by Mike Shade
At length, Jason rubbed their noses together and kissed the tip of his. "Are you hungry?"
He grinned, about to give an off-color reply when his stomach answered for him, making him giggle again. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."
Chuckling, Jason rolled him until they were side by side. "You want breakfast in bed? Or do you want to go out for brunch?"
"If I get out of this bed, I have to think." He wrapped an arm around Jason's waist. "I'm finding myself reluctant to do that. Think, I mean."
A kiss dropped onto the top of his head. "Then why don't you just stay right where you are and I'll bring back something to keep your stomach at bay so we can get back to letting our bodies to do the thinking."
He nodded, kissing Jason's shoulder. He was just going to stay right here and not think, not worry, just explore and play and learn.
Jason gave him a quick, hard kiss before getting out of bed. The covers were pulled up around him. "Is there anything you won't eat?"
"Oh no. I'm easy, honest." He curled up, dozy and warm and comfortable and feeling utterly spoiled rotten. "Do you need some help?"
Jason chuckled and pressed another kiss against his lips and then one by his ear.
"No, you stay where you are," whispered Jason.
"I will. I'm where I want to be, honest." He snuggled into the pillows, eyes falling closed, body relaxing.
"You look good in my bed," Jason said softly.
Then he was alone.
He buried his face in the blankets, smelling them both, smelling sex. He should be worrying, helping, thinking, but he didn't. He rested and basked in the feeling of being home.
True or not.
***
They spent the day in bed. Sleeping, laughing, talking, making love.
They learned each other's touches and sounds and tastes. They shared stories, nothing serious or deep. It was just light and fun and better than anything he'd experienced in twenty years. It had been a long time since he hadn't missed Samuel. Today he didn't miss Sammy at all.
The sun was going down, leaving the room full of dusk's shadows when he asked Joshua a question. "I'd like to make love to you, Joshua. Will you let me?"
He got a long, slow, serious look and then Joshua nodded, sliding into Jason's arm. "I'd like that. Very much."
"Not just because you did me," he warned. "This isn't quid pro quo, here."
"No." Those deep green eyes were fascinating, wonderful. "Because my first time should be good, memorable. I want it to be with you."
Oh, God... Joshua just kept saying the right things, kept doing the right things. It was too good to be true, but the kid was warm and solid and real in his arms. "It'll be good, I promise."
Joshua nodded, clinging just a little. "Will it hurt?"
He nodded. "Probably a little bit at the start -- you've never done this before so you're going to be pretty tight." He stroked Joshua's belly and pushed the soft red hair back from his face. "But we'll use lots of lube and I'll be careful and take my time and it should soon be feeling pretty great."
Joshua's head followed the caress, eyelids drooping. "Oh, I love when you do that. Feels so nice."
"Yeah? I like doing it." He kept the caress up while he tried to figure out where his best bet was for finding some lube. It had been awhile since he'd needed it.
He reached over and searched the side-table drawer, heart stopping for half a moment as he came up empty. Then he remembered the bathroom cupboard and he was pretty sure there was something in there; he sure hoped so because he was not going to risk hurting Joshua.
"Everything okay?" Josh was licking and sucking on the sensitive skin inside his wrist, making him shiver.
"Yeah," he gasped. "I just need to get some lube. I think it's in the bathroom."
Oh, fuck. Condoms. He didn't have any and they'd already done stuff they should have used them for. He knew he was clean and Joshua hadn't had sex before, still the kid should have been protected.
He sighed and stopped midway out of the bed, resting his head on Joshua's soft belly. "I don't suppose you've got any condoms?"
"Oh!" Josh's eyes popped open, cheeks flushing dark. "God, I'm stupid. I didn't even think to... No. No, I don't. I'm sorry. It just never was an issue before."
"I'm sorry." Shit, he was an idiot. He should have taken responsibility on that front and he hadn't, it hadn't occurred to him at all, and the fact that he knew that Joshua wouldn't pick up anything from him didn't mitigate that fact in the least.
"I guess I've been out of the dance too long."
