Somewhere With You - Chapter Sixteen
Somewhere With You - Chapter Sixteen
He needs to move but he can’t quite yet, his whole body blissed out and useless after what they just did. Or more accurately, what he just did. He fucked Heath’s face like he was the one paying and Heath was the hooker, and he’s not sure how things go so turned around other than it’s pitch dark and they’re snowbound and warm and cozy in Heath’s bed instead of freezing in that God-forsaken alley where he’s used to doing business, where he knows what’s what and doesn’t get confused about his role in things.
But he tried to pull out, is pretty sure he remembers giving Heath every opportunity to stop things before they went too far, but Heath didn’t take him up on it, sucking him harder instead and then driving him over the edge with fingers that weren’t supposed to be so skillful. Of course, Jake’s not used to anyone ever touching him that way, doing something extra just to make it better for him, so it probably doesn’t take an awful lot of skill to get him off, more likely just the willingness to make the effort.
And Heath’s making the effort. He’s given him two blowjobs, and the one time they fucked was nothing like most of the careless, hurried-up fucks he’s gotten over the last three years. It was more like what you’d do with somebody you wanted to see again, somebody you liked and wanted to do more with than just bust a nut.
That’s how it feels once they get down to it, kissing and making out till they can’t stop and it’s crazy good to the point where it’s easy to forget what they’re really doing and just go with the moment. It’s more like they’re doing it just because they want to and they can, and maybe that’s kinda true, but with one important exception. Jake’s working and Heath’s learning. He’s using Jake to figure things out so that he doesn’t embarrass himself in the sack with somebody he really cares about, and Jake’s letting him because it’s his job.
And that’s ok, Jake tells himself as he eases out of Heath’s mouth and off of him, flopping down on the bed to recover. Every one of his tricks has their own personal reasons for using his services, and mostly he doesn’t care as long as they don’t rough him up too bad and they pay up when it’s done. All he cares about is that their money pays for him to live right now and go after a future that’s all his and a thousand times better than this. In a perfect world, he wouldn’t be doing this, and in a perfect world Heath wouldn’t either - he’d be dating some metrosexual dude with a six figure income and a cool loft apartment with a view of the Potomac.
But real life rarely works out the way it should, and while he’s not living the dream, Jake knows his situation could be a lot worse. He doesn’t judge the guys who’re using him for shit reasons, just pockets their twenties and goes on, and it sure isn’t fair to Heath to hold it against him just because he’s unintentionally changing the rules. He can’t help it that he’s a nice guy who got cheated out of knowing who he really is for half his life and is stuck playing catch-up with a hooker he happened to run into in a bar. His money’s good, which is all that really matters, but so far, so is everything else about him, and that’s the rub.
Jake figures it says something really fucked up about his own life experiences to date that it’s the one good guy in the mix who makes him really nervous.
*****
Just when Heath’s about to give up on ever breathing again, Jake slips off him. The air is cold in his room, almost shocking on his face where Jake’s body was blanketed over him just seconds before, warm and fragrant and so very close. Heath wants to pull him into his arms, or roll over and touch him some more, maybe kiss him - definitely kiss him - but kissing after all the sex is over is something you only do with people who want to be with you, not something you do with someone who’s only with you because he can’t afford not to be. So Heath pushes all those impulses down and opts for getting settled instead, gulping down half his bottle of water, then plumping his pillow and adjusting the covers, which are half-trapped beneath Jake’s body.
“Come on, get under here before you freeze,” he says, hears the roughness in his voice that having Jake’s dick crammed down his throat put there. He liked it though, isn’t sorry they finished up that way at all. He’s heard that most women don’t like giving head, although he’s had his fair share of blowjobs. Maybe they don’t like it because they’ve got small mouths, or it could be that they get hung up on the whole swallow-or-spit issue. Although he’s only done it twice, Heath’s already pretty sure it’s going to be something he likes and wants to do again. Often.
