by Mike Shade
"Oh!"
He gasped, grabbing onto Samuel's ass, the skin cool, but warming quickly against his palms. He pulled Samuel down onto him, moaning as their cocks slid together. He pulled faster. Harder.
More.
Samuel moved with him, so warm, so light, so amazing. Words he couldn't hear were gasped against his lips, needy and hot, green eyes grinning in the sunlight. It felt so amazingly good, not just their cocks together, but all of it. The warm lips against his own woke all his nerves, leaving him bucking and arching, gasping beneath the long, slow slide of their skin together.
The touches grew warmer, more intense, more desperate, sending him flying higher and higher. All he could feel was the pleasure of skin rubbing against his own. All he could see was the green of Samuel's eyes. Everything else faded away, disappeared.
And then even those sensations gave way beneath the skyrocketing climax that shot from his balls.
"Oh! Jason! So lovely!" Samuel's voice was breathy, fingers tracing his jaw.
He stretched, undulating, shivering as Samuel's skin slid along his own. He was almost purring.
"I didn't know," he said softly. "I mean, I knew it would be good, but I didn't know how good."
"I am pleased we could share this. It is much better when you believe in me." Samuel's tease was gentle, warm.
He grinned, limbs feeling heavy, body feeling full, easy. He played idly with Samuel's auburn curls, fingers stroking through the silky hair.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"Thank you, my friend. I am glad you came to my home."
"My home, too," he murmured, smiling as he snuggled close. His eyes closed, his breathing slowed. "Gonna take a nap, k?"
"Of course, Jason. Rest." A soft hand brushed through his hair.
The soft touches continued, soothing him, lulling him into sleep.
Chapter Six
He let himself fade, watching Jason sleep as the day ended. The sun was kind, warming Jason's skin, long eyelashes casting shadows on the smooth cheeks.
So good, to be believed in. To be touched. To touch back.
He stroked Jason's hair, giggling softly as the strands moved. Oh, making love was... different than before, but warm and close and so good, still. His center warmed, shivered, and he reached to touch again, groaning as the texture of Jason's skin slid against him.
So good. So fascinating.
Sam grinned, bouncing. So fun.
He would show Jason the Violet House. They would play.
And talk.
Oh, stories!
Jason could bring in new things to read, to see. They could explore all the places he knew so well. They could make love in the secret passageways and the Tower room and the ballroom.
Samuel slid beneath the blankets, needing to touch again. To hear those sweet moans. To see Jason's hunger.
He slid up along Jason's thigh, it was warm here, and soft. Heated silk. Jason murmured, the sound soft, asleep.
He giggled, nestling up farther, nudging the heavy balls, cocooned in flesh and fabric.
He got a moan this time, Jason's legs shifting, spreading.
He surrounded those balls with heat and warmth, massaging slow and easy. So sweet. So good.
"Oh, God..." Jason's legs slid further open, hands moving down, searching for him. "Sam?"
"Jason..." He shuddered, solidified, pushed up against those searching hands.
The work-callused fingers slid over his face, into his hair, Jason making small noises of pleasure.
He moaned, tongue sliding behind Jason's balls, touching, searching for his lover's pleasure. A shudder moved through Jason, sweet and honest as the whimper that sounded.
Oh...
Samuel liked that.
He continued his touches, sliding back to stroke the tiny, wrinkled opening, laving it with warmth.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh God!" Jason's muscles clenched tight, another shudder going through him. "Oh, my God, Sam."
He touched again and again, testing the muscle, teasing and flicking with warm touches. "Jason. So lovely."
"Gonna make me come. Oh, God!"
Samuel giggled, happy all through. That was the point of this, at least it used to be.
He let his touch push deeper, harder, spreading and stretching. So tight. Jason shouted, body snapping, the scent of Jason's come filling the air.
He purred softly, sliding up Jason's body, nuzzling happily. "You liked."
Jason was gasping, searching for air. "I liked."
The long body writhed against the sheets. "Oh, God, did I like."
