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Getting It Right Pt. 1
Jason and Tommy find out the hard way that even the best of plans not always run smoothly
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, just fun ...
Note: In response to the Live Journal PRSW 22 challenge, themes #5: atmosphere and #11: laughter
Note II: Okay, trying to give some sort of timeline here, going by airdates on PR: Forever Red - some time in 2002. Chapter 1 - during PR Dino Thunder, spring 2004. Chapter 2 - next morning, but refers to events in 2001 and January 2002. Chapters 3,4 and 5 - spring 2005, after PRDT has ended. Chapter 6 - a few weeks later. Chapter 7 - October 2005. Chapter 8 - early 2006. :-)
Note III: sigh Sorry, this is turning into one monster chapter, so I'm cutting it in half (or so). The next part is halfway done and should be ready within the week. Sorry for that! - A huge 'thank you' goes to Cmar, for her help/suggestions on the first part of this. You're the best, lady! - Enjoy, and please pass by the feedback box on you way out?
More Than Friends And Brothers
Chapter 8: Getting It Right (1)
"I thought you didn't want to do this."
"I do. I thought you didn't."
They stared at each other across Jason's dining table, the remains of their meal forgotten between them. Chocolate-brown eyes and midnight depths held each other, equal amounts of confusion, chagrin and reluctant amusement mirrored in both sets.
"Then why didn't you ever try, or ask?" Tommy asked at last.
Jason shrugged. "Well ... I didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for."
"Pressure has nothing to do with it," Tommy muttered. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. It's just ..."
Jason's mouth quirked into a grin as he nodded in perfect agreement. "It's just getting up the nerve to actually doing it, right?"
"Exactly," Tommy sighed, relieved that Jason understood without being told. "That, and ..."
"... and I might've said no?"
"Uh huh."
"Same here. I don't think I could've dealt with that," Jason said softly, reaching for his best friend and lover's hand across the table. "Not that I would've thought you'd be rejecting me if you had refused, but ... why ruin something great just because I want more? I figured we'd either get around to it kinda naturally, or you'd suggest it ... and if you didn't, I could wait for the perfect moment to ask myself. Only, that perfect moment somehow never came."
"Or we missed it," Tommy agreed, entwining his fingers with Jason's. "I know there've been a few moments when I thought afterwards, 'hey, that might've been a good opportunity to bring it up', but by then it usually had passed, and ..." He shrugged again, looking at Jason rather sheepishly. "20/20 hindsight."
"Yeah."
Jason smiled, lifted their joint hands to his mouth to kiss, then chuckled ruefully. "Man. To hear us talk, you'd think we're two blushing virgins instead of having been lovers for over a year!"
"Pathetic," Tommy nodded, laughing lightly as well. "Seriously, though, how do you ask someone if they'd be okay with having anal sex? Shit, I wouldn't even know how to ask that of a woman, much less a guy!"
"Me, neither. As I told you in the beginning, you're the only person I ever even considered having anal sex with; I was never seriously tempted to do it before, and the one time someone, uh, asked me, I just told him no." It hadn't been quite as easy and simple as Jason made it sound, but it was a memory best forgotten.
Jason's casual reference to one of his former, thankfully faceless partners bothered Tommy slightly, but he hid his dismay; he'd known from the start that he wasn't the only man Jason had been intimate with. He also knew that any jealousy would be misplaced. They were committed to each other, and Jason would never betray his trust, not even in thought. On the flip side, Tommy wasn't going to edit any remarks about his relationship with Kat, either - and Jason didn't expect him to. What's good for one ... Still, he felt an unpleasant pang. To cover his reaction, he sought refuge in an attempt at humor.
"Yeah, well, a guy can't exactly bring this up with dessert, right? I mean ... it's not as if I could just throw you over my shoulder, carry you to bed and ravish you like some heroi-, uh, character from a cheap romance novel," he grumbled.
"Sounds tempting. Why don't you?" Jason intended to sound facetious, but the tiny flame lighting up his eyes and the sharp intake of breath he couldn't quite suppress gave away that he didn't find the prospect of being carried off to be ravished at all distasteful. Much to his disappointment, though, Tommy firmly shook his head even as he shot a friendly leer at him.
"No way. Tempting as the idea is ... if you were built like, say, Kimberly - that is, half a foot shorter and about a hundred pounds lighter, I might consider it, but as you are? Dream on. I want to get at your ass, not develop a hernia."
"You're no fun," Jason complained, but his lips started to twitch with laughter.
Tommy tried unsuccessfully to hide his own grin. "Yeah well, tough shit."
"Hmph." Glaring half-seriously at Tommy, Jason let go of his hand with a parting squeeze, pushed back his chair and started collecting the cartons from their Chinese takeout. "At least help me clear the table, then - or will that give you a hernia, too?"
"I think I can just about manage that much," Tommy replied dryly and began stacking their dishes. Together, they took care of cleanup, then wandered back into the living room. Tommy reached for the half-bottle of plum wine that had come with their dinner and looked at Jason to ask whether he should pour them each a glass, when the speculative expression on his face made him stop mid-motion. "What?"
A muscle worked in Jason's jaw as he regarded Tommy with an undecipherable look. Visibly coming to a decision, he drew a deep breath. "How about we do it now?"
Drink forgotten, Tommy straightened slowly, feeling as if the floor had suddenly dropped out from under him. "Y-you mean ... right now? Tonight?"
"Yeah." Jason stepped towards his lover and touched his cheek, letting his fingers trail down his neck and to the collar of his shirt. He gently circled the pulse point at the base of Tommy's throat. "Why shouldn't we? We both want it, and the night is still young ..." he murmured, trying not to sound too eager - and inadvertently pressuring Tommy after all.
Tommy gulped. Sure, he wanted to take that last step, wanted to have actual intercourse with Jason, but ... just like that? Just 'let's do it' and jump into bed? Somehow, that didn't seem right. On the other hand ... he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect, his body was tightening in anticipation and as he couldn't find an effective argument against it, he nodded at last. "Well ... okay, I guess."
Either Jason didn't hear the hesitancy in his voice, or he chose to ignore it. Instead, he yanked Tommy into his arm for a lusty kiss, then grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards the bedroom. "Come, then," he murmured huskily.
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If At First You Don't Succeed ...
They undressed without speaking, haphazardly folding their clothes and putting them on the wicker chair occupying one corner of Jason's bedroom, then lay down together on the cool sheets, facing each other. Jason propped his head in one hand and trailed the other down Tommy's body from shoulder to thigh, outlining muscles and sinews until he came to rest at his right nipple. He started to flick a finger against the stiffening brown nub. "I can hardly wait," he said quietly. "I've dreamed of doing this for so long ..."
"Me, too," Tommy admitted in a low voice, wishing in one secret corner of his mind he'd get more excited by that teasing touch. Usually, when Jason skimmed across all his hot spots the way he was doing now, he'd be all fired up in no time, eager to feel fingers replaced by lips and tongue. Now, though, arousal remained strangely elusive, hovering just out of reach. To cover his hopefully momentary lack of involvement, he reached up and drew the dark head towards him. He kissed the warm mouth lingeringly, letting his tongue trace Jason's lips, then slip inside. The familiar wet heat and taste succeeded where the strong hands didn't, and Tommy found himself slowly growing erect.
When their kiss ended, both men were breathing shallowly, and Jason smiled into Tommy's eyes. "Mmm, nice."
"Thanks," Tommy smiled back and tousled Jason's hair, making him chuckle. But their laughter soon died as their eyes locked. "So, um, how do we do this?"
"Whichever way you prefer." Jason's right hand was gliding up and down Tommy's flank, skimming around to his buttocks and teasing the cleft. It made him shiver. And nervous.
