Whispers of Home (15 page)

“Not yet. Thanks for making lunch.” Jaron sat on one of the stools in the kitchen. “And thanks for being here for me. I don’t often have meltdowns. Just so you know.”

“I’ve never been in love, so I can’t say I know how it feels.”

“It’s...painful. But in a good way most of the time. The best thing is he absolutely adores Bobby.”

Brian nodded. “So what do you know about Jackson?”

“Why?”

“Travis and Jackson are best friends right?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he gay too?”

“Well, Travis is only gay for me remember.” When Brian took a playful swipe at him Jaron cackled as he moved out of the way.

“Set up a date or something.”

“You want me to set up a date with you and Jackson?”

“No, like a cook-out or whatever. Something casual.”

“You want me to throw a party so you can hook up with Jackson?”

“Yeah, exactly. That man is so fucking lickable.” Brian let out a dreamy sigh.

“I suppose I could do that,” Jaron said. He jumped off of the bar stool when he heard a vehicle pull up in the drive way. Seeing Travis’ black truck sent Jaron’s heart racing.

Travis didn’t even get two steps to the house before Jaron jumped into his arms. He had no choice but to catch him. Travis’ hands cupped his butt. A long finger ran up and down the crack of his jean clad ass. Jaron latched onto Travis’ mouth and didn’t stop kissing. He plunged his tongue into his mouth, tasting Travis for the first time in, what seemed like, forever.

Jaron broke off when Travis did, tilting his head. Travis licked and kissed his way down Jaron’s neck.

“Never do that to me again,” Travis whispered.

“Never again. I will listen next time. Oh God.” Jaron’s hips rocked up at the feel of Travis’ hard cock against his own. He had to get closer. He wanted to crawl inside Travis and never come out. He just couldn’t get close enough. “I need you inside me. Please. Now.”

Travis began walking his way to the house, Jaron felt him take the steps up onto the porch. One hand released his ass so that the screen door could be opened. Then Travis stopped in his tracks. Until that moment Jaron completely forgot about Brian. But Jaron was too far gone to really care if Brian was there or not.

“Oh don’t mind me. I’m like wallpaper.”

“Just don’t touch him,” Travis growled out, before he made his way up the stairs. Jaron returned his focus to Travis’ lips, licking his top lip before touching their open lips together. His tongue made its way inside Travis’ mouth. Travis gently lowered him onto the bed, his back hitting the soft gray comforter. He lifted off of Jaron and off of his lips. He unbuttoned and unzipped Jaron’s jeans, pulling them down along with Jaron’s boxers. When Jaron’s cock sprang free he let out a sigh of relief.

Travis chuckled. He kissed the tip of Jaron’s dick. Jaron thought for sure he was going to suck him in but didn’t. Instead he tilted his head, looking toward the door and said, “Don’t touch him or come any closer. Or I swear to God, I will rip your arms off of your body.”

Jaron looked confused until Travis moved off him just enough to show him that Brian stood by the door, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Jaron just knew his face turned five different shades of red. He turned away from Brian, looking up at Travis. Travis lowered onto Jaron once again, obscuring his view of the interloper in the room.

“He was only here as a friend, Travis. I swear it. This was not what I intended,” Jaron whispered against Travis’ cheek.

“I know, baby. I never thought that. If you don’t want this then I can make him leave.”

“I guess it’s okay. I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Me either. He won’t touch you. Or me. Okay?”

Jaron nodded. He definitely didn’t want anyone touching him but Travis. “No one but you.”

“Yeah. Take off my pants, baby.”

Jaron ran his hands down Travis’ back, over his ass, then around front to the button and zipper. He pushed his pants and underwear down, running his hands over his skin as he went. Travis stood and helped the rest of the way, bending to take off his boots, which he had forgotten about until they were obstructing his way. Jaron noticed he sat on the side of the bed that would keep Jaron’s body from being viewed by Brian.

Travis was still a little bit jealous after all.

Once Travis was naked he lay back down on Jaron. He kissed his lips once, just a light peck, not deepening the kiss at all. “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, baby.”

“Me too. I promise to listen next time.”

“I’m not going to cheat on you. Whatever we do, we do it together.”

