Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  Jamie bounced into bed, and his cock bounced with him, peeking out from the thong. “What're you going to do to me?”

  “Nothing, yet.” Jay handed the prostate massager to Jamie. “Put it on.”

  His eyebrow went up. “On you?”

  Jay felt his own cheeks heat, because now he was kinda curious what the big deal was about. Jamie didn't have just one toy to stick up his ass—he had over a dozen. It made Jay wonder if he'd maybe been missing something. He shook his head. Not the time. He would fuck Jamie, like he'd been dreaming of for years, and he could figure out his own issues later. Eventually. Probably

  “Nope, on yourself, Baby J. Show me. I wanna watch.”

  Jamie blushed again, the color traveling down his neck and over his chest. But he gave Jay a salacious grin. He plucked at the thong. “You want me to leave this on?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Jay pushed his shorts all the way off and threw them on Jamie's floor. He stroked himself as he watched Jamie first thread his cock and balls into the stretchy ring then lube up the toy and his ass and insert it. When he was done, he rearranged the thong, but it still bulged obscenely over his cock.

  “Now what?” Jamie asked.

  “Show me how to turn it on.”

  “Fuck,” Jamie moaned, but he dutifully handed over the remote.

  Jay played with the button until Jamie jumped. “Fuck.” Jamie’s hand went to his erection, only barely covered by red satin.

  Jay shooed his hand away. “Mine.” He kept pushing buttons until Jamie arched his back and howled. “There we are.” Then he pulled down Jamie's thong, and took Jamie's cock into his mouth.

  Jamie's howl went to a higher pitch and it was exactly, completely everything Jay had imagined. Jamie's scent filling his head, his taste on Jay's tongue, and the noises Jamie made were for him. Only him. As it should be. Always.

  Jay wasn't very skilled or accomplished at sucking dick, seeing as he'd never done it before, but Jamie didn't seem to mind. Maybe, he hoped, it was because it wasn't just a mouth on Jamie's cock, but Jay's, and his Baby J had wanted this for at least as long as he had.

  It seemed he'd barely begun sucking on Jamie when he was screaming and bucking and pleading for Jay's cock. “Please. God, please. I swear to God I will die if you don't stop fucking around and just fuck me. I will do anything.”

  “Anything?” Jay asked, eyebrows raised.

  Jamie glared. “Anything sexual in nature that doesn't involve cleaning up after your messy ass.” He paused. “Unless you mean literally cleaning your ass. I'd be down for that.”

  “Hm. Tempting, but—”

  “Jay!”

  Jay laughed outright and turned off the prostate massager.

  Jamie pulled it out—and off his straining cock—with a slight wince then dropped it on the floor. “Do not let me forget about that later.”

  Jay grabbed a condom and put it on. “Now who's being messy? Lube me up.”

  Jamie slicked Jay's cock with lube, his deft hand feeling like heaven to Jay. “This is your first time, right? How do you want me?”

  “How…”

  Jamie tugged off his thong. “Fucking me with this on would be super hot, but let's decrease the difficulty, okay?”

  Jay watched, stroking himself, as Jamie lay back, legs spread with one knee held up.

  “Think you can hit the target?”

  “Fuck you, Baby J.”

  “I thought that was the whole idea,” Jamie said with an exaggerated, and adorable, pout.

  Jamie's hole was already slick and open. Jay pressed his cock to it and pushed forward slowly. He felt some resistance, but was able to push past it. Jamie's tight heat was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. He was grateful he'd come recently, because otherwise he'd never last.

  “Yes,” Jamie hissed, canting up his hips to a higher angle. “More. Give me everything. You hear me, Jay? Every fucking thing.” He grabbed Jay's ass and pulled him closer until Jay bottomed out.

  Jay stopped, panting, trying to get his bearings. He was finally inside Jamie. It was hard to process.

  “Ass fucking everything you thought it would be?” Jamie smirked, but there was a worried note buried in his flippant tone.

  “Jesus.”

  “Is that good Jesus or bad Jesus? Are we healing the lepers or fucking up money lenders?”

