by Ariel Tachna
“Oh, so this is going to be one of those calls?” Jason teased.
“Do you mind?”
“Not a bit. As long as it won’t make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m uncomfortable all right,” Seth said, adjusting himself to make more room for his awakening cock, “but I’m hoping you’ll do something about it.”
“When you come home, I’ll do anything you want,” Jason promised.
“Tell me,” Seth whispered. “What would you do if I was there?”
Jason’s breath hitched. “We’d come in from dinner in the canteen, probably laughing because of something Molly said to Neil.”
Seth could picture it so easily. How many hundreds of times had they left the canteen laughing at how henpecked Neil was? It was a comforting image, safe and familiar and real.
“As soon as we got inside, I’d push you against the wall, because laughing with you is a huge turn-on. Almost as much as kissing you.”
“Maybe I’d push you against the wall instead,” Seth said.
“I’d be fine with that,” Jason replied. “As long as you’re touching me and letting me touch you in return. I’m a switch through and through.”
Seth shivered at that, imagining rolling around on the bed with Jason, changing positions and roles as the mood took them. It felt so right, thinking of being together that way. “What then?”
“Depends on what you want,” Jason said, “but I’m thinking we get naked pretty fast. Unless you’d rather go slow and draw things out, of course. Slow can be good too.”
Seth could imagine both, but he was already half hard just from listening to Jason talk. He wouldn’t have the patience for slow tonight. “Naked is good. We can go slow another night.”
“We will.” The depth of promise in Jason’s voice stole Seth’s breath. He couldn’t dwell on it, or he’d beg Jason to drive over there right now. He popped open the buttons on his shirt and shrugged it off.
“My shirt’s off,” he said. “Is that enough?”
“It’s a start,” Jason said, “although I’m a little farther along than you are. That’s okay, though. I’ll enjoy stripping you the rest of the way. What do you like? Should I suck on your nipples for a while or keep stripping you?”
Seth didn’t even know how to answer. Foreplay with Ilene had been all about getting her ready, her assumption being that touching her would be enough. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken the time to explore his body.
“Seth?” Jason said softly.
“I’m here. Surprise me.”
He could practically hear Jason grinning through the phone. “Oh, baby, you’re in for a treat. I have an oral fixation, you know. I’ve got to have my mouth on something during sex. Your mouth, your neck, your chest, your dick, tonguing open your arse—it doesn’t matter as long as my mouth’s busy somewhere.”
Seth moaned. Oh fuck, Jason was going to kill him before he ever touched him.
“Suck on your fingers,” Jason directed. “Get them nice and wet.” Seth did as Jason told him. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now run them over your nipple. Doesn’t matter which one. That’s my tongue learning your body, finding just the right spot and pressure to make you moan for me again.”
Seth would’ve moaned even if he’d felt nothing just because Jason wanted him to, but his nipple tingled and puckered at the touch of his hand, fueled by his imagination and what it might feel like to have Jason licking over his skin. “Feels so good.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Jason replied. “I want you so bad my hands are shaking. I’m going to drop the phone if I’m not careful.”
“Don’t do that,” Seth begged. “I want to know what happens next.”
“We can’t do what I have in mind in the living room,” Jason said. “Well, maybe we could, but we’d be more comfortable in bed, so I’d dance you through the house to the bedroom because I’m not letting you go, even to get there faster. When we get to the bedroom, I get you the rest of the way undressed. Get undressed for me?”
“As long as you do the same.”
“Already there,” Jason replied.
Seth stripped as fast as he could. His whole body ached to be touched, but he waited to see what Jason would tell him to do next. “Me too,” he said when he picked the phone back up.
“Can you still hear me okay?” Jason asked. “I put the phone on speaker so I’ll have both hands free. I have to get myself ready if I’m going to ride you like I’ve dreamed of doing.”
Lust hit Seth low in the belly, his groin tightening with it as he imagined Jason hovering above him. “What should I do?”
