by A. E. Wasp
Chris laughed out loud. “Not that I know of. But if I did, I would absolutely give her your number.”
She put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to hold you to that, young man. Is Jay-Cee expecting you?”
He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
“I didn’t think so. This should be interesting.” She led him through the house and down a hallway. “I’m fairly sure he’s in here talking to an old friend.” She pushed the door open quietly in time for Chris to hear Jay-Cee say “God help me, I need him, and I wish he were here now.”
35 – Like a slow song starting to accelerate
Jay-Cee looked over when the door to the study opened.
“You have another visitor, Jay-Cee,” Aunt Sissy said. She stepped aside, and the breath left Jay-Cee’s lungs.
He felt his jaw drop, but couldn’t do anything about it. His body wasn’t under his control as he took a step to the door. Aunt Sissy smirked at him, then backed out of the room.
“I’m here,” Chris said.
Jay-Cee couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d never seen Chris dressed like this before. He wore chocolate brown khakis that fit him perfectly, the cuffs rolled up and showing new brown and white leather sneakers. The sleeves of his light blue wool sweater were pushed up, and a white t-shirt peeked out from beneath the vee of the neckline. The sweater was the same shade of blue as his eyes.
Matt craned his neck to see what Jay-Cee was looking at and then turned back to Jay-Cee. Are you fucking kidding me? he mouthed silently.
Jay-Cee gave him a small, one-shoulder shrug; a smile he couldn’t stop spreading across his face. Chris showing up at his doorstep could only be a good thing. The chances of Chris flying to New York just to yell at him some more were pretty low.
Shaking his head, Matt stood up. “I’ve got some things to take care of.” He clapped Jay-Cee on the shoulder hard. “Let me know how things are going for the General. He’s a tough old bird. He’ll probably be around to terrorize the troops long after I’m gone.”
Jay-Cee shook his hand, and Matt pulled him in for a one-armed hug. “Jesus Christ, Jay-Cee, I feel dirty just looking at him. Good job,” he whispered with a laugh.
Jay-Cee laughed out loud.
Matt nodded at Chris as he passed him on his way out but didn’t say anything. Turning, Matt stopped in the doorway behind Chris. Chris wouldn’t have been able to see him, even if he hadn’t been staring at Jay-Cee. Matt mimed holding a phone up to his ear and mouthed call me.
Jay-Cee smiled and shook his head. “I will,” he said. And he would, much more often from now on.
Chris turned to look at Matt. Matt gave him a short goodbye wave and left. A few seconds later a burst of laughter came from down the hallway. Jay-Cee could only imagine what Matt and Sissy were saying.
Chris stayed frozen in the doorway as Aunt Sissy and the other guy left him alone with Jay-Cee.
“Shut the door,” Jay-Cee said.
He reached behind him and pushed the door closed with a quiet click.
“Feel free to put your backpack down. I’m not going to kick you out.”
Chris had forgotten he was still carrying his bag, and he let it slide to the floor with a heavy thump. Chris could barely breathe. He was used to seeing Jay-Cee in those stupid overalls he always wore or ripped jeans and an ancient t-shirt. Now he was wearing dark blue jeans and a white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons unbuttoned and he looked even more like sex on legs than usual.
“I’m sorry about your dad,” Chris managed to say.
“What are you even doing here?” Jay-Cee asked.
He didn’t look angry, though, thank God. Chris didn’t have much of a plan for what to do next, but he’d pictured a few different ways this could go. So far no one had slammed the door in his face or kicked him out or cursed at him, so they had already avoided his worst case scenarios.
“You didn’t call me when you were upset. And then you ran away.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly what he meant to say, but, really he didn’t want to talk.
Seeing Jay-Cee dressed like that in this obviously masculine room, with its dark wood paneling, leather furniture, expensive rugs, and oil paintings on the wall, pushed buttons Chris hadn’t known he’d had until this very moment. Maybe he did have some daddy issues after all.
“I didn’t think you wanted me to call you when I was upset,” Jay-Cee said. His voice was calm, but he had a tight grip on the back of the wingback leather chair he was standing next to.
Chris took a few steps into the room. “I was wrong. It goes both ways. All of it. Everything.”
