He removed his hand and found Jesse’s instead, tugging Jesse’s fingers and guiding Jesse to his own cock.
“Show me how you like it,” Arthur whispered, curling Jesse’s fingers around the length.
Jesse took a pause before starting to stroke himself. In other circumstances, he might have felt uneasy touching himself for someone else like this, especially someone with whom he hadn’t been intimate before, but Jesse could tell from the look in Arthur’s eyes—the curiosity and fascination there—that this was his way of easing into something more vulnerable, like bringing each other pleasure. Arthur only watched for a few more seconds before starting to fiddle with the buttons on his own pants.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice wobbly. “I’m worried I might come while watching you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want to see you,” Jesse said, keeping his voice warm.
Arthur slipped off his pants. When Jesse caught sight of Arthur’s cock, his breath caught.
“Good God, Arthur,” Jesse said, stopping mid-stroke.
Arthur’s cock was as magnificent as the rest of him. It was long and thick and, oh, fuck, it was the most perfect thing.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Jesse shook his head. “Nothing.”
Arthur’s eyes flitted back and forth between both of their cocks a few times.
“I’m a little larger than you, perhaps, but—”
“More than a little,” Jesse corrected, chuckling.
Gingerly, Jesse took Arthur’s hand. He urged Arthur to lie next to him on the mattress. Arthur complied, and then Jesse rolled over to face him.
Arthur said, “Did you know, Jesse, that I liked you from the very moment we locked eyes? You have this... this way of being that I found so exciting. You have so much confidence. It’s... mesmerizing.”
If only Arthur knew how verynotconfident Jesse felt beneath his façade.
Arthur continued, none the wiser to Jesse’s secret insecurity.
“I found it fascinating. You’re so handsome and so intelligent, too.” Arthur sat up on his elbow. “What about you, hm? Did you like me right away as well?”
“Yes,” Jesse said with a mock sigh. “Unfortunately.”
Arthur threw his head back and laughed. “Unfortunately, he says! Oh, I forgot to mention how much I love your honesty!”
“I couldn’t not like you, Arthur. Look at you. You’re charming. Hopelessly charming.”
Arthur’s laughter slowly stopped, though his beautiful smile remained.
“I’m so happy that I could charm you,” he said warmly.
Jesse’s stomach fluttered as heat swirled in his chest. He leaned forward and caught Arthur’s mouth in a kiss. Both of them continued to smile through it, occasionally even chuckling as their lips moved together. Soon, the heat and passion and want returned. Carefully, Jesse reached for Arthur’s cock, pausing as his fingertips brushed the silky foreskin to make sure Arthur was ready for that kind of pleasure. When Arthur didn’t protest, Jesse wrapped his hand around Arthur’s length and began to stroke. Arthur broke their kiss and rolled onto his back while Jesse continued to pleasure him. As Jesse pumped his fist, he expected Arthur—typically so loud and expressive and talkative—to moan or whine or whisper some sort of obscenity, but Arthur instead became both silent and still.
Jesse kissed his shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Arthur inhaled a shaky breath and nodded.
Jesse kissed his shoulder once more. After a few more strokes, Arthur’s hips rose up off of the mattress. Jesse shifted closer to whisper in Arthur’s ear.
“Beautiful man,” he said. “I can’t wait to watch you come.”
Arthur’s lips curled into a small smile, and he huffed a barely-there laugh before becoming very serious and still once more. Jesse wasn’t sure if he could have ever predicted Arthur’s seemingly extreme reservation in bed, but he loved it. Somehow, Arthur Hughes had become even more endearing.
Arthur lifted his hips again. Jesse watched the man’s toes curl, his brow furrowing slightly as Jesse moved his fist faster, and then, with the tiniest, loveliest little sound, Arthur came. Warm pleasure spilled over Jesse’s fist and onto Arthur’s stomach. Jesse kissed Arthur’s cheek.
