David, Renewed

by Diana Copland

  They kissed until David’s bones were liquid and the only thing anchoring him to the bed was his arms around Jackson’s neck. Finally, Jackson lifted to his knees and his hands went to the waistband of David’s tight jeans. David heard his belt being unbuckled and felt the back of Jackson’s fingers brush against the skin just above the pale brown curls at his groin. His knuckles brushed David’s cock as he was unzipped, and David was so hard he almost came from that contact alone. Jeans and briefs were peeled down his legs and his boots were yanked off, the whole bundle dropped to the floor with a dull thud. Then Jackson was back, his face hovering over David’s erect cock, which was red and bobbing damply against his belly.

  David clenched his eyes closed and felt his face heating. He wasn’t embarrassed by his size; he’d gotten over that in tenth-grade gym when he realized he was pretty much average. But having Jackson stare at him while he was hard with want was both thrilling and terrifying. Jackson sifted his fingers through the pale brown hair at the base of David’s cock, and David shivered. Then Jackson curled his hand around him, and he came back up, his lips near David’s ear.

  “This,” he said with a squeeze, “is nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s beautiful.” He stroked David expertly and slid back down, his face so close his heated breath felt like feathers brushing the stretched skin.

  The first touch of Jackson’s tongue to the tip, licking precome from the slit, sucked all the air from David’s lungs. He forced his eyes open and looked down, gasping, watching in amazement as Jackson opened his mouth, relaxed his throat, and took him in to the root. He pulled slowly back, his blue eyes looking up the length of David’s body to meet his eyes.

  “Oh my God,” David murmured, one of his hands going into his own hair, fisting, trying to moor himself in place. The sensation of the warm, wet heat worked in concert with the intense look in Jackson’s eyes.

  Jackson took David in deep again, swallowing around the head, then pulled back and concentrated his tongue around the tip, sliding his hand up David’s thigh. Jackson eased David’s legs apart, curling long fingers around his balls before he pressed behind them. David fought the urge to thrust into Jackson’s mouth, holding a fist in front of his lips, trying to muffle the series of ragged moans issuing from his throat. The blue eyes continued to watch him, gauging his response.

  It didn’t take long for David’s skin to feel tingly and too tight and his legs to fall farther apart. He pulled his knees up closer to his chest, and he didn’t have the neurons left to be embarrassed at how needy he sounded or must have looked. “Jackson,” he warned, his voice strangled. “I’m so close.”

  Jackson pulled back, sliding his palm over the swollen head of David’s cock with a slow twist. David shuddered. “Is that a problem?” Jackson asked.

  David took a deep breath, fighting back the orgasm that threatened. “I don’t want it to be over so soon.”

  “Ah, sweetheart.” Jackson ghosted his fingers over the furled entrance David had exposed and offered up like a gift. “Just because you come doesn’t mean we’re done.”

  David finally understood the term “gagging for it,” because that was the sound he made.

  Jackson gave one slow lick on David’s reddened prick from the base to the head, then rolled to his side. David felt his erection bob wetly against his lower belly as Jackson’s hands went to his own jeans and he yanked them open, shoving them down along with his briefs. He kicked them away and straightened, and David took in the long, muscular thighs, the prominent hip bones, and the perfect, uncut cock rising dark red from the nest of dark curls between his legs.

  David’s mouth watered for a taste of him. “This.” He curled his fingers around Jackson’s thick erection. “Bring this up here.”

  “Yes, sir.” Jackson gave him a slight smile, lifting until he was straddling David’s chest. His cock was right there, and David could see the swollen head peeking out of its cuff of skin, could smell his arousal. He inhaled the musky scent and reached out, clutching Jackson’s hips and pulling him closer. When he nuzzled the thickened flesh, rubbing his cheek against it, Jackson grunted deep in his throat.

  David opened his mouth and took him in, and the salty, faintly bitter taste made him groan. He felt Jackson’s hand curl around his nape, not pulling, just holding, his thumb caressing the base of David’s skull. Relaxing his throat, David took him in as far as he could until his nose brushed springy black curls and his throat was full. When he pulled back, he slipped his tongue under Jackson’s foreskin, curling it around the shiny head before sucking hard. Jackson caught his breath, then pulled away.

