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More Than Friends And Brothers
Chapter 5: By Dawn's Early Light
By Dagmar Buse


Tommy drifted up from the depths of slumber to the unwelcome racket of what sounded like an ungodly number of birds chirping, whistling, tweeting (and whatever-else type of sounds birds made) just outside the window and groaned. It had been a peaceful, nice background noise last night; right now, it was about as welcome to him as an attack from every cannon-fodder goon since Rita's putties down to Mesogog's tyrannodrones. Reluctantly, he pried one eye open and started to curse under his breath when he saw that the room was still swathed in darkness. No hint of the first glow of dawn creeping up slowly behind the mountains, tinting the sky a lovely mixture of pinks, purples and deep blues in the far distance; no, the air coming in from the open window was still cool, so it was obviously still night. Not even yet very early morning. Blindly, he fumbled for, then grabbed a corner of his pillow to pull it over his head, but the damn thing wouldn't budge, no matter how hard he tried.

Grumbling, he shifted from his comfortable position, intending - in view of the pillow's non-cooperation - to burrow under the covers to go back to sleep, but froze when he bumped into a warm body lying next to him. That body was at once hard and soft, hairy and silky-smooth ... and quite obviously as naked as he himself. It also snored.

Who ... oh yeah. Jason.

Relaxing back onto the mattress, Tommy found himself wake fully at that realization ... especially as the memories of their night together started to flood his mind. He felt a grin spread over his face; no doubt an extremely silly one, but he didn't care. What they'd done to - and with - each other last night had been special, not to mention hot and exciting, and he knew he was very much looking forward to a repeat performance. Soon.

Or more. Man, it was awesome!

Tommy blushed as the memories became more specific. How gentle Jason had been as he'd introduced him to his first male-male sexual encounter! Gentle, caring ... and damn sexy, too. Tommy shivered as he recalled how his best friend had sensuously licked his come from his fingers. He hadn't dared to do the same, later. Maybe I should have ... especially after forgetting about Jason's needs at first. But I felt so good, so safe, so satisfied ...is it any wonder I nearly fell asleep? Lucky for him, Jason had understood and been quite forgiving about his momentary lapse. Eventually, anyway.

Tommy turned his head slightly to watch the man sleeping beside him. Jason was sprawled on his back, his far arm flung towards the edge of the mattress and one leg stuck out from under the blanket, but his face was turned towards Tommy ... and even in his sleep, Jason was smiling. Tommy hoped that meant he'd found their first time as good and memorable as it had been for him.

Because it had been good. Not only to be on the receiving end of one of the best hand jobs it had ever been Tommy's pleasure to receive, but even more so to try and do the same for Jason. He'd been so nervous and unsure at first, reassured solely by Jason's patience and gentle guidance as he'd started his exploration of his friend's body ...

"Don't worry about technique, Bro," Jason told him with a smile as he lay back, giving Tommy full access to his body. "You're familiar with the, um, equipment, and I doubt you could do anything I'm not gonna like."

"What if I do?" Tommy worried, unaware that his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and were already skimming across Jason's sculpted abs.

"You won't. Trust me on that," Jason said breathily, wishing Tommy would touch him more firmly ... and in more exciting places. He squirmed a little, trying to shift so that his friend's hands would naturally fall where he wanted them most.

"I do," Tommy said earnestly, gazing deeply into the midnight-dark eyes of his new lover. The tiny flame he saw there - banked for now, but ready to flicker into full life in an instant - sent a wave of corresponding heat through him. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be here in the first place. Or have let you ..." He blushed, feeling his genitals twitch with remembered pleasure.

"Let me ... what?" Jason murmured, moving slightly so that Tommy's hand drifted below his navel. Mmm, better. Just a liiiiiiittle more ...

Several euphemisms sprang to Tommy's mind, but he chose honesty over them all. "Make love to me," he replied, pressing a kiss against Jason's shoulder. Because that's what it had been, despite the inevitable awkwardness, nerves, first time and all. He was rewarded when Jason reached up and drew his head down for a long, wetly exciting yet tender kiss.

"Thank you for recognizing that," Jason whispered against his lips. Then, he grinned and gave Tommy a suggestive wink as he fell back against the pillow and spread his legs invitingly, his fully erect cock positively begging for attention. "Now, how about returning the favor?"

And that was what Tommy had done - tentatively at first, marveling at the familiar yet simultaneously strange feeling of closing his hand around the silky hardness of a cock not his own, but Jason's. It was almost the same as touching himself, but weirdly different, too ... However, he gained confidence by leaps and bounds when Jason responded to every touch freely and without inhibitions, telling his friend with soft words of encouragement and body language what excited him most, what made him moan with pleasure or shiver with delight. In fact, it had been quite thrilling to discover Jason's 'hot spots' ... and just what kind of stimulation it took to make him writhe with abandon under Tommy's touch.

He rolled onto his side and propped his head on one hand, studying his sleeping friend. He'd been surprised to discover that Jason responded more intensely to a little roughness than to gentler caresses ... but on second thought, it wasn't that surprising after all. There had been several times during various sparring sessions, when they were going more for the sheer fun and exhilaration of pitting their skills against each other than serious training, that Jason had grown an erection ... and he hadn't been the only one to react thusly. Of course they had laughed it off as a typically teenaged male thing at the time, but now Tommy had to wonder whether they hadn't sown the seed of a mutual attraction back then that had culminated in last night's lovemaking.

