My brows draw together in confusion for a moment, but then I catch a glimpse of the erection tenting his PJs and comprehension dawns. “You’ve been fine the last few mornings though…”
“No, I have not,” Skyler grates out, glancing away.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped.”
He lets out a sigh. “Jackson…”
I lean in and press my lips to his, quashing whatever doubt he was about to express. Despite the last week spent in bed together, with our naked bodies entwined and Skyler’s desperate groans vibrating against my lips as I brought him pleasure, he still seems to be oddly self-conscious about his reaction to me in the light of day.
I don’t think it’s because of my inability to return his sexual attraction—he’s been researching stuff on asexuality lately and seems to have gotten a pretty good understanding of it, even if it has led to some more cautious behavior than I’d like—I think it’s more to do with this attraction still being new to him. It’s been far easier for him to express his love—by words or gesture—and I’m sure that’s because we’ve loved each other for decades. How we love each other might have adjusted slightly, but the emotion is the most familiar feeling in the world.
Even though I can’t reciprocate, I want Skyler to know he doesn’t need to be self-conscious of his desire. Ever. I don’t want him hiding from me or denying himself pleasure.
Thankfully, the second our lips touch, his hesitation vanishes, his arms coming up to wrap around my body and draw me closer against him.
I sigh as our bare chests meet; the feel of our bodies pressed together while Skyler’s hands slowly roam my back is like warm sunshine all around me.
I slide my hand down to his waist, delving inside his pajama pants and wrapping it around his hard cock. He lets out a soft groan at my touch and I feel a familiar rush of satisfaction swooping through me.
I’m getting ridiculously addicted to this feeling. The rush I get from bringing Skyler pleasure is intoxicating. Anyone would thinkIwere the one getting off. I’m sure it has something to do with endorphins and dopamine or something like that; the mental and emotional payoff from being able to fulfil that primal instinct of providing for the man I love. I can’t give Skyler everything he needs, but I can give him this.
“Fuck…Jackson,” Skyler groans, burying his head in my neck as he slowly ruts into my hand. “Jax…”
I can’t imagine ever getting tired of hearing my name fall from his lips over and over while I’m pleasuring him.
My towel slips from around my waist, but I don’t care. I’ve never been self-conscious around Skyler before and I’m not about to start now.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs through a panted breath as his hands slide tentatively down past my lower back to land on my ass.
“It’s fine,” I assure him, adding, “That feels nice,” as he starts running his large hands over my ass cheeks in a gentle massage.
“You have such a beautiful body, Jackson,” he murmurs.
“So do you,” I tell him. “I want to kiss every inch of it.”
“I’m sure noteveryinch,” he says in a soft, wry tone.
“Every inch,” I insist.
To prove my point, I start kissing my way down his neck, then lowering my head so I can move farther down. And then I get to my knees.
“Jesus, Jackson—what are you doing?” Skyler demands, sounding alarmed.
“Kissing every inch of you.”
“Uh…I don’t…really think we have time for that…”
“I’ll just start with this part then,” I tell him. Then I take his cock in hand again and duck my head, pressing a soft lip cuddle to the tip.
“Jesusfuckingchrist,” Skyler hisses out, reaching forward to rest his hands on my head.
I continue pressing kisses down his cock while running my hand slowly over the length and nuzzling gently into his groin. Even now this doesn’t feel particularly sexual to me; I’m just getting to know Skyler in a new way—exploring his body, tasting his skin, breathing his scent. But, of course, for Skyler it’s a different story.
“Fuck, Jackson—are you trying to kill me?” he groans.
My cheeks flame and I send him a sheepish look as I draw back a little. “Sorry.” I was so caught up in my exploration I didn’t stop to think how frustrating my little kisses and touches must be.
Skyler runs a gentle hand down my cheek, his eyes a mix of desperate heat and unwavering love. “Don’t apologize. You can explore all you want when we’ve got more time,” he adds with a soft smile. Then he shifts his gaze from me to his throbbing dick. “You want me to finish off?”