Tommy laid one palm flat on his friend's neck, then let it drift southwards, across the broad chest and towards the trim hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He found that vaguely gratifying. "What do you prefer?"
"How should I know? I've never done this before either, remember?"
"Well, what do you /want/?"
"You," Jason murmured. "Just you. Any way I can have you." He leaned in for another kiss that was willingly returned.
"That's not very helpful."
"I know. Sorry." Deciding that one of them would have to ask after all, and since Tommy at least said he wouldn't mind, Jason decided it might as well be him. "You want to be on top first?" he whispered. "Or should I?"
"I ... I dunno," Tommy confessed. Deep down, he would've liked to linger over foreplay, not just to stave off that big step they were about to take just a little longer, but because he genuinely liked taking his time before getting down to more serious loving. However, through their kiss he'd sensed Jason's eagerness, a feeling he shared and so couldn't really ignore ... and it increased his case of jitters tenfold. This is worse than our very first time! "I mean, I want you, but ... I want you to have me, too." He frowned. "I'm not making much sense, am I?"
"Yes, you do," Jason told him, then smiled rather sheepishly. "It's the same for me."
Impasse. They stared at each other, neither quite daring to decide on one way or the other.
Jason briefly toyed with the idea of making love as usual first, just to take the edge off things and relax, but what if either of them was too relaxed afterwards and fell asleep? Nah. I want to be aware of every little detail, of every touch and sensation when we finally do it, and I bet Tommy wants that, too. It's too great a risk. He wanted to have it all - Tommy's hands and mouth exciting him in all the ways they'd learned to enjoy over the past year, he wanted to feel Tommy's cock slide into his ass at last, but he also longed to bury himself within his best friend's body as deeply as he could.
It'd be so much easier if I could just tell him to lie back and let me do my thing, but that'd be unfair to Tommy. This is about us exploring together, not just about me getting my rocks off!
But what if Tommy was uncomfortable with being on the receiving end, despite his words to the contrary? That wouldn't do at all. Jason knew that he was a little nervous about submitting to Tommy. Slightly less so about being the one in control, but still ... it was quite a natural reaction, really, but not particularly helpful.
It didn't matter much to Jason who got to be the first to be on top, as long as they actually got around to doing it at last. There'd be plenty of time to experiment, to discover their preferences later. Plus, they were equals in every way, so most likely they'd want to take turns anyway. Then another thought came to him. Until now, he had been the one who introduced new practices into their lovemaking, teaching Tommy what to do from his store of admittedly limited, but still greater experience of what felt good and what didn't between two guys. With anal sex, though, they both needed to learn how to please and pleasure each other. Equals at last. So it would be only fair to let Tommy be the one leading the way for once. Wouldn't it? The longer he thought about it, the better he liked the idea.
"Okay, you go first," he murmured, coming to a decision. "Since we're both new at this ..."
Tommy swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very inexperienced and decidedly not ready, but ... We agreed on this. We both want it. He wasn't going to chicken out at the last minute. "Okay. If you're sure."
"I am." Grateful for his acceptance, Jason smiled reassuringly at his friend. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. As long as we're both careful and tell if something's making us uncomfortable. Right?"
"Yeah." Closing his eyes for a second, Tommy inhaled a shuddering breath and tried to fight down the kamikaze butterflies in his stomach. "Um ... do we have everything we need?"
During their earlier conversation, both had admitted to doing some research on how to go about the matter since they'd wanted to be prepared and avoid hurting each other. They'd also confessed to having laid in some necessary paraphernalia, just in case.
"I think so."
Quickly Jason mentally reviewed what he'd stocked for this moment. Yes, he had the essentials. He turned and retrieved a tube of lubricant from his nightstand drawer, unscrewed the cap and laid it out in readiness. He hesitated over a box of foil packets. "What about condoms?"
Tommy thought briefly, then shook his head. "No. We've both never done this before, we're both healthy, so we should be safe." He grimaced. "To be honest, I never liked using the things anyway."
"Because they take away too much of the sensations?"
"That, and ... well, if you must know, I've never found putting 'em on particularly sexy. Either they tear, or slip off or whatever, and they're hell to get rid off afterwards. Talk about killing the atmosphere!"
Jason grinned, remembering a few early mishaps of his own. "True. But there are ways that can be pretty damn hot - if you do it right. Guess it just takes a lot of practice. Which I don't have either," he added ruefully. Never needed one with a guy, and it's been ages since I've been with a girl who wasn't otherwise protected!
"Whatever. I don't want to 'practice' /now/, though, and besides - I trust you."
That deserved a kiss. "I agree. Ditto. Thanks." Shoving the box aside, he closed the drawer and grabbed a pillow from underneath his head. Folding it in half, Jason covered it with a towel he'd also stashed in his nightstand and shoved it under his hips, elevating them to a slight angle as he lay back.
Tommy frowned. "Isn't it supposed to be easier if you were lying face-down?"
"Yeah, but ... I'd really like to see you," Jason replied, a little diffidently. "If that's okay with you?"
Tommy nodded. Truthfully, the idea of being watched during this first attempt at intercourse with Jason made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he figured that being face-to-face would give him the opportunity to observe Jason's expression in addition to his other reactions; that might be helpful in case something didn't feel good. And as they were both fit and athletic, doing it missionary*style shouldn't present too much of a problem.
"Good. I'm all set then." Wiggling into a more comfortable position, Jason spread his legs. "Go ahead," he murmured, giving Tommy an encouraging smile. "I'm all yours."
The words calmed Tommy as they reminded him vividly of the night when Jason had first confessed his feelings for him. Hearing them again now, with his lover lying next to him naked, ready and offering himself - how could he not do as Jason wished?
"Yeah." They kissed once more for mutual reassurance, then Tommy reached for the lubricant, wishing his hand would stop trembling. He coated the fingers of one hand with the slick substance, then trailed them gently from the tip of Jason's shaft around the heavy balls to the cleft underneath, probing for the hidden opening. He had almost reached his goal when he heard Jason's breath hitch. Tommy froze.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately.
"Yeah, go on. It's just ... that kinda tickles," Jason murmured with a tiny grin.
"Oh. Okay." Seemed he had to be less tentative; the last thing Tommy wanted was to have Jason start giggling and destroy the mood.
'What mood?' a little demon asked sarcastically in Tommy's mind, but he shoved it aside impatiently. Carefully increasing pressure, Tommy's fingertip finally found the spot he'd been looking for.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast or something, okay?"
"Sure."
This was somewhat familiar territory, so Tommy circled the puckered anus a few times, then slid his finger cautiously inside the tight channel. Jason tensed for a second, but almost immediately exhaled on a long, slow breath and deliberately made himself relax. Sensing this, Tommy proceeded to methodically loosen the clenching muscles and gradually succeeded in inserting a second finger. Moving carefully, eyes darting back and forth from Jason's crotch to his face to gauge his reactions, he could feel Jason's body slowly adjust to the gentle invasion. His lover's eyes were closed; he was breathing deeply, but he didn't protest even as Tommy began a careful pumping motion.
Jason moaned quietly and shifted on the makeshift bolster, spreading his legs wider apart.
"How's this feel?" Tommy murmured hoarsely. His insides were churning, whether with nerves or desire, he couldn't tell. But it hardly mattered; his feelings were of secondary concern as he had to make sure he wasn't hurting Jason!
"Pretty good. Don't stop."
"Okay."
The information they'd gathered had said to use as much lube as possible, so Tommy applied some more of the clear, cool substance onto his hand, right where his first and second fingers disappeared within Jason's ass. Tommy knew that he should add yet another finger to ease his way, but even as he was trying to think of how exactly to do that, something odd intruded on his concentration. He dragged his eyes away from what he was doing and let them sweep over the muscular body.
