Slash Fic: More Than Friends And Brothers, 4/22
Title: More Than Friends And Brothers, chapter 4: Show, Don't Tell
Author: Germankitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash/Romance
Pairing: Jason/Tommy
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing in that sandbox. If there is money being handed out evar, sign me up, please?
Feedback: Yes, pretty please?
Summary: Jason and Tommy take the next step in their relationship. Follows directly after ch.3, "Something's Gotta Give".
Warning: Language and sex scenes are getting explicit now; I'm rating it NC-17 for a reason. Yes, that reason. If that squicks you, don't read.
Disclaimer: Someone else's sandbox; I'm only playing here.
Note: In response to the LJ PRSW22 challenge; theme #19, safety. Brace yourselves, people - the rating goes up to NC-17 with this. *evil grin* As my boys get to have some fun at last, I hope you will, too! Feedback, as always, is appreciated.
More Than Friends And Brothers
Chapter 4: Show, Don't Tell
By Germankitty
Never had a bed looked so large.
Tommy had only thrown back the covers as he got up that morning, and the slightly rumpled white sheet gleamed invitingly in the ruddy glow from the setting sun coming through the open window. A soft breeze fluttered the curtains and carried with it the scent and sounds of spring - grass, mountain air, the faint tang of water from the nearby lake, all punctuated by the sleepy chirping of birds as they sought perches for the fast-approaching night. It was peaceful, and had seemed rather calming while they'd still been sitting outside on the cabin's porch. Now, though … he couldn't help but wish that he'd taken the time to make his bed earlier that day. Not only did it look vaguely untidy (even though his housekeeping habits, or lack thereof, were the last thing on Tommy's mind), it practically screamed 'come on; lie down on me'. Which was the purpose why they'd come here, really, but the obviousness was nonetheless unnerving.
The bedroom door clicked softly shut behind them, and even though it had been his own suggestion to take the next step in their relationship, Tommy felt the butterflies in his stomach start another dive-bomb. He gulped, but wouldn't back out now. He didn't know whether it was pride, ego, plain stubbornness or desire that held him rooted against the nearest wall, but whatever it was, he clung to it with all his might.
Enviously, he watched Jason wander over to the window. Why was he almost paralyzed with nerves - again - while his best friend seemed so casual about everything? *I'm not afraid of Jase! What, then? Just the unknown - what we're gonna do? I guess so,* he sighed inwardly. Tommy fought against his incipient panic as Jason drew the drapes partially closed, casting the bedroom into dimness. They could still see each other clearly enough, but at least the bed lost some of its dominance. Tommy drew a shuddering breath, willing himself to either move or at least say something, but before his brain connected to his throat or leg muscles, Jason spoke.
"It's kind of unreal, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
Tommy heard more than saw Jason's smile. "Us. Here. Together in a bedroom … at last."
"Um, yeah," he stammered, but Jason didn't seem to hear.
"I mean, I've waited so long for this … wanted it - wanted you - so much … and now that it's finally happening, I almost can't believe it." There was wonder in the deep voice, as well as a note of relief and satisfaction, but most of all the same warmth that had always been there for Tommy whenever he'd needed Jason's support. That realization succeeded in calming the butterflies, and Tommy felt an answering smile form around his mouth.
"Yeah." He was still standing immobile by the door, but some of the tension left his back and he managed to relax a little. "But it is real …"
"I know. I don't think I could stand it if it weren't," Jason said. "I've been here" - his gesture encompassed both the bedroom and the two of them - "so often in my dreams and fantasies, only to wake up somewhere else and alone … I'm almost afraid to say or do anything in case I'm still dreaming."
*Oh. So I'm not the only one having kittens - Jase is, too? Whew.*
"You're not," Tommy replied. "I'm as real as you … and so's this." He, too, gestured faintly towards the bed. Jason's oblique admission of his own case of nerves calmed him like nothing else could have. It also enabled him to confess his still-present nervousness. "I still wish I knew how to get from where we are right now to there." He nodded in the direction of his bed.
Jason chuckled softly. "It's only a half-dozen steps, tops," he teased. "For you, that is … and maybe a couple less for me." Which summed up their respective positions in the room pretty well, Tommy had to admit - but it wasn't the physical distance which concerned him. In his mind, Jason's previous experience with men made the effort to move to - and into - the bed seem much less than was indicated by their distance to the soft surface in the center of the room.
"Maybe, but six steps can be a very long way," Tommy muttered, looking down towards the floor. Irrelevantly, he noticed that he hadn't bothered with socks after his swim; his naked feet were encased by a pair of comfortable, well-worn pair of mocassins - a present from David a few years ago.
'So much the better,' he heard the small voice he sometimes hated comment matter-of-factly in one corner of his mind. 'It's always awkward to take one's socks off; one less thing to worry about.'
To his surprise, Tommy had to admit that was true; while peeling sheer stockings from a slender female leg could be exciting and sexy, he had trouble associating the procedure with a muscular, hairy thigh and plain white athletic socks. Involuntarily, he grinned and snuck a peek at Jason's feet. *Whew.* There would be no problem; when he'd changed out of his slacks into the light chinos, Jason obviously had discarded his stockings as well. Which somehow led to the question was else his friend wasn't wearing underneath, and Tommy blushed as he pictured Jason going commando. Surely he wouldn't?
*Knowing Jase, he might … especially as he's taken a shower before dinner; his hair was still damp. Um.* He swallowed as the mental image caused a definite twitch in his genitals and had to fight the temptation to adjust himself. Tommy almost blurted out his suspicion, but checked his runaway mouth just in time. No way was he going to ask that! Instead, he put forth another question.
"Aren't you nervous at all?"
The smile vanished from Jason's expression. Slowly, he came forward until he was less than a foot from Tommy.
"Give me your hand?" he requested softly, reaching out.
Slightly puzzled, Tommy complied. He found his hand grasped and guided to the broad chest.
"Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what?" But he had his answer almost right away. Under the black-and-burgundy polo shirt, Jason's heartbeat was fast and heavy - almost as if he'd just finished a strenuous exercise session. "Oh …"
Jason shrugged slightly. "Yeah. That's what being here with you is doing - what you're doing - to me," he murmured. "If I were any jumpier, I'd bolt right out."
Somehow, feeling the triphammer beating under his fingers settled the still-restless swarm of butterflies in his stomach to an occasional flutter, and Tommy relaxed at last. Instinctively, his fingers curled, exploring the warmth of Jason's skin through the thin fabric. To his astonishment and delight, he could detect a tiny disturbance in the rhythm under his palm. It gave him back some much-needed courage.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not anymore."
Jason allowed himself a relieved grin and drew Tommy into a loose embrace. "Whew."
Tommy chuckled, still somewhat nervously, but returned the hug easily enough. "That still doesn't tell me how to get from here to there." The tension between them visibly reduced; this was familiar, if new, territory between them. As long as Jason held him like this, he could feel … safe. Tommy found he liked that feeling; had missed it in the yet-uncharted area of taking Jason as his lover.
Jason placed a playful kiss against Tommy's jaw. "Well … usually, one starts with the first step," he suggested.
"Which would be … what?" *Shit, did I just sound provocative?*
If the friendly leer in Jason's eyes as he pulled back slightly to look at him was any indication, he had.
"I'd say … getting undressed."
*Oh boy.* It was the next logical step. Tommy had known it was coming, and yet, confronted with the immediate necessity, found himself nearly paralyzed once more. Slowly, he let his arms fall to his sides, swallowed hard … then nodded. "O-okay."
Easily, Jason smiled. "Hey, don't worry; I'm not going to rip off your clothes like some demented pirate in a trashy romance novel," he said. "Unless you want me to, that is?"
"No!" Alarmed against his will, Tommy flinched and stared wide-eyed at his best friend. "You wouldn't … would you?" His voice almost cracked. Instantly, Jason reached out and touched a lean cheek.
"No. Mind, I think it might be fun one day, when we're both equally horny and impatient, but definitely not tonight. Tonight … I want to, well, enjoy everything. Savor it, y'know?"
"Uh, yeah." That prospect was almost as alarming as being ravished would be, Tommy thought, but reckoned he could deal with 'savoring' more easily than anything else.
'If you ever get around to it, anyway,' his inner nemesis commented grumpily. 'Will you stop hemming and hawing and get on with it already?!?'
*Right. Showtime.* Sighing surreptitiously, Tommy squared his shoulders. "So, um … what … er, how …" Flustered, he spread his arms, focussing on the technicalities first. "Do you want to, um, undress me, or do I undress you, or what?" He knew from his experience with Kat that the concept of two people undressing each other simultaneously belonged into romance novels as well; in practice, arms and other body parts just got in the way and one usually ended in a hopeless tangle of limbs and clothes.
Apparently, Jason had made similar experiences, judging from his wry grin and headshake. "Nah.Granted, stripping you - or stripping for you - sounds kinda hot, but again, I think we'd better leave that for another time, okay?"
"Okay," Tommy agreed, trying not to let a sudden fantasy of watching Jason 'strip for him' overwhelm his going-into-hyperdrive mind. Given his Bro's general lack of inhibition, that would be quite a sight to behold … and Tommy resolved there and then that one day in the not-too-distant future he'd want to watch what was surely going to be a memorable performance. However, he definitely was no more ready for that than he was for the ravishing Jason had hinted at earlier. But he could give in to another impulse - he turned his head into Jason's touch and lightly kissed the warm palm. "Then … how …?"