“Mmmm… yeah, ok…” Jake mumbles back, sleepy but compliant as he draws up his legs and lifts his butt off the blanket till Heath can get it free and over him. Even though he can’t see anything but the barest outline of Jake’s body in the darkness, still, just knowing he’s there, naked below the waist with all his boy-parts free and exposed, makes it really hard for Heath to do the right thing and move away. He just got off not five minutes ago and already his cock is buzzing with excitement because its happy place is only a few inches away, but Heath forces himself to ignore it. He doesn’t want to make a nuisance of himself. Jake’s working, but it’s not cool to expect him to be on the clock all the time. He definitely wants more in the morning and that will have to be soon enough.
Once the covers are snug around them, Heath fluffs his pillow some more, then lies back, alone as he can be in a bed that finally has someone else in it, and wills himself to go to sleep.
*****
His nose is frozen when he wakes up but the rest of him is warm, especially along his back where someone’s lying pressed up close, butt to butt. It takes Heath a few seconds to fight his way out of his dream enough to figure out that it’s Jake in bed next to him, and on the heels of that discovery he realizes that it’s early morning, with daylight just beginning to peek in through the blinds, and a glance at the clock on his nightstand tells him that the power’s still out.
Just as he’s about to move, stretch and yawn and maybe even roll over and slip an arm over Jake’s waist, see what his chances are for some barely-daylight loving, he feels Jake’s arm moving rhythmically against him. He holds perfectly still - well, except for his morning wood which twitches hopefully - and tries to figure out what’s going on, although from the feel of Jake’s movements, it’s pretty obvious.
He focuses on breathing evenly and tries to figure out what to do. Heath’s not exactly sure what the etiquette is for such a situation. Even though technically Jake is there to have sex with him, he still doesn’t feel right about barging in without an invitation if he’s jacking off. He imagines that with his job, Jake probably doesn’t get many opportunities to jack off, probably has to save himself for work, and Heath can’t imagine how confining that must be. While he’s sick to death of jerking off alone because he’s done it so much lately, he wouldn’t want to have to not do it in order to do his job. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’d go nuts in no time if that was the case. No better way to make something irresistible than to make it off limits.
His own dick is having a crisis at being ignored and Heath is on the verge of faking waking up, because listening in just isn’t working for him on any level, when suddenly Jake hisses, “Shit shit shit!!” and at the same time Heath hears a quiet little buzz. His first thought is TOYS!?!, but then Jake’s moving away from him all the way to the far edge of the bed and whispering, “I can’t talk right now! That’s why I’m texting!”
At which point Heath figures out that Jake’s playing with a phone and not a vibrator and he’s kinda disappointed for about three seconds before he realizes he’s gone from eavesdropping on private sex to eavesdropping on a private phone conversation. The one thing he could force himself to resist, but a chance to get more information on Jake is not something he can turn down, so he stays still and listens.
“No, spazz, I’m not on the toilet. What are you doing up anyway?”
After a few seconds, he says, still whispering but loudly enough for Spazz to hear so Heath has no problem hearing too, “Sorry. I can’t. I’m not home and I don’t have my laptop.”
Listen, listen. “I’m at some guy’s place. I got snowed in.”
Heath can hear the crackle of a voice even though he can’t hear what they’re saying. It’s higher pitched, though, so he’s betting on a girl. Maybe Jake’s version of Anne. If so, he’s probably about to get put on the rack.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend. Chill out. He’s just a guy I hook up with sometimes.”
Heath’s not sure how he feels about that. It’s better than He’s a guy who’s paying me for sex, but still…
“Yeah, just because I don’t tell the world doesn’t mean I never get any. Jesus.” Heath isn’t sure what to make of that. They must be talking about sex, and how could anyone who knows him think he never gets laid?
“No, you can’t meet him. I told you, it’s not like that. What time do you want me there today?”