The thought generated a coil of pleasant tension in the pit of Tommy's stomach and he caught his breath as it radiated downwards into his groin. He shivered. As much as he'd liked and appreciated Jason's caution and gentleness, there was an undeniable thrill in the idea of not having to hold back, to let their passion run freely and being able to match one's partner strength for strength.

That's what we've done right from the start, he mused. As friends, as sparring partners, as Rangers ... and hell, yes, as rivals. We've competed in one way or another even before and without Rita's meddling; not only on the mats, but in school, in sports and a hundred other ways.

He knew that that rivalry and competitiveness, weird as it sounded, was actually one of the cornerstones of their relationship. In fact, before their careers had sent them down diverging paths they had both won their greatest achievements in direct competition. As they cared too much for each other, it never degenerated into one-upmanship - not without outward interference, anyway! - but rather provided both of them with a measuring stick by which to gauge their accomplishments in comparison to a true equal. And it would be no different in this new area, Tommy realized with sudden, bone-deep certainty.

He and Jason were equals/. Always had been, always would be. There would be no 'dominant' or 'submissive' partner - not unless they /chose to assume either role. However, this particular mental image carried with it some things Tommy had shied away from until now. He let his mind wander back to his 'research' - namely, the blue movies he'd watched.

Can I submit to Jase? In all ways?

As Tommy recalled several scenes and pictured himself in the receiving position during some actions, he felt that almost-forgotten swarm of butterflies stir deep within himself once more ... and started to grow hard. Oh-kaaay. He swallowed, half-nervous yet also strangely excited. Looks like I won't have a problem there. Good ... I think.

Which left the reverse. Could he dominate /Jason/? Tommy thought back to last night, extrapolated Jason's response to his yet-unskilled attempts at what had been very tame sex, really, onto various fantasies he'd been having lately ... imagined his best friend arching beneath him, obeying his every command, open, vulnerable, even begging for his touch ...

It was surprisingly easy ... and Tommy had to stifle a moan of instant, raw desire that had him fully erect in the space of two heartbeats.

Aw, man! I can't wait to have that happen!

However, a still somewhat hesitant part of his mind (which was decidedly different from the little voice cheering him on) cautioned him that he had better learn to walk before he tried to run. Namely, let Jason teach him some more of what two men might do together in bed. Mmm. True, but what a shame ... still, judging by last night it'll probably be the most fun learning experience I'll ever have, he reflected with a small, private grin of anticipation. Besides, I've always been a quick study!

Tommy shifted on the mattress, half-tempted to deal with his erection himself. He let his free hand drift towards his groin; his breathing sped up as he gently encircled the base of his cock. Stroking once from base to tip, he closed his eyes in silent bliss, then regretfully let go and put his hand safely back on top of the covers.

Can't do it. Didn't I kinda promise Jase I wouldn't fly solo anymore?

He didn't remember the exact words he'd used, or whether he'd only meant the times when Jason wouldn't be around, but couldn't quite bring himself to masturbate despite the clamoring of his hormones - besides, deep down he wanted Jason to make him come. Hopefully, he'd oblige at least once before they had to leave the cabin later in the day. If nothing else, Tommy wanted to know whether all orgasms Jason could give him would be as electric and satisfying as the first. I think I could easily get addicted to him bringing me off!

Promising himself he'd make at least an attempt for an encore later in the day, Tommy decided to try and go back to sleep while it was still dark outside, but before he did so couldn't resist the lure of the smooth, muscular chest rising and falling with every breath so close to him. He leant forward to press an open-mouthed kiss near one brown nipple, less than half-determined not to go just one step further and start nibbling, when he caught a backdraft of his own breath.

Eww. Man, I completely forgot about morning breath, and how bad it could be! Guess we should've been a bit more careful with the garlic last night. Funny, it hadn't mattered when they'd kissed after dinner - but now, it was rather off-putting. Shaking his head ruefully, Tommy drew back from the tempting expanse of tanned skin and lay down once more, feeling his erection gradually subside. Fighting a yawn, he looked towards the window. The sky wasn't noticeably lighter yet, but the birdsong had increased in volume, and if he looked closely enough, he could see the first hints of sunrise behind the treetops on the mountain.

It's too early to be awake anyway,/ he groused. /If those damn birds hadn't started with their racket, I'd still be asleep. Dammit, Jase, is there anything you can't sleep through?!? Hmph.

Sighing, he was about to pull up the cover when he became aware of another urge that was also centered in his groin ... but had very little to do with Jason, or sex.

Shit.

Grimacing at the almost-correct term, Tommy cursed silently. He really didn't want to get up, but while he knew he probably could wait until a later hour, he also didn't want to have to fight Jason over bathroom privileges if they both happened to have to go at the same time. And as things usually turn out that way when you least want them to, and neither one of us likes using the bushes outside ...

Grumpily, yet still taking care not to disturb his friend, he rolled out of bed and padded towards the bathroom.

*

Tommy squinted against the harsh light as he turned on the tap to wash his hands after finishing his business. He'd nearly frozen when the sound of flushing had seemed louder than a passing overhead train in the early-morning stillness filling the secluded cabin, but relaxed again when he couldn't detect any movement from the bedroom. He rinsed the soap from his hands and started to reach for a towel when a thought made him stop.

What if Jase wants to fool around some more later? I've just ... and if he should ...and there's still a rest of ... um, ew? Better clean myself there, too.

He wet a washcloth from the stack on the sink and wiped himself off, wincing when the coolness hit his still sleep-warmed skin. Only the shower was connected to a heater; the sink taps were fed from a natural well, and here in the mountains that meant any water was icy cold. Done, he dried himself, then remembered that there was one other personal hygiene thing he could take care of as long as he was here anyway. Especially if Jase gets ideas before breakfast!