Jason smiled at the kiss and trailed his fingers across Tommy's lips to the neck of his t-shirt, then down his chest to the hem. Playfully, he lifted it an inch or so and tugged once before stepping back a couple of paces. "Why don't we undress together? After all, we've done that more often than I can remember."
Ah, yes. Another safe place. While they'd never taken off their clothes in each other's presence as a prelude to intimacy, Jason was right - they had done it before.
"Sure."
***
Gathering his courage, Tommy gripped his shirt bottom with crossed arms. Across from him, Jason was doing the same. Resisting the impulse to actually start a countdown, he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then pulled upwards. He was momentarily blinded by fabric, but as soon as he tugged the shirt over his head (sending mental thanks to whatever fate had prevented it from getting snagged by his ears), he looked at his friend. To his relief, Jason let his polo shirt drop to the floor at almost the same moment, and they were facing each other bare-chested.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Jason asked softly.
"No," Tommy replied, too busy with taking in his friend's smooth, muscular torso. Although he'd seen Jason shirtless many times, trained and sparred with him - not to mention gone swimming and whatnot, even touched him on a lot of occasions - for some reason it was different now. After a second or two, he realized why; for the first time except in his most secret fantasies was he looking at Jason with a specific purpose in mind. Namely, what it would be like to run his hands over those impressive muscles in a caress … and follow his fingers with his lips. His mouth went dry.
Trying not to appear completely clueless, Tommy kicked off his shoes next, barely noticing the clatter of Jason's footwear hitting the floorboards at nearly the same time. Now only a few articles of clothing separated them from total nudity. *Four things … three, if Jase isn't wearing anything underneath. Aw, man!*
"And now?" Tommy rasped, needing Jason to take the lead again even though his own hands were already dropping to his waistband of their own volition.
Jason shivered imperceptibly as he noticed, and it wasn't due to the soft evening breeze wafting through the window. Slowly, deliberately, he followed suit. "Now … off with the next thing?" he suggested huskily, and unsnapped the button on his fly. Tommy nodded mutely and mirrored each of Jason's movements, from pulling down the zipper to peeling off his pants and shoving them down his hips. When both pairs were puddling on the floor, they stepped out and away … directly towards each other.
To Tommy's half-shameful relief, Jason was wearing underwear - tight white retro boxers with a rather intriguing bulge in front. He felt his own briefs grow tight, and blushed. They were barely a foot apart now; there was no way Jason could not notice that his penis was already halfway stretched and filled. Especially not when the dark eyes were roaming his body so intently from head to foot.
Jason dearly wanted to just reach out and draw Tommy into his arms, to feel his Bro's skin against his own, but despite Tommy's compliance so far he could still detect some uncertainty in his eyes. It wouldn't do to go too fast; if he did, he just might scare Tommy off again. And they'd come too far today to go back now. So he contented himself with drinking in the sight of the lean, muscular body, clad only in a skimpy pair of red briefs. However, Jason did allow himself an appreciative whistle.
"You look good enough to eat, Bro."
Tommy gulped nervously. So did Jason, especially with the room's half-light outlining his muscles enticingly, but for the life of him he couldn't say it.
"Er, thanks."
Jason chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do it … not tonight, anyway," he added with a teasing grin. "No promises about the next time, though - or any time after that."
The mental image and the implied assurance that there would be a next time caused another definite stirring in Tommy's groin, and he shuddered slightly. Jason noticed, and hid a satisfied grin. His best friend might still be nervous, but he definitely was interested. The important thing now was to get him over his anxiety, to introduce him gently to the pleasures of males-only sex, and the way to accomplish that was to take things as easy as possible.
*And the first - well, next - step will be to get Tommy into bed with me!*
To that end, Jason glanced sideways at the bed. "Shall we?" he gestured.
*Gulp.* "Um, right," Tommy murmured, but found himself once more unable to move. Instead, he watched Jason saunter to the far side of the mattress and place one knee on the edge. Jason then looked back at him.
"Join me, Tommy," he requested softly. "Please?"
How could he refuse that invitation? Silently cursing the stiffness in his knees, Tommy walked slowly to the opposite side of the bed. He sought the dark eyes across the double-sized expanse, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do now. His first time with Kat had been laughably easy in comparison! "Uh, do we get under the cover, or …"
"Nah. It's warm enough not to, and it would only get in the way later, don't you think?"
"I … I guess …"
Jason smiled reassuringly. "Let's just lie down together, okay? Like we always used to do on our camping trips ... on our sleeping bags?"
*Oh. Okay, I can do that.*
"Sure."
Gathering his courage, Tommy sat down and swung up his feet, feeling by the dip and movement of the mattress that Jason was doing the same. They nearly collided in the middle, but somehow got their legs sorted out and soon were lying next to each other - Tommy on his back and Jason stretched out by his side, his head propped on one hand.
"I can't wait until you're comfortable enough so I can touch you," Jason confessed in a near-whisper. "I want so much to explore your body … to kiss you all over … this is my dream come true." His lips twitched wryly. "Well, one of them."
That startled Tommy, although it really shouldn't have - after all, during the past few months his friend had several times admitted that ever since he'd recognized he was bisexual, he'd had fantasies about the two of them together. It was both daunting … and exciting.
"You've dreamed about me?"
"You know I have," Jason replied calmly. "And maybe some day I'll even tell you about them."
"Why not now?" Tommy asked without thinking, suddenly curious.
The other laughed. "I will - if you think you're ready to listen to some rather hot 'n' raunchy scenarios about what I'd love to do to you … and what I wish you'll do to me one of these days."
The butterflies returned with a vengeance, and Tommy sucked in a surprised breath. Was he ready for 'hot and raunchy'? *Uh, maybe not.* So he smiled ruefully and shook his head on the pillow.
"I'll take a rain check, if you don't mind."
"'Course not."
Hearing the easy acceptance, it dawned on Tommy that he was quite familiar with their present situation. As Jason had mentioned earlier, it was just like it used to be; the two of them lying side by side somewhere - one or the other's room, a shared tent, that sunny secluded spot in the Scotts' garden or on the beach, talking about hopes and dreams. It was even okay to move just a little and have his shoulder or legs come into contact with Jason's body. If anything, it provided him with a sense of 'been there, done that' and helped Tommy to relax. True, the dreams they'd shared had had little to do with intimacy nor been so, well, personal, but the very familiarity made it safe. Thus, Tommy could make a somewhat cheeky confession of his own.
"Besides, I doubt your fantasies would be very different from what I've researched," he remarked innocently. As he suspected he would, Jason did a classic double take.
"Research? What research?"
"About male-male sexual interaction," Tommy declared just a little pompously. "Just because I lack your actual experience doesn't mean I'm incapable of gathering information in other ways. I am a scientist, after all."
"Yeah, and now you sound like Billy Lite," Jason snorted, amused. "What other ways - did you rent gay porn flicks?" It was the first thing coming to his mind and he wasn't very serious about it - in his experience, Tommy really wasn't the type to look at porn. Hell, even when they'd been teenagers at high school together, he'd been the one least likely to snatch someone's (usually an older brother's) copy of Playboy or Hustler in the locker room to drool over! Much less some generally more hardcore same-sex stuff. But to Jason's surprise, his shot in the dark hit the bull's eye.
Tommy blushed fiercely, and squirmed uncomfortably. He longed to protest the 'Billy Lite' quip - a term coined by Rocky when he'd first gotten his reading glasses during college - but hesitated just a fraction of a second too long.
To his chagrin, Jason was watching Tommy intently and thus had no problem detecting both the blush and Tommy's consternation.
"You didn't," he crowed, slightly shocked and yet delighted.
Caught, Tommy shrugged sheepishly. "Well …"
"Oh boy." Jason couldn't help snickering. "I just hope those flicks or whatever didn't give you any false impressions on the average guy's, ah, equipment and stamina," he chuckled. "I've been told once or twice I'm good, but Super Stud I'm not!" Leaving Tommy no time to reply to his mild boast, he just laughed again, leaned over and kissed him, mouth quivering with suppressed mirth. Tommy responded readily enough, his own lips twitching. Somehow, their mutual amusement glossed over the fact that they had now ended up practically in each other's arms. Their tongues dueled briefly, then Jason drew back. His eyes were very soft.
"How about we augment your *cough* research with a little hands-on experiment then?"
This was it - the moment of no return. And Tommy knew suddenly that he was ready. He laid a hand on Jason's neck, feeling his pulse throb in the vein. His own eyes darkened with anticipation.
"I suppose you mean that literally?" he murmured.
"Very much literally," Jason answered, emphasizing it with another brief kiss.
Committing himself, Tommy nodded. "Okay. So show me."
"Show? Don't you want me to explain stuff first?" Jason wondered, somewhat taken aback by the abrupt turn of events. He'd half expected he would have to talk Tommy through this just so he wouldn't be spooked, but …
It was Tommy's turn to grin. "I think 'show, don't tell' will work better for us than 'show and tell," he said, not entirely joking. "We are adults, after all …"
The suggestiveness in the tenor voice wasn't lost on Jason. His body responded by growing fully erect, and he smiled slowly, wolfishly.