For what, Heath wants to know. All this time he’s assumed Jake only does guys. Is he making an appointment to see a woman? That makes Heath’s stomach go tight with displeasure, especially if he’s doing it while he’s in bed with him.
“Fine. I’ve got some money so I’ll hit the store on the way. I got some new ideas I wanna try. I think it’s gonna be killer.”
Heath has no clue what that means, but it doesn’t really sound like sex. Although sex would definitely be killer right now. He eases his hand slowly off the bed and onto his cock and presses down, then has to bite back a whimper at how good just a little of his own touch feels. Jake is too far away. He wants him off the phone and close again.
“Yeah. I’m going back to sleep too. Can’t do anything till the power’s back on. I’ll text you later.”
The covers pull and Heath feels him shift further away, hears the clunk of his phone on the bedside table, and then he’s moving back, sliding closer, Heath’s wish-of-the-moment come true. He just eavesdropped on him telling his friend that he wanted to go back to sleep, but they can sleep after. Heath can’t keep his hands to himself another second. As soon as Jake settles next to him, he rolls over and plasters himself along his back, arm snugging around his waist, and only as he’s burying his nose in Jake’s neck to breathe him in does it occur to him that maybe this is over the line for what they’re doing, kind of like kissing after sex.
But Jake doesn’t flinch or push him away, just runs his hand down Heath’s arm till their fingers twine together. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“I was already up,” Heath answers truthfully, decides he really doesn’t want to lie even if it means admitting to listening in.
Jake doesn’t call him on it though, just wiggles his backside and laughs softly. “Yeah, I’ll say.”
“Sorry,” Heath apologizes, although he pushes his hips forward hopefully, rubbing his needy dick against Jake’s ass.
“It’s cool. I’m up too,” Jake says, grinds back and pulls Heath’s hand down so that he can touch. Heath sucks in an eager breath, hears Jake do the same as his fingers close around him. He never put the underwear on last night after all.
“Can I?” Heath asks, and even though he’s already touching and rubbing and sniffing and generally being all up in Jake’s business, he’s needy and so horny and he wants more.
“Sure man, go for it,” Jake says, his voice turned-on and sleepy all at the same time, a soft, rumbly mix that makes Heath go a little crazy.
It’s getting lighter in the room, but it’s not much past six so it’s still mostly gloom and Heath wants to see. “Hang on,” he says, then slips out of bed just long enough to open the blinds. He takes a few extra seconds to strip out of his t-shirt and briefs, is shivering by the time he slides back under the covers but it’s worth the cold because now he can see. He puts one hand on Jake’s side and moves his t-shirt up a bit. “Can I take this off?”
“Of course,” Jake says, lifts up and pulls it off, and then they both lay back down together, Heath’s front pressed to Jake’s back, and for a couple of minutes Heath just touches, runs his hand up and down Jake’s chest and belly, skimming over his cock, drifting slowly but not stopping to do anything more. For the moment he just wants to take him all in, learn the feel of a man in his bed, get used to this thing that’s still so new and different. He thinks for a second of Matt, but there’s nothing there that he wants so he goes back to enjoying what he has - Jake, who is warm and beautiful and naked, and for the moment at least, all for him.
Jake takes it for a while, but after a few minutes his breathing turns heavy and his hips start to rock, his cock hard and searching for Heath’s hand every time it slips by. Heath’s own breathing has gotten labored as well and he’s smeared a wet spot on Jake’s thigh, but he’s not ready for it to be over yet so he pushes Jake onto his belly and climbs on top of him. He ruts some more and Jake spreads his legs and lets him, and Heath’s mind starts to go fuzzy around the edges with how much he wants. Jake feels so good beneath him, his ass firm and curved just right to fit against Heath’s body, but he wants more than just to fuck so he begins to kiss his way down his pale, sleek back. Jake groans and keeps up the slow rhythm they started, rubbing himself on the sheets but Heath doesn’t care, is fine with whatever Jake wants to do to make himself feel good as long as he gets to do things too.