"Good." He tweaked one of Jason's nipples, looking for a response, playful. Happy.
Jason jerked, whimpered. "Oh, Sam -- you make me feel so good."
"I like making you feel good. I like touching you." He chuckled, tweaking again. "Shall I do it some more?"
Jason made a strangled noise, nodding quickly. "Yes, please."
He dropped his weight upon Jason, stroking and touching, losing his form in the pleasure of Jason's skin. Jason was touching him back, fingers long and callused from working. It felt delicious, made him tingle, made him have to fight to stay solid, to stay firm. "Jason... oh..."
"Is this okay? Does it feel good?"
"Yes. Yes." He looked at Jason. "It feels amazing."
Jason beamed. "Cool. If I'm not doing something right or something I should be you've got to tell me, 'k? "
"I will." He bent his head to lick at Jason's shoulder, touch sliding down around the curve of Jason's buttocks. "I will."
"Oh, God, I don't think I can do anything at all when you're doing that." Jason's voice was breathless, his body shaking, undulating and arching.
"That's all right. You don't have to." Samuel giggled against Jason's skin, reaching between them to touch the hot, hard column of flesh that slid against him.
Jason gasped and bucked up hard. "Feels so good. Want to share."
"You are." He wrapped his hand around Jason's shaft, stroking with a steady, stable motion, making his touch warm and slick. "I have been so alone and you believe."
"I do," Jason murmured, eyes watching his hand move over the hard cock.
He rubbed his palm over the tip, watching Jason's face for the things his new friend liked best, what Jason wanted.
A shudder went through Jason and his eyes widened.
He chuckled. "You like that."
He did it again.
Jason gurgled and shuddered again before nodding eagerly.
Oh, those eyes, the wonder in them -- that could become necessary. Samuel kept touching, exploring all of Jason's cock with a slow, steady precision while he watched those eyes. Jason liked it best when he slid his palm or his thumb across the tip, applying a bit of pressure, and when he rubbed the ridge on the underside, about an inch down from the tip.
Samuel leaned in for a kiss, parting Jason's lips with his tongue. Then, when Jason was moaning softly, he tried both things at once, palm cupping the tip while his thumb rubbed the ridge.
Jason's moan became a shout, Jason bucking up hard into his hand and coming.
Oh! How wonderful!
"You liked that very much, Jason."
"Yes." Jason was rather breathless, lying there with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling heavily.
"I can't believe how much you've made me come -- all in one day."
"You are impressive on that count." He giggled softly, settling his cheek on Jason's shoulders. "It is quite lovely."
Jason's arms came around him, sliding along his skin. "You feel so solid."
"It is interesting, staying in a body for so long, thinking about it. I'd almost forgotten how."
"Have you done this before?"
He couldn't be sure, but he thought maybe there was a hint of jealousy in the question.
"Made love?" He nodded. "Yes. Many times, a long time ago. I enjoy it, I enjoy the pleasure of it."
"Oh. I meant... while you were a ghost."
"There have been people who have seen me." Samuel nodded, thinking back to a strong, dark man with electric eyes. A sailor. "But only one who touched me, who I touched back."
"Why him? Why me?"
"Micah was lonely, alone. He loved this house, he believed in me." He met Jason's eyes, unwilling to lie. "Like you."
"He needed you," whispered Jason.
"Yes." He stroked Jason's cheek, brushing the skin with the softest touch.
Jason nodded and curled into him, arms holding him close, tight.
He just held on, touching and feeling and listening and revelling in the sensation of being there.
***
Jason loved his mother, but lord the woman made him tired.
They'd spent the entire day at one of her charity events, him acting as her escort. Which basically meant that he trailed along after her, getting introduced to all and sundry and listened as his mother gossiped with them.
Then there'd been dinner with the Fitzhughes, who had a daughter "his age". He supposed at sixteen she was closer to his age than her parents were, but they had nothing in common and her giggling had started to get on his nerves.
Not to mention the whole gay thing and he wasn't sure why Mother thought that if he didn't like girls his own age, he'd like them significantly younger. Of course he wouldn't be any happier if she started matchmaking for him with guys either.
