Return to Sender

by Ashlyn Kane

Another moan muffled by Jonah’s cock, and then he had to pull his hand away from Emerson’s face, or he was going to pull Emerson’s mouth down until he had Jonah all the way down his throat, which would be so fucking hot but not—not this time, definitely. Emerson worked him faster, left hand thankfully keeping Jonah from bucking out of control as he felt the orgasm curling tighter and tighter inside him, Emerson’s lips and tongue and hand tormenting him. “Fuck, Em, don’t stop, you’re gonna make me come, gonna—”

  Emerson sucked him through it, his eyes burning into Jonah’s the whole time as Jonah cursed and came, Emerson’s tongue never letting up on the underside of his cock. He gave himself half a second to recover, and then he did what he’d been wanting to do since they made it to the bedroom and fisted both hands in Emerson’s hair and tugged until he was close enough to kiss.

  They both reached for Emerson’s belt at the same time. Still muzzy and uncoordinated, Jonah left him to it and jerked down his fly instead, helping Emerson push the fabric down. Then Emerson pulled away from Jonah’s mouth to sit up, color high and pupils dilated as he jerked himself furiously, lips pink and parted and swollen and generally just a picture of debauchery.

  Jonah wanted in on it. “Jesus, don’t—” Emerson shuddered, and Jonah swallowed past the roughness in his throat and said, “Don’t come yet. Fuck—where’s your lube?”

  Thankfully Emerson didn’t ask questions, just gasped out, “Pillow,” and fuck, that was so hot; either Emerson had been planning something like this, or he jerked off so much he didn’t bother putting the lube away. Jonah grabbed the bottle one-handed and flipped open the cap, seizing Emerson’s left hand and pouring.

  “Show me,” Jonah said hoarsely at Emerson’s blank look. “Show me what you do when we’re on the phone together, Emerson. I wanna see what you looked like all those times I got you off, when I told you all the things I wanted to do to you.”

  Gasping, Emerson spread the lube over his cock, still working too fast for Jonah’s liking. He reached out and covered Emerson’s hand with his, fascinated by the sight of it, of both of them working his cock together.

  “God.” Emerson let his head fall back, displaying the mark Jonah had put on him hours earlier. “Faster, please.”

  Jonah licked his lips. “Not yet, Em.” With his free hand, he poured more slick over Emerson’s fingers. “You know what I want.”

  Emerson shuddered helplessly, and Jonah slowed their hands further. Emerson sobbed out, “Jonah, I can’t—”

  “Yes, you can,” he interrupted. “You can, and you’re going to, Emerson. Come on, I want to see it. I want to see you put your fingers inside you. I know you do it to yourself when I’m not here.”

  “Jonah—”

  Sensing he needed a little more encouragement, Jonah took his free hand and guided it to his entrance. “Do it, Em. Fuck yourself on your fingers. Do it for me, and then I’ll let you come. It’ll be so good, Em, I promise.”

  Trembling, Emerson pushed a finger inside himself, and Jonah’s mouth went dry as he took in every detail: the straining lines of his body, the slack crescent of his mouth, the dribble of come beading at the head of his cock. “Emerson. Fuck. Another one, now.”

  Emerson let out an inhuman sound but complied.

  Jonah got his hand on the bottle of lube again, but Emerson wasn’t paying him any attention. “Now move them, Em. Nice and slow. You like that? Like the way it feels having something inside of you? Fucking you?”

  Emerson shuddered again, and Jonah took pity on him, moving their hands slowly on his erection. “Asked you a question, Emerson.”

  “God.” Emerson blushed furiously, voice barely audible over his heavy breathing. “Yes.”

  “What’s that, Em? I didn’t hear you.” Jonah rubbed his thumb in a circle over the head of his dick.

  Emerson let out a startled shout. “Yes, fuck, I love it, okay? I—”

  In one smooth motion, Jonah added his middle finger to the two pistoning inside Emerson’s ass and pressed.

  Emerson’s whole body went taut as he screamed, dick jerking under their hands, covering them in sticky white. Jonah worked the finger inside him until Emerson came back to himself, falling onto all fours over Jonah on the bed and pressing his face into Jonah’s shoulder. “Jesus.” Jonah could tell how embarrassed he was from the heat of his skin.