He works his way patiently down Jake’s back, using his fingers as well as his mouth to investigate all the grooves and hollows and freckles as he passes them by. When he gets to the dimples at the base of his spine, he drags his face across them, dry lips and nothing more. He hums with pleasure and considers turning him over so that he can play with his cock, but he wants to make the most of his time in bed, since most of the new things Heath wants to try can’t happen in that alley.
After having him here, it’s hard to think of ever going back to that.
After only the slightest pause, Heath keeps working his way south, his lips open now, panting against the smoothness of Jake’s skin as his heart pounds nervously at what he wants to do. He’s never done this before, never touched another person this intimately before but he wants to now, and everything he wants to do, he wants to do first with Jake. That way, no matter what else happens in the future, at least he’ll know what the experience is supposed to be like.
Jake spreads his legs further as Heath slides down behind him, whether purposefully to give him access or just because he’s not thinking enough to stop him, Heath doesn’t know. He keeps going slow just in case he’s crossing a line, but Jake doesn’t say anything, has gone still and silent and when Heath listens, he can’t even hear him breathe.
“This ok?” he asks, his voice gruff in the early morning quiet, his thumbs brushing the fullness of Jake’s cheeks with purpose. He feels Jake move, glances up to see him looking back over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed red and his dark hair tousled.
“Yeah, man, whatever you want.”
Heath wants everything. He doesn’t break eye contact as he uses his thumbs to open him up, watches Jake’s lids fall closed as he rubs his face against his soft skin, breathes him in, clean, earthy smell. He looks away at last because he needs to see this private place and Jake drops his face back into the pillows and moans softly as Heath moves in close enough to taste.
*****
He can’t believe this is happening. Of all the wrong things he’s done in his life, this is right up there on the top of the stack. But Jesus Christ it feels so good and he never, ever gets to have this. Every now and then someone wants to blow him, maybe three or four times a year, but otherwise he’s on his knees, either getting some jerk’s dick shoved down his throat or even worse, rammed up his ass. Nobody ever wants to do this to him and he can’t a bit more say no than he can slice off his own dick. So he lets Heath do whatever he wants, and when it gets to be more than he can stand he buries his face in the pillows and lets it happen anyway, rocks back into Heath’s face, desperate for more of his amazing fingers and tongue. Even the rough brush of stubble on his tender skin feels good, revving up all the nerve endings down there, putting a finer point on everything that’s already driving him insane.
After today, he’s going to have to come up with a better plan. But he’s got a few hours left - the power’s not supposed to come back on till noon - and he’s going to make the most of it while he can. Reality will come along soon enough no matter what he does. His dad used to have a saying: Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face. He’s finally found a chance to put his dad’s advice to good use.
*****
Heath tongues him until he can’t do it anymore, till his mouth is aching and his dick is ready to explode. He wants to fuck but the condoms are way over there in the drawer and he can’t wait another second, so he pulls back, mutters, “Turn over,” even as he’s manhandling Jake onto his back. Jake goes easily, bringing his swollen dick into view and in the back of Heath’s brain he hears the word mine, and even though he knows it’s not really true, it is for the moment and he wants to prove it. He takes himself in hand and strips his cock quickly, watching Jake watch him, his eyes slits of blue, long, thick lashes hiding so much of what Heath wants to see yet making such a perfect picture. It only takes a couple of pulls and he’s done, shooting all over Jake, painting his flat belly and his cock with his come. Heath touches it, smears it around in the dark swirl of hair below his belly button and up and down the length of his cock, but it’s still not enough - whatever’s driving him isn’t done yet - so as soon as he can breathe again he falls down between Jake’s legs, swallowing him down. Jake cries out as his hands close around the back of Heath’s head. His hips shudder and Heath hears him gasp, “Oh fuck, I’m already there,” and then he thrusts deep into Heath’s throat and comes.
