Page 51 of Paradise

Jonah wasn’t an exhibitionist, but he appreciated the fact that Garrett could be. Garrett was gorgeous, flirtatious, and unabashedly hedonistic, and all of that energy and passion was Jonah’s now. Their marriage was a commitment to each other, but it also meant that they were going to have to go deep to figure out how to make each other happy, over and over and over, for the rest of their lives.

When it came to sex, Jonah had never done much more than, well,fucking.Making love, depending on who he was with and what they were doing, but hands and mouths and cocks and … just the body. Just the other person’s body and his own.

Jonah knew that Garrett was a lot more used to using technology in the bedroom, or the living room, or the zero-grav room, or wherever he happened to be having sex, but this house went beyond a novel location or a new toy. This house could plunge you right into the realm of different temperatures and electricity and altered states and extravisual stimulationand elastimaterial surfaces and toys … honestly, it was way too much, but Garrett was good at introducing it little by little.

Like in the pool. Jonah didn’t even know that there was something other than regular water that you could swim in, but apparently there was, and it existed in this house.

“Check this out.” Garrett grinned, positioning Jonah in one corner of the pool. He reached out to the edges and pressed a button on either side, and all of a sudden, Jonah was almost completely immobile. The water feltthick, like he was trapped in clay.

“Okay?” Garrett asked him. “Not too claustrophobic?”

“No,” Jonah said, giving up straining after a moment. His skin tingled a little, but apart from that, the water was still the same temperature and clung to him just as intimately; it just wasn’t the same viscosity. “How does this stuff even exist?”

“Nanotechnology.” Garrett grinned. “Gotta love it. And the best thing is, it holds you down because it’s attuned to this part of the pool, but it doesn’t have any effect on me. Stay here for a second.” He pulled himself out of the pool and walked out of Jonah’s line of sight.

“Yeah, ha-ha, like I can go anywhere,” Jonah groused.

“Aw, baby, don’t be like that.” Garrett slipped back into the pool, wearing a thin pair of gloves and something over his nose that Jonah actually recognized.

“Rebreather?”

“The nasal version because I want to be able to use my mouth,” Garrett told him.

“And the gloves?”

“They have a very particular pulse effect in this kind of water. Let me show you,” Garrett said with a smile. He dipped his left hand under the water and made a slight pushing motion toward Jonah. And the water rippled … and it felt like Jonah’s whole midsection was being gently bombarded by a thousand tinywaves, just barely sharp edged before they dissipated against his flesh.

“Oh … fuck.”

“I know.” Garrett changed the angle of his hand and slowly snapped his fingers, and a tighter, squeezing sensation crawled up Jonah’s chest and over his nipples before ending at the waterline.

“Fuck.”

“And that would be so much fun, but I want to suck you. If you don’t like anything, just say ‘stop’ loudly, and I’ll hear you.” Before Jonah could say anything else, Garrett sank into the water and leaned forward, moving effortlessly through the liquid until his lips wrapped around Jonah’s cock.

Jonah hadn’t been hard when the water had locked him into place, and he’d wondered how he’d be able to get that way when his entire body was in stasis, but inside of Garrett’s mouth he could swell and expand. He groaned at the feel of Garrett’s tongue caressing him, rubbing ruthlessly along his shaft, and he tried to spread his legs wider, then cursed.

Garrett moved his hands, and frissons of shivering water cascaded up Jonah’s legs and hips, and god, he just wanted to twitch away from it, but he couldn’t move. It wasn’t his favorite, but he wasn’t about to tell Garrett to stop it either.

But Garrett knew what Jonah liked better than he could articulate for himself, and the next waves that washed up his body were like slow, rolling embraces, feathering off at the top into a light, pattering touch, and Jonah had no idea how his husband was doing that, but he loved it.

Garrett kept Jonah’s cock in his mouth until the head touched the back of his throat, and even then, he just hummed and swallowed and made Jonah see stars. When he did finally pull back to the head with his lips, swirling his tongue in greedy circles, the stillness he was trapped in reminded Jonah that hewasn’t going to be able to move his hips, no matter how hard he tried to. No thrusting, no reaching down and grabbing, just Garrett having him however he wanted him. It was a relaxing realization, actually, and Jonah let his head tilt back against the pillow of water behind him and let his husband do what he wanted.

What Garrett wanted, apparently, was to up the ante. His palms settled between Jonah’s thighs, and then gentle pulses of water started to push upward, pressing rhythmically against his perineum. It was like a massage, and coupled with the rolling sensation that Garrett was somehow keeping up and the warmth and eager pressure against his cock, it was just about as much sensory overload as Jonah could handle. He was so hard and ready, but he couldn’t give himself any relief; Jonah knew he was going to be coming on Garrett’s schedule and no one else’s.

Fortunately, Garrett didn’t like to keep him hanging when he couldn’t hear Jonah begging for release. He moved his hand again, and this time a gloved finger actually pressed against Jonah’s hole, slowly circling, swirling the water around it, and his other hand wrapped around the base of Jonah’s cock and jacked him fast, the first fast thing he’d experienced since being locked in place. Jonah groaned a hard exhalation and came slowly, achingly, his balls held in place by the static water, no tight rush to speed things along.

By the time the stars had faded from his vision, Garrett was standing again, the rebreather was gone, and he was kissing Jonah hard. “You’re so good to me,” he said, the words tripping over themselves to get out as they kissed again and again. “You’ll do anything I want, won’t you? You’ll do anything I ask of you.”

“Seems that way,” Jonah managed, kissing him back a few times. “Though I’d kinda like to stretch my shoulders out, darling.”

“Right.” Garrett hit the buttons again, and the hold suddenly released, and Jonah slumped into Garrett’s arms. “Are you okay?”

“I feel great,” Jonah told him, “but you feel like you could use somethin’, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, yeah.” Garrett kissed him again, then peeled the gloves off and set them next to the rebreather on the side of the pool. “I could really go for fucking you right now.”

Jonah stretched lazily, then wrapped his legs around Garrett’s waist. “Then maybe you should.”

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