Loving Jay (16 page)

I had forgotten all about him until not long after. As Jay paid, and we were finishing our drinks, a young waitress stopped by their table and politely asked if they were enjoying their meal. Mr. Cheap Suit, with a couple of alcoholic beverages under his belt, replied loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

“Well, it would’ve been better if we weren’t seated next to these two butt fuckers here.”

Conversations died all around us as disbelief warred with embarrassment inside me. In the end embarrassment lost. I was embarrassed to be on the receiving end of such a rude and inconsiderate comment, but he was insulting Jay as well, and that was something I couldn’t stand for. Jay had gone silent, his face and body losing all vivacity, and I had flashbacks to the attack. My anger rose inside of me. No one would treat Jay like that if I was around.

“Excuse me?” I had engaged his attention before I could think it through. It helped that the faces around me were all disbelief and disgust at Mr. Cheap Suit, not at Jay and me. I could see that his date had turned in her seat and was gathering her jacket and purse to flee the scene. Her sister was following her cue. The nice young waitress had gone bright red and I could see the manager desperately winding his way through the tables, hurrying to control the situation. Jay said my name, warning me against starting a fuss, but I simply grasped his hand in mine.

Mr. Cheap Suit turned toward me, his face flushed with alcohol and annoyance. “You fucking homos make me sick. I shouldn’t have to see you two doing the repulsive things you do out in public. I can’t even imagine the sick things that happen between you at home.”

The rage inside me calmed. This was just an ignorant drunk who was spouting off at the mouth. I had no ire against him anymore; he was obviously pathetic, sad, and lonely. I tugged Jay to his feet, pushed him out of Mr. Cheap Suit’s arm range, and headed toward the door before I stopped and turned.

“Sir, we have done nothing wrong, we simply ate our meal without interfering with anyone else’s lives. And the things that happen at home between us? I don’t want you imagining them either, thank you. You have no idea of what happens to us behind closed doors. Unlike me and everyone else in this room, we all know what will be happening to you tonight. It will involve just your hand, because if I am not mistaken, that is your date that just disappeared.”

Several bursts of laughter came from all sides of me, along with titters from the women listening. I hurriedly pushed Jay out the door and left the bozo in the restaurant. He wasn’t my problem, and hopefully they would call him a taxi.

I snagged Jay’s hand and we walked hand in hand in silence to my apartment. Jay was staring at me as if the sun rose in my face, but I tried to ignore him so we could get home faster. If I so much as looked at him out here on the street, we would be making out up against the brick wall. I led him inside my place and closed the door after us. Throwing my keys onto the table, I sighed and turned to face him.

“Okay. Say it now. I was stupid. I should’ve just ignored the insult and let it go. I shouldn’t engage people like that because that’s how we get into fights and furniture gets broken. I should just learn to pay no heed to arseholes like that. Turn the other cheek, and all that crap.”

Jay stepped up into my space and cupped my cheeks. “You were magnificent. That’s the second time you’ve charged in to my rescue, but please be careful. I may just become addicted to it.” He pressed his lips against mine and all thoughts of cheap suits and drunken arseholes receded from my mind. All I cared about was Jay.

I backed him up to the wall, deepening the kiss and clutching at his waist. Jay moaned, and opened to me like a flower, allowing me to invade his mouth with my tongue. He widened his stance so I could move our pelvises together, and bring our rapidly hardening cocks side by side.

“Liam. Oh, Liam.”

I reached under his shirt to find naked skin. “Shut up. If you can talk, then I am not doing a good enough job at seducing you.”

Jay’s hands gripped my head. “Yes, you are.” He was breathless and his words were punctuated with kissing my jaw. “Doing a fantastic job. Totally seduced, I am.”

I had not managed to see him naked during our last session, and intimately exploring his nude form was on the top of my agenda tonight. I reached for his belt and fumbled, then pulled at the strap and dragged it away before attacking the button of his jeans. I cursed, unable to coordinate my fingers while kissing his wet mouth. He giggled.

