Boyfriend Material

by Jerry Cole

  “Or what?”

  “A partner,” Jason said, looking him up and down.

  “Well, you have one now,” Taylor said, smiling at him. “I promise. You’ll always have someone to dance with as long as I’m around. Though I can’t promise I’ll be any good, so there’s that.”

  “That’s what the class is for, right?” Jason said, grinning at him.

  “Yeah,” Taylor replied, nodding his head in agreement. “Exactly. That’s what the class is for.”

  ***

  “So,” Taylor said, as they walked back outside. They were both exhausted and covered in sweat. Taylor had spent most of the evening with Jason’s crotch near his own. He had only been able to stop thinking dirty, dirty thoughts about Jason because he kept messing up their moves and sometimes stepping on Jason’s feet. More than he liked to admit. Jason didn’t seem to mind, though, or if he did mind, he was very good at pretending that he didn’t. He laughed every single one of Taylor’s clumsy mistakes off and eventually he insisted that he be the lead, though the teacher had said that it made more sense for Taylor to lead because he was the taller one of the two. As soon as Jason started leading, Taylor’s mistakes were drastically reduced, though he kept making them. Jason couldn’t fix how clumsy he was, and choreography was not Taylor’s strong point. Still, Taylor was having fun, and by the huge smile on Jason’s face, he could tell that he was having a good time, too. “What did you think?”

  “It was wonderful,” Jason said. “Georgia is fantastic. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of her before.”

  “Well, she just moved,” Taylor said. “The studio is relatively new. There used to be like a podiatrist here or something, I’m not sure. So she’s been using word of mouth to get people to come to her class but it’s slow going, you know how it is. Anyway, I heard from one of my friends that she’s basically a secret treasure and got her to give me her spot in the class.”

  “You — you did?”

  “Shit,” Taylor said, putting his hand over his mouth. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that. You’re going to think I’m trying too hard again.”

  “I think that ship sailed,” Jason replied, laughing and shaking his head. “Like, the second you called me yesterday. So what happened?”

  “I told her,” Taylor replied, quietly. He was hoping that Jason wouldn’t hear him and wouldn’t ask him to repeat himself, but of course, that was ridiculous. “It was kind of an accident.”

  “It was an accident?”

  “I had this social I had to go,” Taylor explained, suddenly feeling really young. “Because I’m not allowed not to go to socials that the football team is invited to, you know? And she was there and she was talking about this class she was trying to do with her boyfriend but her boyfriend was being a dick. And then I was like, wait, there’s someone I want to go with, and she asked. So I told her.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, then she left and this redhead started talking to me,” Taylor replied. “So I told her I didn’t feel well and went home. Then I called Cat in the morning to ask her if she would give me her spot today and she said she would.”

  “She sounds nice,” Jason replied, raising her eyebrows.

  “Oh, you don’t have anything to worry about,” Taylor said. He meant it as a joke, but he wondered if Jason was worried about anything that Taylor did. Just the idea of it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Cat is my friend. Just my friend.”

  “I didn’t say anything,” Jason said, though he was looking away from Taylor. Then he looked right at Taylor and smiled. “Though that is good to know. I like to be made aware of my competition, if possible.”

  “There’s no competition,” Taylor replied, too quickly. Then he took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady as he continued talking. “There’s no competition, Jason. There’s only you.”

  “You’re sweet,” Jason said. He leaned up and planted a soft, quick kiss on Taylor’s cheek. “Incredibly sweet. And that was an amazing date, so thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” Taylor replied, his heart beating fast in his chest. “Do you want me to drive you home now or —”

  “No,” Jason said. “No. I’m hungry, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Taylor replied, looking down at his stomach. “Now that you mention it. I had almost completely forgotten about eating.”

  “Don’t worry,” Jason said, winking at him. “I know what that feels like. Do you want to go get some food?”

  “With — with you?”

  Jason rolled his eyes, laughing. “No, with the Queen of —”

  “Yes,” Taylor said, as soon as he realized what Jason was saying. “Yes, let’s eat.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Taylor was standing in front of Jason, looking adorably insecure.