While Jason was displaying no sign of discomfort except an occasional twitch or groan and was moving easily with the shallow thrusts of Tommy's fingers, he wasn't showing the one thing Tommy had always believed would be essential to that final step they were about to take - ardent arousal.
The thick rod growing from the nest of dark curls wasn't completely flaccid, but neither had it reached the state of throbbing hardness Tommy was used to when they had sex. No, Jason's cock was semi-hard at best, just as it had been when they'd started. And now that he was looking for them, other signs of excitement were missing, too.
There was no flush, no light sheen of sweat on the tanned skin. Hell, Jason wasn't even breathing especially hard. It couldn't be lack of interest; they had agreed it was what they both wanted, so ... what was the problem? Tommy had no idea. But this was something they didn't dare ignore, or get wrong, so no matter how foolish it might make him feel, it was better to ask. He stilled his hand's movement.
"Jase?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay?"
Jason opened his eyes. "Yeah, why?"
Tommy shrugged, then looked pointedly at his partner's barely-erect shaft. "You don't seem to be, ah, quite with it."
Jason glanced down his own body. Not that he needed to; he knew exactly what Tommy was getting at. He blushed. "Um ..."
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"No," Jason assured Tommy. "Not at all."
"Does it feel right? What I'm doing, I mean?"
"I dunno," Jason confessed. "You know that this is as far as I've ever gone before - you were there each time, remember? And it's no different from the other times you've done this. Sure, there's a little discomfort from the stretching, but it's not at all bad - nothing I couldn't get used to, anyway - and it feels kinda strange to be, well, full, but that's to be expected, right?"
"I guess." It was reassuring to know Jason wasn't in any pain, but if that wasn't the reason for his lack of excitement, what was? "So why aren't you, uh ..."
"Hard enough to pound nails?"
"Yeah."
Helplessly, Jason sighed. "I have no idea."
Tommy sighed, too - and carefully withdrew his fingers from the tight channel, wiping them surreptitiously on the towel. Man, this is gonna be messy ... "Maybe I'm not doing it right," he ventured.
"I don't think so; from what we've found out, you're doing exactly as you should. And it felt fine, I tell you."
"Yeah, well, something's not working. Perhaps you should go first after all," Tommy suggested. It wasn't that he didn't want to be on top, to bury himself in Jason's ass, but considering Jason's lack of arousal, he didn't know whether he could. And to be perfectly honest, he wasn't in a much better state. I'd need to be hard before I can fuck him - and right now, I'm anything but.
The sudden emptiness in his ass felt even stranger to Jason than having Tommy's fingers stretch him. But he was not about to complain; they'd gotten closer to having intercourse than ever before, and he wasn't going to give up yet. "If you're sure."
"Uh huh."
"Let's switch, then."
Quickly, they changed positions. Tommy spread his thighs as Jason had done, and watched as his friend generously coated his fingers with the lubricant. But as he slid them unerringly towards his target, Tommy gasped involuntarily. Instantly, Jason stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing; the lube is just a little colder than I expected."
"It takes a couple minutes to warm up," Jason murmured. "No matter what the ad said."
Tommy suppressed the urge to giggle hysterically as his mind flashed back to some of the more lurid slogans they'd come across in their search for information. Thankfully, Jason managed to distract him with a nuzzling kiss and lick along his shaft, sending a pulse of blood all the way into the tip.
"Ready to go on?"
"Yeah." Tommy closed his eyes and lay back, trying to relax. His cock was now more than just semi-erect, and the gentle circling and pressure between his cheeks felt actually rather pleasant. One finger slid into him, soon followed by a second, and Tommy tried to adjust to the slew of familiar and new sensations even as he winced once when the edge of a fingernail scraped along a sensitive spot.
"Tommy?" Jason's worried voice cut through his attempt to catalogue his feelings while he was simultaneously trying to simply /feel/.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Jason reached for the lubricant once more, but he wasn't quite as deft with only his left hand - which was also rather unsteady. As he tried to apply more of the slick substance, he inadvertently squeezed the tube too hard, and a generous dollop of the clear, cool gel squirted onto Tommy's balls. Tommy yelped.
"Shit, that's /cold/!"
"Sorry," Jason mumbled, dropping the container as he hastily scooped up the excess from the coarse curls with a corner of the towel. Embarrassed, he didn't dare look at his lover as he was fumbling to retrieve the tube and thus failed to notice that Tommy's expression was shifting from nervous anticipation to resigned frustration. "Just give me a sec and I'll get it right ..."
"Don't bother," Tommy sighed, reaching down to grasp Jason's wrist and stopped him. The dark head jerked up in surprise.
"Tommy?"
"It's not working," Tommy repeated, his voice full of chagrin. "I'd like to say I'm not in the mood, but I am - well, I think I am, anyway. But not like this. Jase, I want our first time to be all about not getting enough of each other - really hot, like all the other times we've had sex. But right now, I can't even get it up all the way, and neither do you. That's not how it's supposed to be, is it?"
Jason stared at him for almost a full minute, then the broad shoulders slumped. "No, it's not," he grumbled. Reluctantly, he released his partner, cleaned his hand perfunctorily and scooted up to lie down next to Tommy. "Damn. I was really looking forward to have it finally happen."
"Me, too."
"What do you think went wrong?"
"No idea."
"I wish I knew what else to do," Jason sighed.
Tommy ran his fingers through Jason's hair. "Yeah. Could be we're just trying too hard."
"I guess." The two shared a wry grin and moved into a loose embrace. Jason rested his chin on Tommy's shoulder and peered at him sideways. "So what do you suggest we do?"
Tommy shrugged in resignation. "I'd say ... nothing tonight. How about we sleep on it? And try again tomorrow or next time?"
"Okay," Jason sighed again. "Shit. I really wanted to fuck you tonight, or get fucked by you, but ... as you said, there's gotta be more to it than this."
"Yeah. Let's hope it'll work another day."
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...Try, Try Again!
Tommy checked his living room one last time as he waited for Jason to arrive from Angel Grove. He'd had a cleaning service come in during the week and gone through a veritable orgy of tidying up after work; now the table was set, dinner was waiting to be served and the bedroom ... he smiled. He'd made a special effort there, so the bedroom looked pretty spectacular, even if he said so himself. Tommy only hoped Jason would feel the same. His bed was already turned back with new, deep-red satin sheets, all necessary supplies laid in and within easy reach, CD player loaded with something bluesy and sensual, chilled wine for afterwards waiting in a cooler - yes, everything was ready. All that was left to do was light the scented votive candles he'd distributed around the room, and he went to do just that. As they were safe in sturdy glass containers, he could leave them burning without fear of anything catching on fire even with no-one to supervise - and hopefully by the time they went to bed, the room would not just be softly lit, but filled with the spicy sandalwood aroma he'd chosen.
After the near-fiasco of their attempt two weeks ago at finally having anal sex, they'd ended up making love in the shower the next morning; it had been satisfying as always, but definitely a far cry from what they'd set out to do. Talking things over afterwards, they'd come to the conclusion that in their eagerness to do everything just right they'd got caught up in technicalities and how-to considerations; what they'd failed to do was have fun and express their feelings.
No wonder we couldn't get in the mood!
So today, Tommy planned on rectifying that. Instead of concentrating on the mechanics, he believed that what they needed to be successful was more ... romance. Not the flowers-and-candy kind, no, but wining and dining with Jason seemed to be the way to go. To that end, he'd done his best to create an atmosphere that would lead naturally to mutual seduction and with any luck, the evening would have a better ending than last time.