  David looked up at him, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You did it too right. I was about to embarrass myself and pop off after one suck.” Jackson scooted back to kiss him, running his tongue along David’s lower lip before turning and reaching for the bottle of lube.

  David got his first glimpse of the tattoo on Jackson’s hip: it was an upside-down pink triangle outlined with a thick black line. He reached out and touched it, smoothing over the inked skin with his fingertips, feeling the slightly raised edge of the black outline. It was the only tattoo Jackson had, and David recognized the significance.

  Jackson’s heated gaze returned to his face. “Scoot up,” he ordered softly.

  David scrambled to make his limbs cooperate and hoped he didn’t look like some kind of pale, long-legged insect flailing about. When his head was on one of the pillows, Jackson leaned over him, spreading his hand on David’s chest as he looked down into his eyes.

  “Just to clarify,” Jackson said, “what do you want?”

  David knew what he was asking and hoped he didn’t go up in embarrassed flames as he fought to say the words aloud. “I want you inside of me.”

  Jackson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “And I want to be there. I’m just not sure how long I’ll last. It’s been a while.”

  David lifted one of his hands to the back of Jackson’s neck. “That doesn’t matter.” His fingers slipped up into his dark hair. “And it’s been a while for me too. Longer than you’d think.”

  Jackson smiled, his hand sliding down David’s stomach, raising gooseflesh on his chest and causing his nipples to turn into hard pebbles. “Is it juvenile of me that it pleases me to hear that?”

  Jackson lowered his head and kissed him, his tongue sliding immediately between David’s lips. David linked his arms around Jackson’s neck and heard the cap of the lube bottle snick open.

  Lube was always cold when first applied, and David mentally braced for it, lifting one leg and wrapping it over Jackson’s hip. But Jackson kissed him again, and when David felt a feather-light touch behind his balls, then along the taut skin to his ass, the lube had been warmed in Jackson’s hand. David sighed softly as Jackson rubbed a finger almost delicately around his rim. By the time he slipped the tip inside, David was angling his hips up, almost on the point of begging.

  Trevor had always said David was a “natural-born bottom,” but there had been a little sneer in his voice that insinuated there was something wrong with that, and something wrong with David because of it. It made him fight against that part of himself, to close off his pleasure in it, and ultimately killed his sex life with Trevor. The knowledge that while Trevor had enjoyed making use of David’s body, he didn’t respect him, made David unable to relax, and Trevor had been unable to understand why he couldn’t.

  But he had no trouble relaxing with Jackson. Jackson’s finger slid inside with just the slightest bit of bearing down on David’s part, and they both moaned when Jackson was inside of him to the second knuckle. When Jackson hooked his finger and found his prostate, David cried out, his back arching off the sheets.

  “Good?” Jackson watched him carefully and stroked him again, and David gasped, trying to lift his other leg, arching his hips to take him even deeper.

  “God, yes—I—please.”

  “Please what, David?”

  David
turned his face away from Jackson’s penetrating gaze, feeling even more than naked. If Jackson mocked him or sneered at him, David wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from the disappointment. “Don’t make me beg, Jackson,” he said, shocked by how close he was to tears.

  “David.” David pulled his upper lip between his teeth, squeezed his eyes closed, his erection beginning to fade. “David, please look at me.”

  David forced his eyes open and found Jackson’s, but instead of the cool, mocking derision he’d seen in Trevor’s eyes, in Jackson’s he found quiet but desperate longing.

  “I just wanted to know if you needed more preparation or if I could….” His words trailed off into silence, but the hunger in his eyes didn’t fade. “The only way this will be good for me is if it’s good for you too. But you need to tell me what to do.”

  David’s smile was tremulous; he was feeling very much on the brink of tears again, but for an entirely different reason. “I’m ready.”

  “You’re still so tight, though.”