  Taylor cleared his throat before he spoke. “So I guess — I’ll see you on Tuesday? At class?”

  “Yes,” Jason replied. “We’ll definitely see each other then.”

  This whole thing, the awkward good-bye after a date, wasn’t something that Jason had had to do for years. And while he was finding it a little amusing, he mostly found it annoying. He really wanted to see what Taylor’s next move would be, though, so he waited until Taylor stuck his hand out, as if he wanted to shake Jason’s. Jason bit his lower lip, trying to hold back laughter.

  “Really? A handshake?”

  Taylor nodded, blushing and looking at the ground, still holding his hand out. “I don’t want you to do anything that —”

  Jason kissed him on the mouth, throwing his arms around Taylor’s neck. They were so close to each other, their kisses so frequent and desperate, that they started to melt into each other. Jason’s eyes were closed and the only thing he could focus on was the way that Taylor smelled, the way that he tasted, of chocolate mint chip and rum and raisin ice cream.

  “You’re coming in, right?” Jason finally said, when he managed to pull himself away from Taylor’s magnetic lips.

  “Do you — do you want me to?” Taylor replied.

  Jason chuckled, nodding. “If I didn’t want you to, I wouldn’t have asked you to come in. Right?”

  “Yes,” Taylor said. “Right. That makes sense.”

  Then his lips found Jason’s again and they were locked in one of those mind-blowing kisses again, on the street, not even inside Jason’s place. Where everyone could see them. Jason turned away from Taylor, trying to catch his breath and give himself a break. He needed to pace himself because if things kept going the way they were, the night would end a lot quicker than it was supposed to. At least for him it would.

  “People will see us, you know,” Jason said, trying to sound seductive, his voice low and husky.

  “Fuck them,” Taylor said. “I don’t care. Let them see us. I just want to kiss you, wherever we are. If you’re okay with that.”

  “I’m more than okay with that,” Jason replied. “But I want to do more than just kiss you, Taylor.”

  “Yeah?” Taylor said, looking at him, his eyes sparkling. “Like what? What sort of things do you have in mind?”

  “I can think of so many other uses for your lips,” Jason said. He didn’t even care that he was in public anymore, and though his voice was a whisper, that wasn’t because he wanted to maintain any semblance of privacy. It had just kind of happened naturally. “But I don’t just want them, I want all of you. I want to kiss every part of you that I haven’t gotten a chance to kiss yet. Your face, your chest, your stomach, your legs. Everything about you, I need to taste it.”

  “Everything?”

  “Everything,” Jason said, licking his lower lip. “Everything.”

  He wasn’t even sure how or when it happened, but he managed to unlock the door to his house and kick it open when he wasn’t facing it. They kissed in the hallway, bumping into walls and furniture. Jason didn’t even care about the fact that there were things being knocked off the accent table, something he was usually particular ab
out. All he cared about was the fact that he was breathless and that he was kissing Taylor, that Taylor’s body was right next to him, within reach, and that his hands were on Taylor’s skin, then holding his wrists up over his head. Not because he wanted to restrain him, though he didn’t mind that. Mostly because he wanted to kiss him, and that gave him easier access to Taylor’s neck, which he attacked without restraint. Taylor was purring and moaning under his touch, under his kisses, which made Jason melt.

  Then he moved his hands to Taylor’s belt and made sure to back off for a second. He didn’t want Taylor to do something only because he was — well, whatever it was that he was. Jason felt intoxicated, delirious and scared. A little scared, at least. Not about having sex with Taylor. He’d had sex with plenty of men before, and it had ranged from fine to pretty good. But with Taylor, if things were going to keep going the same way they had before, if their kisses were any indication, it would be better than anything Jason had ever had before. He knew that Taylor had no point of comparison and he was a little worried about what the next few times would be like.

  Maybe when he got Jason out of his system Taylor would move on to someone better. Someone more suitable for him, in any case. But Jason stopped feeling inadequate when Taylor glared at him, cocking his head. “Why did you stop?”

