Page 59 of The Road Home
Right or wrong, Jared was done denying what he was feeling for Orson. The man had walked into his life and spun his entire being into a tailspin. Nothing had been the same since Orson had come home with him.
The first touch of their lips was just as powerful as it had been the first time they'd kissed, only this time, there was no hesitation, no doubt. Jared was sure of what he wanted. The feelings Orson stirred inside him weren't wrong and they couldn't be denied.
He moved his lips over Orson's, going slow, giving him a chance to resist if this wasn't what he wanted. Jared wanted to be careful, letting Orson know that he always had control and Jared wouldn't take anything from him that he didn't want to give.
When Orson's tongue caressed over his lips, he groaned, tightening his arms around him and opening his mouth to him, inviting him inside as he flicked his own tongue against Orson's and deepened the kiss.
His body surged to full awareness, his cock growing hard, but he wasn't ready to push Orson into anything sexual yet. That would take time. For now, the kissing and holding each other was enough. He lost himself in the kiss, unable to understand the need that suddenly raged through him and scared by the possessiveness that consumed him when it came to the man in his arms.
Orson moved, shifting his body so he was pressed firmly against Jared's body, their cocks making contact through the thin material that separated them. Jared moaned as Orson pressed his hips forward, pushing and rubbing against him.
Resisting the urge to thrust back, Jared let Orson set the pace, giving him complete control even though Jared wanted nothing more than to roll them over, press his body down onto Orson's, and slide between his legs.
Orson grunted against his mouth, his hips moving back and forth, thrusting against him, bringing Jared's arousal higher. Nothing in his life had been this good. Orson's body against his own, the taste of Orson's mouth, the feel of his hands sliding up and down his body, it was perfect.
Orson broke the kiss, arching his head back, as he braced his hands on either side of Jared's body, allowing him better leverage to work his hips back and forth.
Jared held onto Orson's hips, his own body tight and tense as he tried to keep from moving. It was impossible, and as soon as he started to push back against Orson, he was sure he would lose his mind. Every nerve in his body hummed, every inch of his skin burned, and his cock swelled and thickened quickly.
"I'm going to come if we keep this up." Jared groaned.
"Me too." Orson's words were breathy as he stared down at Jared. "I want this."
That was all Jared needed to hear. Arching up, he again claimed Orson's mouth, kissing him hard as he worked his own body against Orson's to make sure they both would find their release. Just the thought of feeling Orson come undone in his arms had his cock leaking, and with only a few more well-positioned thrusts, he was lost, losing control as he came.
Jared cried out, his orgasm washing over him, head to toe. There wasn't a part of his body that didn't feel the pleasure that shot through him as he smashed his cock against Orson's, hardly daring to think what it would be like if they'd both been naked.
Orson's body jerked, and a moment later he grunted, his body falling hard on top of him as he smashed his own cock against Jared's and rode out his own release.
Seeing Orson come was one of the most beautiful things Jared had ever seen. He loved the way his head arched, the muscles in his neck tightening, his lips parting, and his body trembling in Jared's arms.
He held him tightly, enjoying the feel of Orson's cock pulsing against his own and the wetness slowly seeping through their boxers to mix together in a sticky mess. Both of them stilled, breathing heavy as they slowly recovered from their shared pleasure.
"That was amazing," Orson mumbled from where he had his head buried against Jared's chest.
"I knew it would be good between us. I've wanted you since that night we kissed." Jared ran his hand down Orson's damp skin. "Are you okay?"
"I can't move." Orson sighed. "I'm spent."
"Me too." Jared relaxed against the pillow.
Orson rolled off Jared, curling up beside him, his head on the same pillow. "You're not mad?"
"No, not at all."
"But you didn't want this."
Jared turned so he was facing Orson. "It wasn't that I didn't want this. I've wanted you for so long, but I'm scared I can't be enough for you. I don't know how to do this."
"Do what? Sex?"
"No, sex I know how to do, but relationships, anything more than a quick fuck, and I'm lost. I've never held anyone like this, never allowed someone to hold me. It was raw sex before you. You deserve more than that, and as much as I want to give that to you, I'm not sure I know how."
"You look like you're doing a good job right now." Orson kissed him softly. "I'm not asking for more. This is good. It's enough. I know you're not ready to tell the world you're gay. That's okay. If we only enjoy this while I'm here, then that's fine with me. At least if you want to. If you don't want it to happen again, then we won't do anything."
Jared laughed. "Want to tell me how we do that? Every minute we are together I want to be close to you, hold you, touch you." Jared linked his fingers with Orson's, holding them against his chest. "I was afraid of hurting you. Not physically, but after all you've been through, I wasn't sure how you would react to doing stuff like this."
"I wasn't either, but it felt right. I wasn't scared. Sex may be different. I won't know until we try, but I know you're not them. You aren't going to hurt me." Orson smiled. "I like this. I feel safe in your arms, and I feel safe when we do things like this. I can't know if anything will bother me until we try it, but I do know that I don't want this to be all we do. I want more."