  Ignoring the mess they’d made, he pulled Emerson to him, pressing a reassuring kiss to his neck. “Em.”

  Except for the slight tensing of his body under Jonah’s hands, Emerson didn’t acknowledge him. Okay, Jonah figured, maybe he wasn’t up to talking about it yet. That was fine. Jonah was a good enough talker for any two people. “You were amazing, Emerson. Okay?”

  Some of the tension seeped away, and Jonah felt him nod. “Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, how about some Kleenex? You’re sort of limiting my reach, and I stand to lose some key layers of epidermis in a few minutes if we don’t clean up.”

  The exaggeration bought him a tiny laugh, and Emerson rolled over far enough to grab the box of tissues. With that out of the way, Jonah pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Emerson’s mouth. “Now get as much sleep as you can,” he said with a smile. “You’re gonna need it tomorrow.”

  §

  EMERSON sighed happily at the feel of Jonah’s strong arm around his shoulders, the smooth chest beneath his head and the steady heartbeat by his ear. They were curled in bed together, neither one of them in any hurry to leave. They had been stretched out lazily all afternoon, not wanting to break the post-coital spell.

  Emerson had something to ask, though, and he hoped that it wouldn’t spoil the blissed-out mood.

  “So,” he got out, his voice husky with laziness, and possibly from the fact that Jonah had had him screaming earlier.

  “So?” Jonah drawled back.

  “I was thinking….”

  “Uh oh.” Jonah’s murmur sounded sleepy and content.

  “Har har,” Emerson shot back, before moving on from the tired joke. “I was thinking that since Greg’s spending the summer back home, his bedroom will be empty.”

  “Yeah. Thinking about filling it?” Jonah asked. His fingers began making random patterns over the curve of Emerson’s shoulder.

  “Thought maybe you’d like to.” The fingers stopped moving. Emerson rushed on. “I mean, it’d only be for the summer, Greg will be back for more classes in September, but I figured it makes more sense than you renting a place for only four months.”

  “Em… are you asking me to move in with you?”

  Emerson couldn’t discern anything from Jonah’s tone. He hesitated before he lifted his head to get a look at Jonah’s face. Jonah was grinning. “Yes… for the summer. Only if you want to.”

  The tightening of the muscles in Jonah’s arm was the only warning Emerson got before he was suddenly rolled onto his back. “Well, let me think. Do I want to be under the same roof as my very sexy boyfriend? Hm….”

  “Jonah,” Emerson protested, feeling only a little embarrassed.

  “Though you do realize Greg being gone is kind of irrelevant. After all, why use his bed when this one is so comfy?” Jonah gave a lascivious grin and patted the mattress by Emerson’s head.

  Emerson flushed. “Right. You’re keeping your stuff in Greg’s room. I’m not telling my mom you’re moving into my room! It’s bad enough you keep giving me hickeys that she refuses to politely ignore like any sane parent.”

  Jonah grinned. “So she knows you are well-loved and desired.”

  “Thanks, Jonah, but really, too much information for her. Or me. She tells me stories about her ‘youth’, Jonah. Stories!”

  Jonah laughed. “Poor baby. How about I make it better?”

  “Better?”

  “Yeah. I’m thinking a bed for the summer needs repayment.” Jonah’s hand snaked upward and grabbed the lube.

  Emerson licked his lips, uncertain as to where this was going. “Jonah?”

  “Don’t w
orry, Em.” Jonah must have picked up on the wariness to his tone. “It’s for my fingers only.”

  “Fingers?” The word came out breathy as Jonah was sliding down his body, placing random kisses on Emerson’s skin.

  “Yeah. Don’t you want to know how much better a prostate massage makes a blow job?” The sound of the lube top snapping open seemed really loud to Emerson. He watched, unable to tear his gaze away as Jonah began to pour slick onto his fingers. “Promise you’ll love it,” he murmured into the jut of a hip bone.

  Jonah always kept his promises.

  §

  “EM, I’M bored,” was the first thing that Jonah said when he entered Emerson’s room and flopped down on his bed.

  Emerson looked up from his computer, where he had been playing around with a picture of Jonah in Photoshop. “Hello, Jonah, it’s good to see you too. So happy you decided to come see me.”

