Ends of the Earth

“The thing is…” Jason cast about.

“You don’t need the ‘right’ words. Just talk.” He smiled encouragingly.

“Okay. The thing is that sex was really…vulnerable, I guess. I was scared. Overwhelmed at how close I felt to you. I’ve never had that with anyone. Never trusted someone that much. Giving up control like that? It wasn’t easy.”

“I understand.” Ben’s blue eyes shone with warmth and love. “Like I said, we can go slowly. It’s not a sprint—it’s a marathon. Or something. That was supposed to sound deep.”

Jason kissed his chin and gave him a wink. “Super deep. And mmm, a sex marathon sounds pretty good now that I’ve had a chance to process everything.” He dropped his voice lower although they were already talking softly. “Now that I know what to expect, I want more. In every position possible.”

His whole body went hot as Ben rolled on top of him with delicious pressure, staring hungrily. “We don’t have our own bed yet, but let’s see what we can do in a bathroom.”

Quite a lot, as it turned out.

Flipping the lock and pressing Ben against the door, Jason whispered, “I want to suck you.”

Eyes flickering, Ben moaned softly as he tossed a condom and bottle of lube on the counter. “You have no idea how hot it is hearing that come out of your mouth.”

Jason was determined to use his mouth to get Ben a whole lot hotter, and he dropped to his knees, the fuzzy blue bathmat cushioning him as he tugged down Ben’s pajama bottoms. The head of Ben’s cock was stained a deep red, and he licked at it like he would a cherry popsicle before sucking fully.

Ben’s hands tangled in Jason’s hair, not pushing or pulling, but heavy and good. Grounding. To have Ben’s cock throbbing in his mouth and filling his senses, hearing the little pants and moans, was pure heaven.

Jason sucked greedily, sloppy and probably doing it all wrong. But Ben wasn’t complaining, his thighs quivering as he hoarsely whispered, “That’s it.”

Experimentally, Jason ran his tongue up and down the ridge on Ben’s dick. Breathing through his nose, he slid down farther, but gagged. Ben’s gentle hands guided him back. “Not too much the first time,” he murmured.

Jason swirled his tongue around the way Ben had done to him in the hotel, and bobbed his head up and down, sucking firmly. He thought of what always got him off when he masturbated, and cupped Ben’s balls in his hand, rolling them together in his palm. Ben moaned loudly and his hips thrust up sharply. Jason followed his lead and sucked faster and harder.

Then Ben urged him to his feet, kissing him deeply and moaning into his mouth. “Going to make me come already.” Breaking their kiss, he kicked off his PJs and got rid of Jason’s too. “Need to fuck you again. You still want that?”

Jason laughed, his whole body electric. “Is that a trick question?”

Ben leaned in, his lips at Jason’s ear, hands sliding down to palm Jason’s ass cheeks. “You want me to fuck you?”

Cock jumping, Jason nodded.

“Can you say it? Can you tell me what you want?”

Even after everything, Jason’s face went hot. “I want you. Please, I…I want you to fuck me.”

Ben groaned, rutting against Jason. “Want my cock in your ass?”

It clearly turned Ben on to hear things out loud, and a frisson of power snaked down Jason’s spine. “Yes. Fuck me, Ben. I want your cock in me. Stretching me, filling me. I want all of it. All of you.”

Ben practically growled, and Jason found himself bent over the counter, Ben on his knees behind him, spreading his ass. Licking the crease. Gasping, he thought, Good thing I had a shower last night.

Ben’s laughter huffed against his tender flesh, and he realized he’d said it out loud. Then Ben’s tongue found his hole. He coated it with saliva, licking and kissing and poking inside as Jason clung to the counter and tried not to moan too loudly, incredible sensations pulsating through his body. He pressed his forehead to the mirror, glimpsing his red face and wet lips, desire-dark eyes.

He inhaled sharply as Ben’s slick finger slid inside him. The pressure burned beautifully, and Ben added a second finger. Jason’s whole body was on fire. “Fuck me.”

Standing, Ben’s teeth grazed Jason’s earlobe. “How about you fuck yourself?”

“Huh?”

His ears rushed with so much thick, heavy want that he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. But he understood when Ben stretched back on the bathmat on the floor and urged Jason to straddle him.

Ben rolled on the condom and slicked it, then guided Jason to sit and press down. “Take only as much as you want.”

Inch by glorious inch, Jason impaled himself on Ben’s cock, controlling his descent, his body flushed and alive, muscles flexing. He leaned over to kiss Ben messily, their tongues seeking.