Jay-Cee moved closer to Chris. The look in his eyes went right to Chris’s cock. He shoved his hands in his pockets. Jay-Cee’s gaze dropped to where the material of his pants pulled tight across his crotch. That didn’t help the situation at all. Despite his brain screaming at him that now was hardly the time, he felt his cock getting harder against the inside of his thigh.
“We should talk,” Jay-Cee said, running his hand through his hair and biting his lower lip.
“Yeah, we should,” Chris answered, voice deep. “Do you want to?”
“Not really, not right now,” Jay-Cee admitted, taking a few more steps towards Chris as if he couldn’t help himself.
Okay. That was all Chris could take. He strode across the room. Jay-Cee met him halfway, and their bodies slammed together.
Chris slid his hands into Jay-Cee’s hair and tilted his head up for a kiss. Their mouths came together in a clash of lips and teeth, Chris’s fingers tightening in Jay-Cee’s hair.
Jay-Cee had one hand clamped around Chris’s jaw, holding him in place. With his other hand, he grabbed Chris’s ass so hard he was going to bruise Chris through his pants.
Chris moaned against Jay-Cee and tried to lick the taste of whiskey from his mouth. He pulled back far enough to breathe. “You taste amazing,” he gasped before diving back in.
Jay-Cee pushed Chris’s head away with the hand at his jaw and Chris whined. “I was drinking. Is it okay?”
“It’s fucking awesome.” Chris reached forward to lick at Jay-Cee’s lips at the same time he ground their hips together.
Jay-Cee growled and grabbed Chris’s ass with both hands, yanking him up onto his toes and dragging Chris’s cock up his hard thigh muscles.
Chris whimpered into Jay-Cee’s mouth. His cock was trapped against the inside of his leg, and he hung on the precipice between pain and pleasure from it.
Jay-Cee pushed him away, breathing heavily, eyes black with desire. His hands clenched around Chris’s shoulders. “You look fucking amazing,” he said. Noticing the line of Chris’s erection straining against his inseam, Jay-Cee grinned. The predatory look in his eyes made Chris’s knees go weak. “That’s got to be uncomfortable,” Jay-Cee said, rubbing his thumb hard over the head of Chris’s cock.
Chris’s knees buckled, and Jay-Cee caught him with a hand around his waist.
“I should make you come in those fucking khakis. You’re killing me with them.” He kept rubbing circles around the head of Chris’s cock, and Chris prayed the dark material would hide the wet spot he felt spreading. Jay-Cee leaned close, his voice a gravel whisper in Chris’s ear. “You look so respectable in them. So proper. No one would ever guess the things you beg for when I get you out of them.”
Holy fuck. Chris’s cheeks flamed red even as he clutched onto Jay-Cee’s shoulders. His legs trembled so hard. Jay-Cee was going to make him come in his pants, and he couldn’t even care.
His chest was panting like a racehorse’s by the time Jay-Cee relented and moved his hand. Then Jay-Cee manhandled him backwards, telling him the whole time how fucking gorgeous he was, how he couldn’t keep his hands off Chris, and how he wanted to strip Chris naked, tie him to the bed, and fuck him until he couldn’t remember his own name.
“Fuck, Jay-Cee. God, please. I can’t.” The back of his knees hit the chair, and he fell gracelessly into the seat.
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br /> His lungs stopped working as Jay-Cee dropped to his knees in front of the chair. When Jay-Cee’s hands fumbled at Chris’s belt, he worried briefly that Aunt Sissy might come back. But as Jay-Cee ripped his zipper down, he found he didn’t care. Let her come in. She could take pictures if she wanted, he couldn’t stop for anything.
“I jerked off in the shower today thinking of you,” Jay-Cee said as he pulled Chris’s pants open. “You know what I thought about?”
Chris knew what he thought about every time he showered lately. “No,” he said, voice shaky. He slumped back against the chair.
Jay-Cee pulled Chris’s cock out gently, dragging his hand up it. Chris’s eyes rolled back in his head. “I thought about your face. Your fucking beautiful face.” Keeping his hand wrapped around the base, he bent down and licked a stripe up Chris’s cock.
Chris yelled, jackknifing forward.