  “Don’t pretend you aren’t delighted to see my fantastic body,” Jonah said without missing a beat. There was a pause before he continued, “Em, come make out with me!”

  “Are you whining for sex?” Emerson asked. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t exactly surprised.

  “Maybe. Is it working?” Jonah asked hopefully.

  “No.” Emerson turned back to his computer screen.

  “E-em!” Jonah threw a pout in Emerson’s direction. “Come on. I’m bored! And horny. Please?”

  Emerson steadfastly ignored him, even though he kind of really wanted to give in. After all, he had been sitting here waiting for Jonah to get in from work. And he did still want to implement his plans for the evening. Still, he really didn’t want to reward this kind of behavior.

  “You know, you could just act like a normal person and try and seduce me when you want sex,” Emerson pointed out archly.

  “Seduce? But that’s the beauty of having a boyfriend; I shouldn’t have to always put in so much work when it comes to getting make-out time!”

  Emerson stared at his boyfriend. “After that, I’m not sure I’ll ever have sex with you again.”

  “What?!” Jonah squawked, sitting up on the bed. “You can’t do that! You’re contractually obligated to sleep with me—it’s part of the deal.”

  Emerson continued to ignore Jonah in favor of his computer. “Not if I’m not your boyfriend anymore, I don’t.”

  Jonah made another noise; this one sounded something like a cross between a cat and a chicken. “What?!” He stared at Emerson. “Are you saying you’re going to dump me because I won’t seduce you?” Jonah asked incredulously.

  “Hm,” Emerson hummed distractedly. “It does sound like that, doesn’t it?”

  “Right.” Jonah stood up then and walked over to Emerson’s chair. He placed one hand on the back of the laptop and firmly pushed it closed. Once Emerson could no longer pretend to be occupied with the computer, Jonah wrapped both hands around his face and proceeded to kiss him.

  Oh, jackpot. He knew that Jonah wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. Though Emerson had been very impressed with how quickly Jonah had folded.

  Jonah used every trick he had ever learned to turn Emerson to jelly. “Come to bed with me,” Jonah whispered against Emerson’s lips. “I promise to make it up to you.”

  “Can’t you make it up to me right here?”

  “I’ll break my back,” Jonah replied sardonically. “Then how could I properly make things up to you?”

  Emerson sighed with mock resignation. “Fine, but only because you’re no use to me with a broken back.”

  Standing, he let Jonah pull him over to the bed and then push him down onto it.

  Emerson loved this part. He loved the first tentative touches and long make-out sessions. Loved just lying with Jonah as they let fingers play over each other’s skin lazily and their lips dance together in lingering kisses. He loved just taking the time to feel, to get both of them worked up. Sometimes Emerson just wanted to do this without moving toward sex.

  Jonah’s groin pressed down into his own, rubbing their hard cocks together.

  Then again, sometimes getting off was much more appealing than just making out.

  Jonah wasted no time in sliding both of his hands underneath Emerson’s T-shirt. He smoothed both palms over his ribs, then used his nails to tickle the skin of his belly and reached up to pinch both nipples with his fingertips.

  “How about we get this off you, yeah? Then I can make things up to you by paying proper respect to both nipples.”

  Emerson agreed with that idea. He wrapped both arms around Jonah’s shoulders and rolled them over.

  “Emerson?”

  “My turn to be on top,” Emerson said before stripping off his shirt. “Now make it up to me.”

  Jonah grinned and leaned in to place a kiss to one of Emerson’s nipples.

  Like with everything else that involved sex, Jonah was very good at this. Emerson curled both hands in their rightful places in Jonah’s hair and started to moan.

  By the time Jonah moved across Emerson’s chest with a series of wet kisses to the other nipple, the first was red and swollen.

  Jonah pulled away from torturing the second nub to grin up at Emerson and whisper filthily, “So, baby, now that you’ve got me where you want me, did you have any other suggestions?”

  Emerson looked down at Jonah and tried to smile. Yes, Emerson did have another idea for how they could pass the time. Another idea that he was pretty sure Jonah would go for. However, he was still feeling a little nervous about it.

  “I did have one idea,” Emerson admitted.

  “Oh?” Jonah arched an eyebrow. Emerson blushed; Jonah’s look was far too knowing. His brow was arched in a way that suggested that he knew Emerson had some sort of plan.