"Couldn't agree more," he replied. "Besides, I just may have a better use for my mouth than talking." With that, he slipped one arm under Tommy's shoulders, took a firm hold, bent over his friend and covered his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Tommy froze. This was a kiss like no other they'd shared so far.
For one thing, they were both nearly naked; for another, they'd never kissed in a bedroom, actually in bed together. He made himself relax by sheer force of will, and opened his lips. Jason's tongue immediately invaded his mouth, seeking out its counterpart and tangled with it. Tommy tried to hold back just a little, but the moist intruder wouldn't let him, engaging him in an erotic tango that did no longer ask, but demanded a response. So he did, a part of his mind hoping that Jason would ease up, but instead found himself held even more firmly, Jason's free hand placed against his cheek so that Tommy had to allow the gentle domination. There was only room for one hazy thought.
*Oh hell, Jase means business!*
***
What kind of business was left unclear for the moment as Jason released him, but remained poised over his friend. He was panting a little, and there was a strange glitter in his eyes that sent a flutter of arousal through Tommy. Suddenly breathless, Tommy swallowed and instinctively licked his tingling lips.
"Don't do that," Jason growled softly as his cock reacted with a demanding pulse to the sight of the wet organ flickering over the mouth he wanted on him. *Or be in. Hell, YEAH!*
"W-why not?" Tommy wondered, teetering between confusion and growing excitement.
"Because."
*Because what?* He wanted to know what Jason meant by that rather cryptic response, but no sooner had the thought formed Tommy found himself on the receiving end of a second, even more demanding kiss. It effectively shut down his brain altogether, and all he could do was react. He was slightly better prepared this time; although he couldn't decide just yet whether he liked having control pretty much taken away from him or if he should try to win it back, it felt definitely enjoyable. Which was probably why his body made the decision for him and just went with the flow - namely, permitting Jason liberties with his mouth he'd never taken before.
By the time Jason finally had explored every last recess, they were both breathing hard.
"God, I love kissing you," Jason whispered against Tommy's lips.
"Mmm." Tommy was too dazed by the onslaught of sensations to be more erudite, but his inarticulate half-moan seemed to convey his agreement well enough. He dragged his eyes open and looked into the midnight eyes so close to his own. The sparkle there was almost as exciting as the sensual smile hovering around Jason's lips as he ran a finger down Tommy's cheek in a brief caress.
"Hold onto your hat, Bro; our ride is just beginning!"
"Wha-" *-t do you mean?* Tommy meant to ask, but never managed to do so; the warm mouth closed over his again, but instead of giving him yet another deep, lusty kiss Jason nipped softly at Tommy's lips with his own, coaxing them open. Willing himself to just go along for now, Tommy complied … and gasped when Jason teasingly licked at the corner of his mouth.
It was just for a second, and should have been much more innocent than the hot assault of moments ago, but it wasn't - instead, the moist caress shot a spark directly into his groin. He grew instantly, fully hard.
"Jaaaasssssssssssse …!"
Jason laughed softly when he heard the excited hiss and swept his tongue-tip across to the other side.
"Like that?"
Electric currents were igniting more and more of Tommy's senses. "Shit, yes," he moaned, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow. He wanted more deep kisses, no, he wanted more of those teasing licks - preferably not only on his mouth! - no, he wanted Jason to stop … *No! NOT stop!* his body insisted … he wanted … MORE!
Unsure exactly more of what he wanted, Tommy arched against Jason, grabbing unsuccessfully for his head to hold him in place. That maddening mouth immediately left his, but before he could protest fastened itself to the side of his neck, nipping at the large vein that ran to his shoulder. Tommy hissed sharply at the light sting and felt more than heard Jason's pleased chuckle.
"Relax, Bro," the deep voice murmured soothingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
*No, just drive me mad … ooohhh!* Rational thought chose that moment to take a holiday.
Jason continued to lick and nibble his way down to Tommy's collarbone, liking the way his friend moaned softly at every caress. He also liked the way Tommy was starting to shiver all over - and he knew it wasn't because he was cold. Reaching the hollow at the base of Tommy's throat, he lingered there, pressing tiny kisses all over the patch of skin. Jason then took hold of Tommy's shoulder more firmly and shifted to give himself room to maneuver. In his estimation, the time was now right to venture further, so he added the fingers of his free hand to the mix.
***
He started by skimming his fingertips across the muscular chest, sometimes feather-light, then with broader, firmer sweeps of his whole hand. He outlined the well-defined muscles from shoulder to navel, glad of the fact that like himself, Tommy kept his torso hairless - a remnant of their days as active competitors on the karate circuit. Even though neither competed anymore due to their professional obligations, it had long since become a habit for both of them … and it was so much more pleasurable when one wanted to lick and suck on a sensitive nipple! *Girls sure have it easier there than guys!* But first he had to prepare his friend for this new experience.
Wondering hazily through his own rising lust whether Tommy would be sensitive to that kind of stimulation - not all men were - , Jason started to draw circles on Tommy's chest, all the while never letting up on his gentle assault on his Bro's skin. His fingertips wandered closer and closer to one small brown nub, and when Jason finally reached his goal was rewarded with another loud hiss that definitely indicated pleasure - at least if he read the simultaneous shudder correctly.
"You like that?" he whispered.
"Uungh!" Tommy's incoherent moan was answer enough - as was the clenching of his hands in the sheet beneath them. Emboldened, Jason pinched gently, evoking a muted "Fuck!" *Soon, Bro … soon!* He grinned to himself and applied himself further, letting his kisses drift slowly but inexorably to the knot of tissue hardening under his fingers. At last, he reached his target … and stopped.
Tommy knew what was coming; after all, he had used quite a similar technique on Kat's soft mounds often enough, but surprisingly found himself left hanging. Reluctantly, he pried his eyes open and lifted his head slightly off the pillow.
"J-jase?" he rasped.
"Yes?" The small word sent a tiny gush of warm breath across his skin, and Tommy shuddered as his gaze met the barely-banked fire in the dark eyes.
"What … why …" He could barely think, much less form a coherent sentence, so Tommy settled for arching his chest, hoping he could connect with that exciting mouth. Maddeningly, Jason wasn't playing along, just held himself an inch or so away … and Tommy firmly to the mattress.
"What do you want, Tommy?" he asked in a low voice that betrayed a hint of his own excitement.
*Shit, I can't believe he's making me ask for it!*
But it didn't matter; Tommy was too awash in sensation to really care. *Besides, it's kind of a turn-on …oh fuck.* "Your mouth," he groaned, defeated ... and yet feeling strangely victorious that he could beg. "On me!"
He was rewarded by a slight pinch on his nipple, a little harder this time. "Where? Here?"
"Yeah," he confirmed breathlessly. "Please?"
"Okay," Jason rumbled, flicking a blunt nail over the hardened nub. Tommy shivered again. "One thing, though."
"Wh-what?" Tommy managed. He wanted this badly, even though he hadn't known he could scant minutes ago.
"Watch me," Jason replied, making it not quite a command. With difficulty, Tommy lifted his head once more, opened his lids to a mere slit and fixed his eyes on his friend's face. The slow, wolfish smile forming around Jason's mouth as he observed this caused Tommy to hold his breath … only to dissolve in a long, drawn-out moan as he saw and felt Jason's tongue connect with his nipple. He began to tremble; even more so when the warm, surprisingly soft lips fastened around the aching nerve point and strong teeth bit ever so gently into his flesh.
Tommy had often wondered why Kat had loved it so when he'd sucked on her breasts; now he knew. He'd never imagined that he himself would be almost as sensitive; for some reason, she'd never reciprocated, just gone straight for his genitals. Which were clamoring for attention as well - more insistently when Jason flicked his tongue-tip back and forth repeatedly while ever so slightly increasing the pressure of his teeth. Tommy couldn't help himself, he bucked his hips.
Recognizing the action for what it was, namely a blatant invitation to get on with it, Jason gladly complied and let his hand sweep lower, skimming the waistband of Tommy's briefs. He had to be careful not to grab the engorged organ straining against the red cotton, but he wasn't going to spook Tommy now that he finally had him where he wanted him - panting with desire in his arms.
The barely-perceptible touch across his abs sent a spark of electricity directly into Tommy's aching shaft, and he hissed. The sharp sound transmuted into a deep groan, however, when Jason placed his hand squarely onto his straining cock. He lingered for a few seconds without moving, letting the warmth from his palm seep through the cotton of Tommy's briefs, then slowly closed his fingers around the distended length. It fit perfectly, as much as he could tell through the thin fabric barrier, and Jason ventured a first stroke even as he started to suck hard on Tommy's nipple.
Tommy's reaction was immediate, and gratifying - a long-drawn-out moan and another, more insistent upward thrust. Jason established a steady rhythm with fingers and mouth, being careful not to pump too fast as the friction of cotton could easily chafe the sensitive skin. He wanted his best friend wild with lust, not discomfort!
*If the way he's thrashing is any indication, I'm doing okay,* Jason thought hazily and just a little smugly as he continued to lick, nibble and rub, fighting his own need to rip the last remaining garment from Tommy's body … and his own. *Man, I want his hand - or better yet, his mouth - on me so bad right now!* But the still-rational part of him, the one which told him in no uncertain terms that Tommy wasn't quite ready yet, held him back. Even if the idea of engaging in a sixty-nine with Tommy right here, right now was enough to make his own testicles ache with need. Instead, he reached a little further down and cupped Tommy's balls, gently kneading them in his fingers. Thrilled, he felt the strong legs open, giving him better access, and Jason gladly obliged.
