by Mike Shade
A soft shudder moved through Jason's body at his touch. "You make me hot, Cinnamon." Jason moaned and rolled so that he was on top, giving him more control, more access. "Feels so good when you touch me."
"Good. Going to touch you forever." He leaned down and fastened his lips over a tight, dark nipple, pulling in time with the motions of his hand.
"F..forever? I think I can live with that." One of Jason's hands came up to twine through his curls, the other sliding over his hip, fingers stroking the small of his back.
He nodded, groaning around the heat of Jason's skin. It felt so good, so natural, so simple to be making love here, filling the Tower room with happy noises and smells.
Jason's legs spread to cradle him, hands pulling him tight against Jason's body. He moved down, licking and sucking tiny marks all along the sweet ribs and belly, heading for Jason's groin. "Hungry."
"Mmm. Lucky, me." Jason's hands trailed over his skin, never settling, moving in random patterns.
Josh licked only once at the slit of Jason's cock before focusing on the thin hips, the heavy, velvety balls. Jason whimpered and shifted, trying to encourage him to take the long cock into his mouth, to spend his licks there.
He groaned, hands sliding to tilt Jason's hips, mouth sliding farther behind those heavy sacs. He hadn't done this since... Well, before, and he wanted to try again. To taste. To touch.
"Oh, God... oh, Joshua!" Jason's legs spread for him, hips tilting further.
"Yes." He nodded, cheek nuzzling Jason's inner thigh for a moment before he licked the small, wrinkled entrance, pressing just slightly with the tip of his tongue.
Jason moaned, pushing toward him.
"Love you." He whispered the words and then pushed in, gasping as his tongue slid into pure, tight heat.
"Joshua!" His name was a scream, the flesh around his tongue tightening impossibly and then loosening, soft whimpers raining down on him.
Joshua moaned, fucking his lover slowly, tongue moving in and out with steady, long strokes.
Jason was gasping and moaning and writhing, hands grabbing at him, clutching at him. "Joshua... Josh... oh..."
Oh... Oh, good. So heady -- the feel of Jason's eroding control, Jason's heat. He pushed harder, faster, hands moving to stroke Jason's cock. Jason screamed, the sound loud and wordless, body tightening again around his tongue as liquid shot over his hand.
He kept moving -- tongue and fingers -- until Jason relaxed, sobbing into the pillows. Then Josh rested his cheek against the pointed hips, panting. "Love you."
Long fingers slid over his face. "Oh, Joshua -- I love you, too. So very much."
"Good." He smiled, nibbling and licking at Jason's fingers as they passed his lips.
A shiver passed through the body he rested on. "What about you," asked Jason. "What do you want me to do for you, love?"
"Love me?" He nuzzled close, kissing and licking Jason's belly. "Believe in me forever?"
"Oh, I do that everyday, Joshua. Every single day for the rest of my life and beyond." Jason tugged him up, lips meeting his in a long, deep kiss. "I love you."
He snuggled close, erection sliding over Jason's skin, lazy and slow. "Mmm... love you, Jason."
Jason's hand found his ass, moving with him, encouraging the glide of his hips. He hummed, rocking harder and faster. It felt so good, silk and hot and right. Real.
Long fingers slid beneath his chin, turned his head back up and his mouth was once again covered by Jason's. Lips and tongue licked at him, bit at him, slid against him, loved him.
He gasped, moving faster, groaning into those loved lips. Oh, he was going to... Really. Now. Oh... Jason's hand squeezed his ass, the other one sliding down and pinching his nipple.
He came with a low cry, jerking against Jason's body, eyes wide and full of his lover's passion. Jason's mouth clung, the hand on his ass keeping him moving, pulling sweet shudders and aftershocks from him.
"I... Oh..." He smiled, pressed close. "Again?"
"Greedy." Jason rolled him until his lover was lying on top of him once more, the kiss becoming deeper.
"Yes. I need." He wrapped his legs around Jason's waist, rocking up against that heat.
"What do you want, Joshua? What do you need?" Jason was moving against him, sliding their lower bodies together, eyes intent on his own.
"Oh! I need. I need to feel you deep inside me, love." He was gasping, babbling, giddy with pleasure and passion.
