Smoky Mountain Dreams (15 page)

Christopher seemed to sense his dilemma. “You’ve got all
night? Or did I get that wrong?”

Jesse heard the unspoken plea:
Let’s
take the edge off, and then you stick around, and we can do it all over again
slower.
He wasn’t accustomed to wanting to make something last. For the
last few years he’d been a “get your rocks off and get the hell out” kind of
guy, but if he was going to fuck Christopher, he wanted the time to do it
right.

That’s why the kids are with Amanda, idiot.
Fuck him! Now for fuck’s sake!

He couldn’t ignore the supreme logic of his brain’s screamed
command, and he reached for the lube and tore a condom off the roll.

“Oh thank God,” Christopher breathed, and then, “Do you want
to fuck me? Or do you want me—?”

“I’ll fuck you,” Jesse muttered, rolling the condom on and
opening the bottle of lube.

“Thank
fucking
God. There’s
nothing worse than getting this far only to find out I don’t get to bottom. Let’s
go.”

Jesse laughed as Christopher rolled onto his shoulders and
knees, his ass up in the air and his hard cock hanging down, a drop of pre-cum
already falling from the tip in a slow, honey-like string toward the mattress.
Christopher reached behind and grabbed his own gorgeous ass cheeks and pulled
them apart, sluttily showing off his tight hole as it gripped and released for
Jesse, and
Christ
, he hadn’t expected that. Jesse
had to grab his balls and pull a little. It was a fucking
vision
.

He thought of the supplies on the bedside table. It hadn’t
been a new roll of condoms, and he briefly wondered how often Christopher did
this. He felt a stab of envy—or
something
—at the
thought that Christopher might get laid a lot despite his comments at the
restaurant. Then he was just really damn grateful because
he
was going to get to put his
cock
in that sweet,
sweet, delicious looking
hole.

The fact that it was attached to someone who looked like
Christopher—exactly his type: not too built, handsome, and with a mouth that
had made Jesse think dirty thoughts from the beginning—and who made him laugh,
and who had that voice, and seemed to be
decent
…well,
all of that really shouldn’t matter.

But as he positioned himself behind Christopher, as he put
his hands over Christopher’s own and helped him spread his ass even farther
apart, and as he leaned forward and trilled the tip of his tongue over
Christopher’s tight hole and heard his cry of delight, he had to admit that for
some reason he would simply ignore, it really kind of did matter. Then he
turned off his mind as instinct took over.

Jesse loved to eat ass. It was something he excelled at and
delighted in. And Christopher clearly loved having his ass eaten because he
jerked his hands out from under Jesse’s, grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, and
writhed and clenched so much that Jesse had to wrap an arm around his hips. The
hard length of Christopher’s cock jutted up against his forearm where he held
him.

Christopher
wailed
and kicked,
and he froze and shook all over, his asshole spasming around Jesse’s tongue
shoved up inside.

“Stop!” Christopher called out, moving away from Jesse as
soon as Jesse released his hips. “Gonna come. If you keep—” He panted, and his
body gave a long hard shiver under Jesse’s hands. “Gonna come.”

“Let me—” Jesse reached for the lube and drenched
Christopher’s asshole with it. Jesse admired the way it clenched shut, but when
he pressed the pad of one finger to it, the muscle flattened and widened
against the pressure.

“I need it now,” Christopher said, pushing up onto his hands
so he could look over his shoulder at Jesse. His pupils were utterly blown, his
cheeks ruddy and his lips red from being bitten. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m
usually…well no, I’m always a little easy,” Christopher admitted, his voice
shaking. “But this is ridiculous.” He pushed his face down into the mattress
and rubbed it back and forth. Then he turned his head. “Just give it to me. I
can take it. I want it.”