Josh sat up, long ringlets falling into his face. "And I'm a blinky dork. I mean, I took health class. I'm sorry, Jason. I don't have anything. I promise. I haven't even kissed anybody else in two years."
He pushed the sweet ringlets back behind Joshua's ears again. "I know you're clean -- I'm not concerned for myself." He sighed. "And I can tell you that I'm clean -- I haven't been with anyone in..." He laughed a little, surprised. "I guess it's been over five years and I get tested every year, but you shouldn't take my word for it. You should never take the guy who wants to get into your pants' word for it."
"Is that what you want?" One red eyebrow arched, green eyes starting to play again. "'Cause I don't have any on."
He stared down at Joshua for a moment and then laughed, the awkwardness of the moment fading as easily as that. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so much. "What I want is to make love to you."
"Well, then, you should find the lube, I guess. Because I want you, too." Josh's hands ghosted along his jaw.
He sucked in his breath, something about the touch making him instantly hard. Turning his face into Joshua's hands, he nuzzled for a moment and then got up and headed to the bathroom. "I'm pretty sure I've got some in here."
A moment later he came back, triumphantly waving an almost new tube of KY. Josh giggled and applauded, which sent them both into gales of laughter, Josh rolling on the bed and Jason following to tickle and tease. God, this was good. It was warm and happy and fun and he felt better and younger than he had in years. He really hoped Joshua would choose to stay.
He pushed those thoughts from his head. Right now he was going to make love to the boy. It would be their first time together like this and it would be Joshua's first time being penetrated altogether. He wasn't going to short-change himself or Joshua with worries about the future.
They ended up facing each other, Joshua panting and catching his breath against Jason's shoulder, soft giggles sounding periodically. Jason ran his hands down along Joshua's spine, fingers flirting with the crack in that sweetly rounded ass. Josh's pants became soft gasps, his hips beginning to instinctively roll towards Jason’s hand.
He reached for the lube and worked the tube open, blindly slicking up his fingers. Pressing them between Joshua's cheeks, he started to tease, to get Joshua used to his fingers back there, near the tiny opening. Josh shivered, knee bending and sliding over the top of his legs. The soft, fluttery breaths tickled his neck, his collarbone.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast," he murmured, fingers moving to slide along the soft, hot skin behind Joshua's balls.
"Oh, that's nice. Gives me butterflies." Josh was whispering, body moving slowly against him.
"Good. Butterflies are good." He had some of his own, nervous anticipation trying to hurry him, but he took his time. This would be something Joshua never forgot.
He continued to tease Joshua's skin, sometimes sliding his hand far enough to play with the fragile balls or slide along the hot flesh of Joshua's cock.
Josh was relaxed now, almost fluid, purring softly, lips and tongue sliding over his skin. Perfect. He slid his index finger across Joshua's opening a few times, feeling the wrinkled skin under his fingertip, and then pushed gently against Joshua's hole. Josh's body clenched and then opened for him with a soft gasp. His finger slipped in easily and he gasped at the tightness and the heat of Joshua's body.
"Oh..." Joshua's lips tickled his ne
ck. "Jason."
He stilled. "Is it okay?"
Joshua's hips pushed back against his finger. "Yes. Don't stop, please. So good."
Smiling, he pushed his finger in as deep as he could and then slowly fucked Joshua with it. He was amazed by the tightness and heat that seemed to pull his finger in deeper and deeper. His cock throbbed at the thought of being buried balls deep in that heat.
Melted and so trusting in his arms, there was no resistance, no fear. Joshua moved with him, soft moans echoing through the room.
"I'm going to put another one in now," he said softly after a few minutes. He got a little groan in response, Josh's lips moving toward his ear. He pushed his middle finger in alongside his index finger, moaning as they were swallowed up.
Josh's body stilled for a moment and then began to move again, slower and more carefully. "It feels so full. Good."
"You feel amazing, Joshua. So tight. So hot." He shifted down a bit, giving himself more room and curled his fingers as they went deep, rubbing across the small gland inside Joshua's body.