“You have to open me up if you want me to ride you,” Jason said. “It hurts otherwise.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Seth said immediately.
“You won’t,” Jason assured him. “You’d get your fingers all covered in lube and take your time opening me up so that when we can’t stand it anymore, you’ll slide right inside me, slick and smooth and easy.”
“You’ll have to do it for me tonight.” Heart pounding, Seth tried to picture what it would feel like to open Jason up the way he’d described, but his imagination failed him. “Tell me what you’re doing. Tell me what it feels like.”
“You’ve got big hands, and they feel so good on me.” Jason’s voice had gone throaty. Seth closed his eyes to better picture what Jason was describing. “Long, thick fingers that will stretch me open so good. You start with just one. You don’t need to. We do this often enough—and I want you so bad I’ll stretch fast and easy for you—but you like teasing me. You like hearing me beg for your fingers. You like hearing me beg you to fuck me even more, but I’m not quite that desperate yet. It won’t be long, but I’m not there yet.”
“Jason,” Seth moaned. He wanted to see how Jason looked as he fingered himself. What would his face look like contorted with pleasure?
“You keep working your finger deeper, but you’re a bastard about it, never touching my prostate because you know I’ll go off too fast if you do that. You’ve done that before, stuck a couple fingers in me and played with it until I can’t help myself.”
“But not tonight,” Seth said, getting into the spirit of the moment. “Tonight I want more than just my fingers inside you.”
“Then give me another finger,” Jason said. “One won’t be enough for you to take me hard.”
Seth wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he imagined it was Jason’s hand keeping him hard while he stretched him. “I’ve got two fingers in you now,” he said. “You’re hot and tight, aren’t you?”
“Hot and tight and greedy,” Jason agreed. “The only problem is you’re out of reach. I told you I liked having my mouth on something. Turn around so I can get to your dick. I’ll suck you just enough to keep you ready for me.”
Seth’s hand tightened on his length as he replaced the image of Jason’s hand with the image of his mouth closing around the tip. “Shit, fuck, Jase, you’re going to kill me.”
“No, baby, just love you,” Jason replied. “Your fingers feel so good inside me, stretching me open.” He gasped out a sharp moan. “You found my prostate that time.”
Seth groaned. He wanted more of those needy sounds. If touching Jason’s prostate made him sound like that, Seth would milk it for all it was worth. “Not just found it,” he forced out around his own grunts and gasps. “I’m going to play with it until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“It won’t take much,” Jason said. “I’m so close already. You know just how to touch me to make me shoot like a rocket.”
“What does it feel like?” Seth pressed.
“Like fireworks going off under my skin,” Jason gasped. “Like coming home. Making love with you will always feel like coming home. I’m ready, Seth. Fuck me now?”
“Yes,” Seth said hoarsely. “Tell me how you want it.”
“You’re flat on your back,” J
ason said. “I straddle you and sink down on you like we were made to fit together. You’re so thick inside me. If you filled me any fuller, I’d burst. Touch yourself, Seth. Squeeze tight. That’s my arse taking you in, making you feel good. Does it feel good?”
Seth didn’t have the words for how good he felt right now, not just physically but with the way Jason talked about them, like this was a regular thing, a part of their lives together. But Jason was waiting for a reply, so he forced his thoughts to coherency. “So good. So tight.”
“You rock up into me as I push down,” Jason said. “You could just lie there and let me do all the work, but you never do. You always take such good care of me. You’re getting my sweet spot on every pass now, fucking me just right. It’s fast and frantic and I’m not going to last long. Not tonight.”
“Me either,” Seth gasped. “Come for me, Jase. I want to hear what you sound like.”
Jason stopped talking after that, but the moans and gasps that came through the phone were all Seth needed to hear. The sounds sped up. “Talk to me,” Jason gasped.