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He needs to move but he can’t quite yet, his whole body blissed out and useless after what they just did. Or more accurately, what he just did. He fucked Heath’s face like he was the one paying and Heath was the hooker, and he’s not sure how things go so turned around other than it’s pitch dark and they’re snowbound and warm and cozy in Heath’s bed instead of freezing in that God-forsaken alley where he’s used to doing business, where he knows what’s what and doesn’t get confused about his role in things.
But he tried to pull out, is pretty sure he remembers giving Heath every opportunity to stop things before they went too far, but Heath didn’t take him up on it, sucking him harder instead and then driving him over the edge with fingers that weren’t supposed to be so skillful. Of course, Jake’s not used to anyone ever touching him that way, doing something extra just to make it better for him, so it probably doesn’t take an awful lot of skill to get him off, more likely just the willingness to make the effort.
And Heath’s making the effort. He’s given him two blowjobs, and the one time they fucked was nothing like most of the careless, hurried-up fucks he’s gotten over the last three years. It was more like what you’d do with somebody you wanted to see again, somebody you liked and wanted to do more with than just bust a nut.
That’s how it feels once they get down to it, kissing and making out till they can’t stop and it’s crazy good to the point where it’s easy to forget what they’re really doing and just go with the moment. It’s more like they’re doing it just because they want to and they can, and maybe that’s kinda true, but with one important exception. Jake’s working and Heath’s learning. He’s using Jake to figure things out so that he doesn’t embarrass himself in the sack with somebody he really cares about, and Jake’s letting him because it’s his job.
And that’s ok, Jake tells himself as he eases out of Heath’s mouth and off of him, flopping down on the bed to recover. Every one of his tricks has their own personal reasons for using his services, and mostly he doesn’t care as long as they don’t rough him up too bad and they pay up when it’s done. All he cares about is that their money pays for him to live right now and go after a future that’s all his and a thousand times better than this. In a perfect world, he wouldn’t be doing this, and in a perfect world Heath wouldn’t either - he’d be dating some metrosexual dude with a six figure income and a cool loft apartment with a view of the Potomac.
But real life rarely works out the way it should, and while he’s not living the dream, Jake knows his situation could be a lot worse. He doesn’t judge the guys who’re using him for shit reasons, just pockets their twenties and goes on, and it sure isn’t fair to Heath to hold it against him just because he’s unintentionally changing the rules. He can’t help it that he’s a nice guy who got cheated out of knowing who he really is for half his life and is stuck playing catch-up with a hooker he happened to run into in a bar. His money’s good, which is all that really matters, but so far, so is everything else about him, and that’s the rub.
Jake figures it says something really fucked up about his own life experiences to date that it’s the one good guy in the mix who makes him really nervous.
*****
Just when Heath’s about to give up on ever breathing again, Jake slips off him. The air is cold in his room, almost shocking on his face where Jake’s body was blanketed over him just seconds before, warm and fragrant and so very close. Heath wants to pull him into his arms, or roll over and touch him some more, maybe kiss him - definitely kiss him - but kissing after all the sex is over is something you only do with people who want to be with you, not something you do with someone who’s only with you because he can’t afford not to be. So Heath pushes all those impulses down and opts for getting settled instead, gulping down half his bottle of water, then plumping his pillow and adjusting the covers, which are half-trapped beneath Jake’s body.
“Come on, get under here before you freeze,” he says, hears the roughness in his voice that having Jake’s dick crammed down his throat put there. He liked it though, isn’t sorry they finished up that way at all. He’s heard that most women don’t like giving head, although he’s had his fair share of blowjobs. Maybe they don’t like it because they’ve got small mouths, or it could be that they get hung up on the whole swallow-or-spit issue. Although he’s only done it twice, Heath’s already pretty sure it’s going to be something he likes and wants to do again. Often.
