by J M Wolf
I was pretty sure I was already leaking pre-cum in my pants. Gerard’s mouth, his tongue, his breath in my ear. My whole body vibrated with pleasure, and my breath was quivering. I was grinding harder against Gerard as he nipped at my earlobe and gently pulled on it with his teeth. I wasn’t sure what kind of noise I was making at that point, but Gerard seemed to enjoy it.
“Stop me now if you want this to end, Bluejay,” Gerard groaned in my ear.
“So help me God, Gerard Ramhart, if you fucking stop I will kick your ass,” I growled.
“Ooh, is that a threat?”
“Hell no, it’s not a threat. It’s a fucking promise, you gorgeous bastard.”
“You’re mouthy when you're horny, aren’t you? That’s hot.”
I was about to make a snarky remark when I felt his hand slide into my pants, and he started clutching my ass cheeks. I felt one of his fingers push through my crease rubbing my entrance. My body tightened from the contact, and I let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure.
“It’s okay, Jace. I got you,” Gerard soothed.
I lifted my hips in time for Gerard to slide my pants down and off me, then worked on his. Finally. Having his cock against mine without the barrier of clothing felt amazing. We attacked each other’s mouths while Gerard had his hands on my ass pushing me down on him more while his shaft rubbed against me. I was leaking pre-cum and smearing all over his erection. I reached down taking both our dicks in my hand and started stroking them in unison. I was already close.
We continued devouring each other in a demanding lip lock while I stroked our dicks faster. Gerard reached for his wallet on the nightstand and pulled out a packet of lube. My eyes bulged, but my ass clenched with excitement. Gerard ripped the packet open smearing some on his fingers and slowly slid a single digit inside me, and my breath caught in my throat at the sudden intrusion.
“Just breathe, baby. You’re okay,” Gerard whispered. “God, you’re so tight. You feel so good, Jace.”
I was too caught in what Gerard was doing to me to respond, so I kept working our dicks while my forehead once again rested on his. His hands gripped the globes of my ass spreading them apart as his finger continuously slid in and out of my ass. I wanted to beg him to switch that digit for his cock, but I didn’t want to stop jerking the thick shaft against mine. Gerard’s hips moved with mine, fucking my hand in the process. Our breaths were heavy, and the heat between us intensified into an inferno. I wanted to bathe my body in the flames letting it engulf me whole.
“Gerard…fuck…Gerard, I’m not going to last much longer,” I moaned through panted breaths.
“Let go, Jace. Let yourself go,” Gerard replied in a husky tone that would’ve made my knees buckle if I was standing.
My hand worked our cocks faster as I felt the electric current running down from my spine to my balls and up my shaft. I didn’t give Gerard a warning in time. I did as he said and let myself go. My spunk erupted, painting Gerard’s hips and chest. I cried out as I unloaded.
Gerard wasn’t too far behind. Within seconds of my climax, he came as well. His cum mixed with mine on his skin. I dropped to his side panting as if I had just run a marathon. Gerard reached to his other side grabbing his sweatpants and used it to wipe the white substances off him. He tossed the pants aside then wrapped his strong arms around me in a protective embrace. I never thought I’d enjoy cuddling with him as much as I did. Gerard had a way of making me feel…complete.
Gerard
What the fuck just happened? Did that just happen? Did I really just kiss Jace Garrison and spend the morning ravishing his naked body? I had my ex’s son naked in bed with me, but I wasn’t bothered by it. What did that say about me?
When I awoke, Jace was so close to my face getting ready to kiss me in my sleep. I was shocked, but I wished I had my eyes closed a bit longer so he would’ve had his lips on me. Finally, before he had the chance to apologize, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed him and took his mouth in mine.
I didn’t know what possessed me to do it. Actually, that was a lie. I knew what caused me to do it. It was the sheer motive of me wanting what I’d been hungry for since the day I first stared into those luminous blue eyes. Eyes that had haunted my state of mind and bored into my soul.