Jesse hesitated. He was pretty thick, and back when he’d
done this a lot in his late teens he’d usually prepared a guy for a while
first. Not always. Some guys who liked it a little rough took it with just some
lube, and guys who were accustomed to fucking him—having gone from one-night
stands to “lover for a week or two,” could usually get to the point where they
trusted him enough to just
open
for him, but
Christopher wasn’t accustomed to fucking Jesse. Though for all Jesse knew
Christopher had a dildo that could put his cock to shame.

“Are you—?” Jesse began, pouring copious amounts of lube
over the condom on his cock, slicking it good.

“Yes! Yes, I’m really fucking sure! Just—fuck me!”
Christopher was back on his shoulders and cheek, both hands reaching to pull
his ass cheeks open again.

Groaning, Jesse got into position, playing with Christopher’s
hole a little by pushing the head of his throbbing cock against the ring of
muscle, testing how it would open. It was tight, but Christopher seemed to know
what he was doing. “Deep breath.”

Christopher breathed in, and as he let it back out, Jesse
pushed
.

Oh fucking God!
Jesse wasn’t sure
he didn’t actually yell that as the thick head of his cock squeezed past
Christopher’s
holy shit so fucking tight
sphincter,
and he froze with just that much in, overcome by a sharp, almost
angry
satisfaction, as though he was finally being given
something that he’d been denied for far too long. Memories whipped through his
mind—Edoardo’s tight ass and Italy and the dare that changed everything and—

Christopher’s ass clamped, breaking into the moment and
bringing Jesse back to the present as Christopher whimpered in pain. “Sorry,”
Jesse gritted out. He should’ve prepared him better. He should’ve insisted. But
God, it felt so good.

“
Nnngh
,” Christopher managed,
biting down on a wad of sheets, and Jesse felt him try to aggressively push
Jesse’s cock out with his anal muscles, trying to get the clamped sphincter to
release.

Jesse held very still for a couple of seconds, until he was
sure Christopher’s sphincter was as open as Christopher could get it. Then he
pulled his cock free, poured even more lube on Christopher’s half-open hole,
and more on his condom. “Ready?”

Christopher nodded, his teeth still biting the sheets with
his head turned and pressed to the mattress. Jesse pushed back in. This time it
was a perfect, long, deep slide as Christopher moaned, released his fists, and
squirmed back onto Jesse’s cock, his hole holding him along his whole length,
slick and smooth, and thudding with Christopher’s pulse. Jesse tossed his head
back, took a steadying breath, and heroically did
not
come
right then and there.

But Christopher didn’t wait for him, and Jesse gripped the
curve of Christopher’s hip bone hard, wiping sweat from his own eyes with the
other hand as Christopher came up onto his hands and started to ride him with a
wriggling, enthusiastic, squelching, fast pace. Jesse groaned, his nipples
aching and hard, his stomach muscles quivering with the attempt to hold off
from coming so soon. His balls burned with the need to shoot.

“Chris,” he said, moving to grip his shoulders hard to try
to slow him down. But Jesse’s hips had a mind of their own, and he was slamming
into Christopher pretty damn hard. Christopher took it eagerly, dropping back
down to the mattress, his face buried in the wadded up sheets he’d been biting,
and his back breaking out in chills that raced up from his ass cheeks with
every press.

“Gonna come,” Christopher whimpered, and Jesse realized that
Christopher was urgently working his own cock with his hands shoved down
between his legs. Jesse collapsed onto Christopher, hunching frantically and
jerking all over as he came with spurt after powerful spurt while Christopher
cried out under him, his asshole milking Jesse as he shot his own load on the
mattress. He collapsed completely with Jesse’s cock still shoved deep inside,
twitching and spurting a surprising pulse or two.

“Well…fuck,” Christopher breathed, his sweaty back plastered
to Jesse’s chest.

Jesse could feel Christopher’s heart thundering to the point
that his whole body seemed to shake with each beat. “Yeah.” Jesse started to
pull out, but Christopher reached back to grip one of Jesse’s butt cheeks.

“Just one second more. Please.”

He couldn’t stay in too long; he needed to get the condom
off before his dick shrank and the contents leaked. “Sure,” he said. “Okay.”
And he sank back into Christopher’s body, feeling him relax completely under
him.