  Jay rested his forehead on Jamie's for a second, then kissed him deeply while slowly fucking him. He tried to keep up the slow and steady pace, because it seemed to be doing good things to Jamie, but after a while he had to obey his body and chase his orgasm. He took Jamie's bent knee and lifted it up, allowing him deeper access. Jamie went back to howling as soon as Jay's thrusts sped up.

  “I shoulda known you'd be a screamer. You were loud as a kid, too.”

  “Fuck you.” Jamie grabbed his cock and let out another lengthy moan. “And fuck me. Yeah. Just like that. I've wanted this forever. Forever and ever and ever. God. Yes!” Jay felt Jamie's hand still as his cum hit Jay's stomach and chest.

  That, and the look of utter blissed-out ecstasy on Jamie's face, was what pushed Jay over the edge. He came, and it felt like it lasted for hours, but was over far too quickly.

  “Damn,” he muttered. “Goddamn.” Reluctantly he pulled out of Jamie's body. He took off the condom and tied it in a knot, then got up to throw it away.

  As Jay walked back to the bed, Jamie said, “Was that a ‘goddamn, that was the best sex of my life’ or a 'goddamn, I've just fucked my stepbrother/roommate and now things will be forever awkward’? Because I kinda need to know.” He sat in the middle of the bed, hugging his drawn-up knees.

  “Scoot over.” Jay shoved at Jamie, then got into bed beside him. “Don't be an idiot.”

  “When is your scheduled gay freak out?”

  Jay sighed. “Still don't believe me? Really? What do I have to do? Prove that I'm crazy about you every day of our lives?”

  Jamie rested his head on Jay's shoulder. “Maybe.”

  “What if I get up every day, wanting to kiss you, and go to bed every night with you beside me? What if I tell everyone that we're boyfriends? And yeah, I know people will say I'm gay, but I don't care. I've thought about this. I've thought about it a lot. Never really imagined it would come to anything, but here we are, so…”

  Jamie didn't speak, but he rubbed his cheek along Jay's bare arm like an attention-starved kitten. Jay petted his hair.

  After a while, Jamie said, “If we do this, we'll change our family forever.”

  “Yes. But if we don't, I'll lose you. And I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever. But it's got to be your choice, Baby J.”

  “Why not yours?” he asked.

  “Because even though I knew it was wrong, in every single way, I made my choice a long time ago.”

  Jamie

  Now

  It's always been you. It's always been you.

  It seemed impossible, but was it really? Jamie had loved Jay for what felt like his whole life. There was hero worship and guilt, desire and regret, joy and so much hopelessness wound around what he felt for Jay that it was hard to pin down his precise feelings.

  He had resigned himself to never getting what he wanted long ago, burying his desire under layer after layer of resignation. Perhaps not as deeply as he'd thought, though, based on what Jay's dad had said when they were moving in

  “What if… what if we do this and it doesn't work out?” Jamie wasn't sure what it would mean to have a boyfriend. He hadn't dared to have one in high school, but he was eighteen now, and no longer living at home. He could finally have a relationship. Starting with Jay, though. It seemed crazy as hell. “Holidays are gonna be super awkward.”

  Jay sighed heavily. “Too late, Baby J. We've already crossed that line.”

  Jamie nibbled on a fingernail. “Shit.”

  “Look. As I see it, you've got two choices. You can't undo this. I won't unsay what I've said. I love you, Jamie. I've loved you f
or a long time. I think you feel the same. I hope to God you do. So you can choose us, knowing it's gonna be messy, or you can opt out. Find someone else. Live a different life. But it won't make this not exist.” Jay cradled Jamie's face in one hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb, then kissed him. It was hot and sweet and wild, and it made Jamie's heart hurt with its perfection. “I can't not love you. I already tried. It's no use. You're mine. My person.”

  “And if I sometimes want to wear makeup?”

  “It's super fucking hot. God. You have no idea how much I want your red lipstick on my cock.”

  Okay. Jamie made a mental note to get some red lipstick. He normally stuck to pinks and corals due to his coloring, but maybe it was time to branch out. Wait. Does that mean I'm considering this? Actually for real considering it?

