The Half of Us (Family 4)

“Jase!” Abe arched underneath him, exposing his pale neck.

“Feel good, baby?” he asked as he leaned over Abe’s lithe body. “You like being filled up?”

His blue eyes wide and full of passion, Abe stared at him.

Jason slowly slid out while he skated his palms over Abe’s arms and hoarsely said, “You do, don’t you?” He gripped Abe’s hands in his, held him down, and said, “You love being fucked,” while he shoved in hard, stretching the tiny hole to capacity.

Abe wailed underneath him, wrapping his legs around Jason’s hips and bucking.

“Yeah, you do.” Jason pulled out and then pushed back in again. “You fucking love it.” He bit Abe’s chin. “Does anybody know that about you?” he asked while he continued the steady in-and-out motion, pummeling Abe’s body. “Does anybody else know what a dirty boy you are?”

Abe’s nostrils flared as he dragged in big gusts of air.

“I bet they don’t.” Jason pressed all the way inside and circled his hips, grinding into Abe. “I bet they see those big blue eyes and that pretty blond hair and think you’re an untouchable angel.” He slowly pulled out. “But you’re not, are you?” He licked Abe’s lips. “Not deep down.”

His gaze locked with Jason’s, Abe slowly shook his head.

“I know, baby,” Jason said. He grinned evilly. “Don’t worry, I know, and I’ll give you what you need.” He pulled out of Abe’s ass, groaning at the loss, and then flipped him over and rammed back in.

“Ah!” Abe shouted.

Pressing his hands on Abe’s upper back, Jason held him captive against the bed. He steadied himself on his knees and slammed inside as hard as he could.

His moans muffled by the mattress, Abe squirmed underneath him and blindly reached back. He finally made contact with Jason’s leg and hung on as though he needed the connection.

“I’m here,” Jason grunted as he thrust in and out of Abe. He had never fucked anyone with so much force and aggression. “I’m here and I’ll take care of you.”

He lowered himself on top of Abe, blanketing his slim body with his own wide frame, and bit whatever parts of Abe’s back and shoulders he could reach while continuing his harsh plunges.

“I’m going to fill you up,” Jason said a couple of minutes later. “Going to make you shoot so hard.”

He grabbed Abe’s hips, yanked his pelvis up, and reached underneath his body for his dick. It only took a squeeze and a rough yank and Abe was creaming over his hand and shouting into the mattress. Hot ejaculate was still streaming over Jason’s fingers when his own orgasm hit. He opened his mouth in a soundless wail and stilled as his balls emptied deep inside Abe’s welcoming body.

Time disappeared in the wake of intense pleasure, but eventually Jason regained his breath and enough brain capacity to slide out of Abe and get rid of the full condom. He tied it off and dropped it on the floor, promising himself he’d clean up when his legs worked again, and then he planted his palms on the bed and pushed himself up so Abe could move.

“Turn over,” he said.

Abe whimpered but didn’t change positions.

“Turn over, baby.” Jason kissed his shoulder, held on to his waist, and flipped him onto his back. “I want to see your gorgeous face.”

Abe’s eyes were closed, his cheeks were wet with tears, and his chest heaved as he gasped for air. Jason liked to think he was decent in bed, sometimes even good, but he had never made a guy cry with ecstasy. Then again, he had never before spent as much time with a guy, never kissed and fondled and caressed anyone, never focused on anything other than getting off fast. Not until he met Abe.

“Shh.” Jason peppered kisses over Abe’s face and licked up the salty wetness. “You’re okay.” He put his palm on Abe’s chest. “Slow and steady.”

Eventually, Abe’s breathing slowed and he opened his eyes and gazed at Jason. The worshipful expression on his face would stay with Jason forever. He had saved people’s lives and they had never looked at him with such reverence. Tenderness wove through him and settled in his chest, making him ache.

“There you are,” he said, smiling at Abe.

Abe reached up and ran his fingertips down the side of Jason’s face.

Jason grasped his wrist and held his hand in place as he turned into it and kissed his palm. “Let’s clean up and then we can go back to sleep for a little while.”

“Okay,” Abe said, his voice soft. “Can you….” He swallowed hard. “Do you have time to stay for breakfast later?”

“Yes.” Jason nodded. “I’ll need to go home and take care of some things before our date tonight, but I have time for a nap and breakfast. I’ll even help cook.”

“That sounds perfect.” Abe smiled and sighed contentedly. “Really perfect.”