Boyfriend Material

by Jerry Cole

  Taylor moaned and thrust under him as Jason moved his head up and down, up and down, using his expert tongue to make circles around Taylor’s skin and his fingers to tug on his already tight and ready balls. He wasn’t surprised when he heard Taylor choke on a word, probably one that meant that he was just about to cum. Jason was right, of course. Taylor came in his mouth, coating his tongue with salty taste of his spunk and Jason swallowed it all, taking every drop off of Taylor’s cock, even the ones that he didn’t know were there.

  “Oh my God,” Taylor said, his eyes closed. “Oh my God, how do you make it so that it’s better every time? I didn’t even know I could cum that much.”

  Jason nodded, nuzzling into Taylor’s inner thigh. “You liked that?”

  “Like isn’t even the right word for it,” Taylor replied. “I don’t know that I do have the right word for it. That was fucking spectacular.”

  Jason looked up at his face for a second, then he swallowed. Just watching Taylor cum, feeling him cum inside his mouth, was almost enough to get him there, too. His cock was twitching as just the thought of making Taylor orgasm again when Taylor grabbed him by the hands and pulled him up carefully, so that Jason was nestled next to him on the couch, his legs over Taylor’s lap.

  Jason knew that he probably had something that he wanted to do in mind. That was the only way he managed to stop himself from asking Taylor to wrap his mouth around his cock, since he knew that the second that he did he was going to cum.

  “Jason?”

  “What is it, honey?” Jason replied. Taylor looked at him, his brow furrowed.

  “Would you — what’s being fucked like?”

  Jason looked at him and swallowed. “What do you mean?”

  “Is it the same?”

  “No,” Jason replied, moving the hair away from Jason’s face with the tips of his fingers. “It’s not the same. It’s similar, but it’s not quite the same. I don’t know, it’s like an orgasm that spreads all over your body.”

  “But I already feel like that,” Taylor replied, shaking his head. “You know, when I’m with you.”

  “I don’t know, it’s kind of hard —”

  “Can we do it?”

  Jason swallowed. He hadn’t thought that this would be something that Taylor would have ever wanted to do. Jason liked bottoming most of the time and he hadn’t minded mentally resigning himself to a life of bottoming. Well, a life of bottoming was probably going to turn out to a few sessions of bottoming, once Taylor realized the mistake he had made getting with Jason. But Taylor didn’t just want to fuck him? He wanted to get fucked by him too?

  “It’s a little uncomfortable at first,” Jason said, then he kissed Taylor on the lips. He didn’t feel like he could go more than a few moments without kissing Taylor, and that drove him crazy. In the best of ways. “But then it’s so amazing.”

  “I want you to do it,” Taylor said, returning the kiss. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” Taylor replied. “Positive.”

  “Okay,” Jason said, nodding. His head was spinning but he was trying to find a way to sound calm, even though he didn’t feel anything even close to resembling calm. “Well, we can do it whenever you’re ready or like —”

  Taylor grabbed Jason’s hand, putting it over his chest. Jason could feel his quickened heartbeat. “No, Jason, I don’t think you understand. I want you to fuck me now.”

  “Right now?” Jason said, his eyes widening.

  “Yes, honey,” Taylor said, kissing him briefly. “Right now.”

  Jason nodded, taking in a sharp breath. “You don’t know the things you do to me.”

  “Then show me,” Taylor replied. “I want to find out everything that I do to you.”

  Jason nodded again. He couldn’t talk anymore, because every one of their words was bringing him closer and closer to the edge and he couldn’t waste the opportunity to fuck Taylor. Taylor said he was sure and Taylor said he was ready. Jason swallowed again, his mouth suddenly dry and his heart thumping fast with anticipation. “Bed.”

  “Okay,” Taylor replied, smiling at him. “Let’s go to bed.”