Shaking his head, he let himself in the house and locked the door behind him. He didn't bother with the lights, just toed off his shoes and left them by the door. He started in on his tie, taking the stairs two at a time. "Sam? You around?"
There was a long period of nothing but the pounding of his own footsteps on the stairs and then, as he was about to call out again, a warm puff of air slid over his jaw.
The faint scent of violet leaves and earth filled the stairwell.
"Sam." He smiled and kissed the air, progress slowing as his cock started to fill.
It was never cold in the tower room anymore, his welcome assured.
"Mmm... Jason..." The caress became more direct, the breeze developing fingers that slid down his back. "Glad you're home." The phantom touch against his lips was undoubtedly a kiss.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, trying not to stumble on the stairs. Samuel's touches were so very distracting, his kisses more so.
"Mmm... yes. I watched the day, rested, read. Thought of you." Samuel tugged him gently up the stairs, invisible, but so strong and sure.
"I missed you. God, Mother's on a roll -- wanted me to go to some club with her for Big Band Night Dancing." He stumbled up the last step and into the tower room, heading automatically to the big round bed in the center of the room. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, giving the blue room a silver glow.
"Let me see you?"
"Dancing? I love to dance!" The center of the bed dipped and then the light shifted, giving him a peek at Sam's naked form, slowly solidifying. Teasing.
"When the Dance Hall is done, you'll have to teach me how to dance properly." He slipped off his dress jacket and started undoing his shirt, removing the cuff links first. They were old, given to him by Samuel when he'd gotten dressed that morning: silver with violets carved into them.
His eyes never left the bed, even a half-glimpse of his lover precious.
"Oh, that would be lovely." Samuel's eyes twinkled, stretching out on the covers, lithe body beautiful under the moonlight. "Will you let me seduce you after we dance, steal kisses in darkened coatrooms? Touch you in the secret stairwell?"
"I'm counting on it."
He shrugged out of his shirt and fought with the buttons on his pants, refusing to take his eyes off Samuel long enough to look down. The button eventually gave way beneath his fiddling and then he was naked, crawling onto the bed, onto his lover.
"Oh, you're warm..."
"Yes. I soaked up the sunshine all day." Sam's arms wrapped around his neck, lips parting, offering a kiss.
"Funny, you don't look like you got a tan." He was smiling as his lips covered Samuel's, tongue sliding into that cinnamon and sugar and violet flavored haven.
Samuel moaned softly into the kiss, fingers pushing into his hair, body rubbing and sliding slowly against him, sheer joy in every motion.
Oh... he was hard and Samuel was hard and it felt so good, to be moving with Sam, loving with him in the moonlight.
Sam's hands tickled over his lower back, caressing him. "You feel good. Hot. Happy. Lovely Jason."
"You make me feel good." He rubbed their noses together and then kissed Sam again, breathing in the sweet, earthy flavor.
Sam shivered and pressed close, rubbing a bit faster, shuddering harder. The body against his was warm and solid, trembling and hungry.
Jason looked down, his own skin tanned compared to Samuel's, whose white skin seemed to glow against the blue sheets. He bent to kiss the pale throat, lips wrapping around skin and tugging, sucking, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, he'd never leave a mark.
"Oh!" The reaction shivered through Samuel, body arching up hard. "Love to feel you..." One leg wrapped around his hip, pulling them closer together.
"Yeah," he whispered against Samuel's skin. "I always expect my hands to go right through you and it feels so good when they don't. When I don't."
He let his teeth scrape along the white flesh, just lightly, following them with his tongue and then his lips and then blowing air against the wet skin.
"Jason!" Samuel jerked. "Feel you all through. All through." The sweet, light voice was growing breathy, Sam's pleasure growing, blossoming.
"Yeah?"
He let his hand trail down along Samuel's belly, fingernails dragging, not hard enough to hurt. He pressed his hips into Samuel, rubbing their hardness together.
