s collar bone. Lowering Luke against him he spreads his palms open. The sensation of being where he is supposed to be, buried deep inside of his omega, makes him sigh with pleasure.
“And you were Watson!” Laughing, Luke nuzzles closer. “How much. Did I drink?” He lifts his head, looks down at the man who is still a stranger. “How much did you drink?”
“Enough.” Taking Luke’s hips into his hands he rocks forward.
Writhing, Luke moans and arches. Luke goes willingly into Jason’s hands and, willingly, he lets Jason into his heart. It feels as though he knows this man. He knows he does not know this man. Dreams do not make men real. And yet they do; with Jason beneath him, and the warmth of the Alpha everywhere over him, he feels as though all of the small spaces inside of him, dormant spaces that remain dark, begin to light. Little flames flicker alive: a cabin, a forest, a school, and the ocean. He tastes salt. He tastes home.
“I’m yours,” he says again. Above him, Jason kisses at the back of his neck, short, quick, devouring mouthfuls of him. “Yes, yes, yes,” Jason moans.