The door bell rang, heralding Jason's arrival, and Tommy set out to put his plan into motion.
"Hi," Jason greeted him with a smile as Tommy opened the door to let him in.
"Hi yourself," Tommy replied, divested Jason of his overnight bag and drew him into his arms. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, and kissed him lingeringly.
"Wow," Jason commented as soon as he could speak again. "Now that's a hello I could get used to."
"There'll be more of that later," Tommy promised him with an enigmatic smile.
"Fantastic - but do you mind if I get cleaned up first and have something to eat? I left home right after school, and I'm starving," Jason chuckled.
"I'm hungry, too - for you," Tommy murmured huskily, running one hand down Jason's back to squeeze his butt. Jason gasped and bucked his hips, feeling his body react both to the playful touch as well as to the image of Tommy's mouth devouring every part of him. However, his growling stomach drowned out other, more primal needs.
"Hold that thought?" he asked, slipping in a teasing grope of his own that made Tommy shudder and moan. "I really need food first - or 'eating you' might get a lot more literal than you've bargained for," he winked.
"Ugh. Sounds painful." Tommy wrinkled his nose and laughed. "Okay, rain check. Come on, let's get you fed." He slid an arm around Jason's shoulders and guided him towards the dining area. Jason whistled appreciatively as he saw the table; usually, they ate in the kitchen, but tonight Tommy had gone all out with laying a tablecloth, crystal wine glasses, cloth napkins ... there even was a lit candle in a brass holder and some fresh leaves scattered among the plates for decoration. The rest of the room was lit by just a reading lamp, casting intriguing shadows on the walls, and their favorite rock ballads were playing on the stereo.
"Nice. What's the occasion?" he asked.
"No occasion. I just thought we could use a change from takeout boxes without going to a pricy restaurant," Tommy replied. "Besides, can't I treat your visit as something special for once? Because it is," he added softly. "You're special."
"So are you," Jason said and kissed him. "And you're right. We should never take what he have for granted."
"Exactly. But you still get to help," Tommy grinned. "Come on, there's a few things to finish."
"So that's how special I am - I'm your unpaid kitchen laborer," Jason laughed. "Okay, gimme a spatula or something!"
Within a few minutes dinner was served. Both men knew how to cook, but as Tommy wanted everything tonight to be as perfect as possible, he had chosen to buy their meal at a deli in Reefside. All they had to do was toss a salad, heat up the dishes in the microwave and put a loaf of French bread into the oven until it was crispy and brown. They talked idly as they ate, catching each other up on the time they'd spent apart. Afterwards, they carried their after-dinner drinks into the cozy den. Sinking into the cushions of the couch, Jason put his feet up on the coffee table and sighed contentedly.
"Ahh. I needed that."
Tommy sat down next to Jason and slung his arm across the back of the sofa, leaning towards him. "As long as you enjoyed."
"I did, thanks. Good food, good drinks and even better company - what more could I want?"
"I could think of a few things," Tommy murmured, a smile in his voice.
Jason turned towards him and smiled back. "Well, yeah. That, too."
Close as they were, it was natural to kiss, and Tommy took his time, nibbling gently at Jason's mouth until his eyes closed and his lips opened. He explored the moist heat with gentle licks, coaxing Jason's tongue forward to meet his own, then chased it back with light jabs in a dance as old as time. He could taste the spices of their dinner, the tang of their after-dinner brandy and Jason himself as their breaths got heavier and Jason moaned softly at the back of his throat.
"Mmm."
Tommy slowly ended the kiss and waited until Jason's lids drifted up again. The dark eyes were smoky with the beginnings of arousal, and the hand Jason lifted to his face was no longer quite steady.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he asked quietly. "Not just tonight, but every time we're together?"
"I think so," Tommy said, covering Jason's fingers with his own and rubbing his cheek against the warm palm. "If it's anything like what you're doing to me ..."
"What am I doing to you, Tom?" The deep voice was even lower than usual, and sent a pleasant thrill down Tommy's spine.
Tommy smiled lazily and started to lick the center of Jason's hand in tiny circles, making Jason gasp softly. "You really want to know?"
"Uh huh." Jason could feel himself grow hard, and not just from the maddeningly light caress. Tommy had never been especially vocal in expressing his desire; if he was going to overcome his reticence to do it now ... the very idea made him shiver in anticipation. "Tell me? Please?"
He knew his own, lighter voice could never match Jason's sensual rumble, but Tommy gave it his best try. Nip-kissing his way up Jason's arm to his neck, he began to whisper a litany of desire. "You make me forget everything but wanting to take off your clothes and mine so I can kiss you all over. Being with you, together, naked, becomes the most important thing. When I feel your skin against mine, when you writhe and moan until you lose control and beg me to take you in my hand, or my mouth, you drive me mad with wanting you." Tommy swiped his tongue in a broad lick up the pulsing vein behind Jason's ear, then grasped the dark head and turned it towards himself. Lips hovering only a fraction of an inch over Jason's, Tommy waited until his lover looked at him with burning eyes.
"You turn me on, Jase," he murmured, "and I can't wait to have you." Swiftly, before Jason could reply, he thrust his tongue into the waiting mouth and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
Jason reciprocated enthusiastically, meeting every lick and swirl with equal fervor until Tommy's moans matched his own. He arched into Tommy's embrace, slipping one hand under his shirt to touch hot skin and felt Tommy's free hand slide over his crotch. Strong fingers closed around his erection through the fabric of his pants, and started to stroke. Instinctively, he thrust his hips into the firm grip, and he knew he wouldn't last long if they didn't stop now - and coming in his pants, exciting as it might be, was not what he wanted tonight. Not after the images Tommy had planted in his mind. Groaning, Jason tore his mouth away from the demanding kiss. Tommy had set him on fire, and he would do everything in his power to bring him to that same state.
"What are you waiting for, then?" he panted, eyes glittering as he tried to control his raging hormones. "That's exactly what you're doing to me every time we kiss, and I want what you want!"
"Even if I want to fuck you?"
"Hell, yes!"
This was what had been missing the last time; this was the way they should've gone. They had taken their time to reconnect after their weeks-long separation over the leisurely meal, and Tommy had done his best to create an atmosphere of mellow warmth before he started seducing him with kisses and words. Man, and what words! I can't believe the things he said - and how hot they've made me feel!
Tommy squeezed the hard ridge in Jason's pants one last time, then let his hand wander slowly upwards. He caressed the ribbed stomach and muscled chest through Jason's shirt, pinched his nipples and ended at the base of his throat. Through his fingertips, he could feel Jason's pulse hammer in his veins.
"Then ... I suppose you won't say no if we tried again?"
Jason arched his neck, wishing Tommy would replace his fingers with his lips.
"Of course not," he moaned. "Tommy, please ...!"
"Very well."
Another kiss, harder this time, plundered Jason's willing mouth. It was almost a shock when he was released and Tommy got up, but the hand held out in invitation and the come-hither look he was given brought Jason quickly to his feet as well. He grasped Tommy's hand. "Do you mean it? We're going to make love now?"
"Oh yeah," Tommy promised with glittering eyes. "Come, Jase. Come with me."
"Only if you promise to come with me as well," Jason smiled, his sultry expression giving an unmistakable double meaning to his words. A quick glance below Tommy's belt showed him that he was already hard as well, and he felt his palms itch and his mouth fill with saliva. He couldn't wait to fill both with Tommy's stiff cock! "Think you can?"
His friend laughed softly. "I'm sure."
"What are we waiting for, then?"
"Just this." Tommy exerted a brief tug on the hand he still clasped and succeeded in bringing Jason into his arms. He kissed him almost roughly, making him groan and grind their hips together until they were both breathless with lust and anticipation. "Let's go."