His patience was rewarded soon after when, suddenly unable to stand even the light cottony constriction of his briefs, Tommy cast caution to the wind. Making an unsuccessful grab for Jason's arm, he bucked against his Bro once more.
"Take them off, Jase," Tommy gasped.
Regretfully yet eagerly, Jason abandoned the swollen nipple. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Tommy replied. "Do it, now!"
Jason swallowed, then nodded. "Okay." He slid his hand inside the elastic, grasped the edge and pulled. Tommy raised his butt from the mattress to help and together they managed to work the tight briefs downward. A few impatient wiggles, a determined push, and Tommy kicked his restricting underwear off. Past caring, he lay back and spread his thighs invitingly.
"Make me come …"
"Oh yeah," Jason breathed, taking a second to feast his eyes on his best friend. He wanted to savor the moment, wanted to bend over and swallow the engorged cock whole, wanted to make it last, wanted the moment to never end … and found that his hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, was already reaching for the satiny shaft.
Tommy started to tremble. This was it - the first time another man ever touched him intimately. Somehow, everything that had gone on between them before - the passionate kisses, the playful groping, even Jason's foreplay of only moments ago - paled beside the thrill of strong fingers closing so knowingly around his rock-hard penis. Panting for breath, he quelched the impulse to freeze, to push the warm hand away despite everything and waited for what was sure to come next. It didn't take long. He inhaled sharply as Jason pumped once and instinctively jerked his hips. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Jason took a firmer hold and began a steady up-and-down motion, using his own favorite rhythm until he could learn what Tommy liked best.
Tommy found himself awash in sensation; his mind was still trying to wrap itself around the concept that it was Jason, his best friend, his Bro who was masturbating him so expertly, but his body soon overrode any such concerns and just reveled in the waves of sheer pleasure radiating outward from his groin. *It's been a long time since I've had a partner,* he thought woozily through his clamoring hormones, but that little voice in his mind which had first encouraged him to fantasize about his friend so long ago spoke up again.
'Don't kid yourself. Yeah, it's been awhile, but you'd be just as excited if you'd gotten laid only yesterday. This is Jason!'
And that made all the difference, Tommy realized. Yes, there was the slight taboo factor of being in bed with another guy which contributed to his excitement, but the main - and most important - thing was that he could sense the love between them - in every touch, in every tiny shifting of fingers on his cock. Without that love, he and Jason wouldn't even be here … in bed, together, having sex - no, making love. Expressing themselves through touch, and there could not be any regret. So he gave in to his feelings with no further compunction, determined to enjoy himself thoroughly, and moaned his pleasure.
Jason smiled slowly as he felt Tommy let go of the last bit of tension; he would have liked to swarm all over his body, to satisfy his own craving for contact, but this first time was too momentous, for both of them. Sure, he was no novice with men, but had never experienced the kind of connection, of sheer emotion with any of his previous partners. That belonged solely to his best friend. The others … they had just been bed partners; Tommy would be his lover. *Big difference!* Besides, watching Tommy abandon himself to what he was doing to him had its own rewards. Telling his raging hormones sternly to wait their turn, Jason leaned up on one elbow (a bit awkwardly, as his forearm was still under and around Tommy's shoulders), and concentrated on giving Tommy every benefit of his expertise and upped the tempo.
Within a short time, he was rewarded by Tommy pumping his hips in synch with his strokes, trying to prolong and intensify the contact. Jason could feel the heavy balls tightening just under the edge of his hand, and knew that it wouldn't take long now. He tightened his grip a fraction and increased the speed a little more - enough to send Tommy over the edge.
"AH!"
Tommy came with a small cry of pleasure, releasing his seed in three or four tiny spurts, and found that one advantage of having a male partner was that Jason knew exactly what to do in this moment - namely, stop the friction and just hold him until his orgasm passed. *Kat never did that …she always wanted to go on, the way she liked it …*
Slumping bonelessly back onto the mattress, Tommy waited until the last wave of pleasure had passed before reluctantly opening his eyes. When he managed it at last, he looked directly into the midnight eyes of his lover.
'Mmm. I like the sound of that,' his inner voice purred, shamelessly satiated.
Tommy had to smile. *So do I,* he thought back, and reached up languidly to touch Jason's cheek.
"That was … awesome," he murmured. "Thanks."
Jason smiled back and kissed Tommy's fingers. "Welcome. As long as you're okay."
"Mmm."
"I take it that means yes?" Jason chuckled, gliding his thumb teasingly across the tip of Tommy's slowly-softening shaft.
"Hell, yeah …"
"Good."
Much to his regret, Jason then slowly let go of his cock with a final, gentle farewell squeeze. In doing so, he scooped up the few drops of semen that had actually landed on Tommy's stomach, and Tommy noticed that he was rubbing the fluid between his fingers. *Damn. I forgot how messy jerking off can be.*
"Uh, I think there are some tissues in the nightstand," Tommy murmured, unaccountably embarrassed. A certain amount of messiness was a natural consequence of ejaculating; why did he feel he should be apologizing? He made as if to turn and reach over, but was stopped by Jason's not-budging broad chest.
"Don't worry about 'em."
*Well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with Jase wiping his hand on the sheet … the damp spot should be dry by morning …* But to his surprise, Jason didn't reach for the bed linen. Instead, he just smiled devilishly at Tommy's questioning look.
"Who needs tissues when I can just as easily do this?" Jason murmured huskily, and lifted his fingers to his mouth. Tommy gasped and felt his pulse speed up into hyperdrive as he watched him lick every single finger with excruciating slowness. Fascinated, Tommy wondered silently how such a small gesture - which was decidedly erotic, in a somewhat kinky way - could cause so many sparks in his genitals; he'd just had one of the best orgasms in his life, and his body was already telling him it wanted another go?!? Jason's tongue glistened in the waning light as it cleaned every crease and surface, and Tommy felt severely disappointed when that agile organ retreated at last back into Jason's warm mouth.
*Oh man. I wish he'd done that to my cock!* Tommy surprised himself with the surge of primeval hunger suffusing him at the thought. To imagine Jason bending over him, swallowing him as deeply as possible, licking, sucking … he had to stifle a groan as he felt a small surge in his spent penis; not enough to make him grow hard again, it was too soon for that, but enough to let him know he wanted an encore. *More's the pity … maybe next time?* he dared to hope. But the moment was lost now, and he was not quite brave enough to ask for it. *Yet. Definitely yet!* So he settled for smiling back at Jason and licked his own lips, unconsciously mirroring his lover's action. Seeing this, it was Jason's turn to catch his breath.
"I thought I told you not to do that," he chided.
Tommy permitted himself a small, cheeky grin. "Yeah. But that was then, and this is now."
Jason grinned wryly. "If I thought you could get it up again right now, I'd get you for that."
"Well, you can always try in the morning," Tommy retorted, reached up and drew the dark head down - not to his groin, but to his own, waiting mouth, and kissed Jason hard. When he was done, Jason looked at him with glittering eyes.
"Bet on it, Bro."
They kissed again, more gently and taking their sweet time about it. For Jason, it was a chance to rein in his wayward hormones, to stoke the lusty fire burning in his veins into a steady heat instead of letting it become a conflagration. For Tommy, it was like gliding into shallow water to shore after riding the Big One, and a fitting end to a wild rollercoaster trip that left him pleasantly exhausted.
"I will, don't worry." Stretching contentedly in post-orgasmic lassitude, Tommy smiled as their kiss ended and closed his eyes. He knew he was about to drift off into dreamland, but never got the chance. Just as he'd found the perfect position on the pillow, nestled close to Jason's broad chest, he was jerked back to wakefulness with a sharp poke into his side.
"Hey!" He glared half-heartedly at Jason. "What did you do that for?"
Jason gave him a Look that was an equal mix of exasperation, amusement and reproach, making Tommy feel vaguely ashamed with no clear idea why.
"I was just falling asleep," he grumbled, punctuating it with a yawn.
"I know," Jason replied dryly. "Why do you think I poked you?"
"No idea, why?" Tommy asked just a tad petulantly.
Now Jason was starting to glare at him, and there was nothing half-hearted about it.
"Aren't you forgetting about something?"
Tommy frowned. "Not that I know of …"
Jason rolled his eyes. "Lord, give me patience," he muttered. "Right now!" To his sleepy friend, he said, "Bro, I've known for years that your memory can have more holes than Swiss cheese, but this really beats all!"
Puzzled, Tommy turned halfway towards him. "What are you talking about? What exactly am I supposed to have forgotten, anyway, that's so blasted important?"
Shaking his head, Jason almost started to curse when he remembered something Tommy had asked him to do earlier. *Show, don't tell.* Yes, that was the way to go now. It would work, and likely be more effective than anything he could say anyhow. So, he simply reached out, grasped Tommy's hand and placed it squarely onto his own, still undiminished erection.
"That."
Tommy's eyes flew open as realization hit him - both mentally and through tactile sensation - and blushed more fiercely than ever.
"Oops!"
To Be Continued …
A/N: Okay, please don't kill me for stopping here? This chapter really got WAY too long, so I decided to split it in half (or so …). The next bit is already plotted out, and you'll get it soon, I promise. Happy Easter/Passover/whatever to you guys!