  ***

  Taylor knew that it seemed like a big surprise to Jason when he had told him that he wanted Jason to fuck him. But he couldn’t understand. Because Taylor had been the one who had Jason under him, who had seen Jason get so carried away by pleasure that it felt like every muscle in his body had gone slack. Taylor had loved it, part of him couldn’t wait until he could fuck Jason again. Then he thought about how powerful he had felt and he had felt wrong. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why it had felt wrong, he just knew that it had. Then he had realized why, the second that Jason had started to suck him off that very same night. Taylor had felt powerful, he had felt powerful over Jason, and he didn’t want to feel like that. He wanted Jason to have the same power over him as he had. He was curious, too, more curious than he liked to admit to himself. If that was how good Jason had felt under him, then Taylor could probably feel the same way.

  And Jason would be gentle. He knew that, deep in his heart, because Jason was always gentle. He let Jason guide him back to his bedroom and kiss him until he was lying down on the bed, on his back, Jason on top of him. He was still naked and Jason was wearing far too many clothes. He was about to protest when Jason knelt up and started to undo his pants.

  “Listen,” Jason said. “If at any point you want to stop or if you’re not sure —”

  “I want this,” Taylor replied, smiling at him. He was impatient and he knew, from the obvious outline of Jason’s erection in his pants, that he was impatient too. But he also appreciated the care that Jason took when it came to him. It made him happy in a way that transcended the spark that there was between them and became about something that seemed like it was so much bigger, and so much more important than just the physical relationship between them. Once again, Jason was making Taylor feel things that he never even knew he could feel about anyone. That he never really knew he could feel, full stop.

  “Okay,” Jason replied. “But honey, I’m serious.”

  “So am I,” Taylor said. “I’m really serious, okay? I want this. I want to know what it’s like. I want — I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “Oh my God,” Jason replied, moaning. “If you keep talking like that, I may not even be able to make it. Just tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

  “Got it,” Taylor said. “It hurts me that you’re not inside me right now.”

  “Smart-ass,” Jason replied, rolling his eyes and laughing softly. He was still peeling off his clothes. “You’re probably not going to cum, just so you know. Like you’ll still orgasm, you’ll feel it all over your body, but even if you jerk yourself off you may not cum or you may only cum a little bit.”

  “Because you’ve already gotten every drop out of me?”

  “Something like that,” Jason replied. He looked glorious when he was naked, Taylor thought. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and spread it on his cock, rubbing some around Taylor’s opening and on his still sensitive balls.

  “I’m going to finger you first,” Jason said. “Though if I cum all over your ass, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  “If you cum on me, I think I’ll probably just cum again,” Taylor replied without thinking. He covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes widening. He had probably revealed too much. But Jason just bit his lower lip and groaned. He teased Taylor by running his lubed-up finger in between Taylor’s cheeks, until he finally stroked his asshole lightly. The anticipation inside of him was building up.

  “Okay, honey, take a deep breath,” Jason said. Taylor did as he was told, feeling an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation inside of him. It wasn’t mind-blowing, the way Jason had made it seem, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Then Jason fingers moved out and inside of him, and he did something with his finger, and suddenly Taylor was seeing fireworks.

  “Oh my God,�
�� Taylor heard himself say. He had started moving, thrusting his hips back and forth, though involuntarily and without even knowing that he was doing it.

  “That’s your prostate,” Jason replied, looking at him and grinning. “I have a feeling that you’re going to love this.”

  Then he sped up, hitting what Taylor now knew to be his prostate. For a second, he wondered what an orgasm would feel like. This wasn’t even an orgasm and it felt amazing. Then Jason used another finger, which took a little getting used to, but by the time he was done, Taylor was moving up and down on Jason’s hand, basically finger fucking himself without Jason’s input.

  “I think I’m ready,” Taylor said, between breaths. “Please. Please, I need you inside of me.”

  Jason didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed Taylor by the legs and inched closer to him using his knees. Then he angled Taylor so that he was ready for him and slowly penetrated him. Taylor bit his lower lip as Jason made his way inside of him. Jason had been right, it did hurt a little, but Taylor was ready. And he knew that the pleasure would be so much more than the pain once Jason started to really, really fuck him. Jason looked at him and nodded, as if he was trying to indicate that he was ready, too.

