and when he comes my wayjlhMay 7 2010, 03:34:55 UTC
Of course, nothing happened for over two years. But almost being killed and keeping some jackass from destroying your home planet tends to put things in perspective.
So there they were, after mutual declarations of love and also dinner, in the room they'd shared for a year, shirts off and making out on the couch, and it should have been awesome but Jim could feel Bones's hesitation, so he pulled back. "Okay, out with it."
"What?"
"Your problem."
"I don't have one."
"Bones"
He sighed. "Fine. It's this," he said, taking Jim's hand and placing it against his crotch.
Jim realized what he'd noticed was Bones trying not to get on top of him, not let him feel that hard cock trapped inside those trousers. Bones was apparently a shower and a grower, and it was all Jim could do not to purr. Instead, he smiled. "Let's take this into the bedroom."
Jim sat Bones down on his bed. "Stare at my ass," he said, turning to dive under his own bed. "I need to get something."
"You don't have to prove anything."
"I do," Jim replied, putting a small box on his bed, "but not what you think."
"Your stash?" Bones asked. "So you're gonna show me all the big dick porn you've jacked off to? Fantasy ain't reality, Jim."
"I know." Jim turned to face bones, holding a dildo the same size as the one Amy-from-Des-Moines fucked him with a few days before he met Bones. It was a little bigger than Bones's own hard cock, judging by the feel Jim just got of it.
Bones blinked. "Oh," he said. "So you've-"
"Yeah," Jim said, tossing the dildo aside. "And now I want the real thing." He started to undo his trousers.
"I'm doing that," Bones said, standing up and kissing Jim as he unfastened buttons. "How do you-"
"Just fingers," Jim said. "Maybe use more lube."
"Probably be easier after you've come."
"Don't wanna wait. Besides," he said, holding up one of Bones's hands, "your fingers are pretty big. Guess I should have known."
Bones grunted in response, pursing his lips. "Get on the bed."
"Just a sec," Jim said. He dropped to his knees and pulled Bones's trousers and briefs with him. Jim had thought often (fantasized, really) about the tantalizing glimpses he'd had of Bones's cock since that first time, but none of it compared to seeing it close-up and hard, flushed and gravity-defying, curving a bit to the left. He gave the tip a wet kiss, then sucked just the head into his mouth, working the folds of skin with his tongue before releasing it with a slurpy pop. "Wanted to say hi to-well, I'd call it Little Bones but-"
"We are not naming my dick," Bones said firmly, and pulled Jim up to his feet.
Jim crawled onto the bed and watched Bones grab the lube from the drawer. He looked at Jim, really stared, and there was a caress in that look that Jim could feel. It excited him, to have Bones ogling him like that. "Come to bed."
So there they were, after mutual declarations of love and also dinner, in the room they'd shared for a year, shirts off and making out on the couch, and it should have been awesome but Jim could feel Bones's hesitation, so he pulled back. "Okay, out with it."
"What?"
"Your problem."
"I don't have one."
"Bones"
He sighed. "Fine. It's this," he said, taking Jim's hand and placing it against his crotch.
Jim realized what he'd noticed was Bones trying not to get on top of him, not let him feel that hard cock trapped inside those trousers. Bones was apparently a shower and a grower, and it was all Jim could do not to purr. Instead, he smiled. "Let's take this into the bedroom."
Jim sat Bones down on his bed. "Stare at my ass," he said, turning to dive under his own bed. "I need to get something."
"You don't have to prove anything."
"I do," Jim replied, putting a small box on his bed, "but not what you think."
"Your stash?" Bones asked. "So you're gonna show me all the big dick porn you've jacked off to? Fantasy ain't reality, Jim."
"I know." Jim turned to face bones, holding a dildo the same size as the one Amy-from-Des-Moines fucked him with a few days before he met Bones. It was a little bigger than Bones's own hard cock, judging by the feel Jim just got of it.
Bones blinked. "Oh," he said. "So you've-"
"Yeah," Jim said, tossing the dildo aside. "And now I want the real thing." He started to undo his trousers.
"I'm doing that," Bones said, standing up and kissing Jim as he unfastened buttons. "How do you-"
"Just fingers," Jim said. "Maybe use more lube."
"Probably be easier after you've come."
"Don't wanna wait. Besides," he said, holding up one of Bones's hands, "your fingers are pretty big. Guess I should have known."
Bones grunted in response, pursing his lips. "Get on the bed."
"Just a sec," Jim said. He dropped to his knees and pulled Bones's trousers and briefs with him. Jim had thought often (fantasized, really) about the tantalizing glimpses he'd had of Bones's cock since that first time, but none of it compared to seeing it close-up and hard, flushed and gravity-defying, curving a bit to the left. He gave the tip a wet kiss, then sucked just the head into his mouth, working the folds of skin with his tongue before releasing it with a slurpy pop. "Wanted to say hi to-well, I'd call it Little Bones but-"
"We are not naming my dick," Bones said firmly, and pulled Jim up to his feet.
Jim crawled onto the bed and watched Bones grab the lube from the drawer. He looked at Jim, really stared, and there was a caress in that look that Jim could feel. It excited him, to have Bones ogling him like that. "Come to bed."
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