List of 22: # 19, safety
EDIT Grrr. Forgot to add a scene right before the end; it's now included. Sorry.
Author: Germankitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: slash/Romance
Pairing: Jason/Tommy
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing in that sandbox. If there is money being handed out evar, sign me up, please?
Feedback: Yes, pretty please?
Summary: Jason and Tommy take the next step in their relationship. Follows directly after ch.3, "Something's Gotta Give".
Warning: Language and sex scenes are getting explicit now; I'm rating it NC-17 for a reason. Yes, that reason. If that squicks you, don't read.
Disclaimer: Someone else's sandbox; I'm only playing here.
Note: In response to the LJ PRSW22 challenge; theme #19, safety. Brace yourselves, people - the rating goes up to NC-17 with this. *evil grin* As my boys get to have some fun at last, I hope you will, too! Feedback, as always, is appreciated.
More Than Friends And Brothers
Chapter 4: Show, Don't Tell
By Germankitty
Never had a bed looked so large.
Tommy had only thrown back the covers as he got up that morning, and the slightly rumpled white sheet gleamed invitingly in the ruddy glow from the setting sun coming through the open window. A soft breeze fluttered the curtains and carried with it the scent and sounds of spring - grass, mountain air, the faint tang of water from the nearby lake, all punctuated by the sleepy chirping of birds as they sought perches for the fast-approaching night. It was peaceful, and had seemed rather calming while they'd still been sitting outside on the cabin's porch. Now, though … he couldn't help but wish that he'd taken the time to make his bed earlier that day. Not only did it look vaguely untidy (even though his housekeeping habits, or lack thereof, were the last thing on Tommy's mind), it practically screamed 'come on; lie down on me'. Which was the purpose why they'd come here, really, but the obviousness was nonetheless unnerving.
The bedroom door clicked softly shut behind them, and even though it had been his own suggestion to take the next step in their relationship, Tommy felt the butterflies in his stomach start another dive-bomb. He gulped, but wouldn't back out now. He didn't know whether it was pride, ego, plain stubbornness or desire that held him rooted against the nearest wall, but whatever it was, he clung to it with all his might.
Enviously, he watched Jason wander over to the window. Why was he almost paralyzed with nerves - again - while his best friend seemed so casual about everything? *I'm not afraid of Jase! What, then? Just the unknown - what we're gonna do? I guess so,* he sighed inwardly. Tommy fought against his incipient panic as Jason drew the drapes partially closed, casting the bedroom into dimness. They could still see each other clearly enough, but at least the bed lost some of its dominance. Tommy drew a shuddering breath, willing himself to either move or at least say something, but before his brain connected to his throat or leg muscles, Jason spoke.
"It's kind of unreal, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
Tommy heard more than saw Jason's smile. "Us. Here. Together in a bedroom … at last."
"Um, yeah," he stammered, but Jason didn't seem to hear.
"I mean, I've waited so long for this … wanted it - wanted you - so much … and now that it's finally happening, I almost can't believe it." There was wonder in the deep voice, as well as a note of relief and satisfaction, but most of all the same warmth that had always been there for Tommy whenever he'd needed Jason's support. That realization succeeded in calming the butterflies, and Tommy felt an answering smile form around his mouth.
"Yeah." He was still standing immobile by the door, but some of the tension left his back and he managed to relax a little. "But it is real …"
"I know. I don't think I could stand it if it weren't," Jason said. "I've been here" - his gesture encompassed both the bedroom and the two of them - "so often in my dreams and fantasies, only to wake up somewhere else and alone … I'm almost afraid to say or do anything in case I'm still dreaming."
*Oh. So I'm not the only one having kittens - Jase is, too? Whew.*
"You're not," Tommy replied. "I'm as real as you … and so's this." He, too, gestured faintly towards the bed. Jason's oblique admission of his own case of nerves calmed him like nothing else could have. It also enabled him to confess his still-present nervousness. "I still wish I knew how to get from where we are right now to there." He nodded in the direction of his bed.
Jason chuckled softly. "It's only a half-dozen steps, tops," he teased. "For you, that is … and maybe a couple less for me." Which summed up their respective positions in the room pretty well, Tommy had to admit - but it wasn't the physical distance which concerned him. In his mind, Jason's previous experience with men made the effort to move to - and into - the bed seem much less than was indicated by their distance to the soft surface in the center of the room.
"Maybe, but six steps can be a very long way," Tommy muttered, looking down towards the floor. Irrelevantly, he noticed that he hadn't bothered with socks after his swim; his naked feet were encased by a pair of comfortable, well-worn pair of mocassins - a present from David a few years ago.
'So much the better,' he heard the small voice he sometimes hated comment matter-of-factly in one corner of his mind. 'It's always awkward to take one's socks off; one less thing to worry about.'
To his surprise, Tommy had to admit that was true; while peeling sheer stockings from a slender female leg could be exciting and sexy, he had trouble associating the procedure with a muscular, hairy thigh and plain white athletic socks. Involuntarily, he grinned and snuck a peek at Jason's feet. *Whew.* There would be no problem; when he'd changed out of his slacks into the light chinos, Jason obviously had discarded his stockings as well. Which somehow led to the question was else his friend wasn't wearing underneath, and Tommy blushed as he pictured Jason going commando. Surely he wouldn't?
*Knowing Jase, he might … especially as he's taken a shower before dinner; his hair was still damp. Um.* He swallowed as the mental image caused a definite twitch in his genitals and had to fight the temptation to adjust himself. Tommy almost blurted out his suspicion, but checked his runaway mouth just in time. No way was he going to ask that! Instead, he put forth another question.
"Aren't you nervous at all?"
The smile vanished from Jason's expression. Slowly, he came forward until he was less than a foot from Tommy.
"Give me your hand?" he requested softly, reaching out.
Slightly puzzled, Tommy complied. He found his hand grasped and guided to the broad chest.
"Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what?" But he had his answer almost right away. Under the black-and-burgundy polo shirt, Jason's heartbeat was fast and heavy - almost as if he'd just finished a strenuous exercise session. "Oh …"
Jason shrugged slightly. "Yeah. That's what being here with you is doing - what you're doing - to me," he murmured. "If I were any jumpier, I'd bolt right out."
Somehow, feeling the triphammer beating under his fingers settled the still-restless swarm of butterflies in his stomach to an occasional flutter, and Tommy relaxed at last. Instinctively, his fingers curled, exploring the warmth of Jason's skin through the thin fabric. To his astonishment and delight, he could detect a tiny disturbance in the rhythm under his palm. It gave him back some much-needed courage.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not anymore."
Jason allowed himself a relieved grin and drew Tommy into a loose embrace. "Whew."
Tommy chuckled, still somewhat nervously, but returned the hug easily enough. "That still doesn't tell me how to get from here to there." The tension between them visibly reduced; this was familiar, if new, territory between them. As long as Jason held him like this, he could feel … safe. Tommy found he liked that feeling; had missed it in the yet-uncharted area of taking Jason as his lover.
Jason placed a playful kiss against Tommy's jaw. "Well … usually, one starts with the first step," he suggested.
"Which would be … what?" *Shit, did I just sound provocative?*
If the friendly leer in Jason's eyes as he pulled back slightly to look at him was any indication, he had.
"I'd say … getting undressed."
*Oh boy.* It was the next logical step. Tommy had known it was coming, and yet, confronted with the immediate necessity, found himself nearly paralyzed once more. Slowly, he let his arms fall to his sides, swallowed hard … then nodded. "O-okay."
Easily, Jason smiled. "Hey, don't worry; I'm not going to rip off your clothes like some demented pirate in a trashy romance novel," he said. "Unless you want me to, that is?"
"No!" Alarmed against his will, Tommy flinched and stared wide-eyed at his best friend. "You wouldn't … would you?" His voice almost cracked. Instantly, Jason reached out and touched a lean cheek.
"No. Mind, I think it might be fun one day, when we're both equally horny and impatient, but definitely not tonight. Tonight … I want to, well, enjoy everything. Savor it, y'know?"
"Uh, yeah." That prospect was almost as alarming as being ravished would be, Tommy thought, but reckoned he could deal with 'savoring' more easily than anything else.
'If you ever get around to it, anyway,' his inner nemesis commented grumpily. 'Will you stop hemming and hawing and get on with it already?!?'
*Right. Showtime.* Sighing surreptitiously, Tommy squared his shoulders. "So, um … what … er, how …" Flustered, he spread his arms, focussing on the technicalities first. "Do you want to, um, undress me, or do I undress you, or what?" He knew from his experience with Kat that the concept of two people undressing each other simultaneously belonged into romance novels as well; in practice, arms and other body parts just got in the way and one usually ended in a hopeless tangle of limbs and clothes.
Apparently, Jason had made similar experiences, judging from his wry grin and headshake. "Nah.Granted, stripping you - or stripping for you - sounds kinda hot, but again, I think we'd better leave that for another time, okay?"
"Okay," Tommy agreed, trying not to let a sudden fantasy of watching Jason 'strip for him' overwhelm his going-into-hyperdrive mind. Given his Bro's general lack of inhibition, that would be quite a sight to behold … and Tommy resolved there and then that one day in the not-too-distant future he'd want to watch what was surely going to be a memorable performance. However, he definitely was no more ready for that than he was for the ravishing Jason had hinted at earlier. But he could give in to another impulse - he turned his head into Jason's touch and lightly kissed the warm palm. "Then … how …?"