"Oh!" Joshua sat up halfway, eyes wild. "Oh, God! What was that?"
"Didn't they teach you about the prostate in your health class?" he asked, chuckling as he did it again.
"What? God! No. Oh, fuck." He grinned as Joshua's muscles rolled, the sweet, swollen lips babbling.
He slid his fingers almost all the way out and then pushed them back in, three this time, searching out the small gland and making sure he hit it as he pushed deep.
Joshua came with a sharp cry, seed splashing between them, the scent sharp and growing more and more familiar. He kept his fingers moving, making sure he only hit Joshua's gland now and then, pulling out shakes and shivers and sweet cries.
Heavy lidded green eyes watched him, entire focus on him. "Oh, Jason. That was... I never even... wow."
He leaned up for a soft kiss. "That was just the beginning, sweet Joshua."
"Oh..." Joshua's hands slid over his face, his shoulders, his skin. "Show me?"
He nodded, swallowing back his need, forcing himself to go slow. "It'll be easier for you with me behind you -- either hands and knees or spooned."
"Which do you like better?" Oh, God, those eyes were so trusting, so warm.
He swallowed again. Oh, if he couldn't get it together he was going to come as soon as he was buried inside that tight hole. "Hands and knees."
Joshua nodded, moving onto his hands and knees after taking a long, slow kiss. He looked back over his shoulder, auburn curls framing his face. "Like this?"
"Oh, God..." He trailed his hand down along the line of Joshua's spine until his fingers were teasing against that sweet hole again. "So hot..."
Those rounded hips pressed back, wanting him. "Yeah? You're doing it to me, making me hot."
He moaned. Oh, this boy was so sweet, so wonderful, so beautiful and full of wanting.
He settled himself between the spread legs, guiding his cock to Joshua's hole. "Ready for me?"
"Yeah, Jason. I am."
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he warned, biting the words out between clenched teeth. His body was desperate to be inside Joshua and he didn't know where he found the strength to slide slowly into Joshua's body instead of sinking in hard and deep.
A soft whimper sounded, Joshua stiffening slightly, body starting to shake a bit. "Oh, Jason... It's so much. Burns..."
He stopped pushing in, just the head of his cock inside the tight tunnel. He felt like it was going to get squeezed off and he groaned, hands moving slowly, gently, along Joshua's sides, his back.
"Breathe slow and easy, it should fade quickly."
"'kay. Keep touching me?" Josh slowly relaxed beneath his hands, the tightness easing.
"Always," he murmured, fingers moving to find all the special places that could make Josh moan and whimper.
When Joshua's body had relaxed enough, he pushed in a little further. This time the sound was a moan, Josh's thighs parting and body pushing back a bit.
He slid his hands up and down Joshua's back, slow and easy, the same way he was pushing in. Bit by bit he sank into Joshua's ass until his balls were snug up against warm flesh, hips pressing that sweet ass.
"Oh... Oh, Jason... I can feel you so deep..." Joshua's muscles rippled around his cock, milking and rolling.
"And you're so tight. So good." He gasped and held tightly onto Joshua's hips, fighting the urge to move.
Joshua pressed back, moving carefully, slowly on his cock, squeezing him.
"Oh fuck!" He shuddered and started to move, hands guiding Joshua back onto his cock.
"Oh! Oh, so good." That hungry hole just sucked him in, held him tight.
"Ready for faster? Harder?" He certainly was, but this was for Joshua, he wanted this to be really, really good for Joshua.
"Please. More, Jason. I need..."
"Okay. All right." He stroked Joshua's back and once again wrapped his fingers around the slender hips, pulling Joshua back onto his cock a little harder, a little fiercer. He couldn't remember anyone ever being this tight. Joshua's head drooped, muscles clenching around his cock, under his hands, the hungry sounds growing louder and louder. He pushed in with more force, groaning each time he sank into the tight heat. It was so good he was shaking, lungs gasping for breath.
"Oh, Jason! So good! So good!" The cries rang through the house, echoing.