"Real..." Samuel gasped, hands tugging his hips hard, body so hot. "Really, Jason. Really."
He found a nipple and started to suck on it, tongue playing with the tip. "You are real, you know, Samuel. Real to me." He gasped softly as their cocks slid together. "Really real."
Sam sobbed softly, lips covering his with a heated passion, capturing his words.
He shifted over enough that he could wrap his hand around Samuel's cock, the hot length solid within his hand. "I want to watch you come. You're so beautiful when you come."
Samuel blinked at him, body moving like water, skin shining as the need and joy grew. "Yes?"
He nodded, throat tight, pleasure like a knot at the base of his spine. "You glow."
As he watched, Samuel arched, the air shifting all around them, soft moans filling the room. But Sam's eyes were real. Steady. Warm.
He pulled faster, sliding his other hand out from beneath his side to pluck at Samuel's nipples, giving his lover more stimulation.
The glow grew bright, the flesh beneath his hands growing warm and solid before shifting, fading slightly as the energy peaked.
He let go of Samuel's flesh, backing off a bit, so Sam wouldn't have to carry all his weight as well as keeping himself corporeal.
"Beautiful," he murmured, wanting a kiss, but waiting until Sam was ready for one.
Those bright green eyes smiled at him, Samuel drawing close, fingers trailing soft and airy over his face.
"Jason."
"That's me," he said, smiling. He leaned forward for that kiss, humming softly as his lips met Samuel's.
Samuel's giggle, lighter than air, bubbled into his lips, filled him. His face was explored -- eyelashes, the tip of his nose, his ears -- everything gifted with a caress.
"God, I miss your touch when I'm not at home." He nuzzled into the sweet touches, feeling them in his balls.
"I touched you that first day, not hard. Did you feel me?"
Sam's hands slid down, caressing his neck, his shoulders. A shiver of delight went through him at the unique caress.
"I can't remember. I wish I did."
"You were in the foyer, looking into the mirror." Now his nipples were focused on, the tug slow a
nd steady.
"I almost looked back, but you were not ready for me."
He chuckled and moaned at the same time, body arching into Samuel's touches. "No, I wasn't."
His balls were surrounded in warmth, caressed, rolled. "I am most pleased you are ready now, Jason."
He gasped, nodding and pushing his hips toward Samuel. "Me, too."
Samuel's eyes met his own, gleaming, full of sweet pleasure. "How do you need me?"
"Can you fill me? I want to feel you everywhere."
"Yes, Jason." Samuel's giggle tickled his stomach. "I can do anything." Samuel's laughter was always so addictive, filling him with the sounds of joy.
Shifting onto his back he looked into Sam's eyes and then slowly let his own close. "Love me, Samuel."
"Always, Jason." The sound was soft, sweet, almost an echo. "Forever." Then the soft, brushes of air trailed over his inner thighs, spreading them gently.
He slid his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs wide, holding them open.
"So lovely. So open. All for me..." The whispers trailed up his thigh, through his curls, over his navel. "Sweet lover."
Ripples slid along his skin, shivery reaction to the phantom touches. "Just for you, Samuel. Only for you."
"Pie crust promises, lovely man." The words were lost in the slide of wind along his crease, the soft tease of his shaft.
He moaned, spreading his legs wider, rolling his hips. The light touches grew stronger, firmer, pressing against his entrance, stretching him so slowly.
He had nothing to compare it to, of course, but he thought it was the most amazing sensation ever, couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this. With another soft moan, he encouraged Samuel to press deeper.
The pressure grew more firm, spreading him, filling him deep inside. The tugging on his cock intensified, soft sensations sparking against the tip, the slit. He threw his head from side to side, moaning, hands spreading himself further.
Slick and hot, the pressure, the touch -- Sam -- began to move, stretching his muscles, sliding so deep. A soft sob sounded. "Oh, Jason..."
Then the pressure increased, the motion sent sparks throughout his body.
"Oh, God, Sam... feels so good." He pushed up with his hips, sobbing as Sam slipped deeper still. "Can you feel it, Sam?"