Tommy felt better - and much cleaner - once he was done brushing his teeth. He ran his tongue over his lips, licking off a spot of minty toothpaste left in one corner of his mouth. Truthfully, he'd never much minded morning breath when he'd been with Kat, but somehow with Jason he wanted everything to be as perfect as he could make it after this, their first time together - and as he couldn't think of anything else, presenting himself as fresh and clean as possible would have to do.

He glanced fleetingly into the mirror. As usual, his short hair was sticking up in ways that owed very little to styling, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been when he'd still been wearing it long. Still, it looked rather silly, and sighing half with disgust, half with rueful amusement, he reached for a comb.

"I can't believe I'm worrying about the way I look just out of bed," he muttered to himself as he attempted to tame the wayward strands. "If someone could hear or see me, they'd think I've mutated into Kim, or something!"

*

"If you were Kim, I wouldn't be here with you," a deep, sleepy voice murmured behind him, and Tommy jumped. Startled, his eyes flew up and in the mirror saw Jason lean against the bathroom door, looking rather rumpled as well. The dark eyes were laughing, though, as he sauntered forward, stopping directly behind Tommy. "No offense to Kim, she's pretty and everything, but she was always more like my baby sister; I'd never dream of doing this to her," he continued.

"Um, doing what?" Tommy asked bemusedly, waiting for the adrenaline rush of surprise to pass. He could just barely make out Jason's smile behind his shoulder.

"Oh, this," Jason whispered, sliding his arms around Tommy's waist and pressed his groin suggestively against Tommy's butt. It took Tommy a second to distinguish the varied sensations - smooth skin stretched over a hipbone, the slight roughness of pubic hair further down and center, and amidst that ... Tommy gasped slightly as he realized Jason was half-erect and that his length was nestling neatly between his cheeks. Instinctively, he thrust back. Unseen by Tommy, Jason grinned to himself and fought the temptation to reach for Tommy's beginning-to-fill cock. "You like, hmm? How about maybe ... this?" He placed an openmouthed kiss on Tommy's neck, just at the juncture with his shoulder, and licked up to his friend's hairline. Jason found himself rewarded with a tiny shiver he hoped was excitement. Ah-ha. Good! Remembering another erogenous zone of his new lover's, he tightened his grip around Tommy with one hand and let the other wander upwards to the leanly-muscled chest.

"And I'd need to be one hell of a contortionist if I did something like this with Kim," he said, simultaneously thrusting his cock against the muscular ass, pinched a hardening nipple and teasingly bit into the pulsing vein in Tommy's neck, then soothed the tiny hurt with a wet lick towards his ear, eliciting a sharp hiss. "She's just too tiny; you're perfect. Not to mention she'd probably deck me," he added /sotto voce/.

Moaning at the sensual assault, Tommy tried to respond to the triple stimulation, but couldn't quite make up his mind in what order. He settled on offering his neck first by tilting his head, watching in the mirror through slitted eyes how Jason accepted the invitation by nip-kissing his way back down to Tommy's shoulder. Jason's hands weren't staying idle, either; they were now exploring all of his chest and abdomen. Man! I never knew my shoulder would be this sensitive!

"I'm h-hardly p-perfect," he stammered, wishing Jason would stop rubbing his pecs and abs and reach for his reawakened cock instead.

Now he could feel the grin curving Jason's lips against his skin. "Maybe not," Jason conceded. "But perfect height, anyway. Especially for this ..." He shifted his hips slightly, and Tommy felt the hot, satiny length of Jason's erection slip deeper into his crack. An arrow of heat pierced his innards, and without thinking he thrust back once more. It was Jason's turn to inhale sharply as his cockhead slid dangerously close to a place he desperately longed to explore (and have explored in turn on his own body), but didn't quite dare yet.

"Whoa, Bro," he murmured, steadying Tommy with both hands. "Easy!"

Suddenly impatient, Tommy ignored everything but his mounting desire. He jerked free of the strong hands, turned and hauled Jason fully against him. The heat radiating from the fleshy poles now aligned next to each other after a tiny shift in stance seemed to warm more than just their bellies. "What if I don't want 'easy' anymore?" he growled. Not giving Jason time to answer, he steadied his friend's head by wrapping his hands around the strong neck and took the smiling mouth in a demanding kiss. There was a moment of stillness as Jason adjusted to finding himself no longer the instigator, but it presented no problem. Offering no resistance, Jason responded fully by meeting the thrusting tongue eagerly with his own. It only served to stoke the fire starting to burn within Tommy. Without breaking the hard kiss, he began to seek out the places on Jason's body he'd learned last night would excite him, and again encountered only willing cooperation. Only when Tommy wiggled his hand between their close-pressed bodies to reach for Jason's throbbing shaft did Jason resist.

Tearing his mouth free, he put both hands on Tommy's shoulders and pushed back.

"No. Tommy, wait!"

*

Finding himself thwarted, Tommy tried to hold on, but couldn't quite match Jason's strength. "Why not!" he grumbled.

Jason soothed his disgruntled lover with a kiss. "Because I'll end up with a welt on my ass if you don't stop shoving me against the edge of the sink," he murmured, easing his own grip into a full embrace. "And because there are better ways than doing it standing up in the bathroom." He rubbed his hips suggestively against Tommy's, lowering his voice into a seductive rumble. "More comfortable ones, anyway. I'm not saying you should stop altogether," Jason continued with a wink as Tommy sighed and slumped. "Just give me a sec to do what you already did, then let's go back to bed and ..." A lightning-fast swipe of an agile tongue across and into Tommy's mouth made a promise that upped the ex-Dino Ranger's blood pressure considerably. "Deal?"

