Page 48 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Christopher shook his head, sweat in his eyes.
“Usually the beads are bigger, but this will be a nicelittle zip. Might make your head explode if I pull them out at just the rightmoment.”
Christopher groaned and his knuckles were white on histhighs where he gripped his knees and held himself so eagerly spread. “Do it. Ican’t wait. Do it, Jesse.”
“Shh, babe. Just a second. I’m going to come first.”
Christopher whimpered.
Jesse grabbed his throbbing dick, circling the head of itwith his thumb and smearing the pre-cum around. He jerked himself fast andhard, his balls drawing up quickly, his eyes greedily raking over Christopherspread out on his desk with his throbbing cock jerking on his stomach hisasshole spasming around the string of beads with the gold clasp dangling out.His beautiful, open face imploring him along with his rasping, gorgeous voicethatdid thingsto Jesse. He reached out to gripChristopher’s hip as he came, shooting hard and blindingly good, gobs of it allover Christopher’s cock and balls.
“Oh my God!” Christopher gasped, and he gripped his cock andjerked himself rapidly using Jesse’s cum to slick the stroke. Jesse almostmissed the moment, still raw and shaking from his own orgasm, but at the lastsecond, just as Christopher groaned and shook on the desk, his cock jerkingviolently and his asshole spasming powerfully, Jesse tugged the string of beadsand ripped them free.
Christopher screamed, arching up and shooting so hard thatit hit the wall behind him, and another spurt hit Christopher in his own face. “Holyfuck! Holyfuck!” he cried, and another small spurttore from him. Christopher, shaking and covered in cum, sat up and grabbedJesse in a bruising, desperate kiss.
“Oh my God,” Christopher breathed against Jesse’s neck whenthey could finally stop kissing.
“Good?”
“Is that a trick question? It wasI-just-won-the-gold-medal-in-orgasm kind of good. Jesus, where have you beenall my life?”
Jesse licked some cum from Christopher’s chin and nose, andsucked his earlobe, enjoying the shudder in Christopher’s body. “I’ve beenright here waiting for you,” Jesse murmured, his eyes drifting over to thesmeared picture of Vienna on the wall, a weird sensation rising up in him as heheld Christopher close. Not guilt, not about this, and not hope. But somethinglike moving forward. Maybe even moving on.
Chapter Eleven
THEFIRST FIFTEEN MINUTES OFthe hour and a half drive down to Knoxvillepassed quickly, with Christopher finally working out the kinks to the chorus onthe new song he’d been poking at.
He’d admitted to himself that the song was definitelyaboutJesse, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that fact. Itwas still too new and too likely to fall apart at any second for him to lethimself focus on the fact that Jesse was bringing Christopher’s music back tohim. Feeling song rise up inside and spill out in lyrics and guitar chords wastoo good to ruin with analysis and second guesses.
Still, thoughts of Jesse were too exciting and potent to bepushed away. As he reached Sevierville, he gave himself over to themcompletely. He’d seen Jesse twice more since the incident with the pearls atJesse’s shop. That had been so far outside Christopher’s expectations andexperience that he’d blushed off and on for days whenever he thought of it.
He hadn’t known that he still had that kind of reactioninside of him. He’d always prided himself on being shameless in bed, butapparently there were activities that he’d never considered and which stillshocked him, while also turning him on.
Navigating the traffic toward I-40, he wondered what otherideas Jesse might have that Christopher had never imagined. It was enough tomake blood rush south and his pulse to thrum in his ears. But there wasn’t anygood way to release his growing arousal, so he shifted his thoughts from cominghis brains out on Jesse’s desk to the less intense breakfast meeting onThursday.
Amanda had been there, and she’d been persuaded to join themdespite her obvious desire to leave them alone. Christopher had wondered aboutJesse’s insistence that his sister stay. He’d personally been eager to be alonewith Jesse again, and he’d wondered if Jesse was losing interest after all.
But then Amanda had started talking and Christopher realizedafter the first pointed question (“So, where are you from?”) that it wasn’tavoidance so much as vetting. Jesse was letting Amanda check Christopher out,and that said something about his intentions. Something good, Christopherhoped—something that made him feel less foolish for having asked Jesse to behis plus-one at an event that was still several weeks out. He totallyunderstood that Jesse had to take his kids trick or treating and couldn’t go toa party on Halloween. It was dumb to ask in the first place.
Breakfast with Amanda had been fun enough, and he’d learneda lot about the two siblings even though the focus had been on a friendlyinterrogation of him. He’d learned that Amanda had a great laugh and a sharpeye. He learned that Jesse admired his sister and considered her opinionvaluable. He learned that they loved each other and had a relationshipChristopher almost envied. He’d never gotten along with Jackie that way. Notthat he and Jackie fought much. It was more that Jackie couldn’t resolve herhomophobia with her love for her little brother, and so their interactions weresuperficial at best, and hurtful at worst.
Jesse had slung his arm around him as they walked to theparking lot, and Christopher had thought that was going to be all of it. But assoon as Christopher was in the Yaris, Jesse tapped on the window. After herolled it down, Christopher hadn’t been able to stop grinning through the kissthat ensued, causing their teeth to clash slightly.
Jesse had pulled back, thumbed Christopher’s chin, and said,“See you soon, okay?” It’d been a promise, his voice husky and soft, low andfull of meaning.
Christopher had nodded and pulled away, shaking and unableto stop laughter from spilling out like hysterical joy. He’d texted with Jessesporadically all day Friday and Saturday morning, but no particular plansmaterialized. There were texts about Brigid’s dance recital costume (“faux-hip-hopchic: disturbing” had been Jesse’s summation), Will’s baseball game scores,discussion of Fleetwood Mac (Jesse’s favorite band, and one Christopherassociated with the overhead music in grocery stores of his youth), Ryan Adams(both thought he was talented but unreliable in product), and the best acts atthe bluegrass festival SMD had sponsored down in Knoxville the prior spring.
Then late on Saturday afternoon, as Christopher had exitedthe employee locker rooms, his face freshly scrubbed of stage makeup, he’drounded the corner by Black Bear’s Beer Garden to find Jesse waiting against asidewalk railing.
Joining up with traffic on I-40 and increasing his speed tosomewhere near seventy, Christopher smiled, his entire body humming withremembered excitement. Jesse had looked so handsome it had almost hurt to seehim standing there in his dark jeans and a gray-and-black striped sweater thatmade his dark coloring look almost swarthy and his eyes shine like warmchocolate.
“Amanda insisted on taking the kids to see the latest Disneyfilm,” Jesse had said by way of hello. “Some Halloween thing combined withprincesses, I don’t know. I’m sure I’ll know everything about it and have thesongs memorized in a week. Or maybe not. Brigid’s not sure if she’s too old forDisney princess movies now, even if they are about a skeleton princess and avampire.”
Christopher had just smiled. “What’s the plan?”
“When’s the last time you went to the top of the Ferriswheel?” Jesse had asked. “I hear it’s a romantic thing to do with someone youlike.” He’d waggled his eyebrows and laughed. “What do you say?”
Christopher had said yes, of course, and they’d done theFerris wheel, the flying swings, avoided the Firebender (both of them feelingtoo chicken), and wasted sixty of Jesse’s dollars on the ring-toss games in thearcade. Well, Jesse had wasted it while Christopher watched, because he’d longknown the games were rigged, ever since Meryl Quaid had shown him themechanisms when he first started at SMD.
