Rupert shrugged, clearly trying to hide his glee. “I did what you said, and it worked. Can’t believe I never thought of it that way before. Perhaps if I had, I wouldn’t have been so shit-scared of it all.”
That theory held a host of conflict for Jodi. A Rupert who’d been at peace with his sexuality might not have found his way to Jodi’s bed.
Stop being a selfish dick.
He stopped, distracted by Rupert crawling back up the bed, still naked, hard, and outrageously beautiful. Jodi tugged him down on top of him. “I wanna blow you too.”
Rupert laughed. “Sure about that? ’Cause you look near enough asleep to me.”
“Do I?”
Rupert’s answering chuckle sounded distant, growing fainter as Jodi slipped into that magical trance between sleep and consciousness, his favourite phase of sleep. As a child, he’d often wondered if it felt like that when you were dead.
It was midmorning when he woke for a second time, sprawled on his back like he’d had the best orgasm ever.
Rupert smirked down at him from his position propped up on the pillows. “All right?”
Jodi nodded slowly as his faculties returned to him, and he remembered that it was Friday, the day he left free for admin or doing sweet fuck all, and Rupert wasn’t working either, leaving them both naked with nothing to do and nowhere to be.And I owe him a blowjob.
He sat up and pounced on Rupert, swallowing his gasp with a crazed kiss, covering Rupert with his body and pressing him into the mattress. Rupert was bigger than Jodi, taller, stronger, but he put up no fight as Jodi pinned his arms above his head.
“Don’t move ... unless I tell you to.”
Rupert raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Jodi took his cue and moved down Rupert’s body, pausing at each sensitive zone—his neck, the curve of his chest, the trail of chestnut hair that led to his cock—to acquaint himself with the body he’d been craving to explore from the moment they’d met. And it was worth the wait. Hard, smooth, and lean, Rupert was everything Jodi had dreamed of and more. He reached Rupert’s dick and teased it with the tip of his tongue. Rupert jumped. Jodi grinned and did it again. He’d planned on giving Rupert the blowjob of his life, bringing him to the brink over and over until Rupert begged to be allowed to come, but watching Rupert fight to stay still beneath him, fists clenched, jaw set, his eyes a heady mixture of curiosity and desire, Jodi had another idea.
He gave Rupert’s cock a gentle tap. “Wanna fuck?”
“What?” Rupert’s eyes widened. “I’ve never—”
Jodi crawled quickly up the bed. “I don’t mean any heavy shit. Trust me, yeah? I’ll do it all.”
Rupert sucked in a shaky breath. “What do you mean, all of it? I don’t want to play the v-card, but I’ve never ... and I don’t think I want to—”
Jodi silenced him. “I’m going to ride you. Fuck you from the bottom, if you’re comfortable with that. The stuff you’re talking about can come later, or not. You don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”
“No? Thought it came with the territory?”
“Hell no.” Jodi shook his head. “Being gay isn’t about getting fucked. I do it because I like it—more than like it—but plenty of men don’t. It’s not obligatory.”
Rupert nodded slowly. “I’ve thought about it a lot, even before I reallyknew, you know? And I don’t want to. I’ve tried it on myself, and it doesn’t feel right, which is kinda weird, because I think about you in that way all the time, and it doesn’t feel wrong at all.”
“That’s because there is no right or wrong, Rupe.” Jodi touched Rupert’s cheek. “Just us.”
Rupert covered Jodi’s hands with his own. “‘Rupe’? No one’s ever called me that before.”
“Does it feel wrong?”
“No, nothing about you ever does.” Rupert raised his hands again, returning them to where Jodi had placed them. “Do what you want with me. I’m yours.”
His warm, comfortable smirk let Jodi know Rupert was ready for whatever he threw at him, and his choice of words stirred something in Jodi. He kissed Rupert with a softness that belied the rising heat between them. “I’m yours too, you know, if you want me.”
He pulled back before Rupert could respond, sitting up and grinding down on Rupert’s cock. “This is what I’m going to do. Think you can handle it?”
Rupert swallowed. “I can try?”
Jodi chuckled and reached across Rupert to the bedside table, retrieving his long-neglected stash of johnnies and lube. “Babe, you don’t have to try to do anything. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Can I touch you?”