Jason smiled at the kiss and trailed his fingers across Tommy's lips to the neck of his t-shirt, then down his chest to the hem. Playfully, he lifted it an inch or so and tugged once before stepping back a couple of paces. "Why don't we undress together? After all, we've done that more often than I can remember."
Ah, yes. Another safe place. While they'd never taken off their clothes in each other's presence as a prelude to intimacy, Jason was right - they had done it before.
"Sure."
***
Gathering his courage, Tommy gripped his shirt bottom with crossed arms. Across from him, Jason was doing the same. Resisting the impulse to actually start a countdown, he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then pulled upwards. He was momentarily blinded by fabric, but as soon as he tugged the shirt over his head (sending mental thanks to whatever fate had prevented it from getting snagged by his ears), he looked at his friend. To his relief, Jason let his polo shirt drop to the floor at almost the same moment, and they were facing each other bare-chested.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Jason asked softly.
"No," Tommy replied, too busy with taking in his friend's smooth, muscular torso. Although he'd seen Jason shirtless many times, trained and sparred with him - not to mention gone swimming and whatnot, even touched him on a lot of occasions - for some reason it was different now. After a second or two, he realized why; for the first time except in his most secret fantasies was he looking at Jason with a specific purpose in mind. Namely, what it would be like to run his hands over those impressive muscles in a caress … and follow his fingers with his lips. His mouth went dry.
Trying not to appear completely clueless, Tommy kicked off his shoes next, barely noticing the clatter of Jason's footwear hitting the floorboards at nearly the same time. Now only a few articles of clothing separated them from total nudity. *Four things … three, if Jase isn't wearing anything underneath. Aw, man!*
"And now?" Tommy rasped, needing Jason to take the lead again even though his own hands were already dropping to his waistband of their own volition.
Jason shivered imperceptibly as he noticed, and it wasn't due to the soft evening breeze wafting through the window. Slowly, deliberately, he followed suit. "Now … off with the next thing?" he suggested huskily, and unsnapped the button on his fly. Tommy nodded mutely and mirrored each of Jason's movements, from pulling down the zipper to peeling off his pants and shoving them down his hips. When both pairs were puddling on the floor, they stepped out and away … directly towards each other.
To Tommy's half-shameful relief, Jason was wearing underwear - tight white retro boxers with a rather intriguing bulge in front. He felt his own briefs grow tight, and blushed. They were barely a foot apart now; there was no way Jason could not notice that his penis was already halfway stretched and filled. Especially not when the dark eyes were roaming his body so intently from head to foot.
Jason dearly wanted to just reach out and draw Tommy into his arms, to feel his Bro's skin against his own, but despite Tommy's compliance so far he could still detect some uncertainty in his eyes. It wouldn't do to go too fast; if he did, he just might scare Tommy off again. And they'd come too far today to go back now. So he contented himself with drinking in the sight of the lean, muscular body, clad only in a skimpy pair of red briefs. However, Jason did allow himself an appreciative whistle.
"You look good enough to eat, Bro."
Tommy gulped nervously. So did Jason, especially with the room's half-light outlining his muscles enticingly, but for the life of him he couldn't say it.
"Er, thanks."
Jason chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do it … not tonight, anyway," he added with a teasing grin. "No promises about the next time, though - or any time after that."
The mental image and the implied assurance that there would be a next time caused another definite stirring in Tommy's groin, and he shuddered slightly. Jason noticed, and hid a satisfied grin. His best friend might still be nervous, but he definitely was interested. The important thing now was to get him over his anxiety, to introduce him gently to the pleasures of males-only sex, and the way to accomplish that was to take things as easy as possible.
*And the first - well, next - step will be to get Tommy into bed with me!*
To that end, Jason glanced sideways at the bed. "Shall we?" he gestured.
*Gulp.* "Um, right," Tommy murmured, but found himself once more unable to move. Instead, he watched Jason saunter to the far side of the mattress and place one knee on the edge. Jason then looked back at him.
"Join me, Tommy," he requested softly. "Please?"
How could he refuse that invitation? Silently cursing the stiffness in his knees, Tommy walked slowly to the opposite side of the bed. He sought the dark eyes across the double-sized expanse, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do now. His first time with Kat had been laughably easy in comparison! "Uh, do we get under the cover, or …"
"Nah. It's warm enough not to, and it would only get in the way later, don't you think?"
"I … I guess …"
Jason smiled reassuringly. "Let's just lie down together, okay? Like we always used to do on our camping trips ... on our sleeping bags?"
*Oh. Okay, I can do that.*
"Sure."
Gathering his courage, Tommy sat down and swung up his feet, feeling by the dip and movement of the mattress that Jason was doing the same. They nearly collided in the middle, but somehow got their legs sorted out and soon were lying next to each other - Tommy on his back and Jason stretched out by his side, his head propped on one hand.
"I can't wait until you're comfortable enough so I can touch you," Jason confessed in a near-whisper. "I want so much to explore your body … to kiss you all over … this is my dream come true." His lips twitched wryly. "Well, one of them."
That startled Tommy, although it really shouldn't have - after all, during the past few months his friend had several times admitted that ever since he'd recognized he was bisexual, he'd had fantasies about the two of them together. It was both daunting … and exciting.
"You've dreamed about me?"
"You know I have," Jason replied calmly. "And maybe some day I'll even tell you about them."
"Why not now?" Tommy asked without thinking, suddenly curious.
The other laughed. "I will - if you think you're ready to listen to some rather hot 'n' raunchy scenarios about what I'd love to do to you … and what I wish you'll do to me one of these days."
The butterflies returned with a vengeance, and Tommy sucked in a surprised breath. Was he ready for 'hot and raunchy'? *Uh, maybe not.* So he smiled ruefully and shook his head on the pillow.
"I'll take a rain check, if you don't mind."
"'Course not."
Hearing the easy acceptance, it dawned on Tommy that he was quite familiar with their present situation. As Jason had mentioned earlier, it was just like it used to be; the two of them lying side by side somewhere - one or the other's room, a shared tent, that sunny secluded spot in the Scotts' garden or on the beach, talking about hopes and dreams. It was even okay to move just a little and have his shoulder or legs come into contact with Jason's body. If anything, it provided him with a sense of 'been there, done that' and helped Tommy to relax. True, the dreams they'd shared had had little to do with intimacy nor been so, well, personal, but the very familiarity made it safe. Thus, Tommy could make a somewhat cheeky confession of his own.
"Besides, I doubt your fantasies would be very different from what I've researched," he remarked innocently. As he suspected he would, Jason did a classic double take.
"Research? What research?"
"About male-male sexual interaction," Tommy declared just a little pompously. "Just because I lack your actual experience doesn't mean I'm incapable of gathering information in other ways. I am a scientist, after all."
"Yeah, and now you sound like Billy Lite," Jason snorted, amused. "What other ways - did you rent gay porn flicks?" It was the first thing coming to his mind and he wasn't very serious about it - in his experience, Tommy really wasn't the type to look at porn. Hell, even when they'd been teenagers at high school together, he'd been the one least likely to snatch someone's (usually an older brother's) copy of Playboy or Hustler in the locker room to drool over! Much less some generally more hardcore same-sex stuff. But to Jason's surprise, his shot in the dark hit the bull's eye.
Tommy blushed fiercely, and squirmed uncomfortably. He longed to protest the 'Billy Lite' quip - a term coined by Rocky when he'd first gotten his reading glasses during college - but hesitated just a fraction of a second too long.
To his chagrin, Jason was watching Tommy intently and thus had no problem detecting both the blush and Tommy's consternation.
"You didn't," he crowed, slightly shocked and yet delighted.
Caught, Tommy shrugged sheepishly. "Well …"
"Oh boy." Jason couldn't help snickering. "I just hope those flicks or whatever didn't give you any false impressions on the average guy's, ah, equipment and stamina," he chuckled. "I've been told once or twice I'm good, but Super Stud I'm not!" Leaving Tommy no time to reply to his mild boast, he just laughed again, leaned over and kissed him, mouth quivering with suppressed mirth. Tommy responded readily enough, his own lips twitching. Somehow, their mutual amusement glossed over the fact that they had now ended up practically in each other's arms. Their tongues dueled briefly, then Jason drew back. His eyes were very soft.
"How about we augment your *cough* research with a little hands-on experiment then?"
This was it - the moment of no return. And Tommy knew suddenly that he was ready. He laid a hand on Jason's neck, feeling his pulse throb in the vein. His own eyes darkened with anticipation.
"I suppose you mean that literally?" he murmured.
"Very much literally," Jason answered, emphasizing it with another brief kiss.
Committing himself, Tommy nodded. "Okay. So show me."
"Show? Don't you want me to explain stuff first?" Jason wondered, somewhat taken aback by the abrupt turn of events. He'd half expected he would have to talk Tommy through this just so he wouldn't be spooked, but …
It was Tommy's turn to grin. "I think 'show, don't tell' will work better for us than 'show and tell," he said, not entirely joking. "We are adults, after all …"
The suggestiveness in the tenor voice wasn't lost on Jason. His body responded by growing fully erect, and he smiled slowly, wolfishly.
"Couldn't agree more," he replied. "Besides, I just may have a better use for my mouth than talking." With that, he slipped one arm under Tommy's shoulders, took a firm hold, bent over his friend and covered his mouth in a fierce kiss.
