First Flight, page 10
Jesse laughed, and the two of them scrambled up the steps, crashing into one another in the doorway. Jesse caught Chris before he could fall and kissed him, Chris pushed Jesse against the doorjamb with his hips, and then they were standing in the middle of their room.
“Naked,” Chris said, but he frowned a little.
“Yeah, naked together,” Jesse said, “but what?” Maybe Chris had changed his mind?
“Should I take off my clothes? Or will you?”
“Oh,” Jesse shrugged and grinned at him, “I don’t care. Do you want me to undress you? I will.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding at the other young man. Maybe it didn’t matter.
“Great,” Jesse said, and started getting Chris out of his clothes. “Heh, been a while since I did this.” Helping Chris with his clothes when they’d first met hadn’t been the same, since he’d been diligently ignoring Chris’s body.
“I’ve never done this,” Chris said, slightly muffled as his undershirt covered his face. “I like it so far.”
“Right.” Jesse dropped the shirt on the floor, then unbuttoned Chris’s pants. “And you’ll tell me if you don’t like something, right?”
“I don’t like having my pants on,” Chris said, then laughed at himself.
“Well, there, now they can come off,” Jesse said, smiling as the zipper tab reached the bottom of Chris’s fly.
“Good. I don’t like you having your pants on either. I want to see, please.” He put his hands on Jesse’s waistband, his lower lip protruding as he concentrated on getting the button open.
“And now I can get mine off,” Jesse said, wiggling a little.
“I want to— Is it okay, if I look?” He’d seen Jesse without clothes before, when they were getting ready for bed or dressing in the morning, but that was different. This was naked together, and naked together with kissing.
“Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine.” Jesse took a step back and held his arms out to either side. “Look all you want. Touch all you want, whatever.”
Chris tipped his head and gestured at Jesse. “But I can’t see. Pants!”
Jesse laughed and shook his head, hooking his thumbs in the waistbands of his pants and underwear alike. “It’s only fair, since I can’t see you either.”
“Oh.” Chris skinned out of the rest of his clothes and put his hands on his hips. “Now you can.”
“Okay, okay,” Jesse said, as he got undressed. “There.”
“Tell me again why yours is different, please?” Chris looked down, then back and forth between their bodies.
“My—oh, right,” Jesse nodded and glanced down at his erection, “because I’m circumcised and you’re not.”
“Right.” He stepped over his clothes, closing the distance between them. Chris looked up as his curious fingers touched Jesse’s belly, his attention drawn by the odd sound that the other young man had made. “Okay?”
“You’re fine,” Jesse said, then bit his lip as Chris’s hand dropped onto his cock. “Mm.” He spent a lot of the following few minutes with his lip between his teeth and his hands curled up, while Chris touched him all over.
“You…. Hm. Like this….” Chris murmured to himself as he knelt on the carpet, one hand still wrapped around Jesse. “And then like this.”
“Oh,” Jesse said, folding his hands together on top of his head, “God.”
“God?” Chris sat back and looked up.
The look on Chris’s face—right, he’d never done this before. Jesse brushed Chris’s hair back and said, “You’re perfect, I swear. If you want to keep go—oh-kay.” He yanked his hand back to keep from spoiling the moment.
Meanwhile, his little voice was busy wondering why Chris was trying to eat Jesse when he was not food. Chris ignored it because Jesse had done it to him, he’d liked it, and he was trying to see if he could fit all of Jesse into his mouth.
“Chris,” Jesse said, gently putting his hands on dark hair, “Chris, you need to stop. Please.” God, Chris’s nose was right up against his skin and he could feel Chris’s tongue, there at the base of his dick; if he didn’t stop—
Chris sat back once more, disappointed and worried. “What’s the matter?”
“C’mere.” Jesse leaned over and helped him to his feet, then kissed him. “I just, uh, I just didn’t want to hurt you. It felt amazing, but I didn’t want to, y’know, forget that you’re kind of new at this.”
“Okay,” Chris said, more puzzled than mollified. “Did I hurt you, last time?”
“No! No, it’s just that I didn’t want to pull your hair or anything.”
“Oh! I see.” He nodded, then stood on his toes to kiss Jesse again.
Jesse pulled Chris up against himself, sliding his hands over pale skin as he deepened the kiss.
“Jesse? Did you still want to get in bed?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said, then cleared his throat. “Yes. That would be great.”
Chris bounced on his toes, then scrambled into Jesse’s bed. He closed his eyes as the smell that was Jesse filled his senses, wrapping around him and making the little voice say things like more! and so good and right and mine.
He leaned over and gently pushed at Chris’s shoulder, then crawled up onto bed and boyfriend alike, a pleased sound escaping him as their cocks touched.
