Chapter 13

He entered slowly, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pajama bottoms.

"Lock it." I told him before he could came any further and he did as I asked without protest, though the hand he used to turn the lock was shaking slightly and I realized just how nervous he was.  If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a virgin...but of course that was ridiculous.

I continued to watch his approach, choosing to remain in the same position in bed, but it didn't seem to appease his discomfort so I sat up and just as quickly he paused, uncertainty clouding his gaze.

"Come sit beside me." I patted the bed and he walked around the other side and climbed in. I turned to him when he was settled; back resting against the headboard.

"You don't need to be nervous around me." I told him.

He shook his head. "I'm not nervous."

"Really now?" I questioned and he nodded.

"Timmy asleep?"

Another nod and once again he bit his lip. I thought of how adorable he looked and my gaze raked over him. His face was flushed and I didn't fail to notice the bulge in his pants.

He'd been waiting for this I realized. He'd been waiting and he was ready.

I reached up to push the hair from his eyes and he swallowed.

"Kiss me." I commanded gently and this he did without hesitation. It was a simple press of his lips to mine but it was like heaven; soft, supple and moist. Then of course there was his eagerness, which was as much a turn on as the tongue that danced with my own.

I buried a hand in his hair and pulled him closer, loving the feel of his soft curls against my fingers and the brush of his warm body against mine.

"I thought you said you weren't going to come." I whispered against his lips before bending to trail kisses down his neck.

He moaned. "I wasn't."

"What made you change your mind?" I asked against his pulse and when I reached his shoulder, I pulled at his shirt and bit down on his bare skin. He gasped.

"I couldn't sleep?" he said, though it sounded more like a question and this time I suckled his flesh, making my own mark on his body.

"Take it off." I urged and pulled back to watch as he quickly discarded his shirt. When he reached for the pants, I took hold of his hands and pulled him down onto the bed before climbing over and pressing against him.

He moaned and once again I took his lips. For a moment, the thought that maybe I was going to fast crossed my mind, but when he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to him, all thoughts of going slow fled and very soon we were on a roller coaster of pleasure. I rocked against him, the only thing preventing more was the fabric of our pants.

 I continued to trail wet kisses over his chest, covering him with my own marks, wanting them to be the only things he saw when he stood before the mirror in the morning, wanting to banish all thoughts of the other man who'd marked him and all the others who came before me. I pulled away only long enough to run a hand over his skin, past his navel before dipping into his pants and when I touched him, his back arched. When I groped him, he become nothing more than a panting mess beneath me and when I pulled and rubbed, he called my name breathlessly.

 I continued to pleasure him, loving the feel of his nails biting into my arms as he held on tight and soon he was moving with the motion of my hand. Very suddenly I pulled away and his eyes which had been closed nice and tight, drifted open and I was staring into his unfocused gaze.

"Take them off." I whispered and again he was quick to act, pulling off the only barrier between us and as he did so, I did the same. I dropped my own pants on the floor by the bed and when he lay completely bare, I stared down at him. My gaze raked over his body. It was as smooth and beautiful as I'd pictured and I couldn't wait to take control of him.

As I continued to stare, his skin became flushed when he brought his hands up to cover his face, I pulled them away again.

"Turn off the light." Came his quiet request and with a grin, I leaned in to kiss his forehead, his eyelids, his nose and finally his lips, basking in their softness.

"Why?" I whispered, but he only shook his head, a blush settling on his cheeks. It was crazy how he could still be so shy, even at a time like this. It made me think of his innocence, something that not many people had left and after another brush of the lips against his, I reached over and turned out the lamp.

I didn't waste any time as I parted his legs and settled between them and he moaned when my flesh met his. I could still see his face in the dimness of the moonlight coming through the windows and what I saw made me ache. He was beautiful and innocent perfect. I ran a hand over him and with every kiss, the quicker his breaths came.

When eased up to press a finger, down between us and between his cheeks he panted and as I prepared him, he seemed to lose all control, falling apart in my arms and allowing me to take over.

I continued to mark him with my mouth and ready him with my fingers and finally, when neither of us could wait any longer, I positioned myself between his legs and took him, past the tight ring of muscle until I was inside and he cried out—his back arching, his breaths coming in shallow pants and finally when I began to move, he moved with me. 

