The Half of Us (Family 4)

“We should stop,” Abe said, but his body was in control rather than his brain, so he pressed closer instead of moving away.

“You don’t want to stop.” Jason dipped down and kissed Abe, the brush of lips gentle at first, but then he moaned and started biting and licking. “It’s nuts how much I want you.” He slammed his mouth over Abe’s, sucked on Abe’s tongue, and then thrust his tongue inside Abe’s mouth. “Hated seeing you so upset.”

“You did?”

“Yes, baby.”

Once again, Abe melted in reaction to the endearment. It made him feel like he mattered to Jason, like he was special, like he wasn’t just a convenient bed partner.

“You have the best smile, and your laugh….” Jason swallowed hard and shook his head. “You should never be sad.” He kissed Abe tenderly. “Not ever.”

The chemistry between them burned hot and bright, but it wasn’t about sex, or at least not only about sex. It wasn’t. Whatever Jason had said originally, whatever they had both agreed to, things had changed, and not just on Abe’s side. He was sure about that even though they hadn’t talked about it. He was sure.

“I’m not sad right now.” Abe looked into Jason’s eyes and whispered, “I’m happy.”

“That’s good, baby,” Jason gazed into Abe’s eyes. “I’m really glad. How about horny?” He lifted Abe up, and Abe automatically curled his arms and legs around Jason’s thick frame and clung tightly. “Are you horny? Because I want you so bad, I hurt with it.”

“I thought you were tired,” Abe teased.

“Fuck being tired. You drive me crazy.” He bit Abe’s lip again and then pushed his tongue into Abe’s mouth and thrust in and out frantically. “Never wanted anyone like this.”

Abe whimpered and opened himself to Jason’s assault, submitting to his passion and need and reveling in it.

“I’m taking you to bed,” Jason growled.

“The couch is closer,” Abe said breathlessly, his balls already aching.

With a nod, Jason shuffled toward the couch, not releasing his hold on Abe. He nipped his way across Abe’s jaw and dug his fingers into Abe’s ass in a deep massage.

“I’m not going to last,” Abe admitted when Jason dipped one of his fingers into Abe’s crack. Even with the fabric barrier, the sensation made his groin tighten.

“That’s okay.” Jason plopped onto the couch, keeping Abe with him so he was straddling Jason’s hips. “We have all night.” He reached for the buttons on Abe’s jeans and opened them with one tug. “Commando?” He looked at Abe and arched his eyebrows. “Since when do you go commando?”

Abe’s belly warmed at the comment. It was yet another reminder that Jason knew him. Admittedly, it wasn’t the traditional type of knowledge, not the type of thing he normally discussed with men he was dating, but it was confirmation that they were building a foundation, however unusual the process.

“I don’t, usually,” Abe confirmed. “But these jeans are so old they’re softer than sweats, and there’s no zipper, so….” He stopped talking, a bit embarrassed about finishing that sentence.

“You like the way they feel on your dick?” Jason rubbed his palms up Abe’s jeans-clad thighs. “You like hanging loose in there and jostling against the fabric?”

With his neck heating, Abe nodded.

“You want to know what I think?” Jason took hold of the bottom of Abe’s T-shirt, yanked it off, and then tossed it aside. “I think for as innocent as you are.” He kissed Abe’s nose. “As sweet.” He unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on his own shirt and then pulled it off. “Down deep, you want it.” He licked Abe’s lips. “You need it.” He grazed his mouth across Abe’s jaw. “You crave it.” He swirled his tongue around Abe’s earlobe and gently suckled it.

Staring at Jason, Abe panted and tried to catch his breath. He didn’t know what Jason meant, but he was incredibly aroused by the tenor of his voice, the heat in his eyes, and the seductiveness of his touch.

“It?” Abe asked shakily.

“Sex.” Jason wrapped his big hand around Abe’s erection and started stroking slowly. “Being taken and tasted and touched.”

There was no denying how much he enjoyed being with Jason in the way he described, but that aside, Abe’s sex life had been fairly tame and not particularly frequent. “I don’t mess around, and I’ve only had a couple of boyfriends,” he said.

“I remember you telling me that.” Jason rubbed his thumb across the head of Abe’s cock, and he trembled. “But seeing you like this, I have a hard time imagining you going without.” He cupped Abe’s balls and rolled them.

“Jase!” Abe grabbed Jason’s shoulders and bucked. Nobody had ever talked to him that way. Nobody would have thought he’d want it. But he did. Just like Jason said. He craved it. “Please.”

“Look at you.” Jason increased the pace of his strokes, gently squeezed Abe’s balls, and leaned forward until his mouth was right next to Abe’s ear. “You’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”