Jason's fingers penetrated him first. One and then two in quick succession, a third pushed in right after he started to move on the first two. Jason took his time, stretching him, opening him, making him fly just from this.
"Love! Oh! Feel you everywhere!" He gasped, body rolling, legs sprawling wide.
"So wanton, so willing, so wanting." Jason's words were spoken against his skin, biting kisses traveling along his neck and his shoulders.
"All yours!" His body moved, shook, danced for Jason's touch. "So good!"
The fingers inside him slipped away, Jason's kisses becoming soft, faint, moving closer to his nipples, but ghostlike.
He opened his eyes, lifted his head to look down. "Jason..."
Bright blue eyes were turned up to him and suddenly he felt the tip of Jason's cock nudging against his entrance. "Is this what you want, Cinnamon? This what you're needing?"
"Oh! Oh, yes! Please!" He laughed, so happy, so much in love. "Now, Jason!"
"Now?" Jason's cock pushed into his body, just the head and then pulled out again.
"Are you sure?"
"Please!" He drew his knees up, spreading himself wide. "Please, love!"
Jason chuckled, though the sound was rather breathless and then he was being filled, Jason's cock sliding deep into him in a single stroke. He arched with a scream, entire world shifting. Yes. Yes. More. Harder. Please.
Jason moved into him, smooth and hard, long strokes that hit that magic place inside him, sending jolts through his entire body. He couldn't form words, could only move and feel and need.
Jason's lips were still moving, ghosting over his skin, a stunning contrast to the solid, hard thrusts into him. He sobbed, pushing up into Jason's touch. His body tightened, gripping his lover tight, keeping him close.
One of Jason's hands circled his cock, pulling with long strokes that matched the thrusts inside him.
"Gonna make me... Jas... Love... Please..."
"Yeah, Josh, come for me, Cinnamon, let me feel you." Jason moved faster, hand pulling hard.
"Yes." He screamed Jason's name, jerking hard as he came.
Jason shouted out, filling him with heat and then collapsing down onto him, breath gasping in his ear.
"Oh. Good. Love you. Love you, Jason." He was shaking, so in love it scared him.
Jason's hands slid up and down along his arms, breath slowing. "I love you, Joshua."
"Gonna be your husband soon." He grinned. "In front of God and everybody."
Jason chuckled. "Yeah -- even in front of Mother. That's the bravest thing anyone's ever done to be with me."
"Yeah?" He grinned, stroking Jason's ass. "Does she like me, you think?"
"Hey, she wants you to be the mother of her grandchildren." Jason was laughing now, happy and light, the blue eyes teasing.
He started giggling. "Nope. You've got more mother instincts than me. You make hot chocolate."
"And cinnamon rolls for my sweet Cinnamon babe." Jason nipped at his earlobe and whispered. "Love that sound. Love you."
"Love you, too." He beamed and blushed, pulling the blankets atop them. "Thank you."
Jason pulled back enough to look down at him. "For what?"
"For believing, Jason. For waiting for me."
Smiling, Jason kissed him softly.
He cuddled close, one kiss melding into another as he floated. "Stay with me? The planning can wait."
Jason nodded. "Forever."
He liked the sound of that.
Forever.
***
/> It was cold. The beginning of the February deep freeze that locked the city beneath thick blankets of snow and sub-freezing temperatures.
Violet House was locked up tight, everything winterized, not a single breeze got through anywhere. Still, it was a large house and it would be cold were it not for the fireplaces blazing. He was curled up in his office on the love seat in front of the fire, wrapped in a blanket.
The house smelled of chocolate and cinnamon as he'd spent the morning baking, cinnamon rolls and chocolate cake and a large mug of hot chocolate sat next to him, still steaming.
The only thing missing was Joshua, but he didn't want to disturb his lover. Joshua was determined to finish his book before their end of May wedding celebration and Jason was equally determined not to interrupt any time that Josh put aside to write.
Some days it wasn't easy though. The day was perfect for lazing in front of the fire with the one you loved.
"Oh... smells wonderful down here, love." Icy-cold hands slid down his neck, cool lips brushing his cheek. "You interested in a bit of company? I needed a break."
Josh's too-green eyes looked tired, but happy, re-growing curls springing wildly over his head.
