by Taylor Lewis
Kyle sucked in a harsh breath and looked searchingly up into Jonah’s face, the expression on his own torn between hurt and dawning hope. “What are you saying, Jonah? I don’t understand.”
Jonah gritted his teeth when he realised that he apparently had one last card left to play -everything riding on this one hand - and talking around the subject wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. It looked like Lopez was right after all. He was really going to have to man up and talk about his emotions. “I’m saying I love you. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while now.”
His eyes huge in his face, Kyle moved his hands slowly up Jonah’s chest until they rested on his shoulders and it felt like the bigger man’s skin was searing his palms even through the cotton of the t-shirt he wore. “You love me?” Jonah nodded, eyes intent and serious on Kyle’s face as he rolled the words around in his mouth and spoke them again, trying them on for size. “You love me.” He touched Jonah’s jaw with one hand and asked quietly, “Not just because of Shea? This isn’t some misguided....”
Jonah swooped in and covered Kyle’s mouth with his own, pulling him hard against his body and letting him feel just how very much it wasn’t about Shea. He fisted one hand in Kyle’s hair and held his head still while he poured everything he had into the kiss and only drew back when he was literally seeing stars behind his closed lids. He looked down at Kyle’s face when the younger man sagged against him with his eyes dazed and mouth gasping for air and growled breathlessly, “Not about Shea.”
“I’m beginning to see that,” gasped Kyle, clinging to Jonah’s shoulders for dear life and feeling a bubble of sheer joy well up inside him. “That certainly told me, didn’t it?” He smiled widely when Jonah winced and touched his jaw again, confessing, “I keep seeing you in my dreams too.” He leaned up and pressed his lips to where his fingers had been touching, whispering, “I see you coming home late and bringing take out because we’re both too tired to cook and Louise has the night off. I see you coming to night showings at the boutique and sulking in a corner in a suit and tie with fizzy wine that you hate just because you know it makes me happy that you’re there. I see you getting mad at me because I can’t stop texting you at work when I know you’re going to be doing something dangerous and I’m going crazy worrying about you.” He pulled himself up on Jonah’s shoulders using them for leverage until he was level with an ear and said barely audibly, “And when you come home and you’re freezing cold from a stakeout I see me wrapping around you, too – right before I slide under the covers, pull down your underwear and suck you into my mouth until you’re so hot you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.”
Jonah’s eyes, which had drifted closed when he listened to Kyle whisper his own version of how he had been dreaming of their future together, popped open and he spluttered, “What?”
Kyle smiled, wide and bright, and said, “I’m assuming that you actually see sex in your dreams too, right? We’re not just going to be spending the rest of our lives keeping house and holding hands?” A flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. “Or are you still going to be going out to clubs and....”
“No!” Jonah interrupted, bringing his hands up and cupping Kyle’s face to say with desperate sincerity, “No, clubs. I just want it to be you and me from now on. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Okay,” Kyle nodded as best he could in Jonah’s hold, his arms wrapping around the other man’s back as he pressed close. “Okay, Jonah.” He tilted his face up, eyes locking onto Jonah’s and shining like jewels in the subdued light of the garden. “I want that too, so much. I love you. I want you with me like that.”
Jonah stared down at him for a moment and muttered under his breath, “Thank God.” before bending his head and taking Kyle’s mouth in a thankful kiss. He pulled away after a few moments, moulding the other man tight to him and whispering roughly, “Tell me how it was the first time. Tell me what we did. I want to know how it was for us.”
Kyle shivered and pressed his open mouth to Jonah’s neck, licking the warm skin there. “We danced together, it felt like for hours, but we didn’t say a word and just touched each other until the club was about to close.”
Jonah nodded and pressed his hands to Kyle’s back, feeling the muscles and strength there so different to his own, but no less powerful in their own way. “Was the music like this?”
“N...no,” Kyle gasped as Jonah’s hands drifted lower and cupped his ass with intent. “It was pounding, all bass and noise.” He let his head fall back when Jonah scraped his teeth over his throat and shivered again. “This is...this is softer. Better for us now.”
“Mmm,” Jonah made a noise of agreement in his own throat. “What else? What happened when we stopped dancing?”
“We didn’t,” Kyle was so hard it hurt and he was having trouble keeping a clear head with the scent of Jonah close to him and the feel of him wrapping him up in his arms. “You cupped my face and made me look up at you and kissed me.”
