What in the name of all that was holy was happening? Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming. Maybe hallucinating. Because there was no way on God’s good earth that Jonah McGreggor, his high school crush, was kissing him on the deck of the cabin where they had vacationed as kids.

Except that was absolutely what was happening.

Jonah’s lips were slightly chapped against his, his stubble scraping across Christian’s skin. It was heady and breathtaking, and Christian loved every second of it. His heart beat loudly in his ears, and he wrapped an arm around Jonah’s waist, encouraging him closer. Jonah shifted and froze and Christian had a split second before the full bulk of his weight came down on him.

“Sorry,” Jonah said quickly. “God, I’m sorry. I lost my balance and overcompensated.”

Christian smirked at the choice of words as Jonah rolled to sit beside him on the lounger.

“Oh shut up. I definitely don’t need to overcompensate there.”

“No?” He quirked an eyebrow.

He’d seen Jonah naked a handful of times, mostly when they’d all changed together before heading down to the river. But he’d always felt strange, sneaking a glance, so for the most part, he’d kept his eyes off the prize, as it were.

“Not even a little bit.” The words sent a tremor down Christian’s spine, and he licked his lips reflexively.

His mind raced for something to say, something witty that would impress Jonah, but instead, the silence drew on and on. Finally, he took a deep breath. “So. You still want this? Cause it’s totally cool if you don’t, I don’t want to push you or anyth—”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Jonah kissed him again. His breath caught with how perfect it was, how attentive Jonah was to the slightest movement. Jonah nibbled along his bottom lip before swiping his tongue across it, licking at the seam of Christian’s mouth until he parted his lips. It was clear who was taking the lead here, and Christian was totally fine with that. He’d imagined this a thousand different times in a thousand different ways, most of them with Jonah in control rather than himself.

Jonah let out a noise that might have been a purr or a growl and pressed closer, crowding Christian against the back of the lounger. Beneath him, Christian went boneless, his legs parting to allow Jonah as close as he could possibly get. He groaned as Jonah mouthed down his neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

“I want… I don’t know what I want,” Jonah admitted breathlessly.

Christian wasn’t entirely surprised. After all, Jonah had never been with a guy before. Fortunately, Christian didn’t have that hesitance. “I want to suck you off,” he said, meeting Jonah’s eyes. Jonah didn’t say anything. Instead, he furrowed his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure something out. “Unless… you didn’t want me to.”