Don't Read in the Closet volume one (86 page)

Laurie laughed and kissed Jonah again, fast and hard.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

“’Kay.” Jonah sat up and licked his lips. He was a
little, well, not scared exactly—anxious would probably be a better fit—but the
way Laurie’s eyes followed the action of his tongue made him feel a bit more
confident.

He reached out and undid Laurie’s fly with shaky
fingers. Laurie lifted his hips so Jonah could yank down his jeans and the
boxers he wore underneath. While Laurie kicked them off the rest of the way,
Jonah leaned down and brushed a kiss over the tattoo on his left pec. It was
the Japanese kanji for justice, chosen because Laurie planned on going into
criminal law after college. Jonah traced the lines of black ink with his tongue
and moved on to the light pink nipple beneath. He paused there to lick and suck
then continued his downward path across the muscled ridges of Laurie’s abdomen
until he reached the shallow indent of his navel and the trail of dark brown
hair that started underneath.

Jonah froze when the tip of Laurie’s erection nudged
his chin, his eyes fixed on Laurie’s face. Laurie gave him a small smile, sweet
and encouraging, and Jonah felt his nerves ease a bit more. He really was
curious about how Laurie would taste, what the flavor of his come would be
like, how Laurie’s cock would feel on his tongue. Only one way to find out.
Jonah took that thick length in hand and tentatively licked the head.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Aside from
the bitter tang of pre-come, it tasted like any other part of Laurie’s warm,
soft skin. Jonah drew the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly. Laurie’s hips
jerked and he made a quiet sound that Jonah took to be a good thing. He slid
down a bit further and stopped, unsure how far back he could take Laurie’s cock
without gagging.

“You can use your hand, too,” Laurie said, his voice
drawing Jonah’s gaze back up to his face. “You don’t have to try to take it
all.”
 

Jonah nodded slightly and refocused his attention. It
was a bit tricky, but eventually he figured things out and set up a nice
rhythm. He alternated between licking and sucking on the tip and used his hand
to stroke the rest, occasionally slowing so he could look at Laurie for
reassurance.
 

Laurie reached out and touched his cheek. “That’s
awesome, Jo. Keep going just like that.”

Jonah closed his eyes and hummed, encouraged by the
praise and the shudder that racked Laurie’s body. He liked knowing he could
affect Laurie as strongly as Laurie did him. And he knew one day he’d be good
enough to drive Laurie absolutely insane. It was only a matter of time…and
practice.
Yeah, I could get used to this.
   

****

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever received. Far
from it, actually. It’d been obvious right from the start that Jonah only had
the vaguest idea what he was doing. But what he lacked in skill he more than
made up for in enthusiasm. He acted on each one of Laurie’s instructions with
an eagerness to please that was a turn on in and of itself. And, of course,
there was the whole fact that it was
Jonah
with his mouth on Laurie’s dick. Jonah licking, sucking, flicking that pink
tongue across the tip and tasting Laurie’s pre-come and moaning as if he was
enjoying every second. That took the blowjob from so-so to awesome, and when
Jonah grew a bit bolder and gripped Laurie’s cock at the base and slapped it
against his tongue with a naughty little look on his face, well…it was game
over. Done deal.
Finito
.

By then Jonah’s erection was already primed and ready
to go again. So, Laurie rolled Jonah onto his back, stripped him of his jeans
and briefs, and showed Jonah just what kind of tricks a few years of experience
had taught him. But when he felt Jonah tensing under his ministrations, he
pulled back, slowed it down,
drew
it out. As Jonah
panted and whined for release, Laurie snagged the tube of lubricant from the
bedside table and squeezed a small amount into his palm. They weren’t going to
have full-out sex, not right then, but he had a feeling Jonah had never done
this part either, and he wanted to make it memorable. He lubed up his fingers,
and while Jonah was pleasantly distracted by the feel of Laurie tonguing and
sucking at the skin around his balls, he carefully pressed one inside. Jonah
trembled and gave a strangled cry, the muscles of his abdomen clenching as he
pushed down into Laurie’s touch.

It wasn’t long before Laurie added another finger,
spreading them apart, stretching, seeking out Jonah’s prostate and touching it
just so. The tremors that started in Jonah’s thighs told Laurie he wouldn’t
last much longer. He pulled his ace in the hole then, and slid his mouth down
to the root of Jonah’s cock, relaxing his throat enough to take in Jonah’s
entire—and not inconsiderable—length. He swallowed around the head, applying
steady pressure against Jonah’s sweet spot all the while. Jonah made a sound that
was part-scream, part-sob, and came so hard he seemed to stop breathing for a
few seconds.

Laurie waited for Jonah’s body to relax before he
withdrew his fingers. Jonah immediately turned and snuggled into Laurie’s
embrace, offering his mouth up for another kiss. Laurie was more than happy to
oblige. He liked Jonah’s kisses. He thought he could maybe even get addicted to
them. And quite possibly already was. But Laurie didn’t want to think about
that too much. He covered Jonah’s mouth with his and just kissed him until the
kisses went from sultry to sleepy and slow. Then, with one last nibbly kiss to
Jonah’s lower lip, Laurie pulled back and Jonah nestled his face into the crook
of his shoulder and fell asleep within the span of a breath.

For a while Laurie was too wired to sleep, his body
still thrumming with restless energy. He reached over to turn off the lamp with
his free arm and just lay there, caressing the silky skin of Jonah’s back and
enjoying the sound of his even breathing in the darkness. The night hadn’t gone
anything like he’d imagined it would. Not only had Jonah seemed inexperienced,
it was almost as if he were entirely untouched. It was enough to make Laurie
suspect there probably hadn’t been an ex-boyfriend at all. But that was okay. More
than okay. Laurie didn’t exactly relish the idea of anyone having touched Jonah
before him.