  Then he started thrusting into Taylor’s ass, at first with some hesitation, then with abandon. Taylor loved every single stroke, every single time that Jason went deep into him. It sent an electrical sensation all over his body, one that he couldn’t even try to begin to comprehend. Then the bed was shaking, and Taylor was vaguely aware that it was because Taylor’s legs were shaking, because all of his body was shaking.

  “I’m gonna cum,” Jason said in a whisper.

  Taylor nodded, his mouth open. “Yeah, Jason, cum inside of me.”

  That was all the encouragement that Jason seemed to need. He did, all as Taylor felt fireworks lighting up all over his body, until Jason pulled out and moved off of him. Jason fell on the bed, his arm falling across Taylor’s stomach, and smiled.

  “Gorgeous,” Jason said. “You’re gorgeous. Thank you for that.”

  “No,” Taylor said. He was surprised he was even able to speak after that. “No, thank you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Jason looked at a sleepy Taylor and smiled. Taylor was just waking up from staying the night, something that neither one of them had planned on. Like everything that happened between them, it had just seemed to happen naturally. Taylor wasn’t a light sleeper, so Jason had enjoyed cuddling him in several different ways without worrying about waking him up. Of course, that was a discovery that he had only made recently because it wasn’t as though Taylor had spent many nights over at his place. And the nights that he had spent over at his place had been accidental.

  All happy accidents. Taylor yawned and stretched, still naked under the duvet.

  “Good morning,” Jason said. “What do you want for breakfast?”

  “Uhh,” Taylor replied, rubbing his eyes with a fist. “I don’t know. I don’t like thinking about food this early in the morning.”

  “Early in the morning? It’s like eleven,” Jason replied, shaking his head. “How late do you normally get up?”

  “As late as possible,” Taylor replied. “And what I like thinking about is you.”

  Jason giggled. “You’re so sweet even when you’re tired.”

  “You, on the other hand, are incredibly chatty,” Taylor replied, putting a pillow over his head.

  Jason laughed, a little more loudly this time. “If you don’t want food, I won’t make you food. If you want some incredible avocado-in-egg sandwiches, though, I’m your guy.”

  “Hmmm,” Taylor said. “Yeah, that sounds really good. But don’t make too much.”

  “Why not? We have all day,” Jason replied.

  “Yeah,” Taylor said, getting up and looking away. “About that.”

  “What do you mean? What’s going on?”

  “Well,” Taylor replied, looking away from him. Jason couldn’t be sure, but he thought Taylor looked a little guilty. “There was something else I meant to bring up yesterday, but things kind of happened and I forgot.”

  Jason raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, waiting for Taylor to continue.

  “It wasn’t anything bad, I promise,” Taylor said. “It was just that after I told everyone on the team about how cool you were and stuff, they were kind of dying to meet you.”

  Jason swallowed. “They were?”

  “Yeah, and I kind of — God, I really know I should have really discussed it with you, but there is this brunch thing going on that they do every other weekend and I told them I would try and get you to go.”

  Jason cocked his head. “Wait, you want to introduce me to your friends?”

  “Yes,” Taylor replied, nodding. “I meant to ask you last night but I can barely talk when you’re around. I’m, uh, you know. Busy with other things.”

  Jason choked on a laugh, but he had to admit to himself that he was worried. Coming out was one thing, but actually going out as a couple was a whole other thing. These were all football guys, too, and Jason couldn’t help but be concerned about the way that they would react to Jason and Taylor in practice rather than in theory. He liked the sound of it, though. It made him feel like they were a real couple, one who wasn’t tethering on the edge of dissolution because of uncertainty. If Taylor wanted to tell his friends about them, and if he wanted to introduce him to them, it would have been stupid for Jason to stand in the way of that.

