by R. Cayden
Jameson laughed. “Gray, you know you’re supposed to wash your pillowcases, right?”
Gray pushed his hand through his hair. “Don’t go telling me the place isn’t up to your standards,” he joked, then pretended to inspect the nightstand for dust. “I’ll get insecure. Raiden and I were just talking. I think we should stay here a week. Recharge, figure out new plans. What do you think?”
Jameson rubbed his thumb across Gray’s stubbly beard. “Sounds like a dream. When we take off, you can grab a bunch of your stuff, too. So we can keep going.”
Gray made a low, rumbling sound. “Maybe, beautiful. I’ll see what I can do.”
Jameson giggled. “I guess we’ll need to fix the trunk, if we’re going to live out of the Subaru.” He glanced across the room at Gray’s desk. “Can I use your laptop? I noticed it earlier but didn’t want to touch your things. I just want to peek at how bad the tabloids are and send messages to Dee and Declan.”
Gray rolled out of bed. “Dee is in Manhattan?” he asked, grabbing the laptop.
“Brooklyn,” Jameson answered. “Why? It’s not like we can hide out there.”
“Why don’t you invite her up?”
Jameson popped up in bed. “Up to here?”
“Raiden and Horatio are the only two people in the world I trust, outside of my ma and my uncle. If we’re in a place we can chill, might as well bring up your person, too.”
Jameson stared at Gray for a second, his heart leaping into his throat with excitement that Gray and Dee would finally get to meet and that their worlds could really keep coming together. He reached out and snatched the laptop. “The drive should only take about four hours,” he said, immediately flipping open a browser and beginning on an email. “But she usually works tonight, so she probably won’t be able to make it up until tomorrow.”
“Perfect timing,” Gray answered.
Jameson glanced up, his fingers still poised over the laptop. “How is that perfect timing?”
Gray jumped back in bed. “Because the second you’re done with that message, we’re going to need a day to break my bed in.”
Gray
The next morning, Jameson was still asleep when Gray woke. For just a second, he was disoriented, and totally forgot where they were. Still half-asleep, all he knew was the familiar whimpering sound Jameson made when he pulled him close, and the comfortable warm feeling, curled up in his arms.
Then, as he opened his eyes, Gray remembered.
They were home, to Gray’s home, at least. Jameson was in his bed, his beautiful face pressed to Gray’s flannel pillowcase, with old tattered concert posters hanging on the wall above them. Everything felt weirdly normal and new at the same time, and Gray laid there for a full ten minutes, just taking it all in.
When he’d finally had his full, he snuck out of bed, tugged a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Naturally, there was no sign of Raiden before noon, and Gray was able to pour a couple bowls of granola cereal, brush his teeth, and grab two big mugs of coffee, his thoughts lingering over Jameson the whole time.
Once he got back upstairs, he was planning out the day. After spending the night before pretty much entirely in bed, he realized how much stuff around the house he wanted to show Jameson, from old photos to abandoned projects in the garage. It was silly shit, really, but now that Jameson was there, Gray wanted him to see every part of his life.
And then he opened the door, and Jameson, wide awake, gave him a look that put all those other thoughts out of mind.
“Morning, handsome,” he purred, glancing over his shoulder. Out from under the blankets, Jameson was lying on his stomach, his bubble butt arched in the air. He wiggled it while Gray stared, all his blood rushing to his cock.
Gray dropped the breakfast and coffee on his dresser. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“I think that was the best night of sleep I’ve ever had,” Jameson replied softly. He rolled onto his back, and Gray saw that his cock was half-hard, flush and pink between his legs.
Gray jumped onto the bed, then took Jameson in a kiss. “I guess I wore you out yesterday, huh?”
Jameson laughed. “Definitely. But that’s not all of it.” He bit down on his lip, holding Gray’s eye. “I think I just feel safe here. With you.”
Pride surged through Gray, and he gave Jameson another kiss. “That means everything to me, it really does.”
Jameson rolled on top of Gray, then squirmed against him while they kissed. Gray ran a hand through Jameson’s hair, tangled and sticking out from hours of sleep. Every inch of Jameson’s skin was tender, soft as a peach against Gray’s body, and desire and pleasure began to burn like hot coals at the root of him.
