Page 101 of Make the Play
“You—Jason!” Emerson’s body shaking with laughter. He stops suddenly, peering down at Jason but just as quickly he covers his face again with his arm before mumbling, “I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“That it would feel good?” Jason asks with the start of a frown.
“No, that it would be…fun,” Emerson whispers. “I thought—if I ever found someone I trusted enough it might be awkward because you know—I don’t have experience, and I talk too much or not at all, and I can’t look at you. I want to look at you, but the idea of making eye contact right now makes me feel like I might be sick. Oh, that’s bad. I’m sorry, I don’t mean?—”
“You’re okay, Emmy.” Jason kisses the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs apart. “I like you when you can’t stop talking and when the words won’t come, and I like you when you stare at me so hard I feel like you’re trying to see my soul and when you squeeze those pretty eyes of yours shut. Whatever version of you I get, it’s still you, still my Emmy.”
Emerson’s jaw trembles, his other hand flying out in search of Jason who reaches for it. He links their fingers, bringing their joined hands to his lips.
“My Emmy.”
“Yours,” Emerson whispers, squeezing Jason’s hand so tightly it almost hurts.
“Scared?” Jason asks.
“Terrified,” Emerson admits. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing wrong with being scared. I tell my kids that all the time,” Jason tells him. “Sometimes being scared just means you’ve got something worth losing. But you’re not going to lose me, alright? We’re in this together and maybe we’ll be kind of horrible at it, but I’m willing to practice. A lot. I volunteer to practice the gay sex with you every day.”
“It’s still just sex,” Emerson corrects.
“I know but it’s fun to say gay sex,” Jason laughs, adding a generous amount of lube to his fingers. Before he brings them down to Emerson’s ass, he drops onto his stomach, needing to know once and for all what he tastes like there. “Can I?”
“Can you—oh, uh—yes.”
Permission granted Jason dives in, burying his face in the spread of Emerson’s legs and mouthing at his crease. He ends up needing to use both hands, making a bit of a mess of Emerson he’ll clean later. For now, he focuses on spreading him apart so he can mouth at his hole—finding that, much like having his tongue on a cock, he likes it. There’s something intimate about it and powerful too.
Above him, Emerson is whimpering and writhing, and it’s all because Jason’s dragging his tongue over his ass. The skin is puckered, his hole tight, but the longer Jason licks and sucks the looser it gets until his tongue breaches inside—another new experience—and one that Jason is eager to repeat.
“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” Emerson warns, sounding out of breath and slightly frantic.
“If I stop, can I do it again later? Or another day?”
“Jason, you can literally do that to me any time you want. Well, not at school or other public places but any other time, you know circumstances notwithstanding. But right now please, please put your cock in me.”
“Dick in ass coming up,” Jason grins, inexplicably excited. He can’t believe he didn’t try this bisexual thing beforehand, though part of him is glad he didn’t. Sharing these firsts with Emerson is special, because Emerson is special.
Everything that led him to this moment was worth it because he’s got this beautiful man spread out beneath him, taking up most of his bed and a considerable part of his heart.
“I’m going to finger you now, Emmy.”
Emerson squirms, spreading his legs wider and affording Jason the most glorious view. Mouth watering, it takes all of Jason’s self control not to mouth at that perfect ass, or to lick his balls or suck on his dick. Shit, Jason is so very gay.
“Are you going to do more than stare?” Emerson asks.
“Yes, but I gotta say the view down here is fucking great.”
Emerson mumbles something unintelligible, the words turning into a sharp moan when Jason’s lubed up finger rubs against his hole. The fact that Jason’s mouth was just there makes him achingly hard, and he draws his finger in the same circle his tongue just made before slipping it inside. Emerson’s turned on and relaxed enough that his finger slips in easily, and it’s a miracle Jason doesn’t come in his boxers watching it disappear into Emerson’s body.
“Fuck,” Jason curses, wishing he could kiss Emerson. He settles for turning his face into Emerson’s thigh, rubbing his cheek against his bare skin and pressing a kiss there while fingerfucking Emerson.
It’s not long before Emerson begs for more, and Jason is happy to give, making sure to add extra lube before two of his thick fingers sink into the tight heat of Emerson’s ass. One of them groans, and Jason honestly isn’t sure who because he’s so turned on watching the way Emerson’s body takes his fingers, knowing his cock is next.
“Gay sex is amazing,” Jason marvels. “Being bisexual is amazing.”
“Fantastic,” Emerson huffs. “I’m very happy for you, Jason.”
Jason knows he means it, that despite the hitch in his breathing and the impatient way he squirms, that every word Emerson speaks is the truth. Jason meant what he said too. This is fun, because Emerson is fun, and he’s quite possibly Jason’s favorite person, which is new and exciting and also the single most arousing moment of his life.