  Even if he would have liked to be a little more prepared.

  “Taylor,” Jason replied, slowly. “You really need to talk to me about things like this. I can’t exactly drop everything…”

  “No, I know,” Taylor said. “You absolutely don’t need to come, especially because I just dropped it on you. I get it, if you have plans or whatever — I don’t know. I guess part of me didn’t want to tell you because I was worried that you wouldn’t want to meet them.”

  Jason tried not to smile. “Why would you think I don’t want to meet them?”

  “Because it, um, makes things real. You know, not just something between you and me but really real. And I don’t know if you want that, mostly because I don’t know if you feel like I deserve it. Honestly,” Taylor replied, swallowing and sitting up. “If you feel like I don’t deserve it, I will totally understand. I was such a dick to you for no reason.”

  Jason rolled his eyes, then kissed Taylor on the cheek. “You need to stop punishing yourself. You made a mistake and I get it. I understand that this is all new for you. You don’t have to keep hurting yourself because you didn’t instantly know how to handle things.”

  “So — so you’ll come with me?”

  “Yes, honey,” Jason said. “I’ll come with you. But don’t spring stuff like this on me anymore, I need a little more time to get ready than that.”

  “Don’t worry,” Taylor replied, smiling at him. “You’ll have plenty of notice when it comes to meeting my dad.”

  He said it off-handedly, but the words made Jason’s head spin. He kissed Taylor on the cheek again and smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth. There’s a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror,” he said. “Which you can consider yours. Until you bring your own here.”

  Taylor nodded and smiled at him. “Okay, thank you. I should probably start keeping some spare clothes around too, just in case.”

  “Yeah,” Jason replied, smiling back at him. “Just in case.”

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Taylor took a deep breath before he went into the restaurant. He was holding Jason’s hand firmly, their fingers interlocked, and he wasn’t planning on letting him go. Jason seemed to think it was amusing, by the way that he kept grinning at him. He had tried to let go of Taylor’s clammy hand, but Taylor wouldn’t let him. It had been a playful kind of exchange between them, one which Taylor was happy to have. But mostly, he needed Jason to feel like he was there with him. Because he knew that he would n
eed Jason to get through this. He had been scared to come out to them in the first place, but this was real. It made it real. Jason was there, lagging behind him, but there. He was everything that Taylor needed to protect himself. Because even if his teammates weren’t as cool as they had seemed at first, he had Jason to turn back to. That made everything better, it made it all better. He wasn’t that worried about them not liking Jason, not really. He was more worried about Jason not liking them. He had told them to be on their very best behavior, because he didn’t want them to scare him. Not that Jason seemed scared. If anything, he had seemed excited and he chattered to Taylor happily in the morning as they both got ready. Jason wore make-up — just a little, nothing over the top — and Taylor watched him apply a base and a concealer around his eyes and his nose as he said something about wanting to make a good impression.

  “You want your friends to know that you’re going out with someone hot, right?” Jason had said when he had caught Taylor staring at him.

  “They could see you right now and they would know I’m going out with someone hot,” Taylor had replied. “But I love watching you get ready, so don’t stop on my account.”

  They got there late, but that was Taylor’s fault. It had been his decision to kiss Jason’s naked back while Jason was getting ready and it had been his decision to suck him off just before they were supposed to leave. Not that Jason didn’t like it, though he did remind him a couple of times that they were supposed to go. Of course he had forgotten all about that as soon as Taylor’s lips had touched his cock, and Taylor had almost forgotten that they were supposed to go in the first place the moment that Jason’s hips started moving under him. But once they were done and Jason had told him that he would be more than happy to return the favor later, they had left Jason’s house to go to the restaurant downtown.

  Of course, as usual, it was overflowing with people.

  The football team had a standing reservation, so Taylor knew which table to go to.

  “Hey, guys,” he said. The team looked at him — it was only some guys, as was the case normally. They waved at him, greeting him, saying hello. As though nothing was different than usual. “This is — this is Jason.”