by Quin Perin
“I won't.”
Jamie's anger flared. “You will. You did last time.”
Jay shook his head. “This isn't the same thing. Not even close.”
He kissed Jamie again, and stupid slutty ho that Jamie was, he rubbed his tongue against Jay's and wrapped his legs around Jay's waist, making him moan sexily into Jamie's mouth. Jay pulled back from the kiss, only to start sucking on Jamie's neck.
“Why? Why is it different this time? You freaked out before. What's to keep you from doing it again?” Jamie asked.
He didn't want to push Jay away. He wanted to take what he would give, for as long as he would give it, and damn the consequences, but the stakes were too high. He couldn't risk Jay waking up the next day and having a big gay freak-out all over Jamie.
Jay moved down Jamie's body. He shoved Jamie's t-shirt up until it was bunched around his armpits, then Jay kissed down his abdomen, sucking hard at the skin, marking him.
“The difference, Baby J, is you're no longer fourteen and doing this won't get me arrested.” Then he pulled down Jamie's sleep pants.
“Wait!” Jamie called out, but it was too late.
“Fuck,” Jay muttered.
Shit shit shit, Jamie thought dismally. He wondered if it was too late to leave the country and live in Tibet for the rest of his life. He started to struggle in Jay's now slackened grasp. He almost squirmed to freedom, but Jay grabbed onto him at the last second and hauled him back.
“Lace,” he said.
“Yes,” Jamie bit out.
“Pink and white lace and bows.” He rasped the sentence like the air had been knocked out of him.
“Yes! And now that we're done here—”
Jay tightened his hold on Jamie. “Oh, no. We're far from done, Baby J.”
“Great. You figured it out. I'm a big freak. Makeup and lace panties.” He stared up at Jay, waiting for disgust to register on his face, but it never came. There was shock and wonder, but no disgust.
“Do you have more?” Jay looked excited as hell.
“More kinks? Probably.”
“What kind of kinks?” Jay shook his head. “Later. We'll get to that later. I meant do you have more panties. Lace ones. Or satin? Red. You would look amazing in red. Jesus, tell me you have red ones. If you don't, I'll buy some for you.”
Jamie gaped at Jay.
Jay frowned back. “What? I'm a guy. We like this kind of shit.” He yanked at Jamie's clothing until all he wore was the scrap of pink and white lace. It was actually a sort of modified jock, with bands of lace hugging his waist and ass cheeks. The only thing it covered—barely—was his cock, and that was leaking copiously through the flimsy fabric. “Okay. This is what we're gonna do, Baby J. We're staying in this bed until either you agree I'm completely sober, or…” Jay trailed off, grinning.
Jamie squirmed, all too aware of how naked he was next to Jay, who was completely dressed. “Or what?” He'd intended to sound brusque, but instead just came off sounding needy and desperate.
“Or until you give up and beg me to fuck you.”
Jay
Four years ago
Jay woke up with a pounding headache and a warm body cuddled into his side. Jamie. The kid used to do this when he was little and had a nightmare, or if there was a storm. Jay couldn't remember the last time Jamie had crawled into his bed, and it made him sad to think about.
Jamie smelled a bit like alcohol and a lot like himself—familiar soap and detergent and sugary sweetness and sweat. Jay buried his nose in Jamie's neck and breathed him in. Jamie stirred and stretched, one outflung arm nearly hitting Jay in the face
Jay looked at Jamie's sweet rosebud of a mouth and couldn't resist. It was beyond stupid, but his head throbbed with agony, and he felt he deserved to taste Jamie's lips at least once before he died.
At the brush of his mouth, Jamie came awake just like a fairytale princess, only the R-rated version. Jamie plastered himself to Jay and tried to burrow into him, making needy noises in his throat. Then Jay felt Jamie's erection against his thigh and the rating went to NC-17.
“Jesus Christ, Baby J,” Jay rasped, pushing Jamie away from him. If he didn't, things were going to places neither of them should go.
“Fuck.” Jamie's eyes sprang open and he scrambled back, nearly falling off the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
“Why are you in my bed?” Jay whispered, not wanting to risk waking their parents.