Pulling his lips back with a smack, Jameson settled on top of Gray, straddling his hips. “I’m ready,” he whispered, cupping Gray’s hard cock through his sweatpants.
“Ready?”
Jameson tightened his grip on Gray’s cock, and another surge of pleasure sent him tumbling back against the pillows. He groaned while all his muscles clenched, desperate and scared for Jameson to mean what he thought he meant.
“I want this,” Jameson whispered. “And I want my first time to be with you. Right here, right now.” He shoved his hand down Gray’s sweatpants, and Gray groaned again as Jameson’s fingers stroked his stiff length. “Will you give it to me, Gray?”
The way Jameson talked was all breath and whispers, like their voices might shatter the quiet morning. But the more they kissed, the more intense the hunger in his eyes grew. Jameson arched his back and pouted his lips, like he was learning more and more to take control and grab what he wanted, instead of always denying himself.
It was fucking hot, and Gray had to grip the sheets in his sweaty hands to stop from groaning so loud it would wake Raiden on the first floor.
“You’re perfect,” Gray growled, then shoved his sweatpants and boxers down. “And I’ll give you anything you ask for.”
Without another word, Jameson dived down. He took Gray’s cock in his mouth, and dragged his puffy lips up and down Gray’s shaft. He sucked lightly at first, flicking his tongue against Gray’s slit, and as Gray bucked his hips uncontrollably, Jameson’s whimpering grew louder, ravenous.
Gray couldn’t believe how soft Jameson’s lips were, warm and tight like a vice around his shaft. It always felt dirty to defile that mouth, and to plunge his cock deep, his tip grinding into the back of Jameson’s throat. But the more Jameson whimpered his appreciation, the more Gray needed to satisfy him, and offer same pleasure he was riding himself.
His brain started to short-circuit as he thought about Jameson’s tight hole, trembling and squeezing for him, soft and firm at the same time. An animal instinct rose up in him, a fiery need to stretch his hole wide, and to see Jameson’s beautiful, contorted face as he took Gray inside.
“Wait,” Gray gasped, finally getting a word out.
Jameson pulled his lips back. “Wait?”
“It’s your first time,” he said, then pulled himself up on his elbows. He was reeling with pleasure, but as he took a few breaths, his brain started to work again. “Give me just a minute.”
After kissing Jameson, Gray rolled off the bed. He hurried over to the bedroom window, then threw back the curtains to let in the morning light. Jameson watched with an entertained smile on his face as Gray tracked down a bottle of lube, flipped on some chill music, and then pulled out a fresh sheet to spread on the bed.
He might not be a millionaire or a movie star, the kind of guy Jameson probably deserved. But there was no way in hell he was going to let that morning pass like any other. It was a monumental day in Jameson’s life, and Gray would do anything he could to make it special.
“I don’t have any flowers,” he said with a half-grin, “but I could get some from the woods. Would you like that?”
Jameson laughed. He trailed his fingers over his tip while he talked, that hunger still in his eyes.
“Maybe we can pick flowers together later.” He whimpered, then stared at Gray’s cock. “I grabbed some condoms at the gas station last week, but I left them at the hotel by mistake.”
“Last week?” Gray grinned. It was hard to focus with Jameson stroking himself, and he gripped his own cock to stroke along.
Jameson turned his eyes away, like he was shy again. “I just figured, if I was getting close, I might as well be prepared.”
Gray reached across, then grabbed the laptop “That’s funny. I snuck off to the health clinic last week, when you were in the motel and I was running errands. I didn’t want to pressure you, so I didn’t say anything, but...” He pulled up the results from the STI tests on his email, then handed the laptop to Jameson.
Jameson’s smile got wider. “You got tested,” he said. “You were thinking of me.”
“Well, yeah,” Gray said, suddenly self-conscious. “I might fuck things up sometimes, but I’m trying to treat you right, beautiful.”
“I know you are,” Jameson whispered, then set the laptop aside. “Now come here. Stop worrying about wildflowers. You’re all I need, Gray.”