"Hmph. I guess."

Jason laughed softly and stepped out of Tommy's reluctantly-opened arms. "I'll hurry." In another moment, he'd disappeared behind the partition separating the commode from the bathroom.

I really should give Jase some privacy, but ... I don't wanna, Tommy mused somewhat defiantly as he waited, listening to the familiar sounds of bathroom usage. Weird. But he'd have said something if he minded, right?

As if to prove his point, Jason grinned at him as he reappeared and went to the sink. Quickly, he washed his hands, took another washcloth and winced just like Tommy had done when he cleaned his cock as well. "Yuck."

Tommy couldn't help himself, he snickered. "Could've told ya."

"Pfft. Well, guess we'll be warming each other up again real soon, huh?"

"Bet on it," Tommy replied hoarsely, letting his eyes roam across the expanse of smooth tanned skin as he watched Jason perfunctorily rinse his mouth, too. The thought of those now cool lips tasting his flesh made him shiver, but not because of a drop in room temperature. "You done yet?"

Chuckling, Jason turned off the tap and held out a hand. "Yep."

"Then come on already!" He tugged once, and only the fact that Jason had halfway expected such a move prevented him from stumbling.

Barely remembering to switch off the light, the two made their way back into the still-dark bedroom and the mussed bed. Once there, Jason just let himself fall onto the mattress, drawing Tommy right down with him. It was ungraceful, it was clumsy, they even bounced a little, but it was fast - and it brought them back into each other's arms without further ado.

Trying to suppress both a snort of laughter and an exasperated "oof" - he'd landed on one of Jason's elbows with his stomach before they'd sorted themselves out - Tommy rolled over, flung a leg across Jason's thighs and pinned his lover beneath him. There was an unaccustomed thrill to having Jason be this compliant to his wishes, and he wanted to explore that strange, exciting feeling to the max. Man! The only time I can remember getting this horny over Jase was that first time when I was jerking off over that calendar photo - and I've always thought half of that was guilty pleasure! Apparently he'd misread his own motives, Tommy conceded deep within his mind. But that could definitely wait; he had far better things to do just now than psychoanalyze himself. Eyes glittering, he leaned up as best he could with Jason's arms still wrapped firmly around his shoulders and stared into the midnight-dark eyes. They had already lit up again with a tiny flame Tommy was rapidly coming to recognize. As before, it sent his own pulse soaring.

"Okay, we're comfortable. Now what?" he challenged.

To his surprise, Jason's grip on him eased. Keeping one arm around his back, he threaded his free hand through Tommy's hair and drew him down into a gentle but thorough kiss. When it ended, leaving Tommy somewhat breathless, Jason relaxed against the mattress.

"Now ... I'm all yours," he murmured huskily. "Do anything - whatever you want."

It was an offer Tommy couldn't refuse. With a low growl of desire, he bent forward and captured the smiling lips, thrusting his tongue deeply into the moist heat. Jason offered no resistance, and he plundered the willing mouth until they were both quite out of breath.

Finding himself rock-hard, Tommy resisted the impulse to tell Jason to either reach for his cock or take matters into his own hand, so to speak. Surely there's more we can do than just jerking off? Question is, what? One easy way to find out, he decided. "/Any/thing?"

Still lying unresistingly beneath him, Jason nodded. "Uh-huh." He then waited for Tommy to tell him what he wanted, or at least make a suggestion, but when neither was forthcoming, he turned his head and licked a handy shoulder. Mm. I like the way you taste, Bro. Tommy shuddered minutely, but remained silent. Hmm. Jason sought the brown eyes so close above him. What he read in them made a few things clear. Ah. He's curious, but still kinda unsure of what else to do. Definitely eager, though. If nothing else, the pulsating hardness of Tommy's cock against his abdomen was unmistakable proof. Well, since their intimacy was still so new, the best way to proceed, in Jason's opinion, was to just ask.

"Do you have something specific in mind, or are you open to suggestions?" he inquired gently, running his hands down Tommy's back until he could cup the muscular ass. Tommy inhaled sharply as the caress, rough and firm as it was, sent yet another shockwave through him.

Once he recovered and adjusted to the now even brighter flame of desire spreading through Jason's fingers from his buttcheeks right into his pulsing cock, Tommy sighed and rested his forehead against Jason's. "I ... I'd like to go on holding you," he said. "And I also want us to, um, do something together, if that's okay with you. Like, at the same time if we can?"

Jason smiled. "Sure. But - I take it you mean we should do something other than this?" He trailed one hand down between them and took Tommy's cock in his hand, giving it a gentle tug from root to tip and back, demonstrating his meaning.

Tommy gasped as the friction set off yet another small explosion in his groin. "Yeah," he breathed, instinctively moving to give Jason more room. He obliged by taking a firmer hold on the satiny shaft, pumping carefully up and down. "If you don't mind, that is ..."

"Trust me, Bro, I don't mind at all," Jason murmured. Reluctantly, he released his friend. "Hmm ... together ... how about we do it this way?" Using his greater strength, he lifted Tommy half off him and maneuvered until his friend lay right on top of him - hip to hip, chest to chest. Then, he spread his legs and shifted a little until their erect cocks were side by side. Jason aligned both organs just so with one hand, then sank back into the mattress and gripped Tommy's waist. Next, he thrust gently upwards, drawing a hissing breath from both as the two shafts brushed against each other between their now tightly-pressed bellies. "Unh. How'd you like /that/?" Jason whispered, repeating the motion.