Seth’s inexperience caught up with him without cues from Jason to guide him, but he couldn’t let Jason down. He might not know what to do, but he could say other things instead. “You’re so gorgeous like this. You were made to ride me, weren’t you?”
“Made for everything we do together,” Jason said. “Seth!”
Harsh panting echoed through the phone. Seth tightened his grip as his climax overtook him. He groaned as his body shook with his release. He tried to say Jason’s name, but he couldn’t get his mouth to work right.
He lay there for several minutes, just listening to Jason’s breathing.
“I love you,” Jason said finally.
“I love you too,” Seth replied. “I promised Jeremy I’d get the tractor and combine running right again, but as soon as that’s done, I’m coming home.”
“I’ll be here waiting,” Jason promised. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Seth didn’t know about ready, but he had to try. Jason had painted a picture of a life together that drew Seth like a moth to a flame. Maybe he’d get burned, but maybe, with Jason there to help him, he’d finally get it right.
Eighteen
IT TOOK another three days before Seth got everything running well enough that he felt comfortable leaving. He excused going through all the utes and other equipment instead of just the tractor and combine with the thought that if it was all done, he wouldn’t have to come back in a week or two. He could wait six to eight weeks and then come back for a couple days and do all the maintenance work at the same time. It was a delay—he’d even admitted as much to Jason during their nightly phone calls—but it meant a longer stretch of stability when he finally went home.
He couldn’t delay any longer, though. He’d done everything he could around Taylor Peak. It was time to go home.
He packed everything in the boot and headed east toward Lang Downs. Toward Jason.
Toward home.
By the time he crossed the property line between the two stations, his hands were shaking and his breath came in short pants. He’d lost count of how many times he’d reached for his phone to call Jason for reassurance, but Jason would still be working, and Seth didn’t want to disturb him. He could handle this. He just had to keep driving until he got to Lang Downs. Jason would be there waiting for him and everything would be okay. Jason wouldn’t let him falter.
His phone chirped at him.
Can’t wait for you to get here. Come home soon.
Just like that, Seth’s breathing eased and the tightness in his chest loosened. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Jason, but he was going to do his damnedest not to fuck it up because nothing—not even the bite of his razor—settled him like Jason could.
He stopped long enough to text Jason back. Just crossed onto the station. Home in an hour or so. Love you.
Love you more.
Seth laughed, as he was sure Jason intended, even if it wasn’t possible for Jason to love Seth more than he loved Jason. They didn’t need to argue over it, though, so he didn’t reply. He didn’t stop grinning the rest of the way into the valley.
When he reached the station proper, he debated where to park. The seasonal jackaroos all used the car park behind the tractor shed and drove the utes while they were on the station, but most of the year-rounders left their vehicles near their own houses.
Begin as you mean to go on. How many times had his first-grade teacher said that? He couldn’t count, but it had stayed with him all these years. He drove right up to Sam and Jeremy’s old house—it would take longer to get used to thinking of it as his and Jason’s—and parked there. He’d barely stepped out of the car before Polly came running up to him, tail wagging.
“Hey there, girl,” he said as he scratched her ears. “Where’s Jason?”
“Right here,” Jason said from behind him. “I saw you drive in, but Polly got here first.”
“I’m always happy to give her ears a good scratch,” Seth said, “but I’d rather say hi to you.”
When Jason came close enough to reach, Seth pulled him into a tight embrace. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Jason said. “It wasn’t home without you here. It never has been.”
Seth took a deep breath. “Help me take my stuff inside?”
“Here?” Jason asked. “Or at Chris’s house?”
Begin as you mean to go on. “Here. I may still fuck this up completely, but I’m going to give it all I have anyway.”
“You won’t fuck it up,” Jason said. “I won’t let you.”
Seth smiled. “That’s what I love about you.”
