ashamed.
Jared
snuck one hand around in front of Fenix and took his cock into his hand. He
jerked him off in the same rhythm as his tongue worked his hole. Fenix felt his
balls tighten as his stomach clenched, and he was coming so hard that for a
long moment he lost track of time and space and direction. He didn't know if he
was lying down or standing up, or if he was even still breathing.
Jared’s
arms around him and his warm breath on his neck brought him back to reality. He
was saying things like, ‘I’ve got you’ and ‘ Shh , it’s
OK’ over and over again and Fenix realised he was shivering violently. His body
was still in shock from all the pleasure.
With
Jared’s help, Fenix finished rinsing off, and walked out of the shower. Jared
gave him a fluffy towel to dry off with and guided him towards the bed. Fenix’s
body felt boneless. He was so tired that he felt like he would topple over any
second. Flopping down on Jared’s bed, Fenix threw the covers around himself and
Jared followed. He wrapped Fenix securely in his arms and kissed the top of his
head. Fenix voiced the last thought that went through his mind before he fell
asleep:
“Has
it ever been like this for you?” His voice was almost inaudible, his words
slurred as if he was drunk.
“Never,”
Jared whispered, and that was the last thing Fenix heard before he fell in an
exhausted, dreamless slumber.
Chapter five
Jared
The bright
sunlight streaming through the windows woke Jared up. Closing the curtains had
been the last thing on his mind last night and now he was paying the price. The
light didn't seem to bother Fenix though. He slept peacefully in Jared’s arms,
his head tucked under his chin. Memories from the previous night, or rather
early morning, assaulted Jared’s tired consciousness. Had all that really
happened? It seemed like a dream, a distant memory, even though it had been
just a few hours ago.
Jared
was by no means a virgin. He’d been with lots of men, all of them attractive
and experienced. Yet, he’d never felt like that before. Last night had been a first for him, in a lot of ways. He’d never
before invited a guy he’d just met back to his place, for example. Granted,
Fenix wasn’t some random guy – they’d met and talked at the theatre and they
were going to work together, sort of. But still... Jared
shook his head slightly.
He
could sit there and analyse his behaviour, his feelings, his need for this man
all he wanted, but it wouldn't make any damn difference. Jared wanted Fenix
here, right here in his bed, and he’d wanted, no – craved – everything that had happened last night. But what was more, he wanted it to happen all over again tonight, and the
night after that. He wanted to wake up with Fenix sprawled on top of him
tomorrow and the morning after.
Was
that realisation scary? Hell yes.
Jared’s
only sort of a relationship until now had been with Adam, but he’d never felt
that way about him. He’d never needed Adam so much that he wasn’t willing to
let him out of
sight, even for a second.
Despite
all that, despite the fact that he’d known Fenix a day , despite all rational thought and reason, Jared decided that
he was not going to stand in his own way. He was not going to sabotage whatever
this was, overanalyse and obsess over it. He was going to be honest with
himself and with Fenix, and he’d take one day at a time.
Fenix
stirred in his arms, sighing softly as he turned on his back. His long bangs
fell in his eyes and he swatted them away sleepily. He looked so cute, so young
and sexy and gorgeous. Jared’s heart flipped inside his chest and he felt a
sharp stab of tenderness. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over Fenix, cupped
his cheek and kissed his lips gently. Fenix frowned and pouted, but didn't open
his eyes.
Jared
smiled. Just when he’d thought Fenix could not get any cuter, he pouted in his
sleep. Those plump lips were made for pouting. And