The Half of Us (Family 4)

Did that mean Jason was no different than Cindy’s boyfriend? Did it mean he wasn’t, in Jason’s own words, serious about Abe? And would it matter if it did, or could Abe be satisfied rolling along as they were, with Jason at the center of his life in some ways and a stranger in others?

“I’m beat but I guess instead of making dinner, we can grab a bite at a sports bar while we watch the game.” Jason sighed. “Just tell me Cindy goes to bed early and she’s a really heavy sleeper, because I haven’t seen you since Tuesday, and three days is about as long as I can go without fucking you before I start losing it and snapping at innocent bystanders.”

Abe chuckled, partially because the comment was funny and partially because it was true. He didn’t know anyone with as high a sex drive as Jason’s.

“I’m not sure why you’re laughing,” Jason said. “I bet you’re crawling up the walls right now too.”

Correction. He didn’t know anyone other than himself with as high a sex drive as Jason’s.

“I’m better than you at dealing with dry spells,” Abe said.

“Uh-huh, right,” Jason said disbelievingly.

“I am!”

“You sure about that?” Jason asked, the tenor of his voice dropping dangerously.

Though he knew he should be wary of whatever Jason had planned, Abe was too invested in his position to back away. Plus, he was curious about what Jason would do to prove his point. So he said, “Yes.”

“Did I tell you what I’ve been thinking about when I’ve jacked off in the shower these last few days?”

Abe’s breath hitched at the immediate visual that slammed into his head: Jason naked, wet, and hard. “No,” he said.

“I was thinking about how much you love my cock.”

Denying the statement or calling Jason arrogant was futile because he was right. The long, thick shaft, darker than Jason’s deeply tan skin, made Abe’s mouth water.

“Last time I saw you, I couldn’t get you away from it.”

After work on Tuesday, Jason had come to Abe’s apartment. They’d made dinner, eaten at the small kitchen table, and chatted about nothing in particular before going to bed, where Abe settled between Jason’s thighs and traced every vein on his magnificent dick with his tongue.

“I don’t remember you complaining,” Abe said huskily, his mouth watering and his own dick swelling at the memory.

“It’s not a complaint, baby. I love the noises you make when you’re going down on me.”

“Noises?” Abe asked hoarsely.

“Mmm-hmm. They’re these quiet little moans, almost like whimpers. Turns me on to hear how into it you get.”

Breathing heavily, Abe leaned against the wall and dropped his hand down the front of his jeans.

“I bet you’re touching yourself right now, just from thinking about it,” Jason said. “You want to know the part that gets me the hottest?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When I came and you opened your mouth and took it all in on your tongue. I fucking love how eager you were to taste it, and when I was done, do you remember what you did?”

Abe whimpered.

“That’s right. You rubbed my cock all over your face, didn’t you? Those pretty lips and round cheeks, your eyelids and neck, you got ’em all slick while you jerked yourself off.”

“Jase,” Abe said breathlessly.

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t want to go out.” Abe licked his lips. “I want us to get naked so I can suck your cock and ride you while you’re watching the game.”

“Come over to my place,” Jason growled. “I’ll order pizza.”

“Your three favorite things all at the same time,” Abe said with a strained laugh. His balls ached.

“Hanging out with you, fucking you, and eating dinner with you?” Jason asked in confusion.

“College basketball, pizza, and fucking,” Abe reminded him.

“Oh. Right.” Jason paused. “I may have to amend my list.”

And just like that, Abe got the answers to his questions—no, he wouldn’t be happy living on the sidelines of Jason’s life indefinitely, and yes, Jason was serious about him, but he didn’t quite know it yet or maybe he didn’t know what to do about it. Thankfully, Abe had a lot of patience and plenty of time to figure out how to get both of them where they wanted to be.

“HI.” ABE leaned up for a kiss as he walked into Jason’s house.

“Hi, baby.” Jason pushed the door closed, cupped both sides of Abe’s face, dipped down, and covered Abe’s lips. He lingered, licking and nibbling, tugging Abe’s lower lip between his own before slipping his tongue in and then beginning the process over again. “Mmm,” he sighed when he pulled away. “I missed that.”

Dazed, Abe blinked up at him. “You’re a great kisser.”

“It’s easy when I enjoy it so much.” He smiled, and Abe’s heart throbbed. However long it took for them to move forward with their relationship, he would wait. He wasn’t in a rush, and his dream of a white-picket-fence life with a forever guy had morphed into a longing for a forever life with this guy.