Tommy moaned. "A lot." Without needing a prompt, he copied Jason's movement.

"Good."

It was a familiar position for Tommy, so he had no problems at all adjusting to this new experience. The only thing lacking was the natural lubrication a woman's body would offer, but he'd known and expected that.

It's still hotter'n hell ...because this is Jase lying under me. Letting me dry-fuck him. Aw, man! Tommy smothered his excited groan in his partner's eager mouth.

Soon they were both thrusting in near-perfect synchronicity, letting the sensations run their course as they clung to each other. Sweat began to form on their backs and chests, spreading between their rippling abdomens as their tempo increased and slicked their skin.

However, after several minutes of increasingly hard humping not even the pre-cum leaking from their cocks was enough to prevent the friction on their over-sensitized cockheads from becoming uncomfortable.

"It's not enough," Tommy panted as he tried to get a firmer hold on the broad shoulders beneath him. By now, he was becoming desperate for release - and the sensual kisses, nibbles and licks Jason was freely peppering on his face, neck and whatever portion of Tommy's chest he could reach weren't helping, either. "Bro ..." he groaned, unable to decide whether he wanted to stop and try something else or just endure the growing discomfort until he orgasmed.

To his relief - and keen disappointment - Jason seemed to feel the same and stopped thrusting against him. If his rueful grin and heavy breathing was any indication, he was just as reluctant (and grateful) to stop as Tommy.

"Sorry," Jason gasped as he caught his breath. "Should've remembered we need lube for this."

What an excellent idea! "You got some?"

Eagerly, Tommy raised his head and peered over at Jason's nightstand. Without his glasses, the objects on top were a bit blurry, but maybe what they needed was in the drawer ... he hated to let go of his lover for even the short seconds it would take to retrieve the bottle or tube or whatever, but it'd most likely be worth it.

Jason's grin grew, turning more than slightly lecherous. "Uh huh. Just in case we did get around to some, er, action this weekend," he admitted.

"Mmm." Tommy expressed his gratitude at Jason's foresight with a deep, hungry kiss that was fully reciprocated. "Where is it?"

Much to his chagrin, Jason sighed heavily as he stilled all movement and slumped into the pillows. "Er, I left it in my bag. Which unfortunately is ..."

"... in the hallway," Tommy finished with a frustrated groan. "Shit!" He, too, stopped moving and let himself go limp on top of Jason.

"Yeah."

Throwing his head back, Jason concentrated on controlling his ragged breathing. Tommy seized the chance to rest his face in the crook of Jason's neck, relishing the feel of smooth, slick skin against his own as he reveled in the musky scent hovering around them. It was his own, intricately mixed with what was uniquely Jason's essence, familiar, safe ... and all the more thrilling in that he could detect his best friend's arousal through the heat emanating from the hard body lying beneath him. At last, both calmed down enough to attempt thinking about their conundrum.

Jason turned his head slightly, brushing his lips against Tommy's. "So who's gonna get up and get the stuff?" he asked.

"Dunno," Tommy mumbled. "I mean, I seriously need to come, but ..." As if to illustrate his point, he squirmed slightly, brushing his still-throbbing pole against Jason's.

"Yeah, me too." Once again, Jason gripped Tommy's ass with one hand and arched upwards. His condition and need was no doubt identical. "But."

"Was that supposed to be a pun? If it was, I gotta tell you, Bro, it sucked even worse than usual," Tommy muttered, trying to work up a modicum of enthusiasm for the necessary trip into the hallway. I really, really don't wanna get up, though!

From all appearances, neither did Jason - or he surely would have let go of him by now. Wouldn't he?

"Me neither," Jason murmured back, but his voice suddenly held a tone Tommy couldn't quite interpret. He lifted up until he could look into Jason's eyes. The expression in them - as much as he could make out in the pre-dawn darkness filling the room - was mostly speculative, with just a hint of renewed lust.

"What?" Tommy asked, feeling his pulse begin to race. Had Jason thought of another solution?

"What you just said, Bro ..." Jason whispered. It had only been one word, and he hadn't dared hope it might come to this yet, tonight, but ... if Tommy was as desperate for release as he was, as horny, as willing to share, to chart new territory ...

Puzzled, Tommy reviewed his last remark. There was nothing in it as far as he could tell that presented a quick and easy way out - and that pun sucked even worse than Jason's - when things clicked into place. Oh. OH! The little voice in his mind, quiet ever since they'd finally taken the step into intimacy, was suddenly back with a vengeance, and almost immediately followed up with a resounding Oh yeaaah! .

An arrow composed equally of unadulterated lust and sheer panic pierced his gut. And the only thing that compared to the sensation had been his very first morph at Jason's side, all those years ago.

Instinctively, he licked his gone-dry lips. "You mean ..."

Jason copied the involuntary gesture, his tongue flickering enticingly across a mouth Tommy was suddenly starting to see in quite a new way. Oh boy. Kissing Jase is terrific enough. Having him lick and nibble all over me even more so. And Jase's mouth on my nipples is just ... wow. I wonder, what would it feel like if he actually ... His train of thought, speeding along a track that made the blood in his veins sing and his genitals throb with wanting, was derailed by the low voice.

"Yeah," Jason murmured huskily. He swallowed. "Tommy ... I know it's early days yet, and I honestly hadn't planned on taking things this far our first time, but if it's okay with you ... if you're truly serious about us doing something together this time ..."

Almost against his will, Tommy had to smile. His suspicions were confirmed by Jason's hesitancy and apparent unwillingness - a first tonight - to come right out and just demonstrate, or even just say what he meant despite their earlier resolve to show, not tell.