Suddenly Jaron understood why Travis was allowing Brian to view their love-making. “That’s why you’re letting him watch. Even though you don’t like it. To prove sex is about our connection to each other.”

“It’s always gonna be about you, baby. Always. I only want you.” Travis waggled his eyebrows at him. “It’s the touching I have a problem with. Letting him watch kind of turns me on.”

Jaron chuckled. “It is kinda hot.”

Travis looked over at Brian. “Don’t you say a fucking word.”

Brian held up his hands. “I wasn’t going to. Wallpaper, remember?”

“Just keep it that way.” Travis returned his focus to Jaron, cantering his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together, pulling a moan from him. He did this twice more before he slid down Jaron’s body, licking his way over his right nipple, then his left. Jaron arched his back, nearly coming off the bed. When Travis moved on to his abdomen, slowly kissing lower, the anticipation nearly killed him in the most delicious way possible. He couldn’t keep still as Travis licked everywhere but at Jaron’s cock. Finally, Travis kissed the head of his dick before taking the whole thing in his mouth, sinking like the Titanic on his cock. Jaron’s eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing sped up. “Travis,” he cried out when he lifted his mouth off ever so slightly and plunged back down again. He set a pace that was unpredictable. He would pull almost all the way off and then plunge down, and then he would pull off halfway before slowly sinking down again, which was driving Jaron crazy with lust. He could already feel the tingles work their way down his spine to center on his cock.

When he felt a finger probe his hole, circling around it as if it was trying to find a home, he nearly lost it. Jaron had no clue when Travis got the lube, but the finger that probed him was slick when it penetrated. The finger in his ass set the same erratic rhythm as the mouth on his cock did. When a second finger was added he couldn’t help but rock his hips up to meet it.

“Now. Please. I need it.”

Travis’ wet heat lifted off his dick and his fingers left Jaron’s ass feeling empty. Then Travis rose above him, lining up his cock to Jaron’s entry. Jaron widened his legs, making room for him.

He could hear moaning from over by the door. That sound coupled with Travis’ heavy breathing as he entered Jaron in slow increments, was the most erotic experience of Jaron’s life. Jaron loved the slight burn the cock in his ass created as Travis fully seated himself inside.

“Love you, baby,” Travis said as his hands came around to frame Jaron’s face. Travis searched his eyes as if looking for something.

“Love you too.” Jaron leaned up and pressed their lips together, and at the same time, digging his fingers into his hair.

Travis pulled out almost all the way, and then pushed back in again. He did this twice more before he lifted up off of Jaron’s chest. Jaron’s fingers slid from his hair, finding a home at his pectoral muscles. Jaron ran his fingers over his nipples, dragging a moan from him, making him push in harder than he had intended.

Travis looked over toward the door and Jaron realized he was giving their audience a better view of his cock as it joined with Jaron’s body. Jaron looked at Brian, who had his cock out of his jeans. Brian’s gaze was riveted on that cock in Jaron’s ass. His mouth hung open to suck in as much air as possible, as his breathing sped up at the view Travis presented.

Travis plunged in again and Jaron returned his gaze to his lover. Travis smiled, his eyes half lidded with lust. Jaron was ready to come out of his skin when Travis set a slow steady pace. “Please. Harder.”

“If I give it to you harder you’ll come, baby.”

“Yeah make me come.” Instead of speeding up, Travis slowed down. Travis looked over at the door and then at Jaron. “If I let you come then you have to do something for me later.”

“Anything. Please, Travis. Stop playing.”

Travis chuckled. “You’ll do anything I say?”

“Travis,” Jaron whined when the man all but stopped. “Yes.”

That seemed to be the magic word because Travis sank in so fast it took Jaron’s breath away. Jaron reached down for his own cock and pumped to the rhythm that Travis set. As his eyes drifted shut at the pure bliss he felt, he heard Travis say, “No. Watch him come.”

Jaron looked at Travis, not sure if he was talking to him or not. But the man was looking toward where Brian stood. Jaron’s hand sped up as he watched the fierce expression take over Travis’ whole being as he tried to hold back his own release. The tingles started in Jaron’s spine shooting out of his cock. He couldn’t keep from crying out. Feeling Travis shoot into him, his hips stilling briefly, breaking his rhythm, made him shout out again.

