Page 118 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
“Exactly.”
“Well, I could have made that point myself. In fact, Iwasmaking that point.”
“You seem like you feel guilty about it,” Jesse said,stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, watching Christopher’s faceclosely. “Why’s that?”
“Because he’s not a bad guy, and because if he hadn’tdropped me after that first night, we’d probably have gotten together. BecauseI believe he really cares about me, even though he was awful at showing it whenit would have mattered. I guess I just think his chances of finding someone andmanaging to tell them the right things at the right time are pretty slim. He’skind of bad at this whole love thing.”
Jesse didn’t say anything. He wanted to say that he wasn’tsorry for the guy at all. He was grateful. Because the idea of Christopher withhim was appalling in a way that made Jesse want to fall on his knee and proposeright then and there just to make sure Christopher was really his and wasreally not going anywhere.
“Come on,” Christopher said, bumping Jesse’s shoulder. “Let’sgo home. The tree’s on the car and we’re all paid up. The kids are ready, Ithink. Let’s get this decorating party started.” He grinned then, his eyeslighting up again. “As afamily.”
Hours later, the decorations and tree were up, carolshad been sung, and the kids were exhausted and banished to the basement tobinge-watch the final season ofThe Legend of Korra.Christopher had been lured by Jesse up the stairs to his home studio in theattic, where Jesse had locked them in.
The window seat was wider than a twin bed, and long enoughthat Christopher, pants off, shirt rucked up, and ass in the air, suspectedJesse might have had it built with fucking in mind. Jesse was behind him on theseat with room to spare, and he’d spent the last ten needful minutes lickingChristopher’s ass like he had all the time in the world.
“Oh God, your ass is perfect,” Jesse groaned, kneeling backto test the give of Christopher’s spit-coated rim with a thumb.
Christopher, his head buried in the pillow, waited,breathing heavily and squeezing his aching cock. “Fuck, I’m dripping on yourwindow seat cover,” he whispered, sliding his fingers over the head of his cockto smear it around in hopes of keeping more from possibly staining the fabric.
“Don’t worry about it. Just let go and feel good, Chris.Open your hole up for me.”
Christopher whimpered as Jesse went back down on his hole,relentless with his tongue and lips. His hole spasmed and tingled under theassault and he pushed back for more. He moaned as sweat broke over him and hisnipples thrummed. It was so good, so enjoyable, and he finally had to reachbehind him to pull Jesse’s hair, making him stop, afraid he would cry out loudenough the kids might hear.
“They’re in the basement,” Jesse whispered wetly against theskin of his ass, as though he’d read his thoughts. “We’re in the attic. I wantto hear your noises.”
Jesse slid his hands down Christopher’s back soothingly, andChristopher heard the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper opening. He kept hishead down until Jesse smoothed some lube over his hole, and then he lifted upenough to whisper, “I’ll be loud if you fuck me. I won’t be able to helpmyself.”
“I know. I love that.” Jesse positioned himself behindChristopher. “Oh, and one last thing before I start.” He grabbed a handful ofChristopher’s hair and lifted his head. It kind of hurt, but Jesse was somehowgentle about it. He nudged Christopher’s chin and turned his head to face thewindow.
The sun was setting, and shades of pink and orangetransformed the sky over the mountains. The view was astounding. He could seeboth Thunderhead and LeConte and the usual trademark haze softened their edges.It was as if the view was torn from a dream.
Jesse lay his head back down, then ran his hands downChristopher’s arms, laying them straight out at his sides. He pushed down onhis wrists a little. “Keep these here. I’ll want them later. And keep your eyesopen. I want you to see the sunset. It’s the best view in the house.”
Christopher moaned as Jesse fingered his ass again—thesloppy wet sound of his lubed hole being worked open was sexy as fuck—and thenJesse positioned himself and the thick, hot head of his cock stretchedChristopher wide enough that he whined, his eyes scrunching up and his bodybreaking out into an even harder sweat. On his knees with his ass up in the airand his cheek pressed to the soft window seat, he felt deliciously exposed.
“Mmm,” Jesse moaned. “You’re so responsive, so damn eager. Iwant you to hold still though. None of your wildcat tricks where I can’t figureout if I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me. Not tonight anyway. Tonight, I’mgoing to see how much you can take.”
“How much I can—?” Christopher grunted, cutting himself offas Jesse grabbed hold of his forearms and used his grip to pull Christopherback on his cock.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to let you come.”
“Oh God.”
“Love how your ass grips me. So tight. Sweet Jesus,Christopher. There are no fucking words.”
“Then why are you talking?”
Jesse sniggered. “Oh, you might regret that.”
He proceeded to fuck Christopher so hard and fast thatChristopher cried out, his ass convulsing around Jesse’s pounding cock and hisprostate stimulated so aggressively that he was dangerously close to shootingall over the window seat without even touching his dick.
“Been thinking of taking you like this every time I try tofucking work up here. Getting nothing done. Can’t concentrate. Just want younaked and squirming on my dick, and now you’re here and it’sso fucking good. Goddammit, please tell me it’s good foryou too.”
Christopher couldn’t answer. Each fuck into his ass knockeda gasp from his lungs, but words were impossible. Words required being able tothink, and all he could manage was to feel—heat and friction from his hole,shivery good explosions from his prostate, and the uncontrollable convulsionsof his ass trying to keep up with Jesse’s thrusts. He moaned and twitched, hiships starting to quiver and his voice coming in fast, harshohsthat escalated into whimpers and climaxed into cries.
The phone chirped.
“Fuck!” Jesse slowed his thrusts and let go of Christopher’sarms to grab his phone from the stack of pillows near his feet. “Shh.”