It surprised Laurie how at ease he felt with
everything that’d happened. Maybe it was because Jonah hadn’t wanted to rush
into the actual sex. Laurie was grateful for that. He’d spent a good portion of
the day worried he might be swamped with guilt afterward, even if Marc
had
given his approval. What surprised
him even more, though, was that he hadn’t jumped on the out Jonah had given him
earlier, when he’d said they could stop and just forget about everything.

For one second, Laurie had honestly been tempted. But
seeing Jonah all flustered and insecure, he hadn’t been able to stop himself
from acting. So he’d told Jonah he wanted him, partially to take that anxiety
away, yes, but also because it was the honest to God truth. Then he’d kissed
Jonah, and he could’ve sworn the earth had tilted on its axis because suddenly
his head was spinning and he’d fallen into that kiss with a sort of wild hunger
that bordered on desperation. And he’d thought that kiss was the
crème de la crème of kisses, but, no, they’d just
gotten better, one after the other. It shouldn’t have been possible, and if the
trend continued, he wasn’t sure that one of those kisses wouldn’t someday stop
his heart. But, man, that would be a hell of a way to go.

CHAPTER 4

Jonah stepped
back and eyed the contents of the picnic basket he’d just packed. He’d included
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, chips, a container of fruit, and a few
bottles of water. Had he been any type of a cook, he would have made something
heartier, like fried chicken and potato salad with apple pie for dessert, but
he was clueless in the kitchen and he didn’t want to risk accidentally burning
the house down while his grandparents were at work. He shrugged, added some
napkins to the basket, and closed it up. PB&J would have to do.

It’d been a few days since that night in the guesthouse. He and Laurie
hadn’t been able to go back again. The following day had been crazy busy for Beckett’s
Adventure Company. There hadn’t been time to exchange more than a few words,
and that had been in company. The night after that, Laurie and Marc made plans
to go to a local bar with a couple of the other guides and Jonah didn’t have
any idea what time they finally stumbled in. All he knew was that they were
both in bad shape the next day, and since Laurie looked so utterly exhausted by
the end of his shift, Jonah figured nothing would be happening that night
either. But he’d noticed that both he and Laurie had Wednesday off, so he
brought up the idea of a picnic before Laurie went to bed. Laurie’s nod and
sleepy smile had set Jonah’s stomach to fluttering.

Jonah glanced
at the clock. They hadn’t discussed times, but it wasn’t even noon yet and
they’d have the entire day to themselves. He’d let Laurie sleep for another
hour. If he wasn’t up by then, Jonah was sure he could come up with an
interesting way to wake him. Jonah wasn’t willing to wait any longer than that,
though. His patience had already started to wear thin.

As it turned
out, he needn’t have worried. A soft sound drew his attention to the door, and
he looked over his shoulder to see Laurie fully dressed, lounging against the
frame. Sudden shyness made his cheeks warm. It was stupid, really. Laurie’s
fingers had been inside him. What point was there in
being shy just
because
they were alone together for the first time in days? The feeling was there,
though, and it showed in his timid greeting.

Laurie
outright grinned. “Did you cook?”

Jonah’s blush
deepened. “Not as such.”

Laurie
chuckled at that. “So where are we off to for this picnic?”

“I thought we
could go to the meadow. You know the one near that old barn?” As soon as the
words left his mouth, Jonah started to worry that maybe the idea was a little
too chick-flick for a guy’s guy like Laurie. He bit his lip, wishing he could
take them back, but Laurie just smiled again and nodded.

“You ready to
go?” Laurie asked, glancing around the kitchen. “Do you have a blanket and
everything?”

“Yeah. I
already put it in the truck.”

“Cool. Let’s
go then.”

****

Since it was
the middle of the day, traffic was light and they made it to the meadow in a
little
under
twenty minutes. Laurie parked the old
truck Jonah’s grandparents left behind for their use next to the faded barn
Jonah had mentioned earlier. The sun was at
its apex in
the
sky, the temperature probably somewhere in the low eighties if Jonah had to
guess. Hot, but not unbearably so.

They found a
spot in the shade of a nearby tree and spread the blanket out. Simple as the
meal was, Laurie didn’t complain. He ate the sandwiches Jonah gave him and idly
munched on chips and chunks of honeydew and cantaloupe from the container Jonah
brought. They talked about the classes Jonah had registered for and the dorm
he’d been assigned. He’d be starting at the University of
Wisconsin – Madison in the fall, the same
school both Laurie and Marc attended. It was close enough to their home in Eau
Claire to easily drive back for weekends and holidays, but far enough that they
had to live on campus. Jonah would never
tell Laurie
that a huge part of his reason for picking Madison was that he and Marc were
there. Granted that wasn’t the
only
reason—it was a good school and Jonah’s parents had met and fallen in love as
students there in the ’80s—but would he have been as keen on the idea of going
there if Laurie had gone somewhere else? Not so much.

Somewhere in
the middle of their conversation, Jonah was struck by the sudden urge to kiss
Laurie. It wasn’t a new feeling by any means, but it occurred to Jonah that
right then he actually
could
. Out
there in that meadow with no one else around, there was nothing to stop him.
Laurie lay on his back with his arms behind his head. At some point he’d
removed the shirt he’d been wearing, and the pale gold skin of his smooth chest
was on full display. His jeans rode low enough on his hips that Jonah could see
the waistband of his boxers. Jonah’s fingers itched to reach over and tug them
all the way down, spring that cock free and put his mouth on it, suck and tease
until Laurie came, right there in broad daylight with only the lemon yellow sun
as a witness.