"And you need to be warmed up. I know just the guy to warm you." He opened up the edge of his blanket in invitation.
With a grin, Josh hopped over the back of the loveseat and landed in his arms. Soft giggles filled the room as they settled, Josh's fingers finding his waist and holding on. A cheek rested on his shoulder, eyes twinkled up at him. "Mmm... better. So good."
He rubbed Josh's arms, pulling him close. "You shouldn't let yourself get so cold or so tired before taking a break, Cinnamon. You're going to exhaust yourself."
"You worry too much, love." Still, Jason noticed the blush of pleasure that accompanied his pet name for Josh didn't fade, neither did the cuddling, his lover wrapping around him, relaxing with a pleased sigh.
"I made you some sweets," he said softly, rubbing his cheek over the soft curls atop Joshua's head.
"You take such good care of me, Jason." Suddenly Josh looked up, watching him carefully. "Do I give you as much? Am I being selfish?"
"Selfish?" He shook his head. "Joshua, I'm what a lot of people would call an old man and I've been on my own for a long time. You're my companion, you love me, you hold me." He waggled his eyebrows at his sweet lover. "You do all sorts of wonderful things to my body and let me do things to yours."
"You're not old!" He got a fierce frown, red eyebrows lowering -- the effect was utterly adorable, honestly, and he had to fight not to grin. "You're brilliant and beautiful and talented and mine and I won't have any of that old business!"
He squeezed Joshua tight. "All right, sweet boy. I'm not old. The ‘wonderful things to bodies part’ is still true."
That earned him a giggle.
"Yeah?"
A warm, curious hand slid up beneath his sweater, touching and tickling.
He laughed and moaned in turn, eyes closing as Joshua's touch had its inevitable effect, his cock hardening, need making his belly flop.
"I love that." Josh's voice was wistful, husky. "Always have."
"Love what, Cinnamon," he asked, more than a little distracted by the wandering hands and the magic they were making.
"Your face when I touch you. You look so happy, so peaceful. Makes me want to make love to you forever."
Oh...
"Joshua..." He cupped his lover's face, gazing down into the bright green eyes. "Your touch is magical, but it's you -- you -- who make me happy."
"Good, 'cause you're stuck with me now." Josh looked so happy, snuggly and warm and sexy, lips parted and full, cheeks flushed.
"Oh, I like the sound of that, my sweet Cinnamon." He bent and pressed their lips together, murmuring softly into Joshua's mouth.
Josh melted into him, purring against his lips. One thin thigh slid between his legs, pressing gently up against him. Lips never leaving Joshua's, he shifted until he was lying down on the couch, Joshua between his legs, their erections pressing together through their sweatpants.
His fingers slid into Joshua's hair, new curls sliding around his skin. They rocked together, slow and easy, sharing kisses that seemed to last hours, full of murmurs and moans and happy giggles. The need and want was there, waiting to pounce, but for now this was enough, it was good and right and warm.
Josh had worked them out of their sweaters, pulling the blanket close and rubbing, fingers tracing patterns on his belly and ribs. He couldn't think of a better way to spend a cold February day. Hell, he couldn't think of a better way to spend February, period. The heat between them built more quickly now, his own fingers tracing whorls on Joshua's back.
"Makes me shivery inside, love." Josh wiggled and gasped against his lips, hips moving faster.
"That's a good thing, right?" He knew it was, but he liked to tease Josh, liked to hear him say it was good.
"Oh, yeah. Makes my breath catch." Josh grinned, fingers finding a nipple and tweaking.
He gasped. "You aren't the only one," he murmured, sliding a hand between them to return the favor.
"Mmm... More." Josh's hand slid into his sweats, fingers carding through his curls. "You're warm."
He bucked up and then forced himself to settle, to keep building it slowly instead of letting the pleasure overwhelm him. He slid his other hand between them as well, fingers tweaking both nipples together.
A low groan filled the air. "Jason..."
"Yes, sweet Cinnamon?"
The fingers at his groin stuttered, cupping his balls. Those green eyes were passion-drunk, lips swollen and wet for him. "You make me fly, make me ache."