“Mmmm… yeah, ok…” Jake mumbles back, sleepy but compliant as he draws up his legs and lifts his butt off the blanket till Heath can get it free and over him. Even though he can’t see anything but the barest outline of Jake’s body in the darkness, still, just knowing he’s there, naked below the waist with all his boy-parts free and exposed, makes it really hard for Heath to do the right thing and move away. He just got off not five minutes ago and already his cock is buzzing with excitement because its happy place is only a few inches away, but Heath forces himself to ignore it. He doesn’t want to make a nuisance of himself. Jake’s working, but it’s not cool to expect him to be on the clock all the time. He definitely wants more in the morning and that will have to be soon enough.
Once the covers are snug around them, Heath fluffs his pillow some more, then lies back, alone as he can be in a bed that finally has someone else in it, and wills himself to go to sleep.
*****
His nose is frozen when he wakes up but the rest of him is warm, especially along his back where someone’s lying pressed up close, butt to butt. It takes Heath a few seconds to fight his way out of his dream enough to figure out that it’s Jake in bed next to him, and on the heels of that discovery he realizes that it’s early morning, with daylight just beginning to peek in through the blinds, and a glance at the clock on his nightstand tells him that the power’s still out.
Just as he’s about to move, stretch and yawn and maybe even roll over and slip an arm over Jake’s waist, see what his chances are for some barely-daylight loving, he feels Jake’s arm moving rhythmically against him. He holds perfectly still - well, except for his morning wood which twitches hopefully - and tries to figure out what’s going on, although from the feel of Jake’s movements, it’s pretty obvious.
He focuses on breathing evenly and tries to figure out what to do. Heath’s not exactly sure what the etiquette is for such a situation. Even though technically Jake is there to have sex with him, he still doesn’t feel right about barging in without an invitation if he’s jacking off. He imagines that with his job, Jake probably doesn’t get many opportunities to jack off, probably has to save himself for work, and Heath can’t imagine how confining that must be. While he’s sick to death of jerking off alone because he’s done it so much lately, he wouldn’t want to have to not do it in order to do his job. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’d go nuts in no time if that was the case. No better way to make something irresistible than to make it off limits.
His own dick is having a crisis at being ignored and Heath is on the verge of faking waking up, because listening in just isn’t working for him on any level, when suddenly Jake hisses, “Shit shit shit!!” and at the same time Heath hears a quiet little buzz. His first thought is TOYS!?!, but then Jake’s moving away from him all the way to the far edge of the bed and whispering, “I can’t talk right now! That’s why I’m texting!”
At which point Heath figures out that Jake’s playing with a phone and not a vibrator and he’s kinda disappointed for about three seconds before he realizes he’s gone from eavesdropping on private sex to eavesdropping on a private phone conversation. The one thing he could force himself to resist, but a chance to get more information on Jake is not something he can turn down, so he stays still and listens.
“No, spazz, I’m not on the toilet. What are you doing up anyway?”
After a few seconds, he says, still whispering but loudly enough for Spazz to hear so Heath has no problem hearing too, “Sorry. I can’t. I’m not home and I don’t have my laptop.”
Listen, listen. “I’m at some guy’s place. I got snowed in.”
Heath can hear the crackle of a voice even though he can’t hear what they’re saying. It’s higher pitched, though, so he’s betting on a girl. Maybe Jake’s version of Anne. If so, he’s probably about to get put on the rack.
“No, he’s not my boyfriend. Chill out. He’s just a guy I hook up with sometimes.”
Heath’s not sure how he feels about that. It’s better than He’s a guy who’s paying me for sex, but still…
“Yeah, just because I don’t tell the world doesn’t mean I never get any. Jesus.” Heath isn’t sure what to make of that. They must be talking about sex, and how could anyone who knows him think he never gets laid?
“No, you can’t meet him. I told you, it’s not like that. What time do you want me there today?”