  “I just wanted to make sure,” Jason said. “That you’re really sure about this. Really sure, Taylor.”

  “Yeah, pretty sure,” Taylor replied. Then he got a twinkle in his eye and Jason could almost predict what was coming next. “Do you want to see?”

  Jason tried to laugh, but all he managed to do was groan, this needy kind of sound that seemed to come all the way from his chest. “Yes,” Jason finally managed to say, exhaling. “I really want to see. But I need to make sure that this is what you want to do, too.”

  “Now who’s trying hard,” Taylor said, leaning down for another kiss. As soon as his lips touched Jason, Jason completely forgot about his line of questioning. He could tell, from the way that Taylor’s tongue was moving against his, from the way his soft lips were pressed against Jason’s, that he needed this. That he definitely wanted it. Maybe almost as much as Jason wanted.

  “Bedroom,” Jason moaned, breaking off the kiss. Taylor nodded and grabbed his hand. He led him all the way to his own bedroom, where they continued to kiss near the edge of the bed, until Taylor pushed him down so he was lying down and Taylor was on top of him, kissing him.

  “I’m sure,” Taylor said, looking down at Jason, straight into his eyes. “So sure.”

  Jason nodded and kissed him again, this time undoing the buttons on Taylor’s shirt. It was difficult, his hands weren’t responding that well and the buttons on Taylor’s shirt were small and finicky. His hands were sweating and his fingers were clumsy and dumb. Taylor noticed that he was struggling because he sat up, right on Jason’s crotch, and started to undo his own buttons.

  All while he slowly moved up and down, his ass right over Jason’s erection.

  Jason groaned, throwing his head back and putting his hands on Taylor’s waist to help him move along.

  “You want this too, don’t you?” Taylor said, his voice low.

  “Yes,” Jason replied, surprised he could even say any coherent words. “So much.”

  Taylor chuckled and finally took his shirt off. He was more ripped than Jason had imagined, lines on his abdomen and his pecs.

  Jason brought his hand to Taylor’s chest, trying to check if it was as hard as it looked. It was, which both surprised him and excited him. “Holy shit, you’re so hot.”

  Taylor laughed, this time throwing his head back. “This isn’t fair,” he said. “Why am I not wearing a shirt but you get to?”

  “I’ll take it off,” Jason said. He started to undo his own buttons, going from his collar down, while Taylor undid them from the one closest to his jeans, scratching him slightly every time he did so, until they met in the middle.

  His shirt was open and now Taylor’s hands were all over him, on his sides, on his abs, on his chest. Taylor’s touch was soft and slow, and he seemed to be tracing every line on Jason’s body, from the lines on his chest and the ones on his abdomen all the way to his obliques. He was so tantalizingly close to Jason’s crotch that it was hard to believe that he wasn’t even touching him yet, especially as he continued to move back and forth, ever-so-slightly, still sitting on his crotch.

  Taylor leaned down again to kiss Jason on the lips and then down all the way until he was at his stomach, stopping to nibble on his nipples for a second.

  “My jeans,” Jason said, breathlessly, while Taylor kissed above his waistband, making no move to take his pants of.

  “You want me to take them off?” Taylor said. It sounded muffled when he spoke, since he was talking into Jason’s stomach.

  “Please,” Jason said. “They’re kind of — they’re kind of uncomfortable.”

  Taylor looked up at him and smiled. “And that’s why you want me to take them off?”

  “No,” Jason replied, groaning. “I want you — I need to feel your mouth on me. Please.”

  Taylor paused for a second, frowning. “I’ve never done this before. What if I’m not any good?”

  “You’re good,” Jason replied. “Trust me.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, honey,” Jason said. “I’m very sure.”

  Taylor didn’t seem to need any more encouragement. He undid Jason’s belt buckle, not without difficulty, then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Jason could hear a sharp intake of breath when Taylor saw his erection through the fabric of his boxers, not that he hadn’t felt it before. He had felt it and he had teased Jason with it for what seemed like ages now.