Tommy froze. This was a kiss like no other they'd shared so far.
For one thing, they were both nearly naked; for another, they'd never kissed in a bedroom, actually in bed together. He made himself relax by sheer force of will, and opened his lips. Jason's tongue immediately invaded his mouth, seeking out its counterpart and tangled with it. Tommy tried to hold back just a little, but the moist intruder wouldn't let him, engaging him in an erotic tango that did no longer ask, but demanded a response. So he did, a part of his mind hoping that Jason would ease up, but instead found himself held even more firmly, Jason's free hand placed against his cheek so that Tommy had to allow the gentle domination. There was only room for one hazy thought.
*Oh hell, Jase means business!*
***
What kind of business was left unclear for the moment as Jason released him, but remained poised over his friend. He was panting a little, and there was a strange glitter in his eyes that sent a flutter of arousal through Tommy. Suddenly breathless, Tommy swallowed and instinctively licked his tingling lips.
"Don't do that," Jason growled softly as his cock reacted with a demanding pulse to the sight of the wet organ flickering over the mouth he wanted on him. *Or be in. Hell, YEAH!*
"W-why not?" Tommy wondered, teetering between confusion and growing excitement.
"Because."
*Because what?* He wanted to know what Jason meant by that rather cryptic response, but no sooner had the thought formed Tommy found himself on the receiving end of a second, even more demanding kiss. It effectively shut down his brain altogether, and all he could do was react. He was slightly better prepared this time; although he couldn't decide just yet whether he liked having control pretty much taken away from him or if he should try to win it back, it felt definitely enjoyable. Which was probably why his body made the decision for him and just went with the flow - namely, permitting Jason liberties with his mouth he'd never taken before.
By the time Jason finally had explored every last recess, they were both breathing hard.
"God, I love kissing you," Jason whispered against Tommy's lips.
"Mmm." Tommy was too dazed by the onslaught of sensations to be more erudite, but his inarticulate half-moan seemed to convey his agreement well enough. He dragged his eyes open and looked into the midnight eyes so close to his own. The sparkle there was almost as exciting as the sensual smile hovering around Jason's lips as he ran a finger down Tommy's cheek in a brief caress.
"Hold onto your hat, Bro; our ride is just beginning!"
"Wha-" *-t do you mean?* Tommy meant to ask, but never managed to do so; the warm mouth closed over his again, but instead of giving him yet another deep, lusty kiss Jason nipped softly at Tommy's lips with his own, coaxing them open. Willing himself to just go along for now, Tommy complied … and gasped when Jason teasingly licked at the corner of his mouth.
It was just for a second, and should have been much more innocent than the hot assault of moments ago, but it wasn't - instead, the moist caress shot a spark directly into his groin. He grew instantly, fully hard.
"Jaaaasssssssssssse …!"
Jason laughed softly when he heard the excited hiss and swept his tongue-tip across to the other side.
"Like that?"
Electric currents were igniting more and more of Tommy's senses. "Shit, yes," he moaned, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow. He wanted more deep kisses, no, he wanted more of those teasing licks - preferably not only on his mouth! - no, he wanted Jason to stop … *No! NOT stop!* his body insisted … he wanted … MORE!
Unsure exactly more of what he wanted, Tommy arched against Jason, grabbing unsuccessfully for his head to hold him in place. That maddening mouth immediately left his, but before he could protest fastened itself to the side of his neck, nipping at the large vein that ran to his shoulder. Tommy hissed sharply at the light sting and felt more than heard Jason's pleased chuckle.
"Relax, Bro," the deep voice murmured soothingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
*No, just drive me mad … ooohhh!* Rational thought chose that moment to take a holiday.
Jason continued to lick and nibble his way down to Tommy's collarbone, liking the way his friend moaned softly at every caress. He also liked the way Tommy was starting to shiver all over - and he knew it wasn't because he was cold. Reaching the hollow at the base of Tommy's throat, he lingered there, pressing tiny kisses all over the patch of skin. Jason then took hold of Tommy's shoulder more firmly and shifted to give himself room to maneuver. In his estimation, the time was now right to venture further, so he added the fingers of his free hand to the mix.
***
He started by skimming his fingertips across the muscular chest, sometimes feather-light, then with broader, firmer sweeps of his whole hand. He outlined the well-defined muscles from shoulder to navel, glad of the fact that like himself, Tommy kept his torso hairless - a remnant of their days as active competitors on the karate circuit. Even though neither competed anymore due to their professional obligations, it had long since become a habit for both of them … and it was so much more pleasurable when one wanted to lick and suck on a sensitive nipple! *Girls sure have it easier there than guys!* But first he had to prepare his friend for this new experience.
Wondering hazily through his own rising lust whether Tommy would be sensitive to that kind of stimulation - not all men were - , Jason started to draw circles on Tommy's chest, all the while never letting up on his gentle assault on his Bro's skin. His fingertips wandered closer and closer to one small brown nub, and when Jason finally reached his goal was rewarded with another loud hiss that definitely indicated pleasure - at least if he read the simultaneous shudder correctly.
"You like that?" he whispered.
"Uungh!" Tommy's incoherent moan was answer enough - as was the clenching of his hands in the sheet beneath them. Emboldened, Jason pinched gently, evoking a muted "Fuck!" *Soon, Bro … soon!* He grinned to himself and applied himself further, letting his kisses drift slowly but inexorably to the knot of tissue hardening under his fingers. At last, he reached his target … and stopped.
Tommy knew what was coming; after all, he had used quite a similar technique on Kat's soft mounds often enough, but surprisingly found himself left hanging. Reluctantly, he pried his eyes open and lifted his head slightly off the pillow.
"J-jase?" he rasped.
"Yes?" The small word sent a tiny gush of warm breath across his skin, and Tommy shuddered as his gaze met the barely-banked fire in the dark eyes.
"What … why …" He could barely think, much less form a coherent sentence, so Tommy settled for arching his chest, hoping he could connect with that exciting mouth. Maddeningly, Jason wasn't playing along, just held himself an inch or so away … and Tommy firmly to the mattress.
"What do you want, Tommy?" he asked in a low voice that betrayed a hint of his own excitement.
*Shit, I can't believe he's making me ask for it!*
But it didn't matter; Tommy was too awash in sensation to really care. *Besides, it's kind of a turn-on …oh fuck.* "Your mouth," he groaned, defeated ... and yet feeling strangely victorious that he could beg. "On me!"
He was rewarded by a slight pinch on his nipple, a little harder this time. "Where? Here?"
"Yeah," he confirmed breathlessly. "Please?"
"Okay," Jason rumbled, flicking a blunt nail over the hardened nub. Tommy shivered again. "One thing, though."
"Wh-what?" Tommy managed. He wanted this badly, even though he hadn't known he could scant minutes ago.
"Watch me," Jason replied, making it not quite a command. With difficulty, Tommy lifted his head once more, opened his lids to a mere slit and fixed his eyes on his friend's face. The slow, wolfish smile forming around Jason's mouth as he observed this caused Tommy to hold his breath … only to dissolve in a long, drawn-out moan as he saw and felt Jason's tongue connect with his nipple. He began to tremble; even more so when the warm, surprisingly soft lips fastened around the aching nerve point and strong teeth bit ever so gently into his flesh.
Tommy had often wondered why Kat had loved it so when he'd sucked on her breasts; now he knew. He'd never imagined that he himself would be almost as sensitive; for some reason, she'd never reciprocated, just gone straight for his genitals. Which were clamoring for attention as well - more insistently when Jason flicked his tongue-tip back and forth repeatedly while ever so slightly increasing the pressure of his teeth. Tommy couldn't help himself, he bucked his hips.
Recognizing the action for what it was, namely a blatant invitation to get on with it, Jason gladly complied and let his hand sweep lower, skimming the waistband of Tommy's briefs. He had to be careful not to grab the engorged organ straining against the red cotton, but he wasn't going to spook Tommy now that he finally had him where he wanted him - panting with desire in his arms.
The barely-perceptible touch across his abs sent a spark of electricity directly into Tommy's aching shaft, and he hissed. The sharp sound transmuted into a deep groan, however, when Jason placed his hand squarely onto his straining cock. He lingered for a few seconds without moving, letting the warmth from his palm seep through the cotton of Tommy's briefs, then slowly closed his fingers around the distended length. It fit perfectly, as much as he could tell through the thin fabric barrier, and Jason ventured a first stroke even as he started to suck hard on Tommy's nipple.
Tommy's reaction was immediate, and gratifying - a long-drawn-out moan and another, more insistent upward thrust. Jason established a steady rhythm with fingers and mouth, being careful not to pump too fast as the friction of cotton could easily chafe the sensitive skin. He wanted his best friend wild with lust, not discomfort!
*If the way he's thrashing is any indication, I'm doing okay,* Jason thought hazily and just a little smugly as he continued to lick, nibble and rub, fighting his own need to rip the last remaining garment from Tommy's body … and his own. *Man, I want his hand - or better yet, his mouth - on me so bad right now!* But the still-rational part of him, the one which told him in no uncertain terms that Tommy wasn't quite ready yet, held him back. Even if the idea of engaging in a sixty-nine with Tommy right here, right now was enough to make his own testicles ache with need. Instead, he reached a little further down and cupped Tommy's balls, gently kneading them in his fingers. Thrilled, he felt the strong legs open, giving him better access, and Jason gladly obliged.