"Yes," he muttered, repeating the word each time he thrust into Joshua's body.
They moved, bodies pushing together over and over. It wasn't going to take long, between the tightness and the heat and the joy in Joshua's voice, his own orgasm was barreling down on him, ready to take him away.
"Gonna... oh, Jason... gonna come. Gonna come!" Joshua convulsed, body milking his cock.
That was what he'd been holding on for, wanting Joshua to find his pleasure first. With a cry, he shoved hard into Joshua's body, coming hard. The shudders traveled up and down his spine.
Soft, rolling shudders moved through Joshua's body, outside and in. They pulled more shudders and spikes of pleasure out of Jason, each movement of Joshua's body making him moan.
Joshua sank slowly to the mattress, shivering in his arms. He let his cock slip out and lay down next to the boy, gathering Joshua close and pulling up the covers. He murmured soft, nonsense words, soothing with voice and hands.
"Oh, Jason. That was... Thank you." Joshua dropped soft kisses on his shoulders, his throat. "So much."
"I should be thanking you -- you gave me the gift of your body, unused and untried. You've been so generous over the last twenty-four hours." He held Joshua tight.
"You've made me feel so good. So much at home."
'That's because you are home.' He didn't give voice to his thoughts though, not wanting to risk scaring Joshua off. "It's been my pleasure and I mean that literally."
"You don't mind losing half your mattress?"
"Are you kidding? It's a lonely bed with just one." He chuckled and teased gently. "I don't even mind losing the covers."
There came those sweet, addictive giggles, bubbling over his skin. They felt like a soft breeze against his skin, like a sweet caress against his ears.
He wondered just how much he'd give up to keep hearing them. He had a hunch the answer was almost anything.
Which he had a feeling should have bothered him more than it did.
Chapter Nine
Joshua woke up early, before dawn, and slid out of bed, wincing a little over sore muscles and sore... well, it was a good soreness, but not familiar.
He found the bathroom and cleaned up a little, borrowing Jason's robe and wandering through the house, hands stroking the woodwork, the fixtures. So beautiful. Jason had made it so beautiful, brought her back to life, just as he'd promised. The ballroom was perfect, the hidden door leading up to the Tower Room, up where he could look out, see the sun rise. See the neighborhood. See everything.
He skirted the circular bed, going to curl up in the window seat
, lean his cheek against the glass, smiling as he watched the world come to life.
The sun was up along with birds and squirrels and the odd neighbor when Jason joined him.
"I knew I'd find you here," Jason told him as a warm mug of hot chocolate was handed over.
He smiled over, hands wrapping around the warm mug, giving Jason a smile and shifting his feet so they'd both fit. "It's like it called to me, almost like I missed it or remembered it or something." Josh shrugged. "That couldn't be it, but that's what it's like."
Jason gave him a strange, knowing smile, and then sat with him. "It's that kind of room."
"It is. I like it very much." He smiled and sipped the cocoa, humming with pleasure. "Oh, this is so good!" Like everything else here. So good.
"You're good to have around, Joshua -- you take such pleasure in everything."
"I... I've been thinking about staying -- like you asked." He rested his cheek against the glass again, breath fogging the window. "There are a few problems."
"Like what?" Jason looked cautiously hopeful.
"Well, first -- I'd need help unpacking Bessie. Second, I don't have anywhere to go for the holidays, if that's a problem. Third, if I stay, you have me until spring. Bessie will freeze up in the cold."
"Well I don't see where helping you unpack Bessie would be a problem," said Jason, holding up his fingers as if ticking them off item by item. "Having you here would be a great excuse to get out of some of the claptrap my mother insists I escort her to in December, and I usually have a few friends and family over for both Thanksgiving and Christmas -- a catered meal, very informal so one more is never a problem. And why would having you until spring be a problem? I've offered the house as a place for you to stay, to write -- I certainly didn't expect the book to be written overnight."
"Then, Mr. York, you have a roommate."
Jason beamed at him. "Really? You mean it?"