Gripping Jesse’s buttock in one hand and his own
still-thudding cock in the other beneath him, Christopher sighed. It was kind
of intimate, probably more intimate than most guys liked, but Christopher didn’t
get fucked often enough to be willing to let that gorgeous cock go yet.

Even so, he was wrung out. That had been…impressive. In his
admittedly small repertoire of one-night stands, there had only ever been one
that had started out with sex quite as mind-blowing as that, and it had been
with Gareth. If the night didn’t end right now, and if it continued to be even
half as good as what he’d enjoyed with Gareth, much less blown-out-of-the-water
amazing like this last fuck, Christopher hoped he wouldn’t end up in another
awkward mess. He didn’t like the idea of going to pick up the locket Jesse was
making for Gran and having a conversation about how it had only been sex—even
though it
was
only sex—and that Christopher wasn’t
going to be getting any more of it, at least not from him.

“You don’t have a boyfriend in Afghanistan or something, do
you?” Christopher asked, when he finally let go of Jesse’s ass and allowed him
to pull out. He sighed at the emptiness, and his anus flexed a little
uncomfortably, the muscle already feeling well-used. He flipped onto his back,
where the slick wet of his own cum-spot on the sheets rubbed against his
overheated, sweaty skin.

“What?” Jesse muttered, laying down next to him,
surprisingly close for someone who wasn’t his boyfriend, and then blowing
Christopher away by moving even closer to slide his hand down between
Christopher’s thighs and press two fingers into Christopher’s lubed hole. “A
boyfriend? In Afghanistan? I don’t get it.”

“Never mind. Just an old joke,” Christopher murmured, his
mind entirely focused on the fingers Jesse had hooked into him, the gentle
upward pressure on the rim of his hole keeping him loose and full, comfortable
and not at all empty. How had Jesse known?

“This okay?” Jesse asked, lifting his fingers a little so
they put some pressure on Christopher’s prostate.

Christopher nodded, shivering. “Yeah. Feels good. Just not…”
He meant for Jesse to avoid his prostate. It was pretty overstimulated at the
moment, but Jesse nodded, clearly knowing what he meant, and moved even closer
still, staring at Christopher’s mouth.

“Was that good for you?” Christopher asked. His cock jerked
at the memory of what had taken place only minutes ago.

“Yeah.” Jesse sounded rough, like he was having a hard time
talking. “It was great. Really great.”

Christopher felt one finger slip out, leaving just one in,
and then Jesse pulled it out too, gently rubbing the pads of his fingers
against Christopher’s asshole, soothing it. Christopher waited for him to pull
away, to go to the bathroom and clean up—to maybe even say it’d been so great
that he really should get on home now. Jesse’s hand slid up to rest on
Christopher’s hip instead.

“What about you?” Jesse asked. “Okay?”

“Are you serious?” Christopher squirmed and his nipples
thrummed. “I was kind of fast about it all. Sorry. I just wasn’t going to last
and wanted to get as much as I could in case you bolted after.”

Jesse frowned, his gaze coming up from where he’d been
watching Christopher’s lips form every word. “I usually do bolt. Well, I
usually don’t do this at all, actually.”

“Do…this? I don’t follow. I mean, you’re bisexual, right? I
thought—”

“Yeah. But I haven’t fucked a guy in years. Blowjobs and
handjobs, some rubbing off. It’s been a long time. It felt amazing, by the way.
Your ass is…Christ.” Jesse shifted, and softly laughed. “I’m getting hard
again. That’s how good it was.”

Christopher bit his lip, feeling strangely uncertain by
Jesse’s revelation that he hadn’t done
this
in
years. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to ask just how many years it had been
exactly, or how he’d ended up married to a woman, although he supposed the
bisexual part answered that even if it was hard to wrap his head around. Still,
he felt as if he’d he just found out Jesse was a virgin or something, though he
didn’t know why.