“Good,” Chris said, then hummed and pushed himself up against Jesse. It felt… it was beyond words, the way it felt to have so much of Jesse’s skin touching him, to be rubbing against him. It was like Saturday but so much more, so much better, that he couldn’t think of anything else. “More. More?”
“Ah,” Jesse held himself still, eyes closed for a few moments. “More how? Like this?” He let Chris bear a little more of his weight, tilting his hips so that their cocks slid together. His fingers curled into the sheet as Chris moaned and thrust up against him in response. God, he wanted so much more than just this, wanted to taste Chris again, wanted wanted wanted. Jesse also did not want. He didn’t want to push Chris into anything, didn’t want to push too far too fast. Not like he had with the kiss under the tree.
“Kiss me,” Chris gasped, running his hands over Jesse’s body, trying to touch as much as he could reach. “Kiss me and do that again.”
“Okay,” Jesse said, and leaned down. The kiss was sloppy, all need and no grace, their bodies rising and falling together as thought was subsumed by desire. Chris’s hands swept over him, leaving an electric thrill in their wake, and Jesse was losing what was left of his self-control.
Chris couldn’t keep kissing Jesse. There was something coiling, pushing, driving him to arch up and pull Jesse down and he could not get enough.
Jesse could feel it, in the way Chris was tensing beneath him, could hear it in every needy pant. “C’mon, Chris,” he said, grinding down, “c’mon, c’mon.”
That was it, what he needed, just that much more friction and Chris cried out as he slipped away, into a fiery brilliance that held him close.
Jesse put his head down and redoubled his efforts, mumbling against the side of Chris’s neck. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease—God, God—” He came, shuddering and gasping. As his orgasm faded, he went boneless, draped over Chris.
“Jesse?” Chris’s voice was soft.
He slid off to Chris’s left. “Hm.” Jesse knew they should really get up and shower before his parents came home, but it was really, really nice to just lie there.
“Jesse, that was, that was liver and brains and flying and eggs all at once,” he said, swiping fingers through the viscous stuff on his skin. He sucked them clean and hummed. “You taste good.”
“That good?” Jesse made an amused sound. “I do? You’re not bad yourself.”
“Maybe better. But eggs and liver are very good. Hm.” He turned over and kissed Jesse, briefly. “Good. Now what?”
He laughed. “I’ll help you compare them whenever you want,” he said. “Now… we should clean up and put on some clothes, at least before Mom and Dad get home.”
“Good, because I will need to. I might forget which is best.” He grinned brightly, then sighed in contentment. “All right. But first I think I will kiss you again.”
“And that would be bad.” Chris’s kiss forestalled further conversation, not that Jesse cared.
The phone rang again, in the middle of everything. Chris grumbled and picked up the handset, passing it over to Jesse.
“Uh, hey, Swanson’s,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound too winded.
“Aw, did you run to answer the phone? See, I knew you’d change your mind about me.”
“No. I didn’t. I haven’t. I won’t. Stop calling.” He hung up, his pleasant mood shattered.
“Kevin, again?” Chris sat up and pulled his legs in, wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t like that.”
“I don’t, either,” Jesse said, looking at him. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and see who’s winning the game.”
“Hello, Swanson’s,” Leanna said, her mouth turning down as the caller spoke. “Yes, he’s right here. Just a moment. Jesse, it’s Kevin, for you.”
“I’m eating dinner,” Jesse said, but he got up and went into the kitchen anyhow. “What?”
Leanna’s brows pinched together as she returned to the table, but she didn’t say anything.
“Jesse, come on. I’m gonna change, you’ll see. I’ll come out to everyone! And then you’ll be happy, right? Come back to me. I’ll let you fuck me.”
“No. I’m not interested. I’ve got to go, it’s dinner time. Bye.” He hung up and sat down again, scowling at his peas.
“You told him not to call,” Chris said, turning his favorite spoon over and over again. “But he did.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jesse said, shaking his head.
“Kevin’s been calling you? I thought you broke up with him,” Desmond said, pulling the pot roast toward himself.
“I did. He doesn’t seem to feel the same way, and he keeps trying to convince me to come back to him.” Jesse shrugged. “I don’t want to. And I’m not available anyhow, and even if I was I wouldn’t be for him. So, um, if he calls back in the future, I’m not around or available or whatever.”
“Not available?” Desmond’s brows rose.
“Um.” Jesse ducked his head and raised his shoulders. “Um, Chris and I, we’re going out. I asked him a little while ago. After I told you we weren’t.”
“Ah.” Desmond looked back and forth between the two of them. “Okay. Just….”
“I know, you don’t wanna know,” Jesse said.
“Right,” Desmond said, waving a hand. “You don’t wanna know about me and your mother, so it’s only fair.”
Jesse laughed. “Yeah, that’s true,” he said.
“Why not?” Chris said, looking up from stacking slices of his potatoes au gratin.