  Taylor stuck his fingers inside the waistband of Jason’s pants and pulled them down.

  “You weren’t joking,” Taylor said. He brought his lips to Jason’s erection, which was still maddeningly covered in fabric, and kissed him softly.

  “Please,” Jason said. He knew that he probably sounded like he was pleading, but there was only so much more of this teasing that he could take. When Taylor kissed him on the mouth, it was almost enough to drive him over the edge. When he was legitimately kissing his cock — though not properly — Jason knew that he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

  “Fine,” Taylor said. He moved Jason’s boxers down and kissed right above his cock, then Taylor ran his tongue up and down Jason’s erection. Jason thought that there was no way he could get any more turned on, but as soon as Taylor was running his tongue up and down his cock, he felt himself getting harder. Jason closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the sensation overwhelm him as Taylor took him inside his mouth. At first, it was just the head of his cock, which Taylor sucked slowly, steadily, with a certain attentiveness that Jason hadn’t been expecting after their passionate exchange of kisses. It was a good thing that he switched up, too, and decided to start moving his head up and down, because Jason didn’t want to cum in his mouth without announcing it and that was what he had been sure was about to happen.

  Taylor moved his head up and down, steadily, then faster and faster. Jason ran Taylor’s hair through his fingers, then held on to Taylor’s head, helping guide him as he throat fucked himself. Every part of his body seemed to scream out in pleasure as he tried to shout, moan, verbalize some sort of warning. But it was all for nothing, since he came in spurts in Taylor’s mouth. That seemed to catch Taylor a little off-guard. He moved up and kept his mouth on Jason’s cock, though he stopped moving his head. He still used his tongue on Jason’s slit and then he swallowed all his spunk, only coughing a little bit as Jason came.

  Jason set his gaze on Taylor, who was wiping his mouth with his hand.

  “Sorry,” Jason said. “Shit, sorry, I meant to warn you, I was just so close and —”

  Taylor shook his head, not saying anything. He moved up to the headboard and kissed Taylor. He stuck his tongue in Jason’s mouth, giving him one
of those incredible kisses. Other than tasting of ice cream, now Taylor tasted of him, too, and he was clearly marking his territory, every kiss a silent I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, making Jason feel like he was almost ready to come again even though he just had a few seconds ago.

  “Wait,” Jason said, pushing him softly away. “Wait. What about you?”

  “What about me?” Taylor replied, grinning at him.

  “Just so you know, it’s pretty standard for both guys to get off during something like this,” Jason said. Now that Taylor’s mouth wasn’t on him, he was starting to think a little more clearly. Just barely, though, since his mind was still foggy with traces of Taylor’s kisses.

  “I don’t care,” Taylor whispered. “I don’t care if I never get off as long as I get to see you do that again.”

  “Cum?”

  “Yeah,” Taylor said, nodding, his eyes half-closed. “As long as I get to see you come again.”

  “Taylor,” Jason said, kissing him on the lips softly, then moving away before it could turn into something else. “Do you want to want to fuck me?”

  Taylor’s eyes widened as he looked him up and down. “Do you — do you want me to?”

  “If you want to see me cum again,” Jason replied, brushing the hair away from Taylor’s eyes. “Then the easiest way to do that is by fucking me.”

  Taylor looked like he was shivering, suddenly, and Jason started to feel bad. A blow job was one thing, but fucking a guy up the ass, that was an entirely different thing. For Jason, neither one of them was a big deal, but before Taylor had met Jason, he had considered himself straight. Jason sat up and wrapped his arms around a trembling Taylor. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said into Taylor’s ear. “It’s okay, honey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I can suck you off or —”

  “No,” Taylor said. His voice was breaking.

  Jason swallowed, his heart beating fast in his chest. This time, it wasn’t from anticipation, it was from dread. Had he just done something terrible to this sweet boy? “Okay,” Jason said, trying his best to keep his own voice from breaking. “We can just go to sleep then, or if you want to go home —”