Every time I bit him he cried out and when he moved his hand between us to touch himself, I took hold of his arms and kept them firmly trapped above his head.

"I don't think so." I whispered against his ear and his whole body trembled.

"Michael." He whimpered and I felt the heat spread throughout my body at the sound of my name on his bruised lips.  I moved faster, harder.

Everything he did seemed to turn me on more, like the little sounds he made every time I entered him and the way he gasped whenever I kissed his neck, his shoulder, his chest. God he was perfect... he was perfect and he was mine.

I rode him and he was there with me every step of the way. I kept his hands trapped still, wanting to be the only one who gave him what he needed, needing to be in control as I took him again and again.

And so it went. We came together and pulled apart over and over until the only thing left was the very end of our control and when I shattered, spilling everything into him, he came, hard and shuddering.

We lay unmoving in the aftermath for a long time afterward and it was only when our bodies cooled and he shivered underneath me that I pulled out and away.

I hopped from the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I grabbed a dampened towel and brought it back to bed to clean him up.

He just lay there in the semi-darkness, watching me as I tidied him and when our eyes met, he smiled, small and shy; even after everything. I grinned in return, before discarding the towel and pulling him towards me.

"You're perfect." I whispered, then nipped his lobe and he giggled, though the sound was muffled by his pillow.

 As the minutes ticked by, the silence between us was positively pleasant. The coupling had been perfect, just like everything tended to be with him.

"I love you." I whispered and this time he pulled away slightly.

"Don't say that anymore okay?" he asked, turning to face me now and I could just make out the desperation in his expression as he watched me.

I reached out to push the hair from his eyes. "I swear it's the way I feel Jason. I won't change my mind... I can't."

"Just...please?" he continued and for a moment we just looked at each other. His words cut, but his expression was much harder to bear and so I nodded.

"I should go back to Timmy now." He said then and when he meant to slide out of the bed, I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him back towards me.

"Stay with me tonight."

"But Timmy—"

"He'll be fine." I assured him and finally he settled down. We lay facing each other and for once, he watched me without looking away. Our eyes met and held and we lay staring.

In the moonlight I could just make out the hickey I'd made on his arm and another on his shoulder and on his neck and I traced a finger over each in turn. "These you can keep." I told him and he grinned.

"I will."

"Can I ask you something?" I queried and after a pause, he nodded.

I reached over and pulled the covers over our bodies and he snuggled closer.

"What would you do if Timmy turned out to be gay? What would you say to him?"

His brows furrowed. "How come you keep asking me all these questions?"

"I'm just trying to understand you." I answered honestly and for a while he said nothing until I wondered if maybe he wouldn't bother answering at all.

"I don't want him to be gay." He said finally and his words surprised me.

"Why would you say that?"

He shrugged as best he could while lying on his side. "Because everything's harder like this. People treat you like shit and everything's just harder. I want him to be normal." He said miserably.

"You think being gay isn't normal?"

"It aint normal to a lot of people and I don't want Timmy to have to deal with everything I gotta deal with. I can't stand it if he aint happy."

"He can still be happy if he's gay though Jace."

He looked at me as though I'd said something ridiculous and I ran a hand over his cheek.

"As long as he knows you love him and he knows that his family supports him he'll be happy."

"It aint always that easy."

"No...but it can be. I'm the perfect example of that. I grew up knowing I was gay and because I had my family's support, I was damn happy. I never once felt out of place, or abnormal and if Timmy does turn out to be gay, I know you'll make sure he feels the same way and if you give me a chance I'll make sure he does too."

He didn't comment on that, but his eyes remained on mine. "How come your dad found out about you?"

I smiled, running my fingers threw his curls as he awaited my response. "I was sixteen when I told my mom. It was hard telling her because I knew she always said she wanted grand-babies, but I did it and when she told me to tell my dad I was terrified."

"What did he do when you told him?"

I shook my head. "I didn't. I begged my mom to tell him for me because I was too afraid of what he might have done to me. Back then he was the scariest guy I knew."

"He still is." Jason commented and I chuckled.

"He's a softy once you get to know him." I said. "So anyway, my mom told him one day when I was at school and when I came home he was sitting in my room waiting for me. I remember thinking at the time that that was it...my dad was gonna kill me and I swear I nearly shit my pants when I saw him sitting on my bed waiting."

