Mr. Jaguar (11 page)

“Turn around,” Mike ordered, slipping to his knees on the mattress. “I’ve been waiting ages to properly see your ass.” He had a lazy, self-satisfied smile on his face that James could imagine waking up to every day. The moment that idea came to his mind, it sank its clutches into his heart and refused to let go. This was way scarier than losing his virginity had been. It wasn’t just about having sex.

James exhaled and slowly turned to his stomach, groaning when his cock slid against the fabric and sank into it under his weight. Mike’s fingers traced James’s back and all the way to his buttocks, until he parted them gently, awakening a deep, carnal need all over James’s body. He was gasping, writhing on the sheet, grinding his hips in the air, and Mike was the only man who could satisfy him.

“It’s so firm. I bet you do special exercises just for your ass.” Mike snorted and ran his fingers along the crack.

James curled his toes and spread his thighs farther. “Guilty.” He smiled and closed his eyes, absorbing Mike’s warmth into his skin.

“You want guys to notice it at the gym and chat you up?” Mike laughed and drizzled some lube between James’s buttocks. A shudder ran through James at the cool slickness, but he arched his back and moved his hips just enough to brush his skin against Mike’s knee.

“I usually work out when no one’s there. My gym’s open 24/7.”

“Why would you take away the viewing pleasure? Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself?” Mike spread the lube between James’s ass cheeks, teasing the anus with his thumb.

James pulled a pillow closer and hugged it. He angled his hips and started making tiny moves in response. The pressure felt so good. “I’m not into hooking up with random guys,” whispered James.

“Good boy. Ready for a proper stud.” Mike pushed his slippery thumb into James’s ass and wiggled it gently. “So fucking tight…”

James yelped and squeezed his ass around the finger. Even with the lube it was rough, and he looked back at Mike. He needed more than that finger touching him. “Lie down?”

Mike smirked and plopped next to James, never taking his finger away and teasing the sensitive anus. “I love the idea of fucking a guy,” he groaned and kissed James’s lips.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” whispered James, drinking in Mike’s warm breath. He pulled closer, providing his arm as a pillow.

“I did it with girls a few times.” Mike slowly pushed in another finger, stretching James and nipping at his lip from where his head was resting on James’s bicep. The fingers were both solid and gentle, a calming presence in the most vulnerable spot on James’s body.

He slowly moved his knee up, letting it rest against Mike’s leg, and gasped against his mouth. “After you came out?”

“Before. I don’t wanna think about it now though. I wanna think about your balls, your dick, your chest…” Mike groaned and pushed his fingers in farther.

James’s whole body throbbed in response, and he reached down, curling his fingers around Mike’s thick wrist. He pulled on it, pressing the digits in deeper, a delicious slide that made his brain scramble. He slowly turned to his side, pressing even closer to Mike. He was right between the heat of his lover and the much cooler air at his back. “You can feel it now.”

Mike dove in for another long kiss and pushed James to his back. His half-lidded gaze made James yearn for another kiss. Mike pulled his fingers out and kneeled between James’s thighs. “I wanna see you open up those legs for me.” He ripped the condom packet with his teeth. His warm voice, the lust glazing his eyes were the key to James’s heart, and he felt it turn.

In the nest of warm fabrics, James spread his knees, with his eyes trained on Mike. His lungs ached with every breath as if Mike still held his large palm over James’s chest, even without touching him. It was calming and sweet where James sensed it against his ribcage. “You’re not nervous.”

“Should I be? Just because I’m a gay-virgin?” Mike snorted as he rolled the condom onto his dick. It was erect again and seemed even bigger than before. “I’m too horny to be nervous.” Without another word, he grabbed James under the knees and pushed his legs up to get full access to James’s ass. Having Mike’s weight on top was the sweetest strain imaginable.

James gasped, grabbing Mike’s shoulders. He felt so vulnerable. What if this all turned out to be some kind of elaborate joke? What if Mike only accepted his apologies to get into his pants? His body, however, had no doubts about what it wanted. His stomach fluttered, warm and throbbing with an itch only Mike could scratch. “Well, I am,” he uttered.

“How so?” Mike asked, nipping at James’s jaw as he slid his cockhead over the slippery hole, only teasing James for now.

