Page 136 of Silent Damage

Jason’s eyes narrow, and his head cocks to the side, clearly thinking about something. “Gabe…”

“Yeah?”

“Am I your first?” he asks.

I’m frozen—my voice stuck in my throat. But then my cheeks heat up, and I know I’m caught. My head nods, and my eyes fall.

“Look at me,” he says.

It’s hard, but I manage to do it. Jason’s face is etched with conviction. “Gabe. You mean so fucking much to me.”

He embraces me again, but his hands are different. The possessiveness is gone—the firm grips and tight holds. He’s softer. Gentler.

He takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom, then lifts my shirt over his head. It lands on the floor, and Jason falls to his knees, methodically untying my shoes and removing them. Jason undresses me like it’s a sacred act—his hands disrobing me with reverence until I stand before him completely naked.

“Lie down,” he instructs. “On your back.”

I do, and Jason undresses, never taking his eyes off me. He stands there once he’s done, his eyes looking over me with hunger. “You’re beautiful, Gabe.”

It takes my breath away. “You are,” I say.

“No…I’m hot in a chaotic way. You’re beautiful. Your skin is like marble, and your hair reminds me of the ocean at night. You’re stunning.”

His words land heavily in my chest. My eyes burn with emotion, and my heart pounds. “Nobody has ever said anything like that to me.”

“Because people are stupid,” Jason replies.

He crawls toward me and kisses my tear-stained cheeks. “I want you to feel good tonight, Gabe. I want you to feel good all of the time. You deserve it.”

His words…they break my heart. Because he doesn’t know the truth, I don’t deserve to feel good. “You don’t know that,” I tell him. “You don’t know if I deserve that.”

“You do. Believe it, Gabe. Please.”

He rests his body on top of mine and stares into my eyes. Our lips connect, the kisses sweeter now—less desperate but no less intense.

Jason kisses along my neck, then down my torso before dragging his tongue along my length in long, slow strokes.

I caress his face, and Jason’s eyes close as my hand touches him.

He sits up, taking my legs with both hands, and gently pushes them to my chest before licking my crease.

Our eyes stay connected as he does it—his face never losing that mix of reverence and conviction.

“Does it feel good?” he asks.

“So good,” I pant.

Jason smiles and begins pulsing my hole with his tongue. “That’s my favorite, Jason.”

My words compel him to pulse deeper inside me. His tongue is fully penetrating me, and I writhe in ecstasy. Soon, my sounds fill the trailer, and I’m afraid I might orgasm from this alone. “Jason…I need you.”

He smirks, then grabs the lube from the nightstand along with something else. “What is that?” I ask.

“It’s a prostate massager,” he responds.

“W-what?”

Jason laughs. “While you were buying air conditioners, I was buying vibrators. My mind’s always in the gutter, I guess.” He slicks it with lube, and I fold myself in half so that my asshole is exposed.