“Yeah?” Jonah groaned low and dirty when Kyle’s hands drifted to his own ass, small, strong fingers kneading him through the denim of his jeans. “Like this?” He suited actions to words and kissed Kyle again, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. “Was it like this?”
“Yes,” Kyle pressed harder against Jonah, grinding himself mindlessly forward. “You pulled back and touched my face….” He moaned again when Jonah did just that, his fingers tracing the line of his cheek. “You asked me how old I was.”
Jonah grinned suddenly, wolfish in the dim light and said firmly, “Old enough.” He cupped Kyle’s ass and dragged him onto his toes, grinding them together. “What else?”
Kyle laughed and bit at his jaw, gasping when Jonah forced his hips to grind forward with even greater force. “Just this. You hauled me up on my toes in the middle of the club and rubbed us together and asked me if I wanted to hook up.” He caught the flash of regret on Jonah’s face and said firmly, “Which I did. I was nineteen and horny as hell. That was the only thing I wanted to do right then.”
Jonah hesitated for a moment and then nodded acceptance, renewing his grip on Kyle and bending his head to nip at the skin of his neck again. “Then what?”
“We...we...got off the dance floor.” Kyle squirmed when Jonah licked beneath his ear and then yelped in surprise when his ear lobe was bitten. “Megan and Danny both tried to talk to us but we made it to the bathroom and got what we needed – “
Jonah ignored the moan of disappointment from Kyle when he let him go for a moment and delved into his jeans pocket to bring out a golden metallic circle and a small packet of lube and said triumphantly, “Way ahead of you. Top of the line this time.” He hauled Kyle back in when he sputtered with laughter and nudged his hips forward. “Then?”
“Then we were outside.” Kyle turned his head and looked to make sure the way was clear before looking back at Jonah with mischievous, smoky eyes and hooked his fingers in his belt loops to make him follow as he backed up into the garden wall. “You pressed me up against the wall and kissed me again….”
“I’m a fucking genius,” said Jonah, shoving the condom and lube back in his pocket so he had both hands free. “Seriously, I have the best ideas.”
Kyle gave a low, breathy laugh and fumbled for Jonah’s belt. “You know what would be a better one? Doing it again.” He groaned helplessly when Jonah followed his instructions and managed to free Jonah’s belt, pop his button and pull down his zipper in one simultaneous action. “You know....” He sucked in air when Jonah released his mouth and almost buckled at the knees when his hand closed over his cock. “You were a lot smoother last time.” He stroked his hand slowly over Jonah’s dick and whispered, “And you weren’t wearing underwear then either.”
Jonah shuddered at the slow drag of Kyle’s palm over him and managed to get an iron grip on his control so that he could pull his head back and glare at his lover. “I am plenty smooth.” He bent his head and kissed Kyle again, using enoug
h force that the hand driving him out of his mind faltered for a moment, and managed to fumble Kyle’s pants open. He shoved inside, grinning when he felt his wrist rub against silk when he delved under Kyle’s boxers and asked devilishly, “Were you wearing pretty panties then too?”
Kyle shook with pleasure when he found himself enveloped in the warm dampness of Jonah’s palm. He gathered himself enough to wrap his free hand around the back of Jonah’s neck to yank him down into a kiss before starting to slowly twist the hand holding Jonah’s cock in a way that had the other man cursing and gasping into his mouth. He kissed Jonah hard and desperate, unable to believe he was here again and unbelievably thankful to be so, before he wrenched his mouth away and said hoarsely, “You shoved your hands up under my shirt, licked my neck….” He cried out when Jonah did what he said and had to swallow twice before he could get out his next words. “Then you asked if you...you could fuck me.”
Jonah shuddered hard, his head dropping to Kyle’s shoulder and he said in a low rasp, “Tell me you said yes and I didn’t have to spend another God knows how long trying to convince you.”
