Chris woke up happy. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know that he was already happy, but the moment he did, the feeling increased tenfold, because Jamie’s head was on the pillow next to his, blue eyes soft in the murky light of dawn, and smiling.
“Hi,” Chris whispered.
“Hi,” Jamie murmured back.
They had spent their first full night together since before Jamie’s birthday and it had been perfect. They had slowly undressed each other, Chris being careful to ease Jamie out of his sweater and shirt, placing gentle kisses on the skin of his left side, which was showing the deep purple of bruises over the fractured bones every time Jamie winced or hissed in discomfort.
Jamie was comfortable on his right side and so they lay facing each other, feet tangled together, fingers tracing patterns on skin as they kissed. Oh, and they kissed for hours, soft and unhurried, occasionally sucking or biting delicately at a lip or a tongue before continuing, fingers entangling in hair or stroking over firm, toned shoulders.
They ordered pizza, which was left outside of the door by Aunt Helen for them to pick up at their leisure, and they ate it in bed whilst watching M*A*S*H re-runs. Boomer came back from a long walk with a staffer and curled up at the bottom of the bed for a couple of hours, asking to be let out once Chris and Jamie started kissing again. Chris felt a little sorry for the dog, but not sorry enough that he’d stop putting his mouth on every inch of Jamie that he could get to.
Waking up to him was the most amazing feeling and Chris shuffled closer to Jamie, closing the small gap of bed between them and sliding his hand over Jamie’s left hip, leaning forward to lazily kiss him. Jamie gave a low groan deep in his chest as his tongue prised open Chris’s mouth and licked inside with long, languid strokes that made Chris inhale sharply. Jamie’s uninjured hand found its way into the short hair on Chris’s head and tugged him closer, breathing sharply through his nose as their kiss quickly deepened.
Chris’s belly started to tighten, his cock rapidly hardened, and he had completely forgotten about Jamie’s ribs until his hand moved up his back to tug him closer.
Jamie hissed immediately. “Ah…shit, that hurts,” he gasped, mouth breaking away from Chris’s as he rolled onto his back, covering his face with the arm clad in the plaster cast.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Chris replied guiltily. “I got a little carried away.”
Jamie laughed painfully, small huffs punctuated with more gasps. “My fault—I kinda set the pace.” He slid his arm over his head and looked at Chris with a small, apologetic smile. “Does this mean no sex for, like, a month? Because I’m not sure I can deal with that.”
Chris laughed and curled up around Jamie’s right side, rubbing his belly in small circles. “What? Is slow kissing and gentle heavy petting not good enough for you?”
Jamie grinned at him, covering Chris’s hand with his own. “There’s only so much of that I can take before it’s just not enough anymore. Especially not around you!”
Chris grinned back and put his head in the space between Jamie’s shoulder and chest, listening to his breathing, which was slightly labored. He had to admit, if Jamie’s ribs hadn’t been hurting, Chris would have been absolutely ready to pull his boyfriend on top of him.
He bit his lip, suddenly struck with an idea. “You know, you could…” he trailed off, unsure.
He felt Jamie shift to look at him. “I could what?”
Chris took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at him. “You could always…top me?”
Jamie blinked, then started to laugh. Chris’s cheeks went warm, and he quickly looked away.
Jamie stopped laughing immediately. “Oh, my God…you’re serious.”
“It was just a suggestion,” mumbled Chris, feeling a little stupid. “It was dumb…you don’t have to…”
“Shit, Chris. No, I…I didn’t mean to laugh! I…” Jamie’s injured hand nudged Chris’s face back up. “I thought you were kidding.”
Chris took a deep breath. “It’s okay,” he replied meekly. “Its fine if you don’t want to…”
“I want to, you idiot,” Jamie said seriously.
Chris sucked in a breath.
“I want to, but…I mean…how many times have you done that?”
Chris bit his lip again. “I guess, I can count on one hand.”
“Shit,” breathed Jamie, his head falling onto the pillow while he gnawed his bottom lip. After a second, he looked at Chris again. “I want to, I just don’t want to end up hurting you.”
Chris pushed himself up on his elbow and smiled, telling Jamie the same thing he’d told Chris the first time they’d had sex. “There is nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t want you to do.”