Jamie tensed. “Last night, in the fight, one of those guys hit you on the head with a bottle. I thought you might have had a concussion, and I wanted to make sure you didn't die in your sleep.”
Jay laughed. “Falling asleep yourself kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?”
“Shut up. I was drunk. It made sense at the time.” His fingers gingerly touched his lips. Jay wondered if Jamie was aware of the gesture.
“Baby J.” Jamie shivered at the nickname but inched even farther away. “What the fuck were you up to last night?”
“Nothing,” was his sulky reply.
“There was a line of boys waiting to fuck your mouth.” The memory alone was enough to make Jay want to punch something. “What were you thinking?”
“That I wanted to suck cock, and so I did. I'm not a baby. I can make my own decisions.”
“Your decisions are shitty. What if someone had hurt you?” Jay's fists clenched involuntarily.
“But no one did and I liked it and I don't regret it. Not even a little.” Jamie poked Jay in the chest. “You don't get to tell me what to do.”
Jay moved so he lay on top of Jamie, pinning him down. “Don't do that again.” He winced. “Fuck. My head is killing me. Just… don't do anything like that ever again.”
“Why not? Why do you care?”
Jay shook him, then flopped back down on the bed, clutching his temple. “Why do you think?”
“I'm not your responsibility,” Jamie snapped.
Jay grumbled and turned onto his side, his back to Jamie. “You should go to your own room. If Mom and your dad catch us in here, we'll both be dead.”
“Fine. See if I care if you die in your sleep.” Jamie slid off the bed.
Jay caught Jamie's wrist before he could move too far away. “I care about you, Baby J, okay? Thanks for getting me home.”
“Okay.” Jamie pulled his wrist free and left the room, closing the door behind him silently.
Jay
Now
Jay kissed and caressed Jamie's body, only ignoring the area covered—barely—by lace. Jamie's body was beautiful, and it didn't matter to Jay that he was male. He was perfect, from his pink pouty lips to his pale, slender limbs; his flat chest with dark pink nips and the trail of hair that led into the lace; his large eyes made larger with makeup; and the deep grooves running in a V from his narrow hips to his groin. Jamie was just himself, and he was what Jay wanted. What he'd wanted for a long time, and what he'd been convinced, until a few weeks ago, that he'd never have.
“God, Baby J. You're so beautiful. So perfect. Say yes. Tell me yes.”
“Not fair,” Jamie moaned. “You're cheating.”
“You want me.” It wasn't a question. “You want me inside you. My fingers, then my cock.”
Jamie shivered and he closed his eyes tight.
“Tell me,” Jay demanded. “Tell me what you just thought.”
“Your tongue. I want your tongue—”
Jay kissed Jamie deeply, his tongue thrusting into the warmth of his mouth. He kissed with a pantomime of sex and Jamie ground his erection along Jay's leg. “Like that?”
Jamie's eyes sparkled with lust, but also with a challenge. “Like in my ass,” he said, daring Jay to chicken out.
Well, that wasn't going to happen.
Before Jamie had a chance to protest, Jay flipped him over, face down. “This ass?” he asked, cupping the firm globes.
“Jay,” Jamie whined. “Oh, God, I was just kidding… you can't…”
“Yeah, I can
.” Jay spread Jamie wide with his hand. He was pink and utterly smooth from his dark pink pucker to his balls, which were drawn high and tight near his body. Jay lapped at the sensitive flesh with his tongue, then stabbed his way inside.
Jay had eaten pussy but never ass before, and he wasn't sure he would like it, but for a chance at Jamie, he'd do anything. To his surprise, though, it was the furthest thing from a chore. He loved touching and tasting Jamie so intimately. He loved knowing he had the power to make Jamie writhe and moan and beg for more.
“I want to lie on my back and let you ride my tongue, Baby J. Would you like that? My tongue buried inside you, and my hand on your cock, milking you until you come that way. Then you can lick your cum off my belly and suck my cock.
Jamie cried out. “Oh, God. Jesus.” His entire body tensed then relaxed until he slumped on the bed, half on his side. “Fuck.