Kyle laughed shakily and tightened his grip around Jonah’s cock. “Are you kidding? When I could feel this waiting for me? You told me it would be safe and you would make it good and….” He gave another firm stroke. “Then I told you yes and you flipped me around and...Jonah!” He cried out in surprise when Jonah did just that, plastering himself against the wall in an all too familiar position when his pants and underwear were dragged over his ass and halfway down his thighs, and then freezing when his shirt tails were dragged up and his lower back bared. “Jonah?” He jumped when he felt warm breath against his skin and then a soft mouth pressed against his birthmark.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Jonah’s voice sounded choked with emotion rather than lust and Kyle jumped again when the mouth came back and Jonah said quietly against his skin, “I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long.” He pressed another kiss, saying with satisfaction, “Now I know this is real. I know what it feels like now.”
Kyle closed his eyes and felt the sting of tears against his lids. “You...you didn’t do that until we finished last time.”
“I’m going to do it every time now.” Jonah stood up and wrapped his arms around Kyle’s waist, pressing more tiny kisses to the back of his neck. “Every chance I get I’m going to kiss you there and make sure I never forget a single time ever again.” He dropped his hands, cradling Kyle’s cock for a moment before sliding around to his ass and massaging the bared skin. “This what I did next? I got you ready?”
Kyle, still dazed from Jonah’s determined vow, nodded shakily. “Yes, you opened the lube and....oh. Oh my God!” His held fell back to rest against one of Jonah’s shoulders and his legs trembled when, just like last time, one slippery finger slid straight into him and headed unerringly for where he would feel it most. “Jonah. Jonah, please!”
Jonah held him tight with one arm as his other hand moved relentlessly inside. “Hang on, I’ll get you there.” He fought to hold back as his cock dragged against one smooth ass cheek, desperate to sink inside. He pushed another finger in, already coated with lube, and twisted his wrist forcing a broken cry from Kyle. “Just a little longer.” He pushed a third finger in a few moments later and an unending stream of pleading and broken words spilled from Kyle’s mouth until he finally pulled out and stepped behind him, yanking his hips back and shoving his shirt out of the way again so he could look down on a smooth white ass and Kyle’s birthmark again. He fumbled for the condom in his pocket and pulled it out, using his teeth to open the packet and then rolled it hastily on.
Blindly, shoving his ass back, Kyle tried to speak. “Then you....you....Jonah, I can’t...”
“Yeah,” Jonah took a firm hold of Kyle’s hips and lined himself up. “I think I can take it from here.” He pushed forward, slow and relentless, and didn’t allow Kyle to move until he was fully seated inside. He closed his eyes when Kyle shuddered hard and let himself feel the heat and the tightness. “I’m sorry...I can’t....I’m not going to last.”
Kyle braced his hands on the wall more firmly and dropped his head between his splayed arms. “You don’t have to. Please, Jonah, now”
Jonah took him at his word and pulled back, driving back in with a hard thrust that took Kyle up onto his toes and made him yell with pleasure. He turned his hips slightly on the next push in and was rewarded with a high pitched cry that was almost a scream. He wrapped an arm around Kyle’s chest, forcing him up and back and then reached around to his cock and began to stroke hard and fast to match the rhythm of his pounding hips.
Kyle broke first. He felt the heat gather in his belly and his spine and tried to speak to warn Jonah that he was close and then another hard thrust into his ass had him throwing back his head and crying out wordlessly as everything froze for a moment and then burst in a mindless shock of pleasure. Behind him Jonah’s deeper cry joined his when Kyle’s ass clenched and released around his cock and he pounded blindly inside, chasing every last scrap of sensation that he could.
They stood shaking and dazed through the aftershocks, leaning heavily against the wall and then Jonah pulled back a little and kissed Kyle’s neck. “You okay?”
Blinking stupidly at the wall inches away from his nose, Kyle said mournfully, “I can’t feel my knees again.” He shivered as a cool breeze blew over his sweat damp skin and then said with much more alarm. “Oh my God, we’re in my garden. What if the neighbours heard us?”
Jonah grinned and pressed another kiss to his neck. “Relax, this is New York – they’ll probably just think you were being mugged.”
Kyle awkwardly turned his head and glared at him, questioning archly, “Rhythmically?”
Jonah burst out laughing and winced when the motion caused him to slip free of Kyle’s body. He took care of the condom – eyeing it suspiciously before tying it off – and reached out to turn Kyle around and prop him up against the wall and press a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Hey.” He smiled softly. “I know you.”
Kyle blinked up at him and touched a still shaking hand to his face. “Yes you do.” He stole a soft kiss of his own. “Finally.”
The End.