"Jase ..." he tried to interrupt the flow of words, but Jason didn't listen.

"I don't want to rush you or anything, but ... only if you think you're ready, and you don't have to do this if you'd rather not, I'll understand if you don't ... " he continued in a rush, looking anywhere but at Tommy.

"Jason." Tommy said louder and more firmly. When that didn't work either, he shut up his lover with the most effective method he could think of - by taking a firm hold of the dark head with one hand and kissing him ... hard. Being stopped like that made Jason gasp, thereby sucking Tommy's tongue further into his mouth. Both men moaned deep in their throats. Still they took their time, dueling wetly until they had reached almost the same fever pitch of arousal as before.

Tommy ended the kiss by first gradually gentling his oral thrusts, then sliding his tongue in withdrawal across the moist lips one last time.

"You're babbling, Bro," he chided, adding a teasing nibble for good measure. Even though he was pretty sure by now what Jason was going to suggest, he still wanted, even needed to hear the words. "Just say it, okay?"

"Sorry," Jason mumbled, shuddered once, then inhaled deeply and met the chocolate eyes poised above his own darker ones determinedly.

"I'd love to suck your cock," he whispered, trying to hide his tension. "And have you suck mine."

It was said so softly that Tommy had to strain his ears to hear the words, but Jason might as well have shouted them from the nearest mountaintop.

*

Bingo.

Tommy nearly stopped breathing altogether for a full second and felt his head begin to spin at the images suddenly swamping his mind. He knew it was the next logical step in their relationship; had expected it to happen at one point in the foreseeable future, but ... was he ready for a blowjob?

It wouldn't be his first one; after all, he and Kat had been lovers for quite some time, and they'd enjoyed a physical relationship where they'd given and received pleasure in a variety of ways. Including mutual oral sex. However, this was /Jason/. Another /man/.

"Who you happen to love to distraction, or you wouldn't be here, in bed with him, in the first place," his little mental voice informed him dryly. "In what way is a blowjob by Jason going to be different from the ones you had before by Kat? Other than Jason probably knowing exactly how to do it, rather than guessing what might feel best to you?"

Not at all, Tommy had to admit. Or at least only different in the way their earlier hand job had been different. Which was ... not very. But hot. Exciting. Totally satisfying, and then some.

Realizing he'd be passing out if he didn't remember to breathe, Tommy sucked air into his nearly-depleted lungs as he considered the situation. Was he ready to have Jason's mouth on his cock?

The throbbing in his engorged shaft increased until he felt ready to explode, and Tommy conceded ruefully that he had his answer right there. However, it had been his idea to reciprocate whatever they would end up doing - and at the same time, too. Which meant that he'd have to take Jason in his mouth as well. They would need to assume a different position - wouldn't be able to embrace, or kiss. Unbidden, several scenes from his 'research' popped up. Some he discarded right away as too kinky, some others because they'd looked rather uncomfortable. Others, he filed away for future consideration once they were more used to making love to each other. Which still left the here and now.

Tommy already knew how it felt to hold Jason's sex in his hand; had experienced the gush of semen as it coated his fingers when his best friend came. He also remembered how he had felt when Jason first touched him - the thrill of knowing he was finally making love with his best friend, the hint of doing something ... well, not forbidden, but out of the ordinary; the certainty that he was sharing intimacy with the one person he trusted above all others and who fully shared those feelings.

Concentrating on the mechanics, Tommy imagined kissing the smooth shaft. Then, opening his mouth, touching his tongue to the hot satiny skin ... the thick rod gliding past his teeth, into his throat ...

He had to swallow hard as saliva began to fill his mouth.

Shit. Any minute now, I'll be drooling!

Tommy could almost picture the smug smile sported by his inner voice. "See?"

See what? But it was a rhetorical question; he already had his answer. His mind might still skitter hither and yon with questions and uncertainties, but his body was far beyond that. His body wanted/, it wanted Jason, wanted him /now and in any way it could. And Tommy was more than ready to ignore his mind and give in to his body ... especially as his heart was cheering quietly from the sidelines.

His musings, which had taken less than ten seconds, tops, were interrupted by Jason's quiet, hesitant voice.

"Bro?"

Tommy blinked. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "You kinda surprised me ... only also kinda not, y'know?"

To his relief, Jason relaxed in his arms again. "Yeah, I guess. Then ... you're not angry, or offended or anything?"

"Nah," he reassured his lover. They shared a quick, gentle kiss. "I could never be angry at you. Not over stuff like this, anyway."

"Whew."

Tommy permitted himself a small grin and shifted slightly, reminding both of them that they still had unfinished business to take care of as their cocks rubbed against each other, causing each to hitch their breaths. Tommy looked down between their bodies, then threw caution to the wind. What the hell. Whether it happens now or next month - who cares?

"Uh huh." He paused, then took the plunge. "So - how do we do this?"

Jason shivered slightly and ran one hand down Tommy's back. He briefly caressed the firm ass, then trailed his fingers upwards again to his cheek. "You still want us to do it together? At the same time?"

"Yeah," Tommy confirmed, then decided that, as it had been his idea to begin with, he might as well take a more active part. And from what he remembered seeing in the movies and magazines he'd perused, the easiest way would be ... "How about we do a sixty-nine?"

His partner smiled, slowly and with more than a trace of lasciviousness. "Sounds perfect to me."

Both men stilled. The atmosphere between them grew thick with anticipation as each waited for the other to make the first move until Jason chuckled softly. "What are we waiting for, then? I want you in my mouth so bad right now ...!" He thrust his hips in emphasis, letting Tommy feel his hardness.