When I finally got a taste of the young man’s soft lips, it quickly became a drug to me. One taste wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I needed more of Jace. Now that our heated lust started dwindling, and we both laid against one another completely spent, I was finally able to process what the fuck went down between us.
My first thought was what would Riley think of me if he knew that I just had an orgasm with his young adult son. I’m sure he would’ve been pissed as hell, and it would’ve been like a slap in his face. Like my relationship with him meant nothing, which was not true. I loved Riley. I loved him more than anything.
But what about Jace? What were my feelings for the young man who was now in my arms? Jace was quiet, independent, headstrong, and had a very gentle soul. But was what had just happened between us just a brief moment of us getting off, or was I falling for him? Could I afford to have feelings for Jace?
One thing was for sure, no matter what my feelings were, I didn’t regret this moment. Not one bit. Everything else would come to me when the time was right.
In mid-thought, I felt Jace poking at my ribs trying to get my attention.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Jace asked curiously.
I gave the young man a gentle smile and started rubbing his back. “Nothing.”
“Liar.”
I chuckled. “Okay, fine. I’m just in shock by our…sudden activity.”
Jace had his eyes on me, a look of worry written on that handsome feature of his. “Y-You don’t regret it…do you?”
“What? No. God, no, of course not.” I held him tighter and kissed the top of his head.
Jace seemed to relax at my answer and curled up tighter around me. “I know you mentioned before about it being wrong of us to be together, because of who I am. Is it still bothering you?”
My hand froze in mid-rub at Jace’s question. I could’ve easily lied and said I wasn’t thinking about that. But I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him. I would never lie to Jace.
“A little bit,” I responded. “Aren’t you freaking out over just getting off with your father’s ex?”
Jace sighed, and I felt the heated breath on my skin. “To be honest, I was freaking out about it. As you said, you’re my dad’s ex. It’s…awkward. But you already knew that I wanted you. I’m also an adult, and one with a mind of his own and one who has the power to say no. I didn’t say no, and I didn’t turn you away.” Jace held me tighter before continuing.
“I wanted this, Gerard. I wanted to kiss you; I wanted to know what it felt like to be naked with you— not my dad’s ex. Just you. I wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted. Sure, our circumstances are not ideal, but I still don’t regret it.”
I beamed at his words. Jace said exactly what I was feeling; only he wasn’t afraid to say them out loud. I had other concerns that Jace didn’t, but I still made the choice to have Jace at that moment. Yes, I was worried what my deceased lover would say to me if he knew what we’d done, but I wouldn’t have been able to take it back. I wouldn’t regret the choice I made.
Riley would’ve wanted me to move on and be happy. Maybe not with his son, but he still would’ve wanted me to find someone who could make me feel whole. Jace made me feel whole, especially since he understood the grief I felt over losing Riley. He understood because he lost him too.
“We have a lot to discuss, don’t we?” I asked.
“Yep,” Jace replied.
“Are you going to work today?”
“Yep.”
“Do you have to go?”
“Yep.”
“Are you so spent from our orgasm that all you can say is yep?”
“Yep,” Jace said with a chuckle.
“Yep.”
“If you say yep one more time, I might have to smack that cute little ass of yours.”
“Is that a promise?” Jace asked with a sly grin as he lifted up said ass, shaking it as if he was a dog wagging his tail.
I laughed harder as I began patting that inviting ass. An ass that I was sure that soon enough, my dick would be buried inside of. Jace chuckled and rolled off me and the bed to stand. He was still naked, and I got a full view of his body from head to toe. Jace looked amazing. All tight muscles and smooth, lush skin. A thick cock with just the faintest blond curls around the base, and a deliciously plump ass. I noticed the tattoo of the blue birds on his wrist and found it symbolic to Jace. He was a bird who was starting to fly away from his struggles.