Jamie’s eyes searched his face, looking for any sign that Chris was at all unsure about this, before eventually swallowing hard and whispering, “Oh, God, come here…”
* * * *
Jamie’s mouth was gorgeous heat, soft and wet and perfect as he mouthed Chris’s shaft, running his lips over the hardened flesh before tonguing the head. Chris bit back a groan as his cock hit the back of Jamie’s throat. and his lover swallowed the thick flesh, making these small, sweet noises that vibrated around Chris’s cock and drove him crazy. It was so good, so warm and deep, that it made Chris’s thighs tremble with want, and he actually whimpered when Jamie let Chris’s dick fall from his mouth.
He didn’t feel the loss for very long, though, as Jamie stroked the shaft while mouthing the soft skin of the twin globes between Chris’s legs, sucking them, tongue massaging them, and Chris forced himself not to cry out.
But when Jamie’s tongue began to lick between the cleft of Chris’s behind, he couldn’t stop himself from doing just that. Jamie’s tongue was rough yet so gentle on Chris’s sensitive skin, lavishing him in long wet strokes from his balls, and up and over his entrance. He’d never felt anything so amazing as the dual sensation of Jamie’s smooth palm running over his cock, teamed with the rough, warm tongue and the breath that instantly cooled his wet, heated skin.
He was pretty sure he whined when Jamie’s finger, slicked with cool gel, breached him a few minutes later.
Chris panted and forced himself to relax around the intrusion, not so much painful or even uncomfortable, but strangely unfamiliar.
He gave up on the idea of reciprocating, unable to concentrate on anything but the heat coiling in his belly as Jamie’s fingers opened him at a leisurely pace, leaving Chris with no option but to bunch his fists into the sheet and groan.
But all too soon, he hissed at the loss of the warm, smooth fingers as they slid from his body. To compensate, Chris turned around, placing a kiss on Jamie’s spit-slicked mouth as he straddled his hips and sank onto Jamie’s hard cock.
His breath came in small huffs as he felt himself stretch easily, his body accommodating the thick flesh with no resistance. Jamie trembled under him, moaning and experimentally rocking forward and back.
God, but Chris hadn’t done this since he was nineteen and this was about a million times better than he remembered. He was so full, and it felt so perfect because he had never been in love before.
Chris didn’t move fast, preferring instead the slow, undulating movement of his hips that made sure Jamie was as deep inside of him as possible. And when his knees started to burn with the pressure, he shifted himself to ease them and saw stars as he hit that sweet spot.
“Oh…FUCK!” Chris breathed. “Fuck…right there…right…oh, God…”
Wordlessly, Jamie’s fingers encircled Chris’s dick, and his orgasm, when it happened, was slow, like it had been simmering under the surface for a long time only to bubble over and wash through his belly and thighs and chest as he let out a shuddering groan and came all over Jamie’s hand and belly.
He sagged forward and to the side, curling up in a panting ball next to Jamie, who stroked Chris’s sweat-soaked hair.
Chris closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he tried to get his heart rate down to the point where he wouldn’t pass out, then he realized with a jolt that Jamie hadn’t finished.
“Oh, God, I am so selfish! I didn’t even think about getting you off!”
Jamie laughed, a soft huff in the back of his throat so it wouldn’t put any unnecessary strain on his ribs. “Ah, don’t worry about me.”
“Not a chance. If I get to have the world’s most outstanding orgasm, then you have to have one, too.”
“What did you have in mind?”
To reply, Chris wasted no time taking Jamie into his own mouth, and sooner than expected, Jamie tensed, and his fingers tightened in Chris’s hair, being all the warning Chris got. He pulled off his lover’s cock just before Jamie came all over his own belly, his thighs shaking. Chris lapped it up, groaning as the cooling bitter-salt semen coated his tongue before he swallowed it. Then he placed a tiny kiss on the head of Jamie’s dick before sliding up on the bed, feeling monumentally proud of himself.
Jamie was breathing shallowly, his eyes closed as Chris kissed him, making sure that Jamie could taste himself on Chris’s tongue.
Jamie sighed as he pulled away, smiling. “I love you. You know that, right?”
Chris grinned at him. “You know I love you, too, right?”
“I’m starting to believe it.”
“Good, because it’s true.”
Jamie chuckled and rolled onto his back, running his hand over his face. “Oh, God, what time is it?”
Chris leaned over to look at his watch. “A little after six-thirty,” he replied. “I have a meeting with Foster at ten…”
“Oh, please, can we not ruin the moment by talking about Nick Foster?” Jamie laughed. “I am currently riding the high of endorphins and am pain free—I don’t want to spoil it.”
Chris kissed him again. “Let’s go back to sleep for a bit then.”
Jamie gathered Chris to his right side. “I can do that…”