For what, Heath wants to know. All this time he’s assumed Jake only does guys. Is he making an appointment to see a woman? That makes Heath’s stomach go tight with displeasure, especially if he’s doing it while he’s in bed with him.
“Fine. I’ve got some money so I’ll hit the store on the way. I got some new ideas I wanna try. I think it’s gonna be killer.”
Heath has no clue what that means, but it doesn’t really sound like sex. Although sex would definitely be killer right now. He eases his hand slowly off the bed and onto his cock and presses down, then has to bite back a whimper at how good just a little of his own touch feels. Jake is too far away. He wants him off the phone and close again.
“Yeah. I’m going back to sleep too. Can’t do anything till the power’s back on. I’ll text you later.”
The covers pull and Heath feels him shift further away, hears the clunk of his phone on the bedside table, and then he’s moving back, sliding closer, Heath’s wish-of-the-moment come true. He just eavesdropped on him telling his friend that he wanted to go back to sleep, but they can sleep after. Heath can’t keep his hands to himself another second. As soon as Jake settles next to him, he rolls over and plasters himself along his back, arm snugging around his waist, and only as he’s burying his nose in Jake’s neck to breathe him in does it occur to him that maybe this is over the line for what they’re doing, kind of like kissing after sex.
But Jake doesn’t flinch or push him away, just runs his hand down Heath’s arm till their fingers twine together. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“I was already up,” Heath answers truthfully, decides he really doesn’t want to lie even if it means admitting to listening in.
Jake doesn’t call him on it though, just wiggles his backside and laughs softly. “Yeah, I’ll say.”
“Sorry,” Heath apologizes, although he pushes his hips forward hopefully, rubbing his needy dick against Jake’s ass.
“It’s cool. I’m up too,” Jake says, grinds back and pulls Heath’s hand down so that he can touch. Heath sucks in an eager breath, hears Jake do the same as his fingers close around him. He never put the underwear on last night after all.
“Can I?” Heath asks, and even though he’s already touching and rubbing and sniffing and generally being all up in Jake’s business, he’s needy and so horny and he wants more.
“Sure man, go for it,” Jake says, his voice turned-on and sleepy all at the same time, a soft, rumbly mix that makes Heath go a little crazy.
It’s getting lighter in the room, but it’s not much past six so it’s still mostly gloom and Heath wants to see. “Hang on,” he says, then slips out of bed just long enough to open the blinds. He takes a few extra seconds to strip out of his t-shirt and briefs, is shivering by the time he slides back under the covers but it’s worth the cold because now he can see. He puts one hand on Jake’s side and moves his t-shirt up a bit. “Can I take this off?”
“Of course,” Jake says, lifts up and pulls it off, and then they both lay back down together, Heath’s front pressed to Jake’s back, and for a couple of minutes Heath just touches, runs his hand up and down Jake’s chest and belly, skimming over his cock, drifting slowly but not stopping to do anything more. For the moment he just wants to take him all in, learn the feel of a man in his bed, get used to this thing that’s still so new and different. He thinks for a second of Matt, but there’s nothing there that he wants so he goes back to enjoying what he has - Jake, who is warm and beautiful and naked, and for the moment at least, all for him.
Jake takes it for a while, but after a few minutes his breathing turns heavy and his hips start to rock, his cock hard and searching for Heath’s hand every time it slips by. Heath’s own breathing has gotten labored as well and he’s smeared a wet spot on Jake’s thigh, but he’s not ready for it to be over yet so he pushes Jake onto his belly and climbs on top of him. He ruts some more and Jake spreads his legs and lets him, and Heath’s mind starts to go fuzzy around the edges with how much he wants. Jake feels so good beneath him, his ass firm and curved just right to fit against Heath’s body, but he wants more than just to fuck so he begins to kiss his way down his pale, sleek back. Jake groans and keeps up the slow rhythm they started, rubbing himself on the sheets but Heath doesn’t care, is fine with whatever Jake wants to do to make himself feel good as long as he gets to do things too.