JAMESON
Gray lowered himself onto the bed, and Jameson felt his entire body react, like little pleasures were sparkling across his skin, reaching deeper and deeper into him with every breath.
He hadn’t expected to lose his virginity that day. It wasn’t something he had planned, although as he thought about it, nothing with Gray was really planned. It all just kind of happened, the same way he woke up that morning, the smell of Gray on the sheets, and realized he was ready.
When the time was right, you just knew it.
They started to kiss, softly at first, lying side by side. Jameson explored Gray’s mouth, nibbling at his lips and whimpering when Gray’s scratchy beard dragged across his skin. Their toes wiggled together, and when Jameson pressed his hands against Gray’s chest, the pleased rumble behind his ribs made Jameson moan.
Gray’s hands found their way to Jameson’s backside, squeezing his cheeks. Jameson shuddered, pleasure shooting straight inside of him, and he slicked precum from Gray’s purple crown, using it to lubricate his bodyguard’s rigid cock. Their bodies pressed together, they started groping harder and stroking faster, the heat in the bed building.
“Flip around,” Gray groaned. “I want to taste you.”
A hot blush shot across Jameson’s cheeks as he turned, then repositioned his body. He was used to accepting a rimming from Gray at that point, and had learned to relax and enjoy the pleasure that came with having the inside of him teased. But still, opening himself to Gray always felt exciting and scary, and knowing what was coming next only deepened the intimacy.
“So sexy,” Gray groaned, then swirled his tongue along Jameson’s entrance. “Musky and sweet and just fucking perfect.”
Jameson giggled, a little embarrassed to hear Gray talking about his hole that way, and he felt his pucker tighten.
“Beautiful,” Gray said, kissing at his cheeks instead for a second. “You take your time. We’re going to go really, really slow, until you’re so ready that you’re begging for it. Okay?”
Jameson bit down on his lip. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s good.”
Gray went back to exploring him. He started by running his tongue in a slow, long circle around Jameson’s entrance, and gradually, Jameson felt his body relax again. He arched his back, and when Gray spread his cheeks, a tremble went straight to the core of him. Gray’s tongue kept pushing deeper, reaching past his entrance and stretching the inside of him. Jameson wrapped his hands around Gray’s cock, then started to slowly kiss his tip to show his appreciation.
His muscles relaxed a little more, and he felt Gray’s tongue thrust all the way in, licking the inside of him. Jameson gasped as Gray found his balls, rolling them gently.
“More,” he moaned, thrusting his ass backward. “Please, more.”
Gray pulled his lips back, dragging his hands down Jameson’s thighs. “Whenever you’re ready,” he groaned.
Jameson turned, then straddled Gray’s hips again. Looking down, he could see every detail, from the dark chocolate color of his eyes to the beads of sweat, dotting his forehead. His lips were red and puffy, and as he gripped Jameson’s hips, Gray thrust his cock up against Jameson’s crease.
“More,” Jameson gasped again.
Gray grabbed the lube from beside the bed, and squirted some in his hand. “Lots and lots of lube,” he said, rubbing it on his own cock. “That’s the secret.”
Jameson whimpered as two of Gray’s fingers rubbed up his crease. The lube was wet and a little cold, but when Gray pressed his cock between Jameson’s cheeks, they warmed again.
Their eyes met, and once more, Jameson felt the tension ease out of his muscles. Gray dropped one hand from Jameson’s hip and used it to grab his cock. “I’m holding myself steady,” he said gently. “Tell me how it feels.”
Gray’s slick tip against his entrance, Jameson began to lower himself. He felt the pressure against his rim, warming him from inside as his cock leaked pearls. Jameson rubbed himself, back and forth, then pushed down a little more, just enough to feel himself stretch. “It feels good,” he gasped. “It feels different.”
There was a hot, throbbing sensation at his core, and as he pushed himself down and started to ride on Gray’s cock, that feeling only grew hotter. It radiated through his body, tingling parts of him he had never felt before. The sensation was overwhelming, like he could come apart at any minute, maybe turn into a million butterflies right there. It hurt, like the friction of Gray’s beard did, but the heat of it felt good, too, the pleasure soon overwhelming the pain.