“Jesus, Jay. Stop laughing at me and frickin’ help!”

He kissed me again, which didn’t help my motor skills, and asked, “How about if we move into the bedroom? I have been dying to try out your quilt cover again.”

Bedroom? God, yes! I practically sprinted for the room, dragging Jay along behind me. Once inside, I turned on the bedside lamp, which gave just enough light to see by without being harsh. Jay was watching me with hot eyes. I pointed a finger in his direction.

“You! Naked, now! I want to see you naked on my bed in ten seconds or else I may just have to rip the clothes from your body.” My own fingers were already busy on my shirt, my feet shuffling to flick my shoes off. Jay’s eyes widened and he hurried to obey.

I was usually self-conscious about the scarring and wasted muscle on my thigh, but Jay knew all about it, so I knew it wouldn’t come as a huge shock to him. My other intimate experiences had been hookups with strangers, and I didn’t want them looking and asking questions instead of kissing and fucking. I shucked my jeans but left my cotton boxers on. Maybe they would help me from coming in thirty seconds like a kid with his first girlfriend.

Jay obeyed my instructions and I watched as his clothing fell to the floor, revealing his body to my most appreciative eyes. His blond body hair was sparse, located mostly around his groin area, leaving his chest silky smooth. His nipples were a pale pink color, and I could see them already puckered in arousal, as if I couldn’t see his cock and judge his excitement for myself. Jay kicked aside his jeans and briefs and crawled to the center of my bed, his firm arse pointing straight up, giving me glimpses of darker pink flesh between his legs. I saw his ball sac for a moment as he crawled and the dark pink of his pucker. I reached out and caressed that beautiful arse like I had dreamed of doing.

He almost fell, flopping on the bed and turning in one lithe move. His eyes fell to my groin and he groaned as he saw my boxers. “Hey! No fair! Why aren’t you naked, too?”

I crawled after him, making my way up and over his body, breathing in the scents of his intimate fragrance, blowing slightly on his skin but not touching him at all until I was crouched over him. “It’s my turn to drive tonight. You just need to lay there while I kiss….” I kissed his chin, “lick….” I moved down and licked at the cord of his neck, “and suck….” I paused, sucking lightly at his collarbone, “every single inch of this fine body.” Jay was squirming with anticipation as I dived in, starting with those diamond studs that drove me crazy.

I explored every inch of him with my mouth. His ears, his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, his breast bone, his ribs. I traced them with my tongue, kissing and sucking wherever I felt like. But I was called downward and I willingly followed the siren’s song. I paused to run my tongue around his bellybutton as he cried out my name, but my hands had become impatient at missing out on the feast. They tenderly touched and rubbed at the muscles of his thighs, before becoming bolder and moving in for the dessert.

I used my thumbs to brush his testes and heard Jay begin to curse. “Shit! You’d better get a move on, Liam or you’re going to miss the show!”

I smiled, not hurried in the least. The head of his cock was right under my mouth now, and I dropped my lips to it, giving a quick kiss before replying. “Patience. Besides, if you come now I’ll just have to start all over again!”

I laughed as I heard him mutter something about torture and blue balls, but the taste of him was on my lips now. I licked my lips, enjoying that first flavor, following up by using my tongue to run down the length of his shaft to draw in a deeper tang. He cried out and I took pity on the poor guy, kissing my way back to his cock crown and, using my right hand to pull him up off his stomach, I plunged the length of his cock as deep inside my mouth as I could. I felt the spongy head bump up against the back of my palate and the delicious flavor of his pre-ejaculate exploded on my tongue.

I moaned, instinctively applying suction as I pulled back, enjoying the slight drag against my lips and tongue. It wasn’t enough, I had to go back for more, and I plunged downward again, creating a rhythm, using my hand to caress the length I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Yes! Liam! Oh, God! Yes!”