“Because they’re my parents,” Jesse said, making a face. “I love them, but I don’t want to know anything more than they still love one another.”
“Okay,” Chris said, pressing his fork through the stack and lifting it from his plate. He still didn’t really understand it, but apparently “no details” applied to why as well.
“I’d be the same way if you were, uh, dating a girl,” Desmond said with a shrug. “Just so you know.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Good morning!” Kevin smiled and waved at the two who approached him.
“Good morning,” Chris said politely, though he was not at all pleased to see the other man.
“Go home, Kevin,” Jesse said, scowling at him. “I don’t know why you’re here, but if it’s to ask me—”
“No! I’m here to apologize.” He looked sad, hanging his head and folding his hands together. “To Chris.”
“Apologize?” Chris frowned. “Why?”
“For hitting you. For the whole produce thing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Will you forgive me?” He looked up, eyes wide and face guileless.
Jesse frowned but kept his mouth shut. Chris deserved the apology, and he could just keep his doubt about Kevin’s sincerity to himself.
“You should not have,” Chris agreed with a nod. “Okay.”
“Thanks! So, maybe we could be friends?”
There was something about the way Kevin spoke that bothered Chris, but Leanna’s examples of politeness overrode his discomfort. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe?”
“That would be awesome,” Kevin said, smiling and nodding. “We could go to the movies tonight!”
Chris looked at Jesse, then shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I have to work tomorrow morning. I can’t be up late.”
“Maybe tomorrow night?” Kevin leaned forward, a bit of anxiety on his face. “Or this afternoon? You still have the afternoon off, right?”
“I’m going to be late,” Chris said, gesturing at the building beside them as Jesse pulled at his sleeve. “So is Jesse. We have to go.”
“Okay, sure,” Kevin said. “I’ll ask you later, okay? Have a good day!”
“Yeah, sure, you too,” Jesse said and tugged Chris along as they went into the store.
“That was strange,” Chris said, looking over his shoulder, just in case. “Is he sick?”
“Sick? I don’t know,” Jesse said, “but he’s definitely creepy. I don’t think you should go anywhere with him, especially not alone.”
“I don’t want to,” Chris said. The idea of being alone with Kevin made him want to hide or put his back up against a wall so that he could see everyone and everything. “I will not.”
“Glad to hear it.” Jesse sighed, then turned his thoughts toward more cheerful topics. “Let’s go out for lunch, okay? I’ll drive you home after.”
“Out? Oh! Could we go to Betzalel’s Deli?” Chris closed his eyes for a moment of contemplative bliss. “Liverwurst.”
Jesse laughed and nodded. “Sure thing.”
“Call holding line two for Christopher. Call holding line two Christopher.”
“Hello?”
“Hi, Chris,” a vaguely familiar voice said. “So how about that movie?”
“Um, I’m sorry, who are you?” A few girls had tried to invite him to movies, but the voice was a man’s. It wasn’t Jesse’s, either; maybe it was Jesse’s friend Lucas?
“It’s me. Kevin. You didn’t recognize me?”
“I’m sorry, you sounded different. I didn’t know it was Jesse the first time he called on the phone.” Kevin. He wondered if it would be a bad thing to just hang up.
“Oh! That’s okay then. So, we’re still going to the movies this afternoon, right?”
“Um….” Chris tried to remember agreeing to go. “I don’t want to.”
“But we’re friends,” Kevin said, sounding hurt. “Why not?”
“We aren’t friends. I said maybe, that is, not are. And I do not know you. I do not like you. I do not like the way you make me feel. I do not want to go anywhere with you.” Chris hung up and rubbed his hands on his apron, unsettled.
“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice said from behind him. He jumped slightly and turned around.
“How can I help you?” Chris tried to smile.
“I was just wondering if you knew anything about avocados,” she said, holding out a couple of them. Her hair was a strange mixture of dark brown, caramel, and bright pink. “I’m supposed to be making guacamole for a party tonight, and I can’t remember how to tell if they’re ripe or not.”
The business of fruit and vegetables helped to restore some of his usual calm. “Um, yes. Let’s see. They’re ripe if, when you squeeze them, they’re very faintly squishy.” Chris took the avocado from her left hand and squeezed it gently. “This one seems about right.”
“And this one, too,” she said, holding up the other one with a smile. “Great, thanks so much.”
“You are welcome,” he said, solemnly handing over the avocado.
“Liverwurst, liverwurst, liverwurst,” Chris sang to himself, ten minutes later, as he straightened up the carrots. “Livery livery liverwurst.”
“You like liverwurst?”
“Yeeark!” Chris jerked around, hands and a carrot held up in front of him. “Oh, it’s you. Are you shopping for fruit or vegetables?”
Kevin shook his head. “No. I came by to see you. Do you like liverwurst? I could get you some.”