James swallowed hard, looking up at him. He kept his hands on Mike’s shoulders, just in case he felt he needed to push him back a bit. “This changes things. Since yesterday, everything has been so crazy. Like I’m in the
Twilight Zone
with an alternative version of you. One that is actually easy to stand.”

“‘Easy to stand’? Wow, talk about encouraging. You really do know how to wow a guy.” Mike groaned, gently pushing with his cock, without actually sliding it in.

James gasped, trailing his hands up and down Mike’s thick, warm neck. “What I actually mean is… I think I’m gonna miss this,” he uttered, completely absorbed by the face above him. The world stopped at the edge of the bed.

“You think too much,” Mike said, and his cock pushed right in, emptying James’s mind of all unnecessary thoughts. He couldn’t even speak because Mike’s lips were on his again, that hot tongue penetrating him just like the thick dick.

James clutched at Mike, holding him tight in any way he could think of. Wrapped completely around the big, warm body, James slipped into blissful weightlessness that seemed to swallow him whole. He was completely open to Mike. Nothing hurt, and all he felt was that sweet tingle in his belly and where Mike was entering him. He wouldn’t be able to count to ten without making a mistake.

Mike pushed all the way in, pressing all air out of James’s lungs. The hard prick pulled back halfway, only to enter again, and again, and again. With James’s knees forced up high, Mike laid his whole body weight on top of him, grinding his hips against James’s ass at a rapid speed. He was like a warm cage of flesh and blood that kept James from flying off the mattress with the cock pistoning between his buttocks, and the fervent yet gentle lips on his face.

James moaned, shocked by the intensity of sensations hitting him at once. He clawed his fingers into Mike’s cheeks and clutched his thighs around his lover’s eager hips. “Slow down,” he whispered, his body trembling when Mike’s hard thrust nailed his prostate.

“Too much for Jamie?” Mike rasped with a grin, but slowed down, the movements of his hips becoming languid, stretched out, but never stopping.

“It’s been a while,” muttered James, but a sharp pang of pleasure turned his body into boneless goo. “Much better… that’s good.” He cupped both sides of Mike’s face and angled his hips for that spot to be hit again. Every time that big, glorious cockhead brushed over his gland, it was like a wave of warm sea washing over him and tugging on his cock. From the inside. “That angle… it’s great,” he whispered, gazing into the green of Mike’s eyes.

“Oh, yeah? I can do this all night.” Mike’s voice came in a low rasp, just as sweet as the wave-like movement of his body over James. His cock was hitting that sweet spot inside James each time as Mike thrust into him faster again.

The sound that came out of James was halfway between a laugh and moan. “Don’t make empty promises,” he whispered and bit the tip of Mike’s nose. Now that his body had adjusted to the intrusion, the speed became heart-meltingly sweet. He wished Mike could deliver what he promised because James needed this so much that he was prepared to endure any discomfort that could follow on the next day.

“No empty promises.” Mike looked into his eyes, and the world slowed down, even with the heat between them and the thrusts still relentless.

James gasped, pulling Mike’s face lower. Inch by inch, the heat came closer, Mike’s eyes turned darker, and James was ready to come. He grabbed his dick and started frantically jerking off to the rhythm of Mike’s thrusts.

“I wanna be the one who makes you come,” Mike whispered into James’s lips, sending his world into a spin. The penetration became slower, but strong and hard as Mike held onto James’s hair. Each one was perfectly angled to nail James’s gland. He had no idea how much Mike knew about guy on guy sex, but he certainly was a keen observer.

James had a thousand words to say to that, but as he looked into Mike’s eyes, nothing came out. He nodded and pulled his partner down for a hungry, desperate kiss. They were on fire. He was about to come with Mike Miller inside of him.

Mike wrapped his arms under James to pull him as close as humanly possible, and that was it for James. He came with a low cry, clinging to Mike so hard his joints ached. His eyelids fell shut, ragged breathing made him high on the air, and he simply let go. Bliss descended on him like molten lava, and it was like coming after being teased for years, all of his secret fantasies and hurts coming together in one glorious moment when tension left his body.