  Jackson’s finger moved inside of him, then nearly out, and David clamped his muscles down to keep it from leaving him empty and waiting. “I like… to start that way,” David said, unable to simply admit he liked the burn of his body stretching around a thick cock. “Just, slowly. Okay?”

  Jackson took a deep breath and nodded. David heard the tear of the condom wrapper, knew Jackson rolled it into place, but he didn’t look down; he watched Jackson’s face. He took in the concentration on his even, handsome features, watched him shiver as if just touching himself was almost too much.

  Then Jackson was looming over him, and David lifted his legs to his chest with his hands behind his knees, waiting. Jackson held his weight on one stiffened arm and used his other hand to line himself up. He pressed forward and David bore down, gasping as Jackson slid slowly inside. It took all of David’s concentration to stay relaxed through the stretch.

  When Jackson’s hip bones were pressed flush to his ass, David cried out, lifting one hand and digging his fingers into Jackson’s arm. He’d almost forgotten how this felt, how stretched he was, how full.

  “Too fast? I’m sorry, I just—”

  “No, not—not too fast. Just—” David’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. He was unable to concentrate on anything other than the delicious burn spreading through his ass and up his spine. “One second, just….” He managed to regulate his breathing and pushed back against the welcome intrusion. The burn faded, and the wonderful, complete feeling he loved replaced it. He forced himself to look up at Jackson and saw the lines of strain around his mouth, the beads of sweat on his forehead.

  David reached up and smoothed his hand over the side of Jackson’s taut face. “Move,” he whispered, and Jackson’s grateful sigh sounded like it came from his soul. He pulled back and pushed in again slowly, and David’s hips rose to meet him. “You can go faster,” he murmured.

  Jackson’s next thrust was faster, the one after that faster still, and he reached beneath David with one hand, angling his hips higher. David gave a strangled cry of pleasure when Jackson’s cock nudged the swollen bundle of nerve endings inside of him. At that angle, Jackson hit his prostate with each thrust and David lost track of everything but the sweeping, overpowering rush of pleasure. His neck arched and his vision grayed and he babbled, his head moving on the pillow as every muscle in his body grew tighter and tighter. He begged for more, harder, faster, and felt the bedframe begin to shake. He could hear the sound of Jackson’s skin slapping against his, feel the slick sweat on his sides when he tried to grip him.

  Finally, Jackson’s voice broke through to him. “Come on, babe,” he urged. “Come on.”

  David couldn’t find words to answer.

  “David, please!”

  Jackson gasped, and his desperation, along with the powerful pounding in David’s ass, pushed him over the edge. He came so hard without ever touching his cock that stars burst to life behind his eyelids and the ocean roared in his ears. David cried out and clung to Jackson until he thrust in hard and stayed there, his strong body shuddering, his cock twitching hard enough that one of David’s aftershocks felt like another smaller, but no less shattering orgasm.

  David was aware that Jackson collapsed on top of him, but he didn’t stay there long. He withdrew carefully and rolled to David’s side, and David’s legs flopped to the bed like overcooked spaghetti noodles. He didn’t care. He was drained, and he didn’t feel connected to his body at the moment. If he had to move, it would have been next to impossible.

  The bed shifted and Jackson sat on the edge, then bent and pulled on his jeans before standing.

  “Jackson?” David’s voice sounded rough and felt even rougher.

  Jackson gave him a soft smile and leaned over to kiss him. “I’ll be right back.”

  He walked toward the bedroom door. David stared at his beautiful broad back and could just see the top of his tattoo over the jeans riding low on his hips. He closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew, the hardwood floor creaked and the bed dipped at his side. A warm, damp cloth began to move over his stomach.

  David opened his eyes and looked up, and Jackson smiled down at him.

  “You okay?”

  David blinked sluggishly. “Mm-hmm. Although the old phrase ‘getting your brains fucked out’ might be a real thing. I feel like mine leaked out my ears.”

  Jackson chuckled softly. “I have to say that was pretty spectacular.” He kissed David. “Thank you.”