To Be Continued ...
Note: In response to the Live Journal PRSW 22 challenge, themes #5: atmosphere and #11: laughter
Note II: Okay, trying to give some sort of timeline here, going by airdates on PR: Forever Red - some time in 2002. Chapter 1 - during PR Dino Thunder, spring 2004. Chapter 2 - next morning, but refers to events in 2001 and January 2002. Chapters 3,4 and 5 - spring 2005, after PRDT has ended. Chapter 6 - a few weeks later. Chapter 7 - October 2005. Chapter 8 - early 2006. :-)
Note III: sigh Sorry, this is turning into one monster chapter, so I'm cutting it in half (or so). The next part is halfway done and should be ready within the week. Sorry for that! - A huge 'thank you' goes to Cmar, for her help/suggestions on the first part of this. You're the best, lady! - Enjoy, and please pass by the feedback box on you way out?
More Than Friends And Brothers
Chapter 8: Getting It Right (1)
"I thought you didn't want to do this."
"I do. I thought you didn't."
They stared at each other across Jason's dining table, the remains of their meal forgotten between them. Chocolate-brown eyes and midnight depths held each other, equal amounts of confusion, chagrin and reluctant amusement mirrored in both sets.
"Then why didn't you ever try, or ask?" Tommy asked at last.
Jason shrugged. "Well ... I didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for."
"Pressure has nothing to do with it," Tommy muttered. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. It's just ..."
Jason's mouth quirked into a grin as he nodded in perfect agreement. "It's just getting up the nerve to actually doing it, right?"
"Exactly," Tommy sighed, relieved that Jason understood without being told. "That, and ..."
"... and I might've said no?"
"Uh huh."
"Same here. I don't think I could've dealt with that," Jason said softly, reaching for his best friend and lover's hand across the table. "Not that I would've thought you'd be rejecting me if you had refused, but ... why ruin something great just because I want more? I figured we'd either get around to it kinda naturally, or you'd suggest it ... and if you didn't, I could wait for the perfect moment to ask myself. Only, that perfect moment somehow never came."
"Or we missed it," Tommy agreed, entwining his fingers with Jason's. "I know there've been a few moments when I thought afterwards, 'hey, that might've been a good opportunity to bring it up', but by then it usually had passed, and ..." He shrugged again, looking at Jason rather sheepishly. "20/20 hindsight."
"Yeah."
Jason smiled, lifted their joint hands to his mouth to kiss, then chuckled ruefully. "Man. To hear us talk, you'd think we're two blushing virgins instead of having been lovers for over a year!"
"Pathetic," Tommy nodded, laughing lightly as well. "Seriously, though, how do you ask someone if they'd be okay with having anal sex? Shit, I wouldn't even know how to ask that of a woman, much less a guy!"
"Me, neither. As I told you in the beginning, you're the only person I ever even considered having anal sex with; I was never seriously tempted to do it before, and the one time someone, uh, asked me, I just told him no." It hadn't been quite as easy and simple as Jason made it sound, but it was a memory best forgotten.
Jason's casual reference to one of his former, thankfully faceless partners bothered Tommy slightly, but he hid his dismay; he'd known from the start that he wasn't the only man Jason had been intimate with. He also knew that any jealousy would be misplaced. They were committed to each other, and Jason would never betray his trust, not even in thought. On the flip side, Tommy wasn't going to edit any remarks about his relationship with Kat, either - and Jason didn't expect him to. What's good for one ... Still, he felt an unpleasant pang. To cover his reaction, he sought refuge in an attempt at humor.
"Yeah, well, a guy can't exactly bring this up with dessert, right? I mean ... it's not as if I could just throw you over my shoulder, carry you to bed and ravish you like some heroi-, uh, character from a cheap romance novel," he grumbled.
"Sounds tempting. Why don't you?" Jason intended to sound facetious, but the tiny flame lighting up his eyes and the sharp intake of breath he couldn't quite suppress gave away that he didn't find the prospect of being carried off to be ravished at all distasteful. Much to his disappointment, though, Tommy firmly shook his head even as he shot a friendly leer at him.
"No way. Tempting as the idea is ... if you were built like, say, Kimberly - that is, half a foot shorter and about a hundred pounds lighter, I might consider it, but as you are? Dream on. I want to get at your ass, not develop a hernia."
"You're no fun," Jason complained, but his lips started to twitch with laughter.
Tommy tried unsuccessfully to hide his own grin. "Yeah well, tough shit."
"Hmph." Glaring half-seriously at Tommy, Jason let go of his hand with a parting squeeze, pushed back his chair and started collecting the cartons from their Chinese takeout. "At least help me clear the table, then - or will that give you a hernia, too?"
"I think I can just about manage that much," Tommy replied dryly and began stacking their dishes. Together, they took care of cleanup, then wandered back into the living room. Tommy reached for the half-bottle of plum wine that had come with their dinner and looked at Jason to ask whether he should pour them each a glass, when the speculative expression on his face made him stop mid-motion. "What?"
A muscle worked in Jason's jaw as he regarded Tommy with an undecipherable look. Visibly coming to a decision, he drew a deep breath. "How about we do it now?"
Drink forgotten, Tommy straightened slowly, feeling as if the floor had suddenly dropped out from under him. "Y-you mean ... right now? Tonight?"
"Yeah." Jason stepped towards his lover and touched his cheek, letting his fingers trail down his neck and to the collar of his shirt. He gently circled the pulse point at the base of Tommy's throat. "Why shouldn't we? We both want it, and the night is still young ..." he murmured, trying not to sound too eager - and inadvertently pressuring Tommy after all.
Tommy gulped. Sure, he wanted to take that last step, wanted to have actual intercourse with Jason, but ... just like that? Just 'let's do it' and jump into bed? Somehow, that didn't seem right. On the other hand ... he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect, his body was tightening in anticipation and as he couldn't find an effective argument against it, he nodded at last. "Well ... okay, I guess."
Either Jason didn't hear the hesitancy in his voice, or he chose to ignore it. Instead, he yanked Tommy into his arm for a lusty kiss, then grabbed his hand and started tugging him towards the bedroom. "Come, then," he murmured huskily.
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If At First You Don't Succeed ...
They undressed without speaking, haphazardly folding their clothes and putting them on the wicker chair occupying one corner of Jason's bedroom, then lay down together on the cool sheets, facing each other. Jason propped his head in one hand and trailed the other down Tommy's body from shoulder to thigh, outlining muscles and sinews until he came to rest at his right nipple. He started to flick a finger against the stiffening brown nub. "I can hardly wait," he said quietly. "I've dreamed of doing this for so long ..."
"Me, too," Tommy admitted in a low voice, wishing in one secret corner of his mind he'd get more excited by that teasing touch. Usually, when Jason skimmed across all his hot spots the way he was doing now, he'd be all fired up in no time, eager to feel fingers replaced by lips and tongue. Now, though, arousal remained strangely elusive, hovering just out of reach. To cover his hopefully momentary lack of involvement, he reached up and drew the dark head towards him. He kissed the warm mouth lingeringly, letting his tongue trace Jason's lips, then slip inside. The familiar wet heat and taste succeeded where the strong hands didn't, and Tommy found himself slowly growing erect.
When their kiss ended, both men were breathing shallowly, and Jason smiled into Tommy's eyes. "Mmm, nice."
"Thanks," Tommy smiled back and tousled Jason's hair, making him chuckle. But their laughter soon died as their eyes locked. "So, um, how do we do this?"
"Whichever way you prefer." Jason's right hand was gliding up and down Tommy's flank, skimming around to his buttocks and teasing the cleft. It made him shiver. And nervous.