Jay touched Jamie’s lace-covered cock and found it wet and sticky with the cum he’d just spilled. “Are you ready to beg me to fuck you?”
Jamie sagged on his hands and knees, his head hanging down low. “Not yet.”
“Still don't trust me?”
“I trust you. Don't trust this. It's not real. It can't be.”
“It is,” Jay insisted. He kissed the nape of Jamie's neck, taking in great lungfuls of his scent, not sure he'd ever get enough of it. “Get on your back and open your mouth.”
“Fuck,” Jamie groaned.
“Do it, Baby J. I wanna fuck your mouth. I have since…”
Jamie wriggled his body around until he was on his back, looking up at Jay. “No,” he said, his tone unbelieving. “You're full of shit.”
Jay took off his own shirt then pulled down his shorts enough to free his aching erection. Just looking at Jamie's lips made precum form at the tip then fall onto Jamie's chest. Jay moved up Jamie's body and held his dripping cock to Jamie's lips.
“I've wanted you since that night, Jamie. Since before, actually, but after that night, that's what I jacked off to, and fantasized about. Your mouth on mine, and on my cock. Letting me, and only me, use you. Taking my cum and swallowing it down.”
“God.” Jamie's eyes shut and his mouth fell open. Jay ran the head of his cock along those sweet, slack lips and Jamie moaned, then flicked his tongue out, tasting Jay.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Let me in.” Jay pushed forward into Jamie's mouth and the wet, hot suction was better than he'd imagined, better than any other mouth that had sucked him off, because it was Jamie. His Jamie. Always and forever his.
Jay fucked Jamie's mouth, but the other man wasn't passive in the slightest. He reached up to cup Jay's ass and pulled him forward, urging him deeper, past the point where most would have started choking, but Jamie just took and took and took.
“I'm gonna come,” Jay warned, then pulled out, with Jamie sucking hard all the way. Jay stroked himself a few times then he came hard, the edges of his vision graying out, but he refused to close his eyes because he wanted to see his seed fall on Jamie's sweet face.
Jamie opened his mouth to catch what he could on his tongue and let the rest fall on his cheeks and chin and neck. He scraped one cheek clean with his finger then stuck the digit in his mouth and sucked the cum off it.
“Do you believe me yet?” Jay asked.
Jamie wiped the rest of his face with the edge of his sheet. “I'm not sure what to believe, to be honest. This is fucked. You know that, right? Completely fucked.”
Jay slid off Jamie's body and lay next to him. “Does it really bother you?” He pulled Jamie to him and nestled into the curve of Jamie's neck.
“A little, yeah. This is like… throwing a grenade into our family, you know?”
“I know. But I'm not going to make myself miserable just to make my parents less uncomfortable. That's way more fucked up.”
Jamie hummed noncommittally. “You think my dad would ever get over me and you together?”
Jay thought a while before answering. Not because he didn't have a response handy, but rather because he wasn't sure Jamie would want to hear it. But there would be nothing gained by lying, so Jay said, “No. Honestly, he'd probably come around if I was a white girl. But I'm not.”
“Thank fuck. Although a sister might have been nice. We could've done each other's hair and shit.”
“What about Sarah?”
“I was thinking an older sister. Someone I could borrow shit from. Not foundation, though. You are totally the wrong shade.”
“You are so gay,” Jay said. How Jamie's father couldn't see it was beyond belief. Jay thought Jim had to know; he just pretended to not see what was obvious to everyone else.
Jamie flushed and frowned up at Jay. “I can't help what I am.”
Jay kissed Jamie's pursed mouth until it softened under his lips and tongue. “I love what you are, you idiot.”
His eyes went wide. “You what?” Jamie squeaked.
“I love you. I want you. I've felt this way a long time.”
“But…” Jamie bit his lip.
“Yes?”
He looked like he was about to say one thing, then changed his mind and said something else. “I'm not a virgin, Jay.”
Jay snorted a laugh. “No shit.”
Jamie lightly punched him on the arm. “I'm serious, you asshole. I'm like the opposite of a virgin. I'm super, super impure.”
With his reddish curls, blue eyes, and splotch of cum on his cheek, Jamie looked like a debauched cherub. Jay couldn't stop himself from kissing him.
