Page 66 of The Road Home
"Yes." Orson's voice was lust filled.
Happy to give him what he wanted, Jared worked the button on Orson's jeans open. He let his fingers linger at the opening, teasing along the V the zipper caused as it slid open.
Orson's breath was heavier, his body responding to the touch. It was a beautiful thing to hear as he watched Orson's eyes close, and hips start to move as if he could force Jared's hand lower by swiveling them.
"One thing at a time, babe." Jared lowered to his knees, lifting one of Orson's feet off the floor to pull off the shoe and sock. Once he had one done, he did the other. "You are so perfect." He leaned his head in, resting his forehead against Orson's stomach, letting his hot breath wash over the bare skin there.
Wanting to make this last, Jared slowly eased Orson's pants down his legs, leaving the boxers in place, not wanting to expose him yet. As much as it was teasing Orson, it was teasing him too. He was slowly unwrapping his present, and he couldn't wait to see what was waiting for him once he got everything off.
"Step out." Jared tapped Orson's leg when he had the pants around his ankles.
Orson stared down at him. "You're killing me."
"I'll make it worth the wait." Jared tossed the jeans aside before running his hands up the inside of Orson's legs, slipping his fingers just under his boxers. Keeping his hands there, he leaned in, brushing his mouth over the bulge that tented the front of his underwear.
"Fuck." Orson's fingers gripped at Jared's hair. "Please…."
"Like this?" Jared opened his mouth, sliding his lips over the thin material, pressing them around the outside of Orson's cock until he got to the tip where a small wet spot showed from leaking precum.
"Yes!" Orson pressed his hips forward.
Jared smiled as he continued to move his mouth over the material, enjoying the way Orson's cock jerked with excitement.
Unable to wait any longer, Jared quickly reached up and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jared's boxers, then pulled down, exposing Orson's hardened cock. He let the boxers pool around Orson's feet, but his full attention was on the thick shaft inches from his face.
"As much as I want to taste you right now, if I start, I won't stop. So shower first." Jared stood, taking one step back before pulling his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He stared directly at Orson as he kicked off his shoes. He smiled as Orson watched his hands move to the top of his pants.
He wasn't used to having someone watch him this way. Most of the time it was barely pulling his pants down, so he could either fuck or get fucked. There was something so erotic about having someone watch him, and being able to see that person's reaction to him.
He pushed his pants and boxers down, working them off his leg, not wanting to waste any time. The sooner they got to the shower, the sooner he could continue what he'd started with Orson. There was so much he wanted to do, so many things he wanted to try, but he needed to take it slow. He wouldn't rush and risk triggering Orson. This needed to be more than just rushed lust. It needed to mean something, to be special.
Once he was naked, Jared smiled. "Come here."
Orson took several steps forward, closing the distance between them.
"Hi." Jared placed his hand on Orson's hips.
"Hi." Orson blushed.
Jared swayed his hips forward, causing their cocks to brush together for the first time with nothing between them. He smiled at the whimper that escaped Orson. He did it again, this time keeping them pressed together as he nipped at Orson's lips.
Playing around and taking his time was amazing. This was what had been missing from his sex life. Having someone he was comfortable with changed everything. He wasn't rushed to get out of some dark bar, afraid someone would see him. He wasn't in a hurry to get off so he could forget what he'd done with a stranger. This was so much more. He wrapped his arms around Orson, enjoying the feel of his naked body against his own. "Shower," he whispered as he linked their hands, then slowly stepped backward toward the bathroom.
Orson stayed with him every step, kissing and caressing Jared's body, keeping them close together.
By the time they hit the tile floor, Jared was trembling with need. His cock wept as he forced himself to step back. Wanting to get back to Orson as quickly as possible, he turned on the water, making sure it was warm enough before reaching again for Orson and tugging him into the shower with him.
Hot water fell over them, but neither noticed as Jared kissed him again, finally allowing himself to get lost in the emotions and passion that flowed between them. Nothing in his life ever felt as good as this did, and he wasn't about to let Orson go or stop what they were doing. He wanted more, wanted everything Orson would give him.
The thought scared him because he wasn't just thinking physical. His heart was a very active player in what was happening. The feelings that stirred were scary and new, but he welcomed them, wondering if Orson could be the one, be the person he was meant to spend his life with.
Just as quickly as the thought hit him, it died as he thought about Orson being out and him not. It would never work. In time, Orson would want to go public. He would want to tell his friends, their friends, and that was something Jared wasn't sure he could do.
Refusing to let the negative thoughts ruin the moment, he forced the worry to the back of his mind and focused on what he had in his arms. Orson's wet body pressed against him, their hips doing a seductive dance of back and forth, causing their cocks to come together, then part, just to do it again.
With the intensity of their arousal growing, Jared needed to wash before he was too far gone to think. He stepped back a few inches, reaching for the body wash before drizzling a small amount in his palms. He ran his hands over Orson's body, watching the thick lather rise off his skin. The scent only added to his arousal as he worked the soap over every inch of skin he could reach.
"Me too." Orson reached for the bottle, doing the same thing.
