Page 85 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Jesse smirked and sat up, grabbing the pillow from the otherside of the bed and shoving it behind Christopher so that he was propped up. “Wannakeep you watching me. Keep you close.” He leaned in and kissed him, sucking hislower lip and nipping gently at his chin as he kissed his way back down, thistime moving the cover back as he went.
Each kiss or bite was punctuated with a look up atChristopher to assess his response. As Jesse got closer to Christopher’s cock,making detours for nipples and his sides, and the bones of his pelvis, and thenhis inner thighs, his expression went needier and needier. Hunger and anotheremotion, one Christopher had never seen on the face of a lover, glowed on hisface and in his eyes, shining from Jesse urgently.
That’s love, baby.
Holy shit, Gran. Get out. I’m havingsex.
He’s plumb fallen in love with you.
OUT!
Christopher closed his eyes to shake the inner voice free,and when he looked back down at Jesse he saw it too, and felt the hot,expanding bloom of it in his own chest. It was a thundering, a quickening, afluttering, and an opening as if his entire being was flooded completely with avibrating joy that made him want to laugh and cry and pull Jesse up for morekisses.
Jesse grabbed hold of his hands and looked up at him withwide eyes, and then bent to nuzzle Christopher’s balls. His unshaven faceagainst such tender skin made Christopher shudder, and Jesse let go of hishands to wrap one around the base of Christopher’s cock and the other to smoothover his balls.
“See this?” he asked, his voice gruff. “This jizz you leakwhen I touch you? I’m gonna lick it clean.”
Christopher moaned and thrust his hips encouragingly. “Putit in your mouth, asshole.”
“Now, now, that’s not very sweet.”
Christopher made his eyes as wide and sweet as possible. “Pleaseput it in your mouth? I really want you to, babe.”
“Ah, fuck, say that again and mean it.”
“Babe?”
“Yeah.” Jesse jacked him slowly. “Say it like I’m your babe.”
“Aren’t you my babe?” Christopher whispered, his fingersthreading into Jesse’s hair.
“I wanna be.”
“Suck me, babe. Show me how you’re mine.”
Jesse closed his eyes and opened his mouth, taking the headof Christopher’s cock between his soft, wet lips, and it was good. So damngood, and Christopher moaned and pushed up his hips, sliding deeper, untilJesse took control and started bobbing his head up and down, using one hand tojerk him. The other sought out Christopher’s fingers, twining them together.
Tears sprang to Christopher’s eyes as he held on to Jesse’shand, watching him suck him. Their eyes met and all the wild, unspokenemotions—too strong and too soon—flowed between them.
Jesse hummed, and Christopher ran his free hand throughJesse’s dark curls. “You look so good down there. So hot with my dick in yourmouth.”
Jesse’s eyes rolled up and he redoubled his efforts.Christopher started to hyperventilate a little as the pleasure grew, along withthe affection he felt, and another realization grew huge and unavoidable in hishead.
As it turned out, sex with someone who trulysawhim and hadrealfeelingsfor him was as terrifying as it was amazing. Jesse’s mouth was delicious on hiscock and balls, sucking, licking, kissing, and the part that made Christophershake was how it was like the Firebender—only worse, because instead of everreaching the top and going over, feeling his stomach drop out and zooming backup another hill, he was just rose higher and higher and higher. He wasn’t goingto survive the drop off the other side. He was going to die on the way down,screaming and scared and exhilarated and happier than he’d ever been.
Jesse kept his eyes open, taking in his every shiver andsigh, responding to his every reaction with more or less suction, more or lesstongue. Christopher dug the soles of his feet into the mattress, trying tocling to something that wasn’t Jesse, because his hand clasping Christopher’swas part of the problem; part of the perfection.
On his belly, Jesse rubbed his own cock against the mattressdesperately, his eyes expressive as he worked, and Christopher could read hishunger in them. His violently blooming affection, his excitement, and hispowerful attraction all radiated from every line and movement of his body.
As his pleasure mounted, Christopher’s hips twitched. “Ohfuck, I’m not going to last.”
Jesse moaned around his cock, vibrating down into his balls,and Christopher couldn’t look at him. He had to shut his eyes, because it wastoo intimate, too close, this sharing of need and hope and the fragile newnessof feelings. But then Jesse’s fingers squeezed his, his mouth not missing apull, and Christopher shuddered hard, clinging to him. He opened his eyesagain, somehow shocked to really be holding Jesse’s hand and staring him in theeye while being brought so determinedly to the edge of orgasm. It was nothing aone-night stand had ever done—would ever do—no matter how intense the sex. Noone had held his hand and watched while they made him come.
“Jesse,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come soon.”
Jesse sucked harder, and Christopher tried to take a deepbreath to hold off, but he couldn’t. His knees pulled up, his abdomen clenched,and he cried out, shaking as he shot his load in Jesse’s gulping mouth. Hisbreath came in convulsive draws as he twitched and convulsed, Jesse working hisdick for every jolt of pleasure.
Then he tugged Jesse up and kissed his mouth, sharing thetaste and nearly crying as that terrifying thing that felt like love roaredthrough him with a ferocity that he couldn’t bear. He held Jesse closer, kissedhim harder, and begged him to please, please, please fuck him.