They grabbed Seth’s bags from the boot and carried them inside. “I’ll unpack later,” Seth said as soon as the door closed behind them. He dropped the bag in his hand and reached for Jason. Jason met him halfway, their mouths crashing together as Jason ran his hands up Seth’s back. Out of patience, Seth grabbed Jason’s hips and pulled their bodies flush. Jason undulated against him, rubbing their growing erections together through their clothes. “Oh, fuck,” Seth gasped when he broke the kiss.
“I won’t last that long,” Jason said with a groan. He pulled Seth toward the couch. Seth crowded behind him, keeping as much contact between their bodies as he could. Jason turned into his arms and fell back onto the cushions, pulling Seth down on top of him. He squeezed Seth’s arse and then worked his hand between them so he could attack the button on Seth’s jeans.
Seth lifted up onto his knees long enough for Jason to get his jeans open. When he slipped his hand inside and wrapped it around Seth’s cock, Seth shuddered. Jason’s hand was big and hot and callused, and it felt so fucking right on his body. He fumbled with Jason’s clothes, wanting to return the pleasure Jason was giving him.
Jason groaned the minute Seth found skin beneath the layers of fabric. “God, I love your hands,” he said. “So much better than phone sex.”
Seth’s hand shook as he tried to find the right angle, tension, and rhythm to make Jason feel good, but Jason didn’t seem to care beyond getting Seth’s hands on him in the first place, and Jason’s hand on him was too distracting for him to do more than mimic Jason’s motions. His whole body ached, and his pulse pounded in his ears, making it hard to hear Jason’s moans.
“Kiss me,” Jason demanded, pulling on Seth’s neck. Seth braced himself as best he could with one hand and leaned into the kiss. Jason latched on to his mouth, sucking and biting at his lips. Seth moaned into the kiss as his grip on Jason’s cock faltered. It was too much all at once and yet not enough, and his head was spinning and sparks jumped along his nerves, and he thought he’d die right there from the sheer fucking joy of it.
He got his hand moving again, determined not to leave Jason hanging when Jason was making him feel so good. Jason moaned and tangled his tongue with Seth’s. A second later, Jason’s cock twitched in his hand and covered his fingers with stickiness.
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nbsp; He slowed his movements, trying to take in the fact that he’d made Jason come. Holy fuck, he’d made Jason come. He’d done that, inexperience and all. He’d wrapped his hand around Jason’s dick and….
His climax broadsided him, and he spilled all over Jason’s groin, mixing with the mess already on his hand.
“Oh, God,” he gasped as he broke the kiss. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t….
“Not God, just me,” Jason said with a grin.
Seth laughed despite himself. “Better than phone sex?”
“Not even in the same universe as phone sex,” Jason said. “But we’d better get cleaned up. It’ll be dinnertime soon and we can’t go to the canteen like this. Take a shower with me?”
Seth’s gut tightened and his throat started closing up again. Before he could find a way to deflect the question, the dinner gong sounded.
“Damn, better not,” Jason said. “I’d be too tempted to linger. Give me two minutes to clean up and you can have the bathroom.”
“Another time,” Seth said. “We don’t have to do everything tonight.”
Jason laughed. “Good thing. You have to give me time to recover first.” He kissed Seth again and sat up. “I hope there are towels in the bathroom.”
Seth watched him go with sweaty palms that had nothing to do with mind-blowing sex. He could handle the sex. He might not know what he was doing, but he’d managed to make Jason feel good anyway. Sex wasn’t the problem. It turned his brain off. The problem arose when his brain turned back on again. He went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. Given their positions on the couch, Jason had borne the brunt of their mess. A quick wipe and a thorough hand scrubbing would erase most of the evidence of what they’d done from his body. Nothing could erase it from his mind. He would cherish this memory until the day he died.
He found a washrag under the sink and used it to clean himself up. He’d toss it in the laundry when he was done with it so no one would accidentally use it on any dishes. When he was clean, he zipped up and put himself back together as best he could. His lips felt swollen from the force of their kissing, but their relationship wasn’t a secret. Nobody had to know it had gone beyond kissing to a frantic hand job on the couch.