Chapter 17
Arthur
The sun was just setting Friday night when I pulled my Chevy Leaf into Jonas’s driveway and cut the engine. I tried to hide my nerves from Leo as I turned to look at him, putting on my stern, no-nonsense expression and hoping that he listened. “This is important, Leo. I need you to be on your best behavior.”
“You already said that once, Arthur." He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not messing around. We’re trusting you and Eddie to hang out alone while we go on a date. You mess up tonight, and it will be years before we trust you this much again.”
“Oooh,” Leo said, then laughed. “Chill out, all right? It’s gonna be fine. Eddie and I can handle this.”
“You better not bully him.”
“I won’t. I told you before, we have an understanding.”
“All right,” I said. “I want to believe that you’re making the progress I’m seeing, Leo. But I’m afraid that you’re trying too hard, and you’re going to get overwhelmed and regress.”
“Seriously, save the new-age parenting crap. Mrs. Granger is helping me a lot, and Eddie’s not so bad once you get past his dorkiness.”
“All right." I smiled. “I’m really proud of you.”
“Great. Can we go inside?”
“Sure.”
He got out of the car, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and hurried into the house. By the time I got to the door, he was already in Eddie’s room.
The door closed, and Jonas looked at me and shrugged. “This is better than last week,” he said with a laugh.
“I know. I just worry that Leo is overwhelming himself, trying to be so well-behaved.”
Jonas pulled me into his arms and kissed me until my legs shook and I couldn’t catch my breath. “Better?” he asked with a sheepish grin.
“Better.”
“Eddie can handle this. If there are any issues, he knows to text me or call.”
“I don’t live that far away.”
“Exactly. They’ll be fine.”
I laughed. “Isn’t it usually my job to convince you to relax?”
“It is,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
It took everything I had not to speed down the road to my house. By the time we got there, I was ready to rip his clothes off and take him right there in the car. But I forced myself to slow down, and when he reached out to take my hand and I saw the slightest shake of excitement, I knew Jonas needed an easy touch that night.
I led him up to my bedroom and dimmed the lights. His smile was almost shy as he looked around the room. “What?” I said.
“It’s not what I expected.”
“Were you thinking it was going to be a little more bohemian?”
He laughed nervously. “That’s a nice way to put it.”
“You know, I’m more than just my job.”
“I’m starting to see that,” he said. He took my hand and held it to his lips, kissing my palm. “It’s been a long time, Arthur.”
“For me, too. I’ll be gentle.”
“I know."
He tugged my hand and led me to my bed. I watched him undress slowly, leaving his clothes in a neat pile on the floor. I inhaled sharply when he stood in front of me, in all his naked glory, his body a map of tight muscles and taut skin.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, pulling him against me and holding him.
I ran my hands over his body, keenly aware that he was quaking beneath my touch. He stood there, completely naked, while I remained clothed, his nostrils flared with excitement as I ran my fingers over his broad chest and drank in every inch of his perfection.
“You’re so much more sure of yourself out there in the world,” I mused, kissing his shoulder, then working my way up to his neck. “I like this vulnerable side of you.”
He murmured something so softly I couldn’t hear him, but I was focused on his physical needs. It had been a long time since someone had gotten past Jonas’s defenses, and I was in no rush.
I used my phone to turn some slow jams on, then pulled him into my arms and swayed to the beat. I ran my hands over his back, cupping his taut ass and pulling him closer. His erection pressed against my thigh and my heart started racing.
Jonas wasn’t the only one excited.
By the time the song ended, Jonas was feeling friskier. I felt his hands tugging my shirt from the waistband of my pants. I let him, holding my arms up so he could pull the fabric over my head and toss it onto the floor.
The pile of clothes lost its order as Jonas slowly let go of his inhibitions. When I was naked, he stepped into my embrace again, and we danced around the room, just enjoying the heat of our skin touching.
“This is wonderful,” he said, his hand on my hip, body pressed so close to mine it was like we were one.
When he took the lead and danced me back over to the bed, I knew he was ready. I lowered him onto the bed, taking my time prepping him while he watched me.
My first finger slid inside him easily, but the second and third took a little more patience. He was on his back, legs resting on my thighs, his large, erect cock in my other hand. I moved my fingers inside him until his body stretched around them, then hovered over him while I slipped a condom on and grabbed his hips.
“You’ll like these,” I said. “Fire and ice, hot and cold all at once." I winked at him. “I bought them just for you.”
He moaned, raising his hips in a silent plea to quit teasing him. I chuckled, then pulled him closer to me so my cock brushed his tight opening. I held his gaze, sliding into him slowly, letting his body stretch around my erection before I thrust deeper.
Holding my weight on one arm, I used my other hand to stroke him. I squeezed and tugged, and before long he was pumping his hips, matching my rhythm. He pulled me close and wrapped his legs around my hips.
I held my weight on both hands now, and drove into him, going deeper with each thrust. Heat burned inside me, my own body desperate for release, but I forced myself to wait.
I was rewarded for my patience when Jonas froze, then began trembling as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His body flexed around my cock, and I lost what was left of my tenuous control.
I rode him hard while he bucked and writhed in ecstasy beneath me, bearing down with each thrust as my own climax built to a fever pitch. When the familiar wave of peace right before the fireworks washed over me, I gathered him into my arms more tightly and loved him until there wasn’t a drop left inside me.
We collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, our breathing labored, hearts racing frantically, holding each other as we basked in the beauty of our coupling.
He was still breathing hard when he spoke, too excited to keep his thoughts to himself until he recovered. “That was better than I imagined it would be.”
I kissed him passionately, moaning when he hugged me so tightly our bodies connected on every inch. “Are you ready for round two?” he said with a laugh.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, biting his lip and tearing at my heartstrings. It would take every ounce of strength I had to say no to him. I laughed to myself. Why even try?
I answered by taking him again and again, until we fell against the mattress hours later, exhausted and completely spent.
***
Jonas pulled up to the house and parked beside my car, leaning in for one last kiss before he turned off the engine and got out. He took my hand and we walked up the driveway, a cool breeze blowing, the stars sparkling on the crisp, clear night.
“The house is still here, so that’s a good sign,” Jonas said, teasing me a little.
“I told you they could handle it.”
Jonas let us in the side door. He put his finger to his lips, smiling mischievously at the prospect of surprising the boys. We crept down the hall, but had only gone a few steps when Jonas froze and looked at me.
“I smell smoke,” he whispered, his smile gone.
I’d already smelled it, and I knew that he wasn’t smelling just any smoke. Apparently Leo had brought his vape pen with him. And from the strength of the odor, I had a feeling that for the first time in his life, Leo was happily sharing.