I dimly heard his cry over my own pleasure as I used my mouth on him again and again. My left hand came out and cupped his balls like I had been wanting to for ages. I was in heaven—balls in one hand, dick in the other, and my mouth tasting the sweetest dessert God could provide.

“Liam! I’m close! Leeee-aaaamm!”

I suddenly realized what was about to happen, and as much as I couldn’t wait to have him ejaculate into my mouth, there was another vision I wanted to fulfill tonight. My excitement was at fever pitch and I pulled off his cock, pushing my boxers away as quickly as I could.

“Nooo!” Jay screeched, thinking I was leaving him hanging, but my brain couldn’t think enough to formulate a reply. At last my boxers were on the floor and I lunged for his body, lining his chest up with mine, our cocks coming together like magnets.

My hand came up, surrounding both of us and pumping, my saliva and my own pre-ejaculate providing enough lubrication that I was sliding quickly and roughly, bringing us both to the edge. Jay’s arms came around me as he panted and yelled at me, urging me to hurry. I looked down, transfixed by the sight of his paler cock rubbing against mine.

“Come now,” I instructed Jay. “Come on. I want to see you come.” And like a champion, he did, white fluid gushing from the end of his cock, coating my hand and providing extra lubrication to us both. He spurted once, and then again, and I milked him furiously until the sight of him coming like that was too much for me. I fell against his chest, my own climax overtaking my actions as I thrust furiously on his leg.

My heart pounded in my chest as I heaved like a racehorse, barely managing to roll to the side so I didn’t squash the poor guy. I flopped to my back, too tired to think, too tired to even feel. The minutes ticked past with excruciating slowness before I finally could catch my breath and turn my head toward Jay. He was lying on his back with a beatific smile, idly running his hand over his stomach. With surprise I realized he was swirling shapes in our combined ejaculate, mixing them together. I had come on my stomach too, and I was unsure if it was mine or his, but I didn’t feel like finger painting with it.

“You okay?” I asked.

Jay didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Mmm-hmm.”

I shook my head at him and swung my legs off the bed. In the bathroom I cleaned up and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before running a cloth under the hot water for Jay. He was still touching the stuff when I returned.

“Hey, Picasso! Do you want this cloth to clean up or are you planning on transferring that to canvas?”

Jay didn’t get embarrassed; he just held his hand out for the cloth and smiled. “I was just thinking of what a child of ours would look like, if we could make one between the two of us. Could you imagine if we could rub our come together and get a child?”

All too easy.
“Eh? I don’t think that’s what God had in mind when he created our bodies to work the way they do.”

He sighed as he wiped himself down. “True. But a child of ours would be A-1 awesome! He would have my good looks and your ball-busting personality and he would take on the whole world!”

“What if he turned out to be a she?”

“Then
she
would have my good looks and I would teach her everything I know about style and fashion and
then
she would take on the whole world with your ball-busting attitude.”

I just laughed.

J
AY
AND
I ended up getting together about three nights a week after that. We still had our own things to do—Jay had yoga twice a week, which I just rolled my eyes at, but I sure appreciated the flexibility and lithe body that came from the workouts—and I had friends to catch up with and swimming, which I did to keep up my fitness and as therapy for my leg. We caught a couple of meals together, then takeout at my place, before we settled for cooking for ourselves to save money. Jay cooked me his Japanese creations and I grilled a mean steak with boiled potatoes.

We tried to find things to do together on the weekend, but I insisted that Jay continue to see his friends and family as usual, just in case this thing between us didn’t work out. Or if I decided that I didn’t want to be gay after all.

He ended up picking me up on Saturday mornings and taking me grocery shopping. He’d found out I was catching the bus to the local markets to buy my fresh foods and threw a mini-tantrum until I allowed Daisy to come and get me. I swallowed my pride (and my laughter) and we would zoom off in yellow-and-rust Daisy and hit the markets, chatting and having fun over tomatoes and apples.