A sweet jolt went through him, love and happiness overwhelming for a moment. Josh leaned down, taking a long, deep kiss, moaning into his mouth. He opened his mouth wide, taking everything Josh had to give him -- noise, flavor, love, it just kept filling him up more and more.
Somehow, Josh managed to push their sweats down enough that their cocks could rub together, Josh hot and hard against him, rocking. He groaned and met Josh's downward movements, pushing up with his hips, making noises into their kiss as their flesh slid together.
He whimpered as the need exploded, became urgent. His lover moved faster, cock leaking against him, the scent of need strong. "Gonna come on you. So good, Jas. Want you so bad..."
He just groaned, hands finding Josh's ass and pulling him harder, tighter, faster against him. "Yeah, love, come on me. Fuck!" He cried out as he came himself, heat splashing between them.
"Jas! God! Oh!" Josh jerked, biting down on his shoulder as he shot over Jason's belly, cock pulsing.
"Oh, love you, Josh. Love you, Cinnamon baby. Love you." He was babbling, murmuring soft, happy words
"Always. Forever, lovely man. Forever."
He made a happy noise, holding Joshua close, not even caring that there was spunk that was going to stick them together, or that his hot chocolate was probably cold now.
All that really mattered was in his arms.
All in all, February was turning out to be a pretty wonderful month.
***
He didn't like Diane... Well, more accurately, Diane wasn't fond of him. Hadn't been from the beginning, the accusation of gold-digging and taking advantage of Jason clear as crystal.
So, Josh simply made it a point to continue cleaning out the attic every time her little Volvo pulled into the driveway. He figured it would be spotless by March.
He'd found clothes and steamer trunks and Christmas decorations and a moth-eaten fur stole that had scared the shit out of him when he came across it. He'd found books and paintings and newspapers and dust-caked china and tarnished silver.
Then he found the letters. Hundreds of them. Letters from a mother to her son. Romantic letters. Invitations. Poems and missives and notes and lists and plans.
Erotic stories.
There were dozens of them, the first few romantic and sweet, obviously some young man wooi
ng his intended. Then as he read, they became more direct, more intense, obviously written by one man for another.
Josh uncovered the old wing chair hiding in the corner by the window and settled in, reading the second to the last letter, hand moving slowly over his denim-trapped cock.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Cinnamon." Jason was lounging in the doorway, eyes hot and intense.
"Oh!" He sat up with a blush, legs closing. "I...I didn't hear you come up. Hey, love."
“Oh, don't stop because of me," Jason told him, coming into the attic, coming closer. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself. I know I was enjoying the view."
"Jason..." He shifted, cock throbbing at the look in his lover's eyes. "I was just reading."
His lover laughed, the sound soft and sexy. "Oh, I know what reading looks like and you were definitely not just reading."
He was never going to stop blushing. Ever. "I don't suppose I could convince you that I was just adjusting the package?"
There was that laugh again, Jason's eyes dancing and happy. Then Jason knelt, hands on Joshua's knees, encouraging him to spread his legs again. "I don't think so, Cinnamon."
God, he loved when Jason called him that. It made him hot, made him feel loved and special and wanted. His legs spread easily, hips shifting down on the chair. He reached out, stroking Jason's cheek. "No? You sure?" His voice was hoarse, hungry. Jason made him feel so sexy, so wanton.
Jason's hands slid up from his knees along his inner thighs, eyes holding his own. Jason moved so slowly, he could feel the air getting hotter and hotter. Finally those long fingers were sliding over his jeans-encased cock. "Oh, I'm sure."
Josh bit his bottom lip, hips rocking towards that warm touch. "Yeah?"
Bending forward, Jason opened his mouth and breathed hot air over his erection. "Uh-huh."
"Oh... Oh, God, Jason. So good..." He groaned, letters falling forgotten to the side.
Jason continued to nuzzle him, mouth open and sucking, licking, wetting his jeans as long fingers slid up and down along the seam of his jeans, teasing his balls and the skin beyond. He groaned and shifted, heat and need filling him. He reached for his waistband, wanting that heat on his cock.
He heard Jason's throaty chuckle and needy murmur, but his lover made no effort to help, or hinder, him. He freed his cock, hand automatically wrapping around and stroking, hips moving faster.