But more than anything else, all he could think about was Gray.
“More,” he begged, his voice needy and high. “Please, Gray. I want it all.”
It was Gray that was inside of him, Gray who was coaxing him with a warm, reassuring smile. For the rest of his life, Gray would be the man he had chosen for his first time, and right there, in an old house in the woods outside of Albany, Jameson knew he was making the right choice. He felt held and safe, and with every breath, he gave a little more of himself.
“Oh god,” he gasped, his legs suddenly wobbly beneath him. Gray let go of Jameson’s hip, then offered both of his hands, holding them palm-up for Jameson to take.
“Steady,” he said. “I got you, beautiful.”
Jameson took Gray’s hands and laced their fingers together. It was like completing a circuit, and the sensations surging through his body erupted. Holding Gray’s hands, he was able to thrust down harder and faster, and all of a sudden, he couldn’t tell where his body ended and Gray’s began.
“I’m close,” Jameson moaned. He was stretched wide, and he could feel his hole tightening around Gray, pulling him and clenching down hard. His body needed Gray, and everything went blurry around him, pure happiness humming through his breath.
“Just like that,” Gray groaned. He bucked his hips lightly, hitting Jameson’s prostate. Lightning flashed, language disappeared, and then Gray thrust into Jameson’s prostate again, and again.
Without even touching his cock, Jameson felt the orgasm, pulsing. He was leaking precum like a hose, and his breathing had turned into one long whimpering, desperate moan. Every time Gray thrust into him, he rode the edge of climax, the release so close he could taste it.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned. “Oh fuck!”
Jameson came first. He squeezed Gray’s hands tight and his hole tugged and squeezed, and a jet of cum sprayed across Gray’s chest. Immediately, Gray started groaning and cursing, and when he jerked his hips, Jameson felt the wet, warm release inside of him. There was nothing but the fire of pleasure as the world disappeared and Jameson sprayed, again and again on Gray’s hot skin.
He collapsed, his legs giving out underneath him as he tumbled against Gray’s chest. His release was sticky and hot between them, and he could feel cum leaking out of his hole, Gray
still buried deep inside.
“Oh my god,” he gasped. “That was amazing.”
Gray laughed warmly, then stroked the back of Jameson’s head. “I’d say so. You were amazing, beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”
Jameson blinked, slowly pulling himself together. “This is perfect,” he whispered. “Being right here, with you.”
Gray squeezed, tightening their embrace. “I think so, too.”
A new feeling landed on Jameson, something confusing and exciting and overwhelming. He thought it might have come from the orgasm, like it was a chemical release making him want to hold Gray forever, and never leave his side. But as much as he felt overwhelmed by a flood of hormones, deep down, he knew the feeling was much more than that.
They were joined, he and Gray. And as the morning birds sang outside the window, Jameson knew that nothing in the whole world would be strong enough to tear them apart now.
Gray
By the time the evening rolled around, Gray still felt dizzy, thinking about what Jameson had shared with him. His body tingled and ached with pleasure when he thought of entering Jameson, but even more than that, he kept thinking about how much trust Jameson had placed in him, and how desperately he wanted to prove that he was worth that trust.
The last few weeks with Jameson had turned Gray’s world upside down, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything. The two of them could spend years in bed, he figured, and never run out of things to do together. But standing in his own backyard the next evening, with Raiden and Horatio on the other side of a flickering fire, he started to remember what he had been missing, too.
It was one thing to run away, with no plan and no destination. It was a whole other thing to bring Jameson into his own world and remember that the two of them didn’t have to always be a secret.
And around their friends? Finally, there was nothing to hide.
The night was gorgeous, with only a slight chill on the air as the fire crackled and the stars shone overhead. They had dragged the radio out, along with a case of beer and a few lawn chairs. Dee returned from the house, a bag of marshmallows in her hand. She had on a pair of bright purple overalls and an equally purple sweater, all rounded out by a pair of high-heeled red leather boots. As she swung the marshmallows in a circle, she grinned at Jameson, then at Gray.