I trailed my gaze up and down his features, and when they went back to his face, Jace wore a soft smile; his pupils dilated, but I could see more than the sheer lust in his eyes. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was exactly, but there was one thing I was sure of. Jace was at peace. More at peace than any other time I’d seen him since my arrival.
“Are you done ravishing me with your eyes?” Jace asked with a smirk. “Do you approve of my looks?”
My eyes narrowed, and I gave him a wicked smile as I said, “Yep.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Yep,” Gerard chuckled.
Jace growled, but I could see him trying his hardest to fight a smile. God, I loved seeing this side of Jace. He was so relaxed, calm, cheerful, snarky as hell, and full of life. This was the Jace I was meant to see. The Jace that I wanted to meet when I first came to this little town.
“What time is it?” Jace asked.
I reached to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. Hitting the button so my screen could light up. “It’s after nine.”
Jace sighed. “I better shower and get dressed. I’m spending the day at the farmers’ market with Patricia.”
Jace reached for his pants on the floor and stepped out of my room without even putting them back on. My eyes widened at that.
“Did you seriously just walk out of my room naked? What if your aunt sees you?”
“Desiree is at work, so we’re home alone!” Jace shouted back before closing the bathroom door behind him.
I heard the sound of the water turning on a few moments later and knew he was already showering. Since we had the house to ourselves, part of me wanted to get up and join him. But what if he didn’t want me in the shower with him? His earlier words played back in his mind. He was a grown man, with a mind of his own. If he didn’t want me, he would say so.
No more hesitating. Sure, there were still things that Jace and I needed to discuss, and soon, since my time in Abingdon was limited. I didn’t want to spend the last few days I had constantly worrying about if I was doing the right thing or not. The bond between Jace and me was blossoming, and our morning session was but a small glimpse of what our future could be.
Mind made up; I began striding to the bathroom, slowly opening the door and stepping inside. The bathroom was already filled with steam from the hot water. Since I was already naked, I slowly pulled the curtain back and peeked inside. Jace was under the spray, his back facing me. He had his head turned to his left, eyes closed and his fingers trailing along his lips and cheeks oh-so-gently as if he was reliving the feel of my hands and lips on him.
I stepped into the shower, creeping up behind him and covered his hands in mine. Jace didn’t hesitate for a second when he leaned against me as if he was expecting me and waiting for me to show up. I kissed his temple before turning him around to face me. His eyes fluttered open, and those beautiful eyes of his looked deep into mine. My hands reached up to cup his cheeks as the spray of the hot water fell over us.
Suddenly, everything around us seemed to vanish. I couldn’t hear anything but the soft thumps of Jace’s heart. I couldn’t see anything but the man who was right in front of me, in my hands. Nothing else in this world existed but us. Nothing else mattered to me except him. Jace, my Jace. My sweet, sassy, beautiful young Bluejay.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“Hey,” Jace replied lamely.
As I brushed his damp blond hair off his face, I could see the sweetest smile on his face as he had eyes only for me; and it made my insides come to life.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. “So fucking beautiful, Jace Garrison.”
I could see emotions building up inside him as moisture filled his eyes, but not a single tear fell. His hands reached up to grab my wrists, but he didn’t pull my hands away from his face. He just wanted to hold me close.
“I’m nothing compared to you, Gerard Ramhart. You’re amazing,” Jace mumbled.
I leaned forward resting my forehead against his and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of having Jace close by. A feeling I thought was lost forever. A feeling I never thought I’d have again.
He broke down some of his walls and let me in. He trusted me and cared about me. It was the biggest accomplishment I’d had in a long time.
“Gerard,” Jace whispered.
I opened my eyes. “Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you again?”
I smiled widely, joy filling my nerves. “Hell yeah. Anything you want, Jace.”