Tommy laid one palm flat on his friend's neck, then let it drift southwards, across the broad chest and towards the trim hips, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He found that vaguely gratifying. "What do you prefer?"
"How should I know? I've never done this before either, remember?"
"Well, what do you /want/?"
"You," Jason murmured. "Just you. Any way I can have you." He leaned in for another kiss that was willingly returned.
"That's not very helpful."
"I know. Sorry." Deciding that one of them would have to ask after all, and since Tommy at least said he wouldn't mind, Jason decided it might as well be him. "You want to be on top first?" he whispered. "Or should I?"
"I ... I dunno," Tommy confessed. Deep down, he would've liked to linger over foreplay, not just to stave off that big step they were about to take just a little longer, but because he genuinely liked taking his time before getting down to more serious loving. However, through their kiss he'd sensed Jason's eagerness, a feeling he shared and so couldn't really ignore ... and it increased his case of jitters tenfold. This is worse than our very first time! "I mean, I want you, but ... I want you to have me, too." He frowned. "I'm not making much sense, am I?"
"Yes, you do," Jason told him, then smiled rather sheepishly. "It's the same for me."
Impasse. They stared at each other, neither quite daring to decide on one way or the other.
Jason briefly toyed with the idea of making love as usual first, just to take the edge off things and relax, but what if either of them was too relaxed afterwards and fell asleep? Nah. I want to be aware of every little detail, of every touch and sensation when we finally do it, and I bet Tommy wants that, too. It's too great a risk. He wanted to have it all - Tommy's hands and mouth exciting him in all the ways they'd learned to enjoy over the past year, he wanted to feel Tommy's cock slide into his ass at last, but he also longed to bury himself within his best friend's body as deeply as he could.
It'd be so much easier if I could just tell him to lie back and let me do my thing, but that'd be unfair to Tommy. This is about us exploring together, not just about me getting my rocks off!
But what if Tommy was uncomfortable with being on the receiving end, despite his words to the contrary? That wouldn't do at all. Jason knew that he was a little nervous about submitting to Tommy. Slightly less so about being the one in control, but still ... it was quite a natural reaction, really, but not particularly helpful.
It didn't matter much to Jason who got to be the first to be on top, as long as they actually got around to doing it at last. There'd be plenty of time to experiment, to discover their preferences later. Plus, they were equals in every way, so most likely they'd want to take turns anyway. Then another thought came to him. Until now, he had been the one who introduced new practices into their lovemaking, teaching Tommy what to do from his store of admittedly limited, but still greater experience of what felt good and what didn't between two guys. With anal sex, though, they both needed to learn how to please and pleasure each other. Equals at last. So it would be only fair to let Tommy be the one leading the way for once. Wouldn't it? The longer he thought about it, the better he liked the idea.
"Okay, you go first," he murmured, coming to a decision. "Since we're both new at this ..."
Tommy swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very inexperienced and decidedly not ready, but ... We agreed on this. We both want it. He wasn't going to chicken out at the last minute. "Okay. If you're sure."
"I am." Grateful for his acceptance, Jason smiled reassuringly at his friend. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. As long as we're both careful and tell if something's making us uncomfortable. Right?"
"Yeah." Closing his eyes for a second, Tommy inhaled a shuddering breath and tried to fight down the kamikaze butterflies in his stomach. "Um ... do we have everything we need?"
During their earlier conversation, both had admitted to doing some research on how to go about the matter since they'd wanted to be prepared and avoid hurting each other. They'd also confessed to having laid in some necessary paraphernalia, just in case.
"I think so."
Quickly Jason mentally reviewed what he'd stocked for this moment. Yes, he had the essentials. He turned and retrieved a tube of lubricant from his nightstand drawer, unscrewed the cap and laid it out in readiness. He hesitated over a box of foil packets. "What about condoms?"
Tommy thought briefly, then shook his head. "No. We've both never done this before, we're both healthy, so we should be safe." He grimaced. "To be honest, I never liked using the things anyway."
"Because they take away too much of the sensations?"
"That, and ... well, if you must know, I've never found putting 'em on particularly sexy. Either they tear, or slip off or whatever, and they're hell to get rid off afterwards. Talk about killing the atmosphere!"
Jason grinned, remembering a few early mishaps of his own. "True. But there are ways that can be pretty damn hot - if you do it right. Guess it just takes a lot of practice. Which I don't have either," he added ruefully. Never needed one with a guy, and it's been ages since I've been with a girl who wasn't otherwise protected!
"Whatever. I don't want to 'practice' /now/, though, and besides - I trust you."
That deserved a kiss. "I agree. Ditto. Thanks." Shoving the box aside, he closed the drawer and grabbed a pillow from underneath his head. Folding it in half, Jason covered it with a towel he'd also stashed in his nightstand and shoved it under his hips, elevating them to a slight angle as he lay back.
Tommy frowned. "Isn't it supposed to be easier if you were lying face-down?"
"Yeah, but ... I'd really like to see you," Jason replied, a little diffidently. "If that's okay with you?"
Tommy nodded. Truthfully, the idea of being watched during this first attempt at intercourse with Jason made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he figured that being face-to-face would give him the opportunity to observe Jason's expression in addition to his other reactions; that might be helpful in case something didn't feel good. And as they were both fit and athletic, doing it missionary*style shouldn't present too much of a problem.
"Good. I'm all set then." Wiggling into a more comfortable position, Jason spread his legs. "Go ahead," he murmured, giving Tommy an encouraging smile. "I'm all yours."
The words calmed Tommy as they reminded him vividly of the night when Jason had first confessed his feelings for him. Hearing them again now, with his lover lying next to him naked, ready and offering himself - how could he not do as Jason wished?
"Yeah." They kissed once more for mutual reassurance, then Tommy reached for the lubricant, wishing his hand would stop trembling. He coated the fingers of one hand with the slick substance, then trailed them gently from the tip of Jason's shaft around the heavy balls to the cleft underneath, probing for the hidden opening. He had almost reached his goal when he heard Jason's breath hitch. Tommy froze.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately.
"Yeah, go on. It's just ... that kinda tickles," Jason murmured with a tiny grin.
"Oh. Okay." Seemed he had to be less tentative; the last thing Tommy wanted was to have Jason start giggling and destroy the mood.
'What mood?' a little demon asked sarcastically in Tommy's mind, but he shoved it aside impatiently. Carefully increasing pressure, Tommy's fingertip finally found the spot he'd been looking for.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast or something, okay?"
"Sure."
This was somewhat familiar territory, so Tommy circled the puckered anus a few times, then slid his finger cautiously inside the tight channel. Jason tensed for a second, but almost immediately exhaled on a long, slow breath and deliberately made himself relax. Sensing this, Tommy proceeded to methodically loosen the clenching muscles and gradually succeeded in inserting a second finger. Moving carefully, eyes darting back and forth from Jason's crotch to his face to gauge his reactions, he could feel Jason's body slowly adjust to the gentle invasion. His lover's eyes were closed; he was breathing deeply, but he didn't protest even as Tommy began a careful pumping motion.
Jason moaned quietly and shifted on the makeshift bolster, spreading his legs wider apart.
"How's this feel?" Tommy murmured hoarsely. His insides were churning, whether with nerves or desire, he couldn't tell. But it hardly mattered; his feelings were of secondary concern as he had to make sure he wasn't hurting Jason!
"Pretty good. Don't stop."
"Okay."
The information they'd gathered had said to use as much lube as possible, so Tommy applied some more of the clear, cool substance onto his hand, right where his first and second fingers disappeared within Jason's ass. Tommy knew that he should add yet another finger to ease his way, but even as he was trying to think of how exactly to do that, something odd intruded on his concentration. He dragged his eyes away from what he was doing and let them sweep over the muscular body.