Travis collapsed onto him, framing his face with his hands, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip absently. Travis just looked at him, smiling down, as if just drinking Jaron in, until his breathing evened out.

“That was...”

“Yeah. I think we just discovered we like to be watched,” Jaron chuckled, then sucked Travis’ thumb into his mouth.

Travis’ eyes heated. He pulled his thumb out and kissed Jaron.

Jaron heard the water running in the bathroom. It wasn’t long before Brian came back into the room. He looked a little smug but didn’t say anything.

“You tell anybody and I’ll rip your tongue out from your asshole.”

“Yeah, got it. You like to fling body parts and make people bloody, don’t you? Plus, who the fuck would I tell. There’s like three other gay people in this town besides us,” Brian said. Travis went to open his mouth but Brian beat him to it, saying, “I’m going, I’m going. Sheesh.”

Brian closed the door behind him. “We should probably talk about that,” Travis said, as his softening penis slipped out of Jaron.

Jaron let out a little grunt. Travis walked into the bathroom. Jaron heard water running as Travis said, “How do you feel?”

“Well fucked.”

Travis chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious.”

“I am serious. That was great.” Jaron smiled as Travis came out of the bathroom carrying a wet cloth. He wiped cum off of Jaron before returning to the bathroom, where the dirty clothes hamper was kept. There was no mistaking the love Jaron saw when Travis walked back into the room. How Jaron missed it before now, he didn’t know.

“I’m sorry. I should have been there for you last night and I wasn’t.”

“I understand about that, baby. I would have freaked the fuck out if I had seen you in the same position with some other guy. Shit, I would freak if it was some girl and I know how attracted you are to women.” Jaron held up his hand, his fingers in the form of a zero. “Yeah. Just promise you’ll talk to me next time we have issues.”

“I promise.”

“My cousin’s name is Amber Heath. You can google her or Facebook her or whatever.”

“No. I believe you.” Jaron stood to wrap his arms around Travis’ waist. He buried his face against Travis’ chest and just breathed his man in.

“And it wasn’t dancing, as much as it was consoling each other. She rode Trick every time she came to visit, so she loved him too.”

“I’m sorry, I was such a dumbass.”

“Yeah, but it’s my ass.” Travis kissed the top of his head.

Jaron smiled. “I wish I could stay in bed with you all day. But I have things to do.”

“I called mom and told her you needed tomorrow off.”

“What! When did you do that?”

“About thirty minutes before you called me.”

“You are the sweetest man ever.” Jaron smiled up at him.

“Remember that later. You still have to do something for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You promised.”

“It was during sex. It doesn’t count.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. Jaron released Travis and searched around for his boxers. He found Travis’ before he found his own. “Hey guys.”

“Just a sec, Brian. We’ll be right down,” Jaron yelled. Jaron handed Travis his underwear and went in search once again. “Damn it.” Jaron sighed in frustration, giving up on his quest.

When he straightened from looking under the bed he noticed his bright red boxer briefs hanging from Travis’ finger. “It counts.”

When Jaron went to grab for them, Travis pulled them away, out of Jaron’s reach. “Fine. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“And you will like it,” Travis whispered against his lips, handing the clothing to Jaron.

Brian had come to tell them he had to go. He thanked them for the good time, hugging both men before he left. Jaron was just grateful it didn’t appear to be too weird between them when both men did finally come down the stairs.

After he left they sat around the house, cuddling up on the couch, watching television together. Jaron’s mom was bringing Bobby home, since she spent the part of the afternoon volunteering at the school, so they had nowhere to be until tomorrow.

“Brian wants us to have a bar-b-q,” Jaron blurted out.

Travis kissed the top of his head. “That sounds fun. I think we should too.”

“Well, sure, but Brian wants us to so he can get into Jackson’s pants.”

Travis raised his eyebrows.

They decided to put the party off for two weeks, mostly because Travis had to go back and finish his negotiations with the other cattle rancher. It would seem the other ranch raised cattle that Travis wanted to buy into and the cattle were hard to find in the United States. So far the price wasn’t right but Travis was trying to work out some sort of deal. Who knew being a farmer required a person to be a good negotiator. Not Jaron, that was for sure.