  Maybe. Probably. Definitely.

  “And the whole… panty thing. You're okay with that?”

  Jay groaned. “You have to ask? Just thinking about it, my dick almost wants to rise from the dead.”

  “And the toys…”

  “Seriously, Baby J? I wanna try out everything in that box. I wanna find out what all your kinks are. Together.”

  “And what if I want to stick something in your ass? My fingers, or a toy, or my dick?”

  Jay shivered and Jamie risked a glance at his face. His eyes were closed but his mouth was hanging open slightly. Jay's hand went to his cock and Jamie saw he was rocking a semi.

  “O-Okay. Yeah. Seems only fair,” Jay said, his voice not quite steady.

  Jamie swatted him on the arm. “Dude, if you turn out to be a cockslut, I swear—”

  Jay opened his eyes and gave Jamie a hard look. “Your cock. Only yours. Always yours.”

  And with that, Jamie gave in. “Okay. Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  Jamie made an all-encompassing gesture. “Yes to everything. I give in. This is dumb, but I guess I don't care.”

  “Do you love me?” Jay asked.

  “Of course I love you. Don't be stupid.”

  “No, I mean do you love me, love me.”

  Jamie kissed the corner of Jay's mouth. “I know what you mean. Yes. Even when I thought it was terrible and wrong, it was yes.”

  “Then why are you so reluctant?”

  Jamie didn't speak for a long time, unsure how much he wanted to reveal. The words that Jay and his father had said in the apartment stairwell had cut deep, and that had been before, when there had been no hope at all. If Jay hurt him again like that, the wound would never heal. Finally, he said, “If this doesn't work out, it'll break me, Jay—into little, bitty pieces—and I don't know if I'll be able to fix it.”

  Jay hugged him hard and kissed his temple. “I know, Baby J. Me, too. But if you keep me safe, I'll do the same for you. Deal?”

  Jamie laughed. “Okay, it's a deal.” He straddled Jay's waist. “I'm all yours. What's your big plan now?”

  “I think maybe a shower. Then food. I'm starving.”

  “Are there more tamales?”

  “A ton more, in the—”

  “What the fuck?”

  Jay and Jamie looked up at the open bedroom door. There stood Jay's dad.

  “Um…” Jay said.

  Jamie scrambled off Jay and covered himself with the comforter. “For the record, Jay crawled into my bed and not the other way around, Mr. Rodriguez.”

  Jay's father didn't look nearly as shocked as he should have, but he ignored Jamie and focused on his son. “Jay, your downstairs neighbors called in a noise complaint. I've been calling your phone nonstop and you weren't picking up. I got worried.”

  “Oh,” Jamie said. He felt heat spread in a wave over his face and down his chest. Next to him, Jay groaned, probably from embarrassment.

  “You think you can keep it down? The folks in 2B are good tenants.”

  “Sí papá. Lo siento.”

  “Sorry my ass. This is gonna kill your mother, but she always was loco.”

  “Are you gonna tell her?” Jay asked.

  “Fuck no, hijo. That's your job. I'm staying out of this shit show.”

  “I love him, papá.”

  Jay's dad rubbed his face with his hand. “Figures.” He pinned Jamie with a hard, dark gaze. “Don't hurt him, you hear me?”

  Jamie squirmed. Even covered by a sheet and his comforter, he felt completely naked. “I'll try not to.”

  “Do better than try.”

  Jamie looked at Jay, the embodiment of everything he'd ever wanted. “Okay,” he said, and meant it.

  “And keep the noise down. You're lucky they didn't call the cops.” Then Jay's dad left, closing the door firmly behind him.

  “Well,” Jay said. “That was—”

  “I love you,” Jamie blurted out. “I have forever. Forever and ever.”

  “I know, Baby J. I know.” Jay pulled him close and kissed him. “You know what else I know?”

  Jamie snuggled into Jay. “No, what?”

  “I think we're gonna need to get you a gag.”

  “No need. There are a few in my toy chest.”

  Jay laughed. “Of course there are. Jamie, you're absolutely perfect. I love you.”

  “Love you, too,” Jamie said. “Now. How about that shower?”

