Less than ten minutes later, they were standing in front of a stately, though worn-looking, old Victorian mansion. Zach lifted his gaze to take in the colors of the old stained glass windows gleaming in the setting sun as he followed behind Jason. On a normal day, he would’ve studied the patterns and allowed his gaze to travel over the bones of the house.
In his current state, he couldn’t focus on the house. He only wanted to get inside and rip the clothing from Jason’s body.
Jason fumbled with the lock, his hands appearing to shake a little. Zach grinned inwardly, enjoying the effect he seemed to have on the man. Once they were locked behind closed doors, Zach met Jason’s ravenous gaze and felt his dick straining to be touched.
The few minutes it had taken to get there had cooled their ardor a little. Zach felt a slight awkward vibe hanging between them…
But it was gone the second Jason dragged him close and kissed him again.
They took no time to peel their shirts off each other between kisses. He lowered his hands back to Jason’s belt and opened it as quickly as he could without looking. Minutes later, he finally had a hard dick in his hand. He stroked the long, thick length, never breaking their embrace.
Soon after, his own cock was being stroked, the strong hand gripping him moving in just the right ways. He closed his eyes and groaned against Jason’s lips, hoping he wouldn’t come right away.
Zach felt Jason urging him down the hallway. Without looking, he backed up, trusting Jason to lead the way. After a few moments, he felt something at the back of his knees. Falling, he landed on something soft. A mattress with crumped sheets… it lay in the middle of the floor without a frame in what was likely the living room.
He rose to sit on the edge, and was the perfect height for Jason’s cock. As the man pushed his jeans down his hips, Zach grabbed the base and began to explore. Stroking the length again, he squeezed slightly and a bead of cum rose from the slit. He met Jason’s gaze before leaning in to lick the seed.
Jason moaned, the sound echoing slightly in the large space.
“Again,” Jason whispered.
Zach stroked the shaft once… twice… and by the third time, he was rewarded with more pre-cum. He lowered his head—and instead of licking the head—he took the whole tip between his lips and sucked the jizz off. The salty-sweet flavor was just right, not too strong and a hair sweeter than most.
“You must eat plenty of fruit,” Zach joked before sucking the head into his mouth again.
Jason chuckled as he threaded his fingers into Zach’s hair. “I try.”
Zach sucked a few more inches, and Jason urged him to take another with the tug of his hair. He drew in as much as he could take before letting the shaft slide from his lips. Lifting his gaze, he watched the need mounting in Jason’s face…
The face he’d dreamed of…
Zach pushed the thought away. This is Jason, not Jax.
Jason…
He drew in a little more on the next swallow, Jason’s stare still capturing him. Zach grasped the root of his own cock and began to stroke the throbbing length. As he slipped to the crest, he felt wetness there and spread it along his shaft on the next downward slide.
With his free hand, he massaged Jason’s sac. After squeezing and swirling his fingers over the tight balls, he delighted in the moan he heard in reward. Jason soon began to thrust his hips, his body stiffening with the need to come. Zach wanted to feel the man explode on his tongue and sucked even harder.
Jason’s hips sped with every suckle. His fingers tightened in Zach’s hair. It hurt, but not more than he liked. A little pain only added to the fun.
“Fuck,” Jason groaned, pulling out seconds before his shaft erupted.
Zach opened his mouth, hungry to feel the release on his tongue. Jason howled with his release and shot his load there, and on Zach’s lips and chin. He lapped it up, loving the salty-sweet essence. Glancing up, he saw the heat still lingering in Jason’s glittering gaze. He leaned forward and sucked the shaft back between his lips, sucking the rest of the spent seed and hoping to keep the guy hard for another round.
Much to his delight, his plan was a success. His body ached to have the man inside him, and he didn’t want to be disappointed.
Jason leaned down and pushed him back to the bed before grabbing the waistband of both his jeans and briefs and yanked them down his hips. Before he could attempt to kick his shoes off, Jason was on him, trailing kisses down his chest, and farther down his abs. All rational thought left his mind the second that hot mouth circled the tip of his shaft. His ankles were still tangled in his clothing, but he couldn’t move… couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. Jason sucked down at least half his length before lifting his head and running his tongue along the shaft.
Zach cried out when Jason licked the slit and hissed in pleasure-pain when the tip of his tongue attempted to penetrate him there. Arching his back, his whole body shook as the urethra opened slightly for Jason’s tongue. No one had ever attempted it before and he’d never expected the sensation to feel so fucking good.
A moan tore from his throat as Jason pulled back and then tried again.
“You ever have anything inside here before?” Jason asked, his voice low and sultry.
Zach shook his head, too amped up to voice the answer. He could feel his entire body trembling, the new sensation pushing him to extremes.
“Maybe next time,” Jason murmured as a smile spread across his face.
Zach barely registered the next time bit, but the small part of his brain that did liked the thought of more of what he was already getting. He nodded, his teeth clenched against the desire racing through his entire body.
Jason went back to sucking his cock, licking and laving the length and adding his hand to stroke the base. Zach closed his eyes, his head falling back as Jason took him even deeper. When he felt the graze of a finger along his anus, he stiffened and moaned his delight. Jason gave him more, the finger penetrating him a little.
Just like the tongue to his slit, it wasn’t enough. He bore down against the invasion, needing more. Jason lifted his gaze, watching Zach’s face with every stroke of his mouth, and slowly pushed the finger deeper.
Zach could barely breathe as he met Jason’s stare. He gripped the tousled sheets and held on tight, sensing the coming wave. Holding the man’s stare, he tensed as the finger slid deeper. Zach tried to hold back… he wanted to extend their fun as long as he could…
But his orgasm slammed into him. He cried Jason’s name as his cum gushed into the man’s mouth. Jason pulled Zach’s cock from his lips and rose to his feet, pulling his hands away.
His body tensed again, another shot of cum oozing from his cock as he gripped the base himself and milked the last of it from his shaft. He looked up at Jason, confused.
Jason wore a deep frown, anger in his gaze.
Zach breathed deeply, trying to calm his heart and lungs.
After pulling his pants up and covering his cock, Jason stood snarling at him.
“What’s going on?” Zach didn’t understand the sudden change in Jason.
“I’m not Jax.”
It was Zach’s turn to frown. “I know that.”
“Then why’d you call out his name when you came?”
Zach felt a cold chill sweep over his sweat-covered body. Please no. Oh, god no. Please tell me I didn’t do that. “I didn’t,” he said, hoping it wasn’t true.
“I heard it myself.” Jason’s jaw clenched. “I think it’s time you left.”
“I didn’t… and if I did, it was an accident,” Zach said.
Jason crossed his arms over his chest, but remained silent.
Zach stared at him a moment longer, hoping the man would change his mind, but he knew that was too good to be true. He sat up and tugged at his twisted pants, trying to right them. Struggling, he got to his feet and only ended up falling over. Heat crept into his face. The last thing he wanted to do in that moment was make an even bigger ass of himself.
Jason walked closer, and Zach lifted his stare.
A hand came out to help him up. He met Jason’s eye, but the man looked away. Even so, Zach took the offered hand and rose to his feet. After he pulled up his pants, he grabbed his shirt and rushed to the door, shame filling every cell in his body. With one last glance over his shoulder, he looked to Jason.
The man stared at his feet, his body tense.
Zach left the house and marched to his truck. Once he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead there, not believing his shitty luck.