“Baby J, I saw you getting your mouth gangbanged when you were fourteen. I know you've had sex. I just didn't want it to be with me.”
Jamie pouted a little. “Why not?”
“God, it was bad enough that I was lusting after my baby brother—”
“Stepbrother.”
“Fine. Lusting after my baby stepbrother. But you were underage, too. If your dad found out…”
A shadow passed over Jamie's face. “Oh. Yeah. Good point.”
“Yeah. So I waited, and you came to me before I even got the nerve up to come to you. And if you don't want me, or this, I can leave you alone. Promise. But I had to see, to know, that it wasn't just me.”
Jamie groaned. “You realize how crazy this is, right? I'm the one who was supposed to fantasize about you. You're the straight one, who would freak out if you knew what I wanted you to do to me.”
Jay's heart pounded hard in his chest. “Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you fantasize about me?”
“Ugh. What do you think?” Jamie shook his head. “This is so seriously fucked up.”
“It's only weird if you make it weird.” Jay gave Jamie a little shove toward the side of the bed. “Go get your toys. I wanna see what you have.”
Jamie stilled, his eyes the only things in his face that moved. “Toys?”
“You bought yourself makeup when you were in elementary school. Don't tell me you don't have toys.”
The blush that spread across Jamie's face was a burning scarlet, like he had a fever.
Jay pushed at Jamie again. “Go on.”
Jamie stood up and made a face, then stripped off the lace panties, wadded them up, and threw them into his laundry hamper. “Ugh. So gross. I'm gross. I need a shower.”
“No. Not yet. I like you dirty.”
Jamie looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Kinky.” Then he reached under the bed and brought out a box.
Jay leaned over the side of the bed. “Open it. I wanna see what's inside.” He looked up at Jamie, who was now naked. Unlike Jay, Jamie's cock was cut. At the moment, it hung soft between his legs, but Jay knew he could get Jamie hard again. His balls were heavy and smooth, and he ached to touch them.
Jamie stood, hands on his hips, and glared at Jay. “What? Too gay for you? Too much dick, not enough tits?”
“Come here, Baby J,” Jay ordered, and Jamie obeyed the tone of inherent command in his voice, although he s
eemed reluctant when doing so.
“What?” Jamie repeated, his voice hard and petulant, but underneath Jay could hear uncertainty there as well
Jay kissed Jamie's navel, where a trail of hair led downward. He licked down until his tongue touched the base of Jamie's cock. Jamie moaned. “I want you, and I'll keep saying it until you believe me.” He cupped Jamie's smooth balls and rolled them gently. “I want this.” He took Jamie's cock into his mouth and sucked, loving how he stiffened inside Jay's mouth. When he was too large to hold there comfortably, Jay pulled away and looked up at his debauched cherub. “Go put on some clean panties. Red if you've got them. I'm gonna look through your stash here.”
Jamie opened his mouth, and Jay wasn't sure if he was going to protest the lack of Jay's mouth or his bossiness or both. Jay smacked him on the ass. “Go on. I'm busy.”
“Oh, God,” Jay heard Jamie mutter as he walked over to his dresser, but he was only half listening because he was enthralled by the contents of the toy box.
“Christ, Baby J, I don't even know what half this shit is.”
Jamie tossed him a look over his shoulder. “Now you know where all my allowance went.”
Jay barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I see that. What the fuck is this?” He held up a black… something… that was made out of silicone. There was a ring on one end and a knob on the other.
Jamie colored almost as red as the scrap of satin he was pulling up his legs. “Prostate massager.”
“And is this a cock ring?”
He nodded mutely and adjusted the shiny red thong over his erection. Jay's hand went to his own dick. “Damn. How do you turn this thing on?”
Jamie bent over the box, giving Jay an excellent view of the narrow scarlet ribbon stretched between his ass cheeks. “I think the remote is here somewhere. The batteries should still be charged.”
Jay's mouth went dry. “Grab lube while you're down there. And condoms.”
“Plural,” Jamie noted. “Someone's ambitious.”
“Get your ass back in bed and you'll see.”