Tommy shrugged, then reluctantly released Jason, rolling off him. "So do it. I'm, ah, all yours," he echoed Jason's earlier words.

Jason gasped. He raised himself up, leaned over Tommy and placed a hand on his chest - right above the hammering heart. "Don't make promises you're not yet ready to keep, Tommy," he warned, the deep voice roughened by desire. "I can't guarantee I'll be able to control myself - not when it concerns you and me together, anyway." He grinned sheepishly. "To be perfectly blunt, the idea of sucking you - or possibly do even more - right now has me so worked up that ... never mind," he stopped himself. "Let's just say that I'm not made of stone, okay?"

Tommy gulped and told himself to engage his brain before he spoke the next time. However, Jason's last remark gave him the perfect opening to lighten the suddenly charged atmosphere. He simply took hold of the thick shaft jutting from Jason's groin and squeezed carefully. It was as hard as his own, and throbbed against his palm. "Could've fooled me."

Amused almost against his will, Jason groaned as the teasing touch excited him even more. He bent and kissed Tommy hard, plunging his tongue deeply into the wet mouth. "You're an idiot, but I love you anyway," he murmured once he was finished. Then, without further ado, he let go of his friend and turned until they were lying head-to-toe. He encircled the engorged shaft swaying right before his face, cupping the tightly-drawn balls with one hand and steadied it with the other. He longed to just swallow Tommy as far down his throat as he could, but admonished himself that Tommy was still a novice at male-to-male sex, to take it slow ... again. Damn. Soon, though ... I hope! Then, he sought the brown eyes one last time.

"Okay. You can either copy what I'm gonna do, or go at your own pace with whatever you're comfortable with. That okay?"

The small gusts of warm air coming from Jason's mouth as he spoke teased Tommy's cock and made him shiver with anticipation. Also, Jason's scent was even more pronounced as Tommy looked his fill of the reddish-brown length rising from its nest of coarse black curls ... seemingly directly towards his own lips. Tommy fought the urge to swallow; some clinical part of his mind told him he might soon need the saliva gathering in his mouth. "Sure," he croaked through a throat that was tight with sudden apprehension.

Jason closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply, savoring Tommy's musk one last time.

"Fine, then. Here goes ..."

Steadying the rod of hardened flesh, he touched the tip of his tongue to the base of Tommy's cock, just above the furred balls. Like a connoisseur sampling the most delicious ice cream cone, he licked upwards to the smooth tip with one long, broad, wet stroke.

*

"Ahhh!"

Tommy's senses began to swim at that first touch. He thought he'd known what a blow-job was like, but nothing in his experience quite matched the sensations which Jason was giving him.

He licked. He nibbled with his lips and nipped carefully with his teeth. He tugged at his balls and then lifted them up towards his cock, kneading them gently until Tommy thought the pleasure would overwhelm him. Then Jason's tongue swooped down once more, vibrating against that V-shaped spot near the tip where it felt so incredibly good.

However, the one thing Jason didn't do was caress his cockhead. He would lick just up to the ridge encircling it, then move down again. He could feel the first drops of semen gather at the top of his cock and knew that he would come as soon as Jason would finally stop teasing him, close his mouth over his cock and started sucking. However, he continued teasing Tommy with the promise of more, but never quite delivered.

What the hell is he waiting for? Tommy wondered, almost totally lost in a sensual haze.

He wanted more of this exquisite torture, craved it, felt almost ready to beg ... when his thrashing head inadvertently bumped against Jason's own shaft. Tommy's eyes, closed in bliss until now, flew open as he realized the touch of slickness grazing his cheek was in fact pre-come - Jason was oozing it as much, if not more than he!

Oh. Oops. Almost did it again. Can't have that ... it's supposed to be mutual! Before his inexperience and uncertainty could emerge from lurkdom once more - and before he could talk himself out of anything again because of them - he reached blindly for the thick cock. Retaining just enough control not to be too rough, he copied Jason's hold and began his own oral exploration of his lover.

He laved. He tasted. He grazed the sensitive skin with teeth and tongue. He trailed teasing fingertips around the wrinkled sac, shifting Jason's nuts here and there until he was rewarded with a lusty moan that reverberated all the way from his cockhead to his gut.

Guess I'm doing something right. Now, if Jase would only ...

As if his lover was reading his mind, Jason gave him another broad, full-length lick along his whole length. Reaching the flaring head, he pressed a kiss against the velvet-smooth skin, lingered there for a few heartbeats, then opened his lips. S-l-o-w-l-y.

Tommy thought he just might die of sensory overload as he felt his cock slide into the moist heat of Jason's mouth at last. He couldn't help himself, the pleasure was so excruciating that he groaned gutturally against his own 'treat'... and because he also instinctively tightened his grip on the trim hips, more or less pushed Jason into his own mouth where the silky shaft lodged against his tongue.

Now we're as closely joined as we can be without actually fucking, Tommy realized in the moment of utter stillness that followed.

It was the last rational thought he was going to have for a long while. Because Jason moaned again around his own mouthful and began his sensual assault in earnest. Sucking, licking, kissing, stroking ... he did it all, and Tommy did his best to follow suit. Later, he could never tell how long it lasted: it was over too fast and didn't last long enough, he vacillated between flashes of sheer panic - Oh God, I'm sucking another guy's dick! - and moments of utter bliss - This is Jason's cock in my mouth. Aw, man! - but throughout everything he would remember the thrill of wonder about how much pleasure he was giving to and receiving from his best friend. His lover.