  Jamie

  Eight years later

  Sarah eyed Jamie critically. “You look perfect,” she pronounced.

  Jamie dabbed his lips with a tiny bit more gloss. “It's not too much?”

  “No, it's not. Well. Not for you. For you it's nearly understated.”

  He pondered giving his sister the finger, then changed his mind. Today, of all days, he should be gracious. Besides, she was right. For him it was understated. His lashes were his own, just augmented with mascara, his eyes were shadowed with neutral tones with a modified smoky eye, and he was contoured enough, but not too much. Only his lips were dramatic, painted in a vivid crimson.

  “You’re my favorite sister.”

  “I'm your only sister.”

  “Details, details.”

  Sarah laughed and punched Jamie on the arm. “Asshole.”

  “Hey. Watch the suit, missy.”

  They both avoided discussing the—missing—elephant in the room: their father, and his absence. He'd refused, point blank, to be any part of Jamie's life as long as he threw it away on “that boy” in their “abomination” of a relationship.

  And that had been that. Jamie tried not to dwell on it.

  “You ready?” Sarah asked.

  “Yeah,” Jamie said. “Let's do this thing.”

  Jamie walked down the aisle with his sister. She was his best woman, and she wore a scarlet gown that matched the red roses that decorated the chapel, as well as the scarlet thong he had on under his tuxedo slacks.

  His side of the chapel was fuller than he'd expected, filled with friends and colleagues from work. None of his blood relatives had come, except for Sarah, but Jamie had had years to come to terms with it. The sting of rejection persisted, but it was overshadowed by the love he felt every day for the man he'd decided to spend his life with.

  In the end, Jay was the family Jamie chose. That was all that mattered.

  On Jay's side of the chapel was Jamie's new family, who had eventually come around and accepted the relationship between their Jay and his white stepbrother with the same name. Even Jay's mother had come to the wedding and sat close to the front, wearing the same red as her daughter. Heather didn't look exactly thrilled, but she'd come, and Jamie was glad for Jay's sake.

  When they reached the front of the chapel, Sarah let go of Jamie's arm, kissed his cheek, then stood beside him. They both turned and watched as Jay walked down the aisle next to his father.

  Like Jamie, Jay wore a black tuxedo, but he looked infinitely better in Jamie's opinion. Every year, Jay seemed to become more and more handsome, with the closely trimmed beard he’d started to wear, and glasses for reading that he bitched about, but Jamie absolutely adored. He’d grown fro
m a hot boy to a man so attractive he made heads turn wherever they went.

  It was completely unfair. And still, he seemed to want Jamie, and only Jamie.

  Always and forever, Jamie.

  Jamie had waited years for Jay to fall out of love with him, to change his mind, to decide that Jamie wasn't his person after all. But he didn't. Year after year, he patiently loved Jamie while they graduated from college, started their careers, bought a condo, and fucked like rabbits.

  Eventually, Jamie stopped thinking about the end. Eventually, he asked Jay to marry him. And Jay told him it was about damn time.

  Jamie's lips twitched, remembering.

  Jay smiled back, just for him, and Jamie felt like his heart would burst. My family, he thought. He's my forever family.

  “Do you take this man…”

  Every cell in his body sang out the answer.

  “I do.”

  The End

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  Knox

  Knox turned his blinker on and took a left turn onto his street. And although the takeout meal he’d picked up on his way home was filling the car with a delicious aroma, his shoulders were still knotted, and he was strung tight as a bow. The last ten and a half hours had been a shitstorm. It had started out bad and had gotten progressively worse throughout the day. He’d left the office thirty minutes later than even he was used to. He pulled into the driveway and left the car there, knowing they’d be going out later anyway.

  As he walked towards the front door, briefcase slung over one shoulder, takeout bag in his hand, he fished his keys out of his pocket. His dick chubbed up, knowing what was to come. Unlocking and opening the heavy, oversized door, he stepped inside. The site that met him never failed to get him hard. He set down his briefcase and takeout bag on the round mahogany table in the center of the foyer and strode towards Zach who was on his knees, naked, hands on his thighs, palms up.