"Then what happened?" Jason pushed himself up on his elbow, his brows furrowed as he listened.

"He told me to put away my bag because we were going for a ride." I said "That's all he said and it took everything in me not to break down right there and convince him I wasn't really gay, but I went with him anyway. I couldn't cry in front of my dad...not back then."

"Where'd he bring you?"

"There was a lake a few miles from our house. It was one of my favorite spots. I liked to go out there sometimes on the weekends and relax, read a book, that kinda thing." I explained. "We sat down by the edge of the lake and I could tell he was pissed. Dad wasn't very good at hiding his emotions back then. He still isn't."

"Did he hit you?" Jason questioned with a frown and I smiled at how concerned he looked as he watched me.

"Nope. He never lay a hand on me, but he was pissed, just not for the reason I thought."

"Then how come he was pissed?"

"He wasn't mad because I was gay, he was mad because I wasn't the one to tell him and he was mad because I kept it from him."

"Then what did he do?"

"He told me as much. Said he was disappointed in me for thinking I couldn't come to him with something so important. That's when I started crying. I never could stand it when he was disappointed in me. I felt like I'd let him down. He was strict, but back then he was still my hero and I never liked making him mad."

"Did he beat you?" Jason asked again and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"No, he never touched me. My dad wasn't like that." I explained and when he only frowned I continued. "He hugged me and told me I didn't have a damn thing to cry about because there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay."

"He said that for real?"

I nodded. "Yup. He told me it was the way I was born and there was nothing wrong with me so I shouldn't have felt the need to hide it in the first place."

"That's real nice. I never thought he was a good guy."

"Well he is. The best man I know. After that he took me out and got me my first car. Said I deserved something nice after all the stress I'd gone through keeping everything to myself. It was the best day of my life."

"My dad would a never done something like that. He was a mean old piece a shit." He spat and I nodded slowly.

"Not everyone's cut out to be parents."

"What else happened with your old man?" he seemed to be invested in my coming out story now and I smiled at his eagerness.

"Well to be honest, a lot of things changed once he knew about me. We became closer than we'd ever been. We could talk about anything. I even told him when I got my first boyfriend and he threatened to sue my high school for discrimination unless they allowed me to take a guy to the prom in my senior year."

"Did it work?"

"Hell yeah it worked. One thing about my dad is he knows how to get his way."

Jason smiled. "That's real nice." He said as he lowered himself back onto the bed.

"So you see? As long as Timmy has your support, things will be easier. I'm not saying it'll be perfect, but it'll be easier."

"That's if he turns out to be gay."

"Exactly."

"Maybe I can meet him again." he said then "He wasn't so nice last time, but maybe he won't be so bad."

"I won't lie to you Jason; my dad's not the easiest man to get along with...especially if he doesn't trust you."

He was silent for a moment. "And he doesn't trust me right?"

"He's just overprotective. He's always been that way...but he'll come around." I assured him, then I leaned in to steal a kiss which he returned without hesitation.

We both jumped when we heard a cry from the other side of the door and Jason was out of bed in a flash, searching for his discarded pants. I found mine on the floor at the very foot of the bed and slipped it on before making my way over to the door.

When I pulled it open it was of course, to see little Timmy, standing there with tears in his eyes and bunny trapped by his side.

I lifted him into my arms and immediately, he rested his head on my shoulder, sniffling as I carried him into the room. Across the way Jason had finally found his pants and was making his way over to us, when I shook my head and pointed to the bed.

I deposited Timmy in the center and climbed in beside him. Before Jason could even climb in on his other side, the little guy had fallen right back to sleep.

I threw the covers over him and Jason caught the edge, pulling it over his body, slowly, hesitantly, as though expecting me to tell him he had to leave.

I offered him a small reassuring smile and he seemed to relax, stretching himself out on the bed.

I pulled what was left of the covers over myself and turned my attention to Jason who also lay with his eyes fixed on mine, and so the night went, until eventually we both fell into deep sleep with Timmy resting between us and the moonlight pouring through the windows.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

I RARELY UPLOAD TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY BUT I THOUGHT I'D GIVE YOU THIS CHAPTER AS A BONUS BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!

-ENJOY!

-DoUbLe.A

-unedited.