Jace’s arms reached forward to grab the back of my neck, pulling me to him as our lips reacquainted themselves despite having been separated for only a few moments. But it might as well have been thousands of years. It had been too long since we shared a kiss, and I was so glad to be kissing Jace once again. Once the kiss deepened and I had Jace pinned against the wall, I knew he would be running late to meet with Patricia. But Jace didn’t seem to be thinking about that, and neither was I. He was mine.
Jace
“Jace? Jace? Are you listening to me, Jace?” Patricia called to me.
I snapped my attention back to the older woman who was standing next to me with a questioning look on her face. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
It wasn’t normally like me to be completely zoned out like that. Normally I was one hundred percent focused and dedicated to helping out Patricia, but with how my morning went with Gerard I had trouble thinking about anything but the sexy as sin man waiting for me at home. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Gerard admitted to still feeling the awkwardness of me being his ex’s son, but I was relieved when he still wanted me. In fact, I wanted more with him. More than I’d ever wanted from any other man I’d been with.
When I’d entered the shower, I’d left the door unlocked in hopes that Gerard would join me. I could've asked him to join me, and he might’ve said yes, but I wanted to know if he would be willing to come for me on his own. When I felt him come up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, my heart felt like it would burst because of how happy I was. Gerard was there with me, and the way he looked at me when he held my face close to his.
A part of me was worried that he may have only seen my dad when he looked at me, just known me as Riley Garrison’s son, but I was so wrong. His gaze wasn’t a man mourning the loss of a deceased lover. It wasn’t the gaze of a man who only saw me as a replacement, or who saw me as someone’s child. Gerard looked at me like I hung the fucking moon. There was so much affection in the way he held me. The way he looked at me, I felt I was going to be overly emotional and overwhelmed.
How many times had I wished for someone to look at me like that? How many times had I longed for the kind of love that I never thought would exist for me? How many times had I wished for true love?
I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling for Gerard was true love. I barely knew the man enough to even think about falling in love. However, ever since the day I stepped down the stairs and saw the masculine Adonis with deep tanned skin, a dark head of hair with a beard to match, and the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen, I knew right from the start that he would impact my life.
“Jace? Jace
? Oh, for heaven’s sake are you zoning out on me again?” I heard Patricia call again.
For the second time in a row, I shook the thought of Gerard out of my head and turned my attention to the older red-headed woman looking at me, more amused than irritated.
“Sorry,” I mumbled with a sheepish smile.
“Now, what has you staring off into space sighing dreamily like a lovestruck teenager?” Patricia asked in amusement.
My face turned a few shades of red. “What? What are you talking about?”
“I mean I’ve been standing here for five minutes watching you lean against the table resting your chin on your hand staring off into la-la land with a goofy smile on your face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were thinking about a man.”
If it was possible for my face to get any redder, it just did at Patricia’s description of my daydreaming. I covered my face with my hands to hide the embarrassment I was feeling.
“Oh, so it is a man! Spill the beans, cupcake. Who’s the stud that has you all giddy?” Patricia pushed.
Good God, the woman was just as bad as her son. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Patricia smirked at me. “Uh huh. Tell me a lie that’s more believable.”
I rolled my eyes and was prepared to tell her to mind her own business when a customer stopped by our booth. I greeted the customer whom I knew as Mr. Kingsman who worked at the local barbershop. I went through my usual routine of letting him try some of the samples of homemade jam and syrups and informed him which were the more popular ones. In the end, he bought some of Patricia’s signature Chocolate Strawberry Syrup and two mason jars of her spiced peach and orange jam.
“Hope you enjoy them, Mr. Kingsman. Please give my regards to the Mrs,” I said as I bagged up his purchase and handed it to him.
The older man smiled at me. “Thanks again, Jace, and will do. My condolences on the loss of your father. He was a good man.”
I forced a smile on my face as I waved the man off. I still felt the sting of no longer having my father around, but after letting myself cry and grieve the night before, the pain was becoming more bearable. Thinking about my dad also brought back the thoughts of the sexy ex of his, and I felt my smile slowly return.