While Jason was displaying no sign of discomfort except an occasional twitch or groan and was moving easily with the shallow thrusts of Tommy's fingers, he wasn't showing the one thing Tommy had always believed would be essential to that final step they were about to take - ardent arousal.
The thick rod growing from the nest of dark curls wasn't completely flaccid, but neither had it reached the state of throbbing hardness Tommy was used to when they had sex. No, Jason's cock was semi-hard at best, just as it had been when they'd started. And now that he was looking for them, other signs of excitement were missing, too.
There was no flush, no light sheen of sweat on the tanned skin. Hell, Jason wasn't even breathing especially hard. It couldn't be lack of interest; they had agreed it was what they both wanted, so ... what was the problem? Tommy had no idea. But this was something they didn't dare ignore, or get wrong, so no matter how foolish it might make him feel, it was better to ask. He stilled his hand's movement.
"Jase?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay?"
Jason opened his eyes. "Yeah, why?"
Tommy shrugged, then looked pointedly at his partner's barely-erect shaft. "You don't seem to be, ah, quite with it."
Jason glanced down his own body. Not that he needed to; he knew exactly what Tommy was getting at. He blushed. "Um ..."
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"No," Jason assured Tommy. "Not at all."
"Does it feel right? What I'm doing, I mean?"
"I dunno," Jason confessed. "You know that this is as far as I've ever gone before - you were there each time, remember? And it's no different from the other times you've done this. Sure, there's a little discomfort from the stretching, but it's not at all bad - nothing I couldn't get used to, anyway - and it feels kinda strange to be, well, full, but that's to be expected, right?"
"I guess." It was reassuring to know Jason wasn't in any pain, but if that wasn't the reason for his lack of excitement, what was? "So why aren't you, uh ..."
"Hard enough to pound nails?"
"Yeah."
Helplessly, Jason sighed. "I have no idea."
Tommy sighed, too - and carefully withdrew his fingers from the tight channel, wiping them surreptitiously on the towel. Man, this is gonna be messy ... "Maybe I'm not doing it right," he ventured.
"I don't think so; from what we've found out, you're doing exactly as you should. And it felt fine, I tell you."
"Yeah, well, something's not working. Perhaps you should go first after all," Tommy suggested. It wasn't that he didn't want to be on top, to bury himself in Jason's ass, but considering Jason's lack of arousal, he didn't know whether he could. And to be perfectly honest, he wasn't in a much better state. I'd need to be hard before I can fuck him - and right now, I'm anything but.
The sudden emptiness in his ass felt even stranger to Jason than having Tommy's fingers stretch him. But he was not about to complain; they'd gotten closer to having intercourse than ever before, and he wasn't going to give up yet. "If you're sure."
"Uh huh."
"Let's switch, then."
Quickly, they changed positions. Tommy spread his thighs as Jason had done, and watched as his friend generously coated his fingers with the lubricant. But as he slid them unerringly towards his target, Tommy gasped involuntarily. Instantly, Jason stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing; the lube is just a little colder than I expected."
"It takes a couple minutes to warm up," Jason murmured. "No matter what the ad said."
Tommy suppressed the urge to giggle hysterically as his mind flashed back to some of the more lurid slogans they'd come across in their search for information. Thankfully, Jason managed to distract him with a nuzzling kiss and lick along his shaft, sending a pulse of blood all the way into the tip.
"Ready to go on?"
"Yeah." Tommy closed his eyes and lay back, trying to relax. His cock was now more than just semi-erect, and the gentle circling and pressure between his cheeks felt actually rather pleasant. One finger slid into him, soon followed by a second, and Tommy tried to adjust to the slew of familiar and new sensations even as he winced once when the edge of a fingernail scraped along a sensitive spot.
"Tommy?" Jason's worried voice cut through his attempt to catalogue his feelings while he was simultaneously trying to simply /feel/.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Jason reached for the lubricant once more, but he wasn't quite as deft with only his left hand - which was also rather unsteady. As he tried to apply more of the slick substance, he inadvertently squeezed the tube too hard, and a generous dollop of the clear, cool gel squirted onto Tommy's balls. Tommy yelped.
"Shit, that's /cold/!"
"Sorry," Jason mumbled, dropping the container as he hastily scooped up the excess from the coarse curls with a corner of the towel. Embarrassed, he didn't dare look at his lover as he was fumbling to retrieve the tube and thus failed to notice that Tommy's expression was shifting from nervous anticipation to resigned frustration. "Just give me a sec and I'll get it right ..."
"Don't bother," Tommy sighed, reaching down to grasp Jason's wrist and stopped him. The dark head jerked up in surprise.
"Tommy?"
"It's not working," Tommy repeated, his voice full of chagrin. "I'd like to say I'm not in the mood, but I am - well, I think I am, anyway. But not like this. Jase, I want our first time to be all about not getting enough of each other - really hot, like all the other times we've had sex. But right now, I can't even get it up all the way, and neither do you. That's not how it's supposed to be, is it?"
Jason stared at him for almost a full minute, then the broad shoulders slumped. "No, it's not," he grumbled. Reluctantly, he released his partner, cleaned his hand perfunctorily and scooted up to lie down next to Tommy. "Damn. I was really looking forward to have it finally happen."
"Me, too."
"What do you think went wrong?"
"No idea."
"I wish I knew what else to do," Jason sighed.
Tommy ran his fingers through Jason's hair. "Yeah. Could be we're just trying too hard."
"I guess." The two shared a wry grin and moved into a loose embrace. Jason rested his chin on Tommy's shoulder and peered at him sideways. "So what do you suggest we do?"
Tommy shrugged in resignation. "I'd say ... nothing tonight. How about we sleep on it? And try again tomorrow or next time?"
"Okay," Jason sighed again. "Shit. I really wanted to fuck you tonight, or get fucked by you, but ... as you said, there's gotta be more to it than this."
"Yeah. Let's hope it'll work another day."
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...Try, Try Again!
Tommy checked his living room one last time as he waited for Jason to arrive from Angel Grove. He'd had a cleaning service come in during the week and gone through a veritable orgy of tidying up after work; now the table was set, dinner was waiting to be served and the bedroom ... he smiled. He'd made a special effort there, so the bedroom looked pretty spectacular, even if he said so himself. Tommy only hoped Jason would feel the same. His bed was already turned back with new, deep-red satin sheets, all necessary supplies laid in and within easy reach, CD player loaded with something bluesy and sensual, chilled wine for afterwards waiting in a cooler - yes, everything was ready. All that was left to do was light the scented votive candles he'd distributed around the room, and he went to do just that. As they were safe in sturdy glass containers, he could leave them burning without fear of anything catching on fire even with no-one to supervise - and hopefully by the time they went to bed, the room would not just be softly lit, but filled with the spicy sandalwood aroma he'd chosen.
After the near-fiasco of their attempt two weeks ago at finally having anal sex, they'd ended up making love in the shower the next morning; it had been satisfying as always, but definitely a far cry from what they'd set out to do. Talking things over afterwards, they'd come to the conclusion that in their eagerness to do everything just right they'd got caught up in technicalities and how-to considerations; what they'd failed to do was have fun and express their feelings.
No wonder we couldn't get in the mood!
So today, Tommy planned on rectifying that. Instead of concentrating on the mechanics, he believed that what they needed to be successful was more ... romance. Not the flowers-and-candy kind, no, but wining and dining with Jason seemed to be the way to go. To that end, he'd done his best to create an atmosphere that would lead naturally to mutual seduction and with any luck, the evening would have a better ending than last time.
The door bell rang, heralding Jason's arrival, and Tommy set out to put his plan into motion.