*

Tommy was the first to reach orgasm, and he came with a groan that was all but smothered by the hard cock sliding in and out between his lips. Jason drank Tommy's release and kept on sucking softly until he could feel his friend relax under his hands. Regretfully, he released the spent organ. However, by now his own need was near bursting point - and much to his delight, Tommy showed no sign of letting go of him. Jason wanted nothing more but to come himself deep in the hot haven that was Tommy's mouth, but ever mindful of his friend's novice status, he forced himself to speak.

His lips were still hovering against the softening cock when Jason touched Tommy's hair. The brown eyes, still hazy with desire even as their expression grew more sated, lifted slowly to his. It was the first time Jason was actually looking at Tommy since they'd started making love, and the sight of the firm lips molded around his own shaft was almost enough to make him come that very instant. With supreme effort, he forced his orgasm back.

"I want to come in your mouth, too, Bro," he murmured, his voice raspy with arousal. "You okay with that?"

His answer was a light flaring up in those chocolate depths, and a bob of the head that sent his cock even deeper into Tommy's mouth. Jason hissed sharply and began a series of shallow thrusts. Tommy willingly accommodated him by meeting each short jab with his tongue.

"Any second now," he panted. "You ... unhh ... you don't have to swallow if you'd rather not ... but ... nooo," he broke off and groaned in disappointment as Tommy suddenly let go of him. "Tommeeeeeee ...!"

Tommy was panting as well, both from his recent climax and from his efforts. "Stop talking, Bro. Just come. I want to taste you, too." Bending down again, he took the rock-hard cock back between his lips once more.

It was too much for Jason. Throwing his head back, he moaned in surrender, flung out his arms and let his senses take over. His whole body tensed, every muscle strained and he felt as if he would explode into a small supernova of sensation. Between one heartbeat and the next, his cock erupted and sent several spurts of hot semen into Tommy's greedy mouth.

*

He couldn't believe how much effort it took to finally turn around and crawl back up the bed, dragging the sheet along to cover them both, but Jason surmised correctly that Tommy needed the comfort and security of an embrace as much as he did right now. He'd had more skilled blowjobs from his former partners, but nothing compared to the emotional satisfaction he was feeling - he'd come in Tommy's mouth! His best friend had sucked him, let him fill his mouth with his seed ... and had swallowed his essence the very first time!

It boggled the mind.

Jason had waited for this night for what seemed like forever; ever since he'd admitted to himself that he loved and wanted Tommy for more than his Bro and best bud. Now that his dream had finally come true, he was at the same time more deeply satisfied by a physical encounter than he ever remembered being and experienced a burning hunger to do more/, to take that ultimate step and fully consummate their relationship. He trembled at the thought of Tommy impaling him - or better yet, plunging his own cock hard and deep into the tight, muscular ass. Involuntarily, he moaned as he scooted to lie next to a now /very relaxed Tommy.

Tommy slid one arm under the broad back and drew Jason full-length against his side, waiting until he'd flung one leg across his own thighs and the dark head rested against his shoulder. He angled for a gentle, brief kiss.

"You okay, Bro?" he asked softly. Somehow, it seemed out of place to speak loudly, even though there was nobody there to overhear them.

"Should be me asking you," Jason mumbled, banishing his fantasies to the back of his mind once more. Now that they'd successfully taken the first hurdle, he was reasonably certain that he could make them into reality one day - and that had to be enough for tonight. Which it was. "I'm fine. More than fine." He kissed the vein running up Tommy's neck. "That was ... wow."

Tommy smiled, pleased at the mixture of awe, exhaustion and satisfaction he could hear in the deep voice. "Uh huh. Me, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"Actually, I'd rather call it hot than cool," Tommy tried to quip, but a sudden yawn slurred his words almost past recognition.

Jason chuckle was also terminated by a yawn. Feeling very tired all at once, he draped himself more comfortably around the lean frame. How come he'd never noticed before what a great pillow Tommy's shoulder was?

"Bro ... I'd love talk with you, but I'm beat," Jason admitted. "You've kinda tired me out."

"Mmm. Ditto," Tommy agreed. Looking towards the nightstand, he squinted to read the numbers on the old-fashioned digital alarm clock. "It is barely 5 a.m. ... just getting light outside," he realized. Indeed, the sky over the mountains was turning the most glorious shades of violet, pink and orange, but right this moment Tommy couldn't care less about sunrise, no matter how spectacular.

Apparently, neither did Jason. "Way too early to get up ... or be awake, really," he decided. Then raised his head to look at Tommy. His midnight eyes twinkled devilishly. "Wanna sleep with me?"

Tommy's lips twitched with amusement. There were several comments he could make to that, or about Jason's atrocious and sometimes entirely misplaced sense of humor, but not now. Now, all he wanted was to give in to his body's suddenly insistent demands and just /sleep/. Everything else could damn well wait until they were awake. He yawned again.

"Best idea you've had in a while," he conceded. "Night."

"G'night," Jason smiled, and sank back. He closed his eyes and prepared to drift off, feeling his lover's limbs loosen in relaxation as well. A last thing popped into his mind. "Love you." With his next breath, he was asleep

Although he was about to tumble over the edge into sleep as well, Tommy still heard the soft words; they gave him the final push into dreamland. "I love you too, Jase. Love you ..."

Not even the birds singing even louder than before outside the open window could rouse the two men as they slept. Nightfall had been ushered in with slow, gentle seduction; darkness had been filled with hot loving. Now they lay peacefully entwined, friends turned into lovers, as the light of dawn would turn into day.



To Be Continued ...