His patience was rewarded soon after when, suddenly unable to stand even the light cottony constriction of his briefs, Tommy cast caution to the wind. Making an unsuccessful grab for Jason's arm, he bucked against his Bro once more.
"Take them off, Jase," Tommy gasped.
Regretfully yet eagerly, Jason abandoned the swollen nipple. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Tommy replied. "Do it, now!"
Jason swallowed, then nodded. "Okay." He slid his hand inside the elastic, grasped the edge and pulled. Tommy raised his butt from the mattress to help and together they managed to work the tight briefs downward. A few impatient wiggles, a determined push, and Tommy kicked his restricting underwear off. Past caring, he lay back and spread his thighs invitingly.
"Make me come …"
"Oh yeah," Jason breathed, taking a second to feast his eyes on his best friend. He wanted to savor the moment, wanted to bend over and swallow the engorged cock whole, wanted to make it last, wanted the moment to never end … and found that his hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, was already reaching for the satiny shaft.
Tommy started to tremble. This was it - the first time another man ever touched him intimately. Somehow, everything that had gone on between them before - the passionate kisses, the playful groping, even Jason's foreplay of only moments ago - paled beside the thrill of strong fingers closing so knowingly around his rock-hard penis. Panting for breath, he quelched the impulse to freeze, to push the warm hand away despite everything and waited for what was sure to come next. It didn't take long. He inhaled sharply as Jason pumped once and instinctively jerked his hips. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Jason took a firmer hold and began a steady up-and-down motion, using his own favorite rhythm until he could learn what Tommy liked best.
Tommy found himself awash in sensation; his mind was still trying to wrap itself around the concept that it was Jason, his best friend, his Bro who was masturbating him so expertly, but his body soon overrode any such concerns and just reveled in the waves of sheer pleasure radiating outward from his groin. *It's been a long time since I've had a partner,* he thought woozily through his clamoring hormones, but that little voice in his mind which had first encouraged him to fantasize about his friend so long ago spoke up again.
'Don't kid yourself. Yeah, it's been awhile, but you'd be just as excited if you'd gotten laid only yesterday. This is Jason!'
And that made all the difference, Tommy realized. Yes, there was the slight taboo factor of being in bed with another guy which contributed to his excitement, but the main - and most important - thing was that he could sense the love between them - in every touch, in every tiny shifting of fingers on his cock. Without that love, he and Jason wouldn't even be here … in bed, together, having sex - no, making love. Expressing themselves through touch, and there could not be any regret. So he gave in to his feelings with no further compunction, determined to enjoy himself thoroughly, and moaned his pleasure.
Jason smiled slowly as he felt Tommy let go of the last bit of tension; he would have liked to swarm all over his body, to satisfy his own craving for contact, but this first time was too momentous, for both of them. Sure, he was no novice with men, but had never experienced the kind of connection, of sheer emotion with any of his previous partners. That belonged solely to his best friend. The others … they had just been bed partners; Tommy would be his lover. *Big difference!* Besides, watching Tommy abandon himself to what he was doing to him had its own rewards. Telling his raging hormones sternly to wait their turn, Jason leaned up on one elbow (a bit awkwardly, as his forearm was still under and around Tommy's shoulders), and concentrated on giving Tommy every benefit of his expertise and upped the tempo.
Within a short time, he was rewarded by Tommy pumping his hips in synch with his strokes, trying to prolong and intensify the contact. Jason could feel the heavy balls tightening just under the edge of his hand, and knew that it wouldn't take long now. He tightened his grip a fraction and increased the speed a little more - enough to send Tommy over the edge.
"AH!"
Tommy came with a small cry of pleasure, releasing his seed in three or four tiny spurts, and found that one advantage of having a male partner was that Jason knew exactly what to do in this moment - namely, stop the friction and just hold him until his orgasm passed. *Kat never did that …she always wanted to go on, the way she liked it …*
Slumping bonelessly back onto the mattress, Tommy waited until the last wave of pleasure had passed before reluctantly opening his eyes. When he managed it at last, he looked directly into the midnight eyes of his lover.
'Mmm. I like the sound of that,' his inner voice purred, shamelessly satiated.
Tommy had to smile. *So do I,* he thought back, and reached up languidly to touch Jason's cheek.
"That was … awesome," he murmured. "Thanks."
Jason smiled back and kissed Tommy's fingers. "Welcome. As long as you're okay."
"Mmm."
"I take it that means yes?" Jason chuckled, gliding his thumb teasingly across the tip of Tommy's slowly-softening shaft.
"Hell, yeah …"
"Good."
Much to his regret, Jason then slowly let go of his cock with a final, gentle farewell squeeze. In doing so, he scooped up the few drops of semen that had actually landed on Tommy's stomach, and Tommy noticed that he was rubbing the fluid between his fingers. *Damn. I forgot how messy jerking off can be.*
"Uh, I think there are some tissues in the nightstand," Tommy murmured, unaccountably embarrassed. A certain amount of messiness was a natural consequence of ejaculating; why did he feel he should be apologizing? He made as if to turn and reach over, but was stopped by Jason's not-budging broad chest.
"Don't worry about 'em."
*Well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with Jase wiping his hand on the sheet … the damp spot should be dry by morning …* But to his surprise, Jason didn't reach for the bed linen. Instead, he just smiled devilishly at Tommy's questioning look.
"Who needs tissues when I can just as easily do this?" Jason murmured huskily, and lifted his fingers to his mouth. Tommy gasped and felt his pulse speed up into hyperdrive as he watched him lick every single finger with excruciating slowness. Fascinated, Tommy wondered silently how such a small gesture - which was decidedly erotic, in a somewhat kinky way - could cause so many sparks in his genitals; he'd just had one of the best orgasms in his life, and his body was already telling him it wanted another go?!? Jason's tongue glistened in the waning light as it cleaned every crease and surface, and Tommy felt severely disappointed when that agile organ retreated at last back into Jason's warm mouth.
*Oh man. I wish he'd done that to my cock!* Tommy surprised himself with the surge of primeval hunger suffusing him at the thought. To imagine Jason bending over him, swallowing him as deeply as possible, licking, sucking … he had to stifle a groan as he felt a small surge in his spent penis; not enough to make him grow hard again, it was too soon for that, but enough to let him know he wanted an encore. *More's the pity … maybe next time?* he dared to hope. But the moment was lost now, and he was not quite brave enough to ask for it. *Yet. Definitely yet!* So he settled for smiling back at Jason and licked his own lips, unconsciously mirroring his lover's action. Seeing this, it was Jason's turn to catch his breath.
"I thought I told you not to do that," he chided.
Tommy permitted himself a small, cheeky grin. "Yeah. But that was then, and this is now."
Jason grinned wryly. "If I thought you could get it up again right now, I'd get you for that."
"Well, you can always try in the morning," Tommy retorted, reached up and drew the dark head down - not to his groin, but to his own, waiting mouth, and kissed Jason hard. When he was done, Jason looked at him with glittering eyes.
"Bet on it, Bro."
They kissed again, more gently and taking their sweet time about it. For Jason, it was a chance to rein in his wayward hormones, to stoke the lusty fire burning in his veins into a steady heat instead of letting it become a conflagration. For Tommy, it was like gliding into shallow water to shore after riding the Big One, and a fitting end to a wild rollercoaster trip that left him pleasantly exhausted.
"I will, don't worry." Stretching contentedly in post-orgasmic lassitude, Tommy smiled as their kiss ended and closed his eyes. He knew he was about to drift off into dreamland, but never got the chance. Just as he'd found the perfect position on the pillow, nestled close to Jason's broad chest, he was jerked back to wakefulness with a sharp poke into his side.
"Hey!" He glared half-heartedly at Jason. "What did you do that for?"
Jason gave him a Look that was an equal mix of exasperation, amusement and reproach, making Tommy feel vaguely ashamed with no clear idea why.
"I was just falling asleep," he grumbled, punctuating it with a yawn.
"I know," Jason replied dryly. "Why do you think I poked you?"
"No idea, why?" Tommy asked just a tad petulantly.
Now Jason was starting to glare at him, and there was nothing half-hearted about it.
"Aren't you forgetting about something?"
Tommy frowned. "Not that I know of …"
Jason rolled his eyes. "Lord, give me patience," he muttered. "Right now!" To his sleepy friend, he said, "Bro, I've known for years that your memory can have more holes than Swiss cheese, but this really beats all!"
Puzzled, Tommy turned halfway towards him. "What are you talking about? What exactly am I supposed to have forgotten, anyway, that's so blasted important?"
Shaking his head, Jason almost started to curse when he remembered something Tommy had asked him to do earlier. *Show, don't tell.* Yes, that was the way to go now. It would work, and likely be more effective than anything he could say anyhow. So, he simply reached out, grasped Tommy's hand and placed it squarely onto his own, still undiminished erection.
"That."
Tommy's eyes flew open as realization hit him - both mentally and through tactile sensation - and blushed more fiercely than ever.
"Oops!"
To Be Continued …
A/N: Okay, please don't kill me for stopping here? This chapter really got WAY too long, so I decided to split it in half (or so …). The next bit is already plotted out, and you'll get it soon, I promise. Happy Easter/Passover/whatever to you guys!
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EDIT Grrr. Forgot to add a scene right before the end; it's now included. Sorry.