  David let his hand come to rest on Jackson’s chest. “You’re welcome. Although I don’t feel like I did a whole lot.”

  Jackson laughed. “You’re mistaken.” He stood up long enough to toss the washcloth in the hamper and divest himself of his jeans, then came back to the bed.

  Even as sated as David had ever been in his life, Jackson took David’s breath. “You’re incredible.”

  Jackson slipped back into the bed, gloriously naked, and leaned in to give David a lingering kiss. “Thank you. So are you.”

  David wasn’t going to argue with him. Instead he watched as Jackson bent to pull the covers up over them.

  The upside-down pink-triangle tattoo on Jackson’s hip came into view, and David reached out and touched it. Jackson stilled, looking at him over his shoulder.

  “I like this.”

  “Thanks.” Jackson waited until David’s hand fell away, then pulled the comforter up, covering David before lying on his side, facing him. “We’re German on my mom’s side of the family.” His expression and deep voice were pensive as he reached up to push some of David’s damp hair from his forehead. “They lived outside of Düsseldorf before World War II. Her grandmother had a brother named Erich. He was away at college in Munich when the Nazis started rounding up the Jews. And the gays. He wasn’t out or anything—his parents never would have forgiven him. But he lived with another man, and I guess in those days that was enough. They never found out exactly what happened to him, but after the war a neighbor told the family both Erich and his lover disappeared one night.” Jackson closed his eyes for a moment. “I think people, even people in my family, like to forget that gay people went to the gas chambers too.”

  David felt his eyes begin to burn. He cupped Jackson’s cheek, and Jackson pressed his lips into David’s palm.

  “I would have liked to know him,” Jackson said. “My grandmother told me I look like him.”

  “Do you have any pictures?”

  “My mom does.”

  “I’d like to see them.”

  Jackson brushed his knuckles down David’s cheek. “I’ll show them to you.”

  David scooted closer and curved his hand over Jackson’s hip where the tattoo marked his skin, and he rubbed his palm over it. Jackson was warm, and the heat radiated between them. Jackson wrapped his arm loosely around David’s waist as their legs tangled, and David felt the soft, comforting weight of Jackson’s cock pressed against his thigh. Usually this was David’s favorite t
ime, the cuddling after, but tonight the sex had been so amazing he didn’t know how pillow talk could compete. In fact, he wondered how soon they could go again, even though his penis wasn’t particularly interested at the moment. He was so preoccupied, he didn’t realize he was basically petting Jackson’s ass until Jackson arched back into his hand.

  “Oh, sorry.” David snatched his hand away.

  “I like it.” Jackson grabbed David’s hand and put it back over his tattoo.

  “You do?” Jackson hummed in the affirmative. “How long ago did you have the tat done?”

  Jackson ran his fingers down David’s spine. “About eighteen months ago. I saw a movie called Bent with Clive Owen and Sir Ian McKellen. Mick Jagger was even in it.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “I don’t think most of us know what they went through. I know I didn’t. Just watching the movie is a harrowing experience. I won’t ever forget it. I went out and got the tattoo the next day.” He stared somberly across the room. “Stephen thought it was stupid.”

  “Trevor would have too. I doubt they would have liked anything that wasn’t in tribute to them.”

  Jackson’s mouth curled to one side. “Truer words. I just think we need to remember, that’s all.”

  “We do. Especially right now. The marriage decision made so many people angry. I knew it would upset some people, but I didn’t expect the kind of backlash there’s been.”

  “I did.” Jackson’s jaw was tight. “And I don’t care if they like it or not. I pay my damned taxes. I should be able to get married if I want to.”

  David slipped his hand up Jackson’s side. “I agree with you.”

  Jackson exhaled. “I know you do. But it was the weekend after the court’s decision that some asshole went after my truck.”

  David continued to slide his hand over Jackson’s smooth skin. He couldn’t seem to get enough of touching him. The muscles under Jackson’s skin were tight at the moment, and David wanted to relax them, soothe him. “Did the police ever find out who did it?”