And Jake complied one hundred percent. His hands were careful and oh-so gentle, his touch warm and soft as he lifted Rye’s shirt and slipped it off over Rye’s head. Then, he paused and took his time, like Rye had. Jake’s fingers grazed over Rye’s upper body, so slow and careful it almost tickled, and Rye just held himself still above Jake, quiet moans escaping him every once in a while as Jake continued touching him. Finally, both of Jake’s hands traveled lower, stopping at the waistband of Rye’s pants.
“You’re still okay with this?” Jake asked softly, and Rye nodded again.
As he had for Rye’s shirt, Jake went slowly, his fingers first just teasing under the edge of the cotton before starting to inch the material down. Little bit by little bit. Rye eventually had to shift off of Jake, and then he helped, pushing down his pants to free his growing arousal and kicking the clothing off to the floor to join Jake’s.
He expected all the rushes of icky feelings—shame, embarrassment, fear, panic—and he closed his eyes again and held his breath. But none of that came.
One of Jake’s hands rubbed lightly up Rye’s thigh to his hip. “Rye, my love, you’re absolutely beautiful.”
Jake’s voice tugged at him, warm and gentle and real, and Rye found himself shivering again. He moved back to that spot he’d found so intriguing moments ago—the one where he was straddling Jake near his hips. Then he reached back behind him and drew the comforter up over them as he leaned forward, letting their bodies touch.
It was... warm and safe. And when Jake wrapped both arms around Rye and whispered “I love you” in Rye’s ear, Rye realized just how right his decision had been.
“This... this might be my new favorite spot,” Rye said between breaths, and Jake made some quiet sound of agreement and rocked his hips. Their hard shafts pressed together, Jake’s thick length hot and insistent against Rye’s.
God, it felt exquisite, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to have Jake do that again. Rye reached between them and shifted his hips slightly to give himself room. Then he flatted his palm and stroked slowly down Jake’s erection to the base.
“God, Rye,” Jake forced out, and then he groaned as he repeated the motion he had a minute ago, rocking his hips. Rye shuddered and closed his eyes with a low moan as Jake’s shaft slid up against his again. He heard Jake inhale a sharp breath. “Rye, Rye, if you—oh, oh, god, yeah.”
Rye gasped as he closed his hand around both of them this time, his fingers barely long enough to hold them together. Pleasure shot through him, and he thrust up into his hand gently as heat and need and tension coiled low in his groin.
“Touch me. Touch us with me,” Rye begged, knowing he, at least, wasn’t going to last very long like this. He was glad when Jake didn’t hesitate, and the second he felt Jake’s fingers close around his shaft just above his hand, Rye clenched his jaw to keep himself from crying out.
He’d never felt anything like this before. Not even close.
An intense pressure that was both pleasurable and almost painful began to build, and he muffled a moan as he buried his face in Jake’s chest. “Mmm, mmm, wait, wait, w—no, no, no, don’t... don’t wait, don’t wait...” He had no idea what he was saying, but the need for release was overpowering, and he whimpered. “Please, Jake. Please.”
His hand followed Jake’s then as they both pumped their shafts together, slowly, and it didn’t take much, not more than a few strokes before everything turned brilliant and bright and white. Waves of arousal and pleasure and heat crashed through him as his shaft stiffened and then pulsed with his release.
It was so much. So beautiful. So strong.
So perfect.
Jake came only seconds after Rye, and Rye felt Jake’s shaft throb as Jake’s free hand rubbed up Rye’s back, holding them together.
And that was even more perfect.
Exhausted, he lifted himself just enough off of Jake’s chest, and then he found Jake’s lips and they kissed, slowly, sweetly, lovingly. When they parted, Rye burrowed his head back into the crook of Jake’s neck, and they both released their shafts. Rye then collapsed, barely having the energy to shift slightly so he wasn’t directly on topof Jake.
They lay there together in silence for several minutes, both just catching their breaths. Jake continued to pepper occasional kisses into Rye’s hair, which felt more than amazing, and after probably a few more minutes, Jake excused himself to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm washcloth. Then he lovingly cleaned Rye up before climbing back into bed and gathering Rye up in his arms.
“That was . . .”
“...perfect,” Rye suggested, and Jake huffed a soft laugh and kissed Rye’s forehead and then his nose and then his cheeks.
“Itwasperfect,” Jake agreed. Rye felt as Jake took a slow, deep breath. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me. Thank you... for loving me.”
There was a pain in Jake’s voice that Rye thought he’d heard before, but maybe only once, some time ago. He couldn’t quite place it, but that didn’t really matter. Not right now. He turned his head and brushed a kiss on Jake’s chest, ignoring the tear that slipped down his cheek. Then he smiled against Jake’s warm skin.
“Always,” he said.
Jake’s chest rose sharply and then fell with a sigh before another kiss grazed along Rye’s forehead. “You’re sure? And you want to stay here? Live here? With me?”
Rye tilted his head back and nodded, then stretched up again to kiss Jake’s lips. For half a second, he felt a tightness in his throat, and he thought maybe he’d run out of words for the day, but when Jake’s fingers gently brushed along Rye’s cheek, he leaned into the touch and sighed with contentment. And he whispered, “I’m sure. I want to be here, wherever you are. That’s... that’s my home. Here with you.”
There was a quiet moment where Rye just watched Jake blink several times, and then Jake nodded once and lowered his forehead to touch Rye’s. “I love you,” Jake murmured. “I love this. I—”
“I love us,” Rye finished for him.
