Page 39 of AJ’s Fire

“Wow.” AJ smiled. “Okay. Yeah, um, wow.” I started to stroke him, but he stayed still, with his hand on my dick, making these adorable, shocked sounds.

He leaned in and brushed my lips. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled. “Just like that.”

“Wait!” I pulled back and reached over him for the lube, returning to catch him looking in wonder at his hand still on my dick.

“AJ?”

Oh my God, Jackson.” He jumped me then, flipping me over until he was on top. He kissed me briefly but insistently, seeking out my hand and taking the lube. He leaned back and covered one of his with the gel. It felt like we wouldn’t even need it with the amount of pre-cum coating my lower region from our grinding and thrusting.

“We have all night, right, cariño?”

All I could do was nod.

“I need you to fucking make me come right now. I need your hand on me, jerking me off. You, Jackson,” he said in amazement.

He grasped my hand and melded it with his until my palm was as slick with lube as his was. Then he reached between us and grabbed me once more.

It was my turn to babble as he began tugging and squeezing. “Oh fuck, just like that, baby. Just like that.” I didn’t know what AJ called his hookups, maybe they were all his “cariño,” but I was always very careful to avoid terms of endearment. That night, it slipped out unbidden.

I rolled us back to our sides and took him in hand too. Our faces remained close, and he whispered, “It’s so different doing it to you, like I’m backward and in heels. Does it feel okay?” I wanted to laugh at his reference, but at that exact moment, it felt so okay that all I could do was moan and let out a terse, focused nod.

We continued to jerk each other off, too intent on the task at hand to keep kissing. We huffed each other’s breath, grunting as our hands and dicks knocked into each other. Our eyes locked until the feeling became too intense, and I had to look away. I snuck a glance down at the frenzy between us, and I knew AJ was doing the same when his forehead leaned into mine.

“It’s so different, doing it to someone else,” he said again, marveling over it and babbling once more. “I’ll do this anytime you want, Jackson. It feels so fucking good. Just want to make you feel good. Just need to see you smile.” He leaned back as if the sensations were getting to him as he said, “I just want to hear you come.” Only he’s the one that came on the word, shouting it out until it turned into, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” And for the first time, outside of porn, I was witnessing another man ejaculate. Not only witnessing it but feeling it as the warm release dripped down my fingers.

Hot, I thought, but maybe also said out loud as I swatted AJ’s hand away and replaced it with my own, my fingers now covered in his juices. I was a desperate mess as I demanded, “Watch me.” Through his dazed afterglow, AJ lifted up on his elbows and raised his head, and we both watched as my slicked, cum-soaked hand rode up and down my heavy shaft.

“Yeah, fucking hot,” AJ agreed with the lopsided grin I’d always loved lighting up his face.

A few more beats, and AJ sat up, clambering over as I lay back, and he planted himself between my legs.

“I love it when they do this,” he said as he began to fondle my balls, getting a little rougher and tugging at them as I continued my work. “You gonna come for me like this, Jackson? Scream for me like I screamed for you?”

“Yes.” I had meant it as an answer, but it became my cry of, “Yes, yes yes,” as I came so hard that some of it landed on AJ’s chin.

For a split second, I thought about being embarrassed. This man who, as far as I knew, before that night had never once entertained being with a man, was now sitting between my legs, nestling my balls in one hand, my cum dripping down his chin.

The notion only lasted for a flash before AJ’s face spread into a mischievous smile as he swiped the spot with his thumb and then sucked it into his mouth without hesitation. I swear my dick twitched at the sight, even in its spent state. I know the sound I made was nothing short of a growl as he took his time sucking that digit.

“I’ve always wondered.” He shrugged. “Never even tasted my own.”

I flopped back on the bed. This man was going to kill me.

“Stay right there, cariño. Do not fucking move. God, look at you.” He reached his hands out; was he going to grab my thighs? Instead, he hoisted himself over me and off the bed as he said, “Fuck. I’ll be right back.”

And he was, two towels in hand, using the wet one on his dick as he walked toward me. Watching him had me thinking it again: this man will kill me.

He used the same washcloth to first wipe off my hand, then the evidence of my pleasure from my chest and stomach before venturing lower. He hesitated for only a second before touching my shaft with the cloth only, but I caught it.

Then he ran the dry towel over my sweaty forehead, looking at me with such adoration, before drying us off and tossing both towels to the floor.

He flopped onto the bed next to me, and the two of us laid shoulder to shoulder, heads slightly propped on pillows, looking down at our feet.

“We should probably talk,” AJ ventured.

“I still don’t understand what you’re doing here. This is like a dream.”

“That was no dream, Jax. That was fucking amazing.” He tipped his head toward me conspiratorially. “And all we did was jack each other off!”