The Half of Us (Family 4)

“That’s it,” Jason said. “I have you.” Still holding Abe’s head in place, he began rocking in and out of Abe’s mouth as he gazed down into Abe’s eyes, his expression blissful but harsh. “You make me so hard, baby,” he said as he thrust. “Turn me on so much.”

Completely entranced by the man above him, all Abe could do was stare and moan as he sucked.

“Look at you.” Jason ran his thumb over Abe’s spit-wet chin. “Drooling for me.”

Whimpering, Abe arched his back, desperately wanting friction on his dick.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Jason rasped, dragging his erection back and forth over Abe’s tongue while he spoke. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, cum in it, and then—” He breathed in deeply. “You’re going to lie there and I’m going to ride your cock until I cum again.”

Abe bucked and cried out, the sound muffled by the hard shaft in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Jason said. He held Abe’s head in place and moved faster, deeper. “Knew you’d get off on that.” Early seed seeped onto Abe’s tongue, making his cock throb and his balls ache. “Which one do you like better, dirty boy?” Jason asked breathlessly. “Swallowing me down or fucking me?”

A tear leaked from Abe’s eye, the emotion and need he felt for this man too much to contain. His touch soft, Jason skated his hand up, wiped the tear with this finger, and then raised it to his mouth and sucked on it. Moved by the tender action, Abe relaxed his arms and neck, leaving himself completely at Jason’s mercy.

“That’s it,” Jason whispered. He moved quickly after that, stretching Abe’s lips, pushing at his throat, and turning him on. Then, just as he was about to cum, Jason reached back, grabbed Abe’s package, and squeezed hard.

“Ungh!” Abe shouted around the pulsing dick in his mouth. “Ungh!”

Jason squeezed again, and Abe exploded, cum shooting out of his cock while he swallowed down Jason’s load.

“Mmm.” Jason moved off Abe’s heaving chest and lay down alongside him. “You make me crazy,” he said quietly as he leaned forward. He licked Abe’s neck and gently fondled his balls. “Completely crazy.”

“You can talk about that with the therapist,” Abe joked, his voice weak as he worked to fill his lungs.

Jason’s lips curled up. “No way am I telling anyone what my hot little teacher’s like in bed.” He flung his arm over Abe and drew him near. “Don’t want anyone to take you from me.”

“Not going to happen.” Abe snuggled close.

“You bet your ass it won’t.” Jason brushed his mouth over Abe’s. “And to make sure of it, nobody gets to know about this side of you except for me.” He bit Abe’s lower lip and husked, “You’re mine.”

Abe had never felt safe enough to share that part of himself with another man. Jason didn’t use flowery words or make grandiose gestures. He had a stubborn streak, a hair-trigger temper, and trouble recognizing emotions. But he made Abe feel cherished, protected, and free.

“I’m yours,” Abe agreed in a whisper.

Chapter 15

“DID YOU already shower or do you want to join me?” Jason asked as he rubbed circles on Abe’s lower back.

“I already showered and I want to join you.” Abe kissed Jason’s chest, gave him a final squeeze, and sat up. “You made me all sweaty.”

“I plan to get you sweaty again after the shower, baby.” Jason dragged his fingers over Abe’s cock and around his glans. “I’m going for a nice, deep ride, remember?”

His breath catching, Abe nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Grinning with satisfaction, Jason swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up.

Jason didn’t bottom often, but occasionally he seemed to be struck by the mood to be filled, and then he turned the tables. If ever there was a man who topped from the bottom, it was Jason. It made Abe hot, but then everything about Jason did that.

“Are you coming?” Jason asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” Abe shook his head to clear it and stood. “Yes.” He followed Jason into the bathroom, scooping up clothes from the floor along the way and then tossing them into the hamper. By the time they got into the shower, his brain was mostly operational again. “How was your day?”

“Other than finding out my son got into a fight and then coming home to a yelling match?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. Other than that,” Abe said with a smile.

“Not bad.” Jason picked up the soap, lathered it, and began washing Abe’s shoulders and chest. “There was one awkward moment when a patient’s husband and a family friend got into an exceptionally polite fight.”

Furrowing his brow, Abe asked, “How is a fight polite?” He got his hands soapy and slid them over Jason’s torso.

“Well, everyone was nicely dressed and kept their voices low, but the husband wouldn’t stop asking the friend why he was there, and the friend did everything he could to stand closer to the wife. Then things got even worse when the friend’s wife came and smiled at everyone while shooting daggers with her eyes at her husband.”