"Hi," Jason greeted him with a smile as Tommy opened the door to let him in.
"Hi yourself," Tommy replied, divested Jason of his overnight bag and drew him into his arms. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, and kissed him lingeringly.
"Wow," Jason commented as soon as he could speak again. "Now that's a hello I could get used to."
"There'll be more of that later," Tommy promised him with an enigmatic smile.
"Fantastic - but do you mind if I get cleaned up first and have something to eat? I left home right after school, and I'm starving," Jason chuckled.
"I'm hungry, too - for you," Tommy murmured huskily, running one hand down Jason's back to squeeze his butt. Jason gasped and bucked his hips, feeling his body react both to the playful touch as well as to the image of Tommy's mouth devouring every part of him. However, his growling stomach drowned out other, more primal needs.
"Hold that thought?" he asked, slipping in a teasing grope of his own that made Tommy shudder and moan. "I really need food first - or 'eating you' might get a lot more literal than you've bargained for," he winked.
"Ugh. Sounds painful." Tommy wrinkled his nose and laughed. "Okay, rain check. Come on, let's get you fed." He slid an arm around Jason's shoulders and guided him towards the dining area. Jason whistled appreciatively as he saw the table; usually, they ate in the kitchen, but tonight Tommy had gone all out with laying a tablecloth, crystal wine glasses, cloth napkins ... there even was a lit candle in a brass holder and some fresh leaves scattered among the plates for decoration. The rest of the room was lit by just a reading lamp, casting intriguing shadows on the walls, and their favorite rock ballads were playing on the stereo.
"Nice. What's the occasion?" he asked.
"No occasion. I just thought we could use a change from takeout boxes without going to a pricy restaurant," Tommy replied. "Besides, can't I treat your visit as something special for once? Because it is," he added softly. "You're special."
"So are you," Jason said and kissed him. "And you're right. We should never take what he have for granted."
"Exactly. But you still get to help," Tommy grinned. "Come on, there's a few things to finish."
"So that's how special I am - I'm your unpaid kitchen laborer," Jason laughed. "Okay, gimme a spatula or something!"
Within a few minutes dinner was served. Both men knew how to cook, but as Tommy wanted everything tonight to be as perfect as possible, he had chosen to buy their meal at a deli in Reefside. All they had to do was toss a salad, heat up the dishes in the microwave and put a loaf of French bread into the oven until it was crispy and brown. They talked idly as they ate, catching each other up on the time they'd spent apart. Afterwards, they carried their after-dinner drinks into the cozy den. Sinking into the cushions of the couch, Jason put his feet up on the coffee table and sighed contentedly.
"Ahh. I needed that."
Tommy sat down next to Jason and slung his arm across the back of the sofa, leaning towards him. "As long as you enjoyed."
"I did, thanks. Good food, good drinks and even better company - what more could I want?"
"I could think of a few things," Tommy murmured, a smile in his voice.
Jason turned towards him and smiled back. "Well, yeah. That, too."
Close as they were, it was natural to kiss, and Tommy took his time, nibbling gently at Jason's mouth until his eyes closed and his lips opened. He explored the moist heat with gentle licks, coaxing Jason's tongue forward to meet his own, then chased it back with light jabs in a dance as old as time. He could taste the spices of their dinner, the tang of their after-dinner brandy and Jason himself as their breaths got heavier and Jason moaned softly at the back of his throat.
"Mmm."
Tommy slowly ended the kiss and waited until Jason's lids drifted up again. The dark eyes were smoky with the beginnings of arousal, and the hand Jason lifted to his face was no longer quite steady.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he asked quietly. "Not just tonight, but every time we're together?"
"I think so," Tommy said, covering Jason's fingers with his own and rubbing his cheek against the warm palm. "If it's anything like what you're doing to me ..."
"What am I doing to you, Tom?" The deep voice was even lower than usual, and sent a pleasant thrill down Tommy's spine.
Tommy smiled lazily and started to lick the center of Jason's hand in tiny circles, making Jason gasp softly. "You really want to know?"
"Uh huh." Jason could feel himself grow hard, and not just from the maddeningly light caress. Tommy had never been especially vocal in expressing his desire; if he was going to overcome his reticence to do it now ... the very idea made him shiver in anticipation. "Tell me? Please?"
He knew his own, lighter voice could never match Jason's sensual rumble, but Tommy gave it his best try. Nip-kissing his way up Jason's arm to his neck, he began to whisper a litany of desire. "You make me forget everything but wanting to take off your clothes and mine so I can kiss you all over. Being with you, together, naked, becomes the most important thing. When I feel your skin against mine, when you writhe and moan until you lose control and beg me to take you in my hand, or my mouth, you drive me mad with wanting you." Tommy swiped his tongue in a broad lick up the pulsing vein behind Jason's ear, then grasped the dark head and turned it towards himself. Lips hovering only a fraction of an inch over Jason's, Tommy waited until his lover looked at him with burning eyes.
"You turn me on, Jase," he murmured, "and I can't wait to have you." Swiftly, before Jason could reply, he thrust his tongue into the waiting mouth and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
Jason reciprocated enthusiastically, meeting every lick and swirl with equal fervor until Tommy's moans matched his own. He arched into Tommy's embrace, slipping one hand under his shirt to touch hot skin and felt Tommy's free hand slide over his crotch. Strong fingers closed around his erection through the fabric of his pants, and started to stroke. Instinctively, he thrust his hips into the firm grip, and he knew he wouldn't last long if they didn't stop now - and coming in his pants, exciting as it might be, was not what he wanted tonight. Not after the images Tommy had planted in his mind. Groaning, Jason tore his mouth away from the demanding kiss. Tommy had set him on fire, and he would do everything in his power to bring him to that same state.
"What are you waiting for, then?" he panted, eyes glittering as he tried to control his raging hormones. "That's exactly what you're doing to me every time we kiss, and I want what you want!"
"Even if I want to fuck you?"
"Hell, yes!"
This was what had been missing the last time; this was the way they should've gone. They had taken their time to reconnect after their weeks-long separation over the leisurely meal, and Tommy had done his best to create an atmosphere of mellow warmth before he started seducing him with kisses and words. Man, and what words! I can't believe the things he said - and how hot they've made me feel!
Tommy squeezed the hard ridge in Jason's pants one last time, then let his hand wander slowly upwards. He caressed the ribbed stomach and muscled chest through Jason's shirt, pinched his nipples and ended at the base of his throat. Through his fingertips, he could feel Jason's pulse hammer in his veins.
"Then ... I suppose you won't say no if we tried again?"
Jason arched his neck, wishing Tommy would replace his fingers with his lips.
"Of course not," he moaned. "Tommy, please ...!"
"Very well."
Another kiss, harder this time, plundered Jason's willing mouth. It was almost a shock when he was released and Tommy got up, but the hand held out in invitation and the come-hither look he was given brought Jason quickly to his feet as well. He grasped Tommy's hand. "Do you mean it? We're going to make love now?"
"Oh yeah," Tommy promised with glittering eyes. "Come, Jase. Come with me."
"Only if you promise to come with me as well," Jason smiled, his sultry expression giving an unmistakable double meaning to his words. A quick glance below Tommy's belt showed him that he was already hard as well, and he felt his palms itch and his mouth fill with saliva. He couldn't wait to fill both with Tommy's stiff cock! "Think you can?"
His friend laughed softly. "I'm sure."
"What are we waiting for, then?"
"Just this." Tommy exerted a brief tug on the hand he still clasped and succeeded in bringing Jason into his arms. He kissed him almost roughly, making him groan and grind their hips together until they were both breathless with lust and anticipation. "Let's go."
To Be Continued ...
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