Page 105 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
“I understand. I…” He took a deep breath. “I have thoughtslike that about Marcy all the time. With every infection I deal with the guiltof hoping the treatment won’t work.”
Christopher rubbed Jesse’s thigh. “I let myself imagine whatthat would be like, you know? Bob would be gone. Mom would be…well, devastated,I’m sure, but she would heal eventually. And this is where it all gets reallysad and kind of awful—” Christopher barked a laugh. “Like what I’ve said so farisn’t enough. This stuff is just…kind of mortifying.”
“Nothing you could say would surprise me. You’re talking tosomeone with a PhD in not knowing what to want when it comes to another person’slife.”
Christopher swallowed convulsively and stiffened his shoulders,like he was bracing himself for what he admitted next. “I imagined how once hewas gone, and she’d had a chance to grieve, my mom would come to me, crying,and apologize for having married him; for letting him treat me like that. She’dtell me she was wrong, and she’d hug me, and we’d cry together, and I’d finallyget my mom back.”
“Chris…”
“But the reality is, I’ll never have my mom back, because Inever had my mom at all. You know how I told you music makes me feel like Icould slide into a world I miss every day, but where I’ve never been? I thinkthat’s a place where I have a family. One that loves me and protects me.”
“Oh, babe,” Jesse gathered him close and kissed his hair,nearly carried away by an urge to declare that he’d take care of him, protecthim, and make sure no one ever hurt him again.
Christopher sighed against Jesse’s chest. “I’m not surewhere I go from here. Family-wise. I know I still have Gran…and probablyJackie, Joe, and the kids, but I can’t go back ho… Huh. I was going to say ‘home’but it was never really my home. It was always Bob’s house. I live in Gran’splace. I guess I don’t have a home.”
You have a home here with me.Jesseswallowed hard, the words on the tip of his tongue. But he knew he couldn’t saythem. Not yet. He just held Christopher close, wishing he could take away hishurt and loss. But he knew better than anyone that grief would have its way,and they’d all just have to let it.
Jesse stood beside the bed with one foot on themattress and Christopher kneeling before him. Christopher’s dick jutted upagainst his stomach, and he played with it as Jesse slowly fucked his mouth.Christopher’s hot, slippery, textured tongue slid along Jesse’s length as hethrust past Christopher’s soft pallet and into his gripping throat.
“Damn,” Jesse whispered, gazing down at Christopher’s wetlashes, pink cheeks, and red, bruised-looking lips stretched around the base ofhis dick. “Fucking hot, babe.”
Christopher held Jesse’s hips harder as he pulled back andthen slid down his shaft again, moaning, his shoulders flushed and his chestand neck red as he worked. Liquid, amazing warmth, pressure, and tightnessgripped Jesse’s cockhead as Christopher’s throat clenched around him.
“Yes,” Jesse murmured, gripping Christopher’s hair in bothhands rolling his hips, pumping his cock in and out carefully. His nipplestingled and ached, and he wished he could let go of Christopher’s hair to pinchthem, but he wanted to hold on too, angling his cock just right as he fuckedChristopher’s sweet, shining face. “You’re doing such a good job. Jesus, lookat your mouth. Look at you slobbering for me.”
Wet saliva slipped down Jesse’s shaft and over Christopher’schin, dripping down to the carpet and sliding over Jesse’s balls in waves ofspit that made their rhythmic contact against Christopher’s scratchy jaw soundperversely wet and wonderful. Jesse put his head back, squeezing his eyes as hemoved his hips. Christopher slid his fingers into Jesse’s crack.
He grunted as Christopher trailed them over his hole. “Yeah.Give me two. Rub my prostate,” Jesse murmured.
Christopher pulled off his dick and used some of the copiousspit to douse his fingers, an almost shy smile on his face as he licked andslathered his fingers until they were plenty wet. “Do you want me to fuck youtonight?” Christopher asked, voice gravelly, and eyes glassy.
Jesse shook his head. He’d have to explain to Christopherlater but it just wasn’t his bag. He’d rather fuck Christopher, wholovedit, any day. “I have other things in mind.”
Christopher’s eyes shone with anticipation and Jesse wasrelieved he wasn’t disappointed. “Yeah? What things?”
Jesse smirked. “Nothing too elaborate. Just gonna eat yourass and fuck you until you come for me.”
Christopher grinned. “Sounds perfect.”
They’d showered after taking a dip in the hot tub on thedeck. They’d spent an hour out there watching the stars, talking, and makingout like teenagers. Jesse could still smell the faint traces of chlorine onChristopher’s skin and he wanted to replace the scent with the sweetness ofChristopher’s sweat and the tanginess of their mingled cum.
“Get on the bed.”
Christopher laughed and shook his head. “Not done here yet.”He took hold of Jesse’s cock, sucking it back in and then popping off. “I didn’tget these fingers wet for nothing. Gonna make you squirm on them,” Christophersaid, pushing his slick fingers between Jesse’s ass cheeks.
Jesse smirked as Christopher took his cock back in hismouth, gasping softly at the burn of one finger pushing into him. He shiftedthe foot still on the mattress, widening his stance. “Fuck, it’s been awhile.”
Christopher blinked at him, not giving up his cock tocomment, and Jesse closed his eyes as Christopher’s second finger pushed intohim—burning, tight, and a little weird—but then he grunted as Christophercrooked his fingers to push against his prostate.
“Yeah,” Jesse said, gripping Christopher’s hair again,thrusting into his mouth as Christopher worked his gland. “So good, babe. You’vegot the right—ah! Yeah, the right place. Right there. Shit.”
Christopher closed his eyes and Jesse stared down at him,burning fullness from his ass and the friction against his hole seeming toslide over his skin, making every part of him feel like it was being sucked orfinger-fucked, and when his prostate was nailed good and hard, his brain andnipples and even the soles of his feet felt like they were going to explodeinto orgasm.
“Wanna fuck you,” Jesse said, pulling free of Christopher’smouth. “Get on the bed.”
Christopher slid his fingers out of Jesse’s ass, and theresidual burn disappeared quickly, leaving Jesse’s hole, nipples, and prostatefeeling buzzy and sensitized, the air currents in the room zinging his cock andnipples. His balls ached to come.
Christopher crawled onto the bed, shaking his ass at Jessewith each move across the sheets, and looking over his shoulder with a silly,mischievous smile. “I think you said something about eating my ass?” He shookit again. “Come and get it.”