“Love the way you clench those muscles,” Mike blabbered, moaning into James’s ear with his last few thrusts. Having Mike between his legs without a hint of fear was such an overwhelming experience that James just clung to him, kissing his partner’s hot skin, lapping up the fresh sweat. He could hardly believe his luck. It was the greatest kind of closure he could ever get. He held Mike through his orgasm, gently petting and scratching the fiery flesh. Mike’s back was so tense and muscular James would love to kiss it all over, and then roll to his back for Mike once again.

Mike let out a shuddery breath as he pulled out. He took a moment to dispose of the condom but then was right back, pulling James into a tight hug. “I’ve never been with anyone like this.”

“Me neither,” whispered James, hiding his face in the crook of Mike’s neck. His well-used hole throbbed, as if already missing the cock, but the never-ending kisses Mike was pressing to his shoulder were making up for it.

James let his legs relax, and having Mike’s hot fingers explore his thighs was making it even better. Funny, he would have never taken Mike for a cuddler.

“I wouldn’t have known it was your first,” whispered James, holding him close. The gentle petting of his thighs was the sweetest massage.

“Was it good for you?” Mike looked up at him, his green eyes sincere and hungry for appreciation.

James swallowed. Was Mike Miller feeling self-conscious about his performance in bed? He smiled and nuzzled Mike’s nose, hooking one knee over his partner’s hip. Strange, throughout his long-term relationship, he never felt as at ease with his boyfriend as he did now, with a ghost from his past. A very fleshy ghost. He was naked in every possible sense. And he loved it. “I’m great, thank you,” he whispered.

Mike chuckled and covered them with a soft sheet. “The pleasure’s all mine. Maybe I can provide it again tomorrow.” His eyes had that dreamy look when he traced circles over James’s forearm. It burned, as if he were marking James with some unknown signs.

“I could show you some tricks,” whispered James, drunk on the sweetness that Mike was turning out to be.

“Like the throat one. You need to do it again because I don’t think I got it the first time,” Mike said. It didn’t matter that they were both sweaty and sticky, James could stay like this for a long time. “I think I didn’t even know how much I was missing out,” Mike added, but even though the context was dirty, he sounded strangely serious.

James chuckled, hugged him close, and kissed his stubbly cheek. “Why, you want to learn that?”

“N-no,” Mike uttered, but never backed away for a second. “I mean… It’s about more than sex. It’s about being close to another man. It’s so much deeper. Such a connection.” He licked his lips, watching James with a slight frown.

James breathed out, his chest constricting as he stroked Mike’s cheek. “It’s not something that always happens.”

“I can imagine not everyone is so in sync with you.” Mike never looked away, hardly even blinking.

James throat throbbed in unison with his heartbeat. “This was… kinda intense,” he whispered, trying to stifle the burst of hope in his chest. Maybe he and Mike could get to know each other better?

Mike slowly rolled half of his body on top of James again. “It made me feel alive.”

James gave him a frantic nod. “It’s like… I’ve been crushing on you all this time, and now I finally got you.”

Mike smiled back at him and stroked the side of James’s body. “You did. You’re a lot sweeter than I imagined.”

James chuckled, heat rushing to his face. “No, I’m a dick.”

“You definitely
have
a dick.” Mike nuzzled his cheek.

That statement pressed a full on grin to James’s face. He felt so comfortable with Mike, like they had no worries in the world. “So… was that the final push into the gay lifestyle?” he whispered, a bit embarrassed with where the conversation went.

Mike snorted. “Yeah, I suppose there’s no turning back. Anything can happen now.”

James sighed and leaned in to kiss Mike’s nipple. “What was the original plan? What did you want to do?”

Mike bit his lip and let out a deep breath through his nose. “It’s stupid. I was saving up to get a helicopter license.”

James stared at him with a growing sense of loss. It must have been a blow for Mike, who kept a job throughout high school, collecting the money, only to have it taken from him. He didn’t know if it would have been enough to pay for the course Mike wanted, but it would have been a start, something Mike didn’t have. Someone who changed so much, who was such a sweet, caring guy, deserved a chance. “It’s not stupid.”

“It is. I don’t know what I was thinking. I kinda imagined it would get me into a different world. That I’d get to see things. Even if I was just an air chauffeur.” Mike ran his fingers through James’s hair.

James leaned into the caress and pulled Mike’s other hand close, to hold it against his lips. “You would have been a great air chauffeur. You have a way with people.”