over Sunday evening, I was hard enough to break boulders. And thinking about you and imagining your voice whispering in my ear had me shooting so hard I could have parted the Red Sea."
Jackson snorted and grinned at Steve as he shared the joke. "Same for me. I was so tired Monday mornings that I would often wish I could stay in bed all day, imagining you beside me. You've been my jerk-off fantasy since our first face-to-face."
"You're not disappointed?" Steve had to ask, even though he was afraid of the answer.
"Disappointed in what?" Jackson queried, looking genuinely puzzled.
"Well, you're so handsome. You could have any guy you wanted. I'm not exactly…"
"You're perfect just the way you are." Jackson's voice was firm, resolute with his belief. He pulled Steve's chin again, forcing Steve to look at him.
"But I'm fat. And I've got a huge butt."
Jackson had the temerity to laugh. "Is that why you're wearing the clothes from the Jolly Green Giant?"
"Well, I didn't want to frighten you off. You've never seen how big it really is." Steve glanced away, embarrassed by the turn in the conversation.
"Honey, I hate to tell you, but I've seen your gorgeous ass many times. How many times have you gotten up and turned your back to the computer to get your tea? It was the highlight of my conversations with you every time you got up and I got an eyeful of that beautiful ass of yours. If I could have reached though the screen and kissed that perfect bubble butt, I would have. Trust me when I say that your beautiful ass has featured in many, many midnight fantasies. I was so happy to see you in person and when you were climbing up the stairs in front of me, I nearly came in my jeans. Your ass is the most perfect ass I've ever seen."
Steve harrumphed, uncomfortable with the compliment.
"And at least to once a month," Jackson pressed. "I'm the happy witness to a wet T-shirt display when you spill your drink on yourself. Seeing your body framed in those wet clothes, well I'll tell you that's the highlight of my month. You're beautiful, just the way you are, honey. I wish you could see it too. Is that the reason you joined the gym?" Jackson looked like a light had just clicked on in his head.
"Well, yeah. I wanted to look good for you."
"Honey, you look perfect. I love you just the way you are. But I enjoyed hearing about your adventures turning the gym to the dark-chocolate side. Made me want to be here, tasting your brownies instead of some guy named Jim. I was so jealous of him."
Steve grinned happily at that. Thinking that Jackson could be jealous of someone else sent his heart racing in his chest.
"Do you really think I look okay? Even though I'm fat?"
"Honey, you're not fat. You're perfect. You're healthy and you work hard. There's nothing wrong with the way you look. I think you're beautiful."
Steve bit his lip, hesitating. He didn't want to sound needy and whiny, but he had to know.
"Then why didn't you kiss me at the airport?" Steve's voice cracked as he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Jackson smiled, leaning closer to Steve until there was only a breath between their lips.
"I wanted to. The moment I saw you I wanted to throw you up against the nearest wall and ravish you until we both screamed."
"Then why didn't you?" Steve almost pleaded. The thought of Jackson ravaging him had Steve so hard he saw spots floating before his eyes.
"I didn't want our first kiss to be in the airport in front of prying eyes. I wanted to savour your taste and your smile all to myself." Jackson smiled wryly. "Corny I know, but there it is."
"It's not corny," Steve breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from Jackson's. "It's romantic and perfect."
Jackson leaned forward, capturing Steve's lips in a soft, tender kiss that quickly escalated to a passionate flame. Dinner and wine were soon forgotten as Steve pulled Jackson's body away from the table and pressed himself full length against the hot male form he'd been fantasizing
Jackson snorted and grinned at Steve as he shared the joke. "Same for me. I was so tired Monday mornings that I would often wish I could stay in bed all day, imagining you beside me. You've been my jerk-off fantasy since our first face-to-face."
"You're not disappointed?" Steve had to ask, even though he was afraid of the answer.
"Disappointed in what?" Jackson queried, looking genuinely puzzled.
"Well, you're so handsome. You could have any guy you wanted. I'm not exactly…"
"You're perfect just the way you are." Jackson's voice was firm, resolute with his belief. He pulled Steve's chin again, forcing Steve to look at him.
"But I'm fat. And I've got a huge butt."
Jackson had the temerity to laugh. "Is that why you're wearing the clothes from the Jolly Green Giant?"
"Well, I didn't want to frighten you off. You've never seen how big it really is." Steve glanced away, embarrassed by the turn in the conversation.
"Honey, I hate to tell you, but I've seen your gorgeous ass many times. How many times have you gotten up and turned your back to the computer to get your tea? It was the highlight of my conversations with you every time you got up and I got an eyeful of that beautiful ass of yours. If I could have reached though the screen and kissed that perfect bubble butt, I would have. Trust me when I say that your beautiful ass has featured in many, many midnight fantasies. I was so happy to see you in person and when you were climbing up the stairs in front of me, I nearly came in my jeans. Your ass is the most perfect ass I've ever seen."
Steve harrumphed, uncomfortable with the compliment.
"And at least to once a month," Jackson pressed. "I'm the happy witness to a wet T-shirt display when you spill your drink on yourself. Seeing your body framed in those wet clothes, well I'll tell you that's the highlight of my month. You're beautiful, just the way you are, honey. I wish you could see it too. Is that the reason you joined the gym?" Jackson looked like a light had just clicked on in his head.
"Well, yeah. I wanted to look good for you."
"Honey, you look perfect. I love you just the way you are. But I enjoyed hearing about your adventures turning the gym to the dark-chocolate side. Made me want to be here, tasting your brownies instead of some guy named Jim. I was so jealous of him."
Steve grinned happily at that. Thinking that Jackson could be jealous of someone else sent his heart racing in his chest.
"Do you really think I look okay? Even though I'm fat?"
"Honey, you're not fat. You're perfect. You're healthy and you work hard. There's nothing wrong with the way you look. I think you're beautiful."
Steve bit his lip, hesitating. He didn't want to sound needy and whiny, but he had to know.
"Then why didn't you kiss me at the airport?" Steve's voice cracked as he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Jackson smiled, leaning closer to Steve until there was only a breath between their lips.
"I wanted to. The moment I saw you I wanted to throw you up against the nearest wall and ravish you until we both screamed."
"Then why didn't you?" Steve almost pleaded. The thought of Jackson ravaging him had Steve so hard he saw spots floating before his eyes.
"I didn't want our first kiss to be in the airport in front of prying eyes. I wanted to savour your taste and your smile all to myself." Jackson smiled wryly. "Corny I know, but there it is."
"It's not corny," Steve breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from Jackson's. "It's romantic and perfect."
Jackson leaned forward, capturing Steve's lips in a soft, tender kiss that quickly escalated to a passionate flame. Dinner and wine were soon forgotten as Steve pulled Jackson's body away from the table and pressed himself full length against the hot male form he'd been fantasizing
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