  Emerson leaned forward, ostensibly to start kissing Jonah’s neck. Mostly, though, he just wanted to hide the telling blush.

  Jonah ran two warm hands over Emerson’s back and made encouraging noises as Emerson kissed and licked.

  “Em-er-son,” Jonah said in a sing-song, if somewhat breathy, voice. “What is it that you want to do?”

  “I’ve been thinking,” Emerson said slowly, still hiding his face.

  “Yeees,” Jonah said. He was smirking now for sure.

  “Well,” Emerson tried again. He had to remember that this was Jonah, and Jonah wanted to do anything and everything that involved sex, not to mention that he knew how much Jonah was looking forward to this in particular. Jonah had a tendency to run his mouth about it when they were fooling around.

  “I think—I know—” Emerson didn’t want Jonah to think he wasn’t certain about this. “I’m ready,” Emerson whispered softly in Jonah’s ear.

  Jonah’s arms tightened their grip spasmodically, and he went very still. “Ready?” His voice was hoarse.

  “Yeah,” Emerson breathed. “I want you to be inside me.”

  Suddenly Emerson was once more on his back with Jonah hovering over him. “Really?” He looked like a kid who had just been offered an entire chocolate cake all to himself. Hell, he looked like Emerson had offered him every chocolate cake ever. “Are you saying I can fuck you?”

  Emerson nodded decisively. He was still feeling nervous at the prospect—Jonah fully erect wasn’t any smaller than he had been before—but Emerson wanted this. “Yeah, fuck me, Jonah. Please?”

  Jonah’s smile was wide, but soft-edged. “Oh, well, if you insist.”

  §

  TO SAY that Jonah had been planning this moment for years would not have been an overstatement. Oh, the details varied—Jonah had a vivid imagination and a sex drive like a rabbit on Viagra—but the important stuff, that was always the same. And he hadn’t kissed Emerson nearly enough yet.

  Settling in for the long haul on his side next to Emerson on the bed, Jonah rested his palm flat against Emerson’s stomach as they kissed, immersing himself in the rhythm of Emerson’s body. Eventually Emerson seemed to realize that Jonah wasn’t just going to rush right to the main eve
nt, and he relaxed, slipping one hand beneath the hem of Jonah’s T-shirt.

  “Take your shirt off,” Emerson breathed, and Jonah complied, sitting up long enough to pull it over his head before moving over to straddle Emerson’s waist. He still hadn’t met his kissing quota, but he hadn’t ruled that all of those kisses had to be on the mouth.

  For example, there was the fading bruise on Emerson’s collarbone to address, and the firm curve of his shoulder, the dip of his sternum, the hollow of his navel. And that was all without taking his pants off. Jonah had his work cut out for him.

  “Jonah,” Emerson gasped when he scraped his teeth up the skin of Emerson’s stomach to the left of Emerson’s belly button. He knew it tickled and raised his head, smiling a little.

  “Yes?”

  “You’re… quiet.” Emerson was blushing worse than he usually did during sex, like he couldn’t quite believe he’d actually mentioned it.

  That was because the stream-of-consciousness filth he usually subjected Emerson to seemed totally inappropriate for an act Jonah was determined to treat with reverence, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Emerson. Jonah kissed his stomach again. “I’m strategizing,” he reassured him, tracing his nose over the trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his jeans.

  “Strat-strategizing?” Emerson stuttered as Jonah peeled his jeans away from his hips.

  “Mhmm.” Jonah took in the sight of him, and Emerson squirmed. He was much better at letting Jonah admire him than he once had been due to long hours of practice, but his modesty always seemed to return every time they tried something new. “About how I’m going to make you come first.” No—the jeans had to come all the way off now. They would only be in the way later. He sat up and tugged them off gently, caressing Emerson’s calves as he did, easing his legs back to the bed with care.

  Emerson cleared his throat. “First?”

  Jonah smoothed a palm up Emerson’s inner thigh, watching as his cock hardened in anticipation. “Think I’ll blow you,” he decided, situating himself between Emerson’s legs. He let the backs of his knuckles graze Emerson’s erection before pressing a wet kiss to the skin at the base. “That okay?”