Jay-Cee pressed Chris back against the chair with a hand flat against Chris’s chest. “Quiet,” he said, an absolutely evil grin on his face. “My mother is sleeping upstairs.”
Jesus fuck. Jay-Cee was going to kill him. Chris was going to die of a heart attack at twenty-two, and he was perfectly okay with that.
Jay-Cee moved quickly and shoved his hand up under Chris’s shirt, fingers stretching to flick at the metal bars in Chris’s nipples. Chris shoved his fist into his mouth to muffle his moans just in time. Jay-Cee swallowed his cock so far down in one swoop that Chris saw stars. His hips thrust up off the chair, but Jay-Cee just moved with him. The heat of Jay-Cee’s hand on his chest grounded Chris, even as his fingers flicked at the piercings until they were tender, and Chris couldn’t stop whimpering from the sensation.
Jay-Cee tortured Chris with his tongue and his lips, bobbing unashamedly on Chris’s cock until Chris’s back arched with the orgasm building at the base of his spine. Then he pulled off with a pop.
Chris collapsed back into the chair with a shuddered exhaled.
Jay-Cee pressed his palm flat against the skin over Chris’s pounding heart. He looked up at Chris from between his legs, his hand still wrapped firmly around the base of Chris’s cock. “You know what else I thought about?”
Chris shook his head rapidly.
“Your mind. You, you kid, with your damn poetry and philosophy and your fucking opinions on opera.” Jay-Cee’s eyes pinned him to the chair, and Chris couldn’t look away. “The way you dance in my studio, how you make me work to beat you at fucking basketball of all things, and your hands. Your fucking hands.”
His voice was rough from emotion and Chris’s cock, and Chris wanted him to keep talking forever.
Jay-Cee slid his hand out from under Chris’s shirt. Before Chris could protest the loss, he took Chris’s wrist in his, smoothing his fingers over the thin skin over his pulse until Chris’s fist unclenched.
Jay-Cee watched his thumb tracing gentle patterns in Chris’s palm. His other hand moved slowly up and down Chris’s aching erection almost of its own volition.
Chris shuddered violently, not sure if he was going to come or cry or both.
“Your fucking hands,” Jay-Cee said reverently. “On my sculptures, making them better with just your touch.”
Crying won. Chris didn’t even try to hold back the tears. “Jay-Cee,” he pleaded, voice trembling.
Jay-Cee placed a kiss in the center of Chris’s palm. He looked up at Chris with a smile that hurt Chris’s heart and wiped away the tears with his thumb.
Then he dropped his head back down and proceeded to suck Chris’s brains out through his cock. Chris shouted and gripped the arms of the chair so hard he was afraid he was gouging nail marks in the leather.
Jay-Cee was relentless, attacking Chris with his hands and his mouth until Chris was a groaning, cursing mess. His hips flew up off the chair, shoving his cock deep into Jay-Cee’s throat, and he came with a shout. His back arched off the chair, and his muscles locked up, holding him up, trembling, for endless minutes as he came so hard his vision started to go gray at the edges.
Jay-Cee took everything Chris gave him.
When Chris collapsed bonelessly down, Jay-Cee slid him roughly off the chair to the floor, apologizing the whole time as he stood on trembling legs and ripped open his jeans with shaking hands. “Sorry, sorry. I can’t…” he said as he pulled Chris’s jaw down to open his mouth.
He braced himself with one hand on the arm on of the chair and one hand on the back of Chris’s head. Still shuddering through the aftershocks of his enormous orgasm, Chris could only try to breathe through his nose as he let Jay-Cee fuck his slack mouth.
He coughed a little as Jay-Cee came silently, shooting down Chris’s throat, hand tightening perfectly in Chris’s hair.
Then Jay-Cee slid down next to Chris on the floor, and, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, pulled Chris into his side.
“Holy shit, I love you,” Chris said breathlessly.
Jay-Cee laughed softly, eyes closed. He tilted his head into Chris’s, bumping him gently. “Yeah. I love you, too.”
They sat quietly, listening to each other breathe as their heartbeats returned to normal.
“Fuck,” Jay-Cee sighed. He reached a hand up to the side table and pulled down the watery remnant of Matt’s drink. Finishing it in one long swallow, he dropped his head back against the chair.
Chris tugged Jay-Cee’s head towards him, and kissed him slowly and thoroughly, chasing the taste of the whiskey around his mouth. “Tastes so good,” he said.
Jay-Cee kissed Chris and smiled. Chris traced the creases at the corner of his eyes with his fingertips.
“Now we can talk,” Jay-Cee said.
36 – Staring down a brilliant dream
They heard footsteps in the hallway, and very quickly pulled themselves together, jumping up onto separate chairs. Jay-Cee looked like he just had sex, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cheeks and chest flushed, and a completely goofy smile on his face.
Chris knew he couldn’t look much better. All his bones had turned to mush, and he was having trouble sitting up straight. With the way his legs felt, he really hoped he didn’t have to walk anywhere soon.
“Jay-Cee?” Sissy called from behind the closed door.
“Yes, Aunt Sissy?” he responded, smiling at Chris.
“I’m taking your mother out. We’re going head over to the hospital. We’ll probably be gone for at least two hours.”
Chris snickered at the way her voice rose at the end and the obvious implication behind her words. Too bad she was a little too late.
“Should I meet you at the hospital?” Jay-Cee asked, speaking loudly.
The two women mumbled in the hallway, too low for Chris to make out what they were saying.
“We’ll text you if there is any change in your father’s condition. Would that be okay?”
“That would be perfect. Thank you.”
“We’ll see you and that nice young man for dinner at the club tonight, though, right?” It was phrased as a question, but they both knew an order when they heard one.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Aunt Sissy.”
“Don’t forget to wear a jacket and a tie,” his mother called. “I know you haven’t been for a while, and I don’t know how they do things in Colorado.” She said Colorado as if it were the very outskirts of civilization.
“I won’t forget, Mother. We’ll meet you there at six.”
“See you later then, boys,” Sissy called through the door.
Jay-Cee looked at Chris. “Do you have a jacket?” he asked.
Chris rolled his eyes. “Of course I do. Am I a barbarian?”
Jay-Cee smiled. “And a tie?”
“Oh, I brought several ties,” Chris said, raising his eyebrows. “Just in case. Including your favorite.”
“That was very good thinking on your part.”
“I am a quick study,” Chris agreed.
Jay-Cee’s phone beeped with an incoming text, and he picked it up off the side table. He loo
ked down and laughed, then held it out for Chris to read. It was from his Aunt Sissy. The word Wowza! and then several emojis including one with its eyes bugging out, a thumbs up, a fire, and a heart.
Chris laughed. “She’s awesome.”
“I know. I don’t think I would have survived without her.”
“I thought she was going to jump me in the hallway.”
“She’s a lesbian. I think you’re safe,” Jay-Cee said.
“I don’t know, the way she was undressing me with her eyes.” Chris fluttered his eyelashes and covered his chest with his arms in false modesty. “I could tell you two were related. Maybe I’ll try to hook her up with my mom.”
Jay-Cee frowned. “How old is your mom? No, wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know right now.” He walked over to the bar fridge and got two bottles of water. “You must be starving,” he said as he tossed a bottle at Chris.
“I definitely could eat, but I think we should talk first.”
“You’re probably right. There might be something in here.” He dug through the cabinets below the bar and found some pretzels and After Eight mints.
“I love these things,” Chris said, reaching for the green box of mints. “The way they’re individually wrapped. I thought they were very elegant when I was a kid.”
“The Wentworths are a classy household.”
“Excellent hospitality. A-plus.” Chris smiled around a mouthful of chocolate.
Jay-Cee leaned back in his chair. “I think I should start.”
Chris pointed his water bottle at Jay-Cee. “On one condition.”
“What?”
“No more saying sorry, from either of us. I’m sorry for what I’ve done wrong, and you know it. You’re sorry, and I know it. Let’s just make sure we’re on the same page about what we did wrong, and move on. Okay?” Chris hoped it was. He wanted to get past this part as quickly as possible.
Jay-Cee nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. That sounds very productive, actually.” He took a deep breath. “So, I made a lot of mistakes from that very first night in my hotel.”