He works his way patiently down Jake’s back, using his fingers as well as his mouth to investigate all the grooves and hollows and freckles as he passes them by. When he gets to the dimples at the base of his spine, he drags his face across them, dry lips and nothing more. He hums with pleasure and considers turning him over so that he can play with his cock, but he wants to make the most of his time in bed, since most of the new things Heath wants to try can’t happen in that alley.
After having him here, it’s hard to think of ever going back to that.
After only the slightest pause, Heath keeps working his way south, his lips open now, panting against the smoothness of Jake’s skin as his heart pounds nervously at what he wants to do. He’s never done this before, never touched another person this intimately before but he wants to now, and everything he wants to do, he wants to do first with Jake. That way, no matter what else happens in the future, at least he’ll know what the experience is supposed to be like.
Jake spreads his legs further as Heath slides down behind him, whether purposefully to give him access or just because he’s not thinking enough to stop him, Heath doesn’t know. He keeps going slow just in case he’s crossing a line, but Jake doesn’t say anything, has gone still and silent and when Heath listens, he can’t even hear him breathe.
“This ok?” he asks, his voice gruff in the early morning quiet, his thumbs brushing the fullness of Jake’s cheeks with purpose. He feels Jake move, glances up to see him looking back over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed red and his dark hair tousled.
“Yeah, man, whatever you want.”
Heath wants everything. He doesn’t break eye contact as he uses his thumbs to open him up, watches Jake’s lids fall closed as he rubs his face against his soft skin, breathes him in, clean, earthy smell. He looks away at last because he needs to see this private place and Jake drops his face back into the pillows and moans softly as Heath moves in close enough to taste.
*****
He can’t believe this is happening. Of all the wrong things he’s done in his life, this is right up there on the top of the stack. But Jesus Christ it feels so good and he never, ever gets to have this. Every now and then someone wants to blow him, maybe three or four times a year, but otherwise he’s on his knees, either getting some jerk’s dick shoved down his throat or even worse, rammed up his ass. Nobody ever wants to do this to him and he can’t a bit more say no than he can slice off his own dick. So he lets Heath do whatever he wants, and when it gets to be more than he can stand he buries his face in the pillows and lets it happen anyway, rocks back into Heath’s face, desperate for more of his amazing fingers and tongue. Even the rough brush of stubble on his tender skin feels good, revving up all the nerve endings down there, putting a finer point on everything that’s already driving him insane.
After today, he’s going to have to come up with a better plan. But he’s got a few hours left - the power’s not supposed to come back on till noon - and he’s going to make the most of it while he can. Reality will come along soon enough no matter what he does. His dad used to have a saying: Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face. He’s finally found a chance to put his dad’s advice to good use.
*****
Heath tongues him until he can’t do it anymore, till his mouth is aching and his dick is ready to explode. He wants to fuck but the condoms are way over there in the drawer and he can’t wait another second, so he pulls back, mutters, “Turn over,” even as he’s manhandling Jake onto his back. Jake goes easily, bringing his swollen dick into view and in the back of Heath’s brain he hears the word mine, and even though he knows it’s not really true, it is for the moment and he wants to prove it. He takes himself in hand and strips his cock quickly, watching Jake watch him, his eyes slits of blue, long, thick lashes hiding so much of what Heath wants to see yet making such a perfect picture. It only takes a couple of pulls and he’s done, shooting all over Jake, painting his flat belly and his cock with his come. Heath touches it, smears it around in the dark swirl of hair below his belly button and up and down the length of his cock, but it’s still not enough - whatever’s driving him isn’t done yet - so as soon as he can breathe again he falls down between Jake’s legs, swallowing him down. Jake cries out as his hands close around the back of Heath’s head. His hips shudder and Heath hears him gasp, “Oh fuck, I’m already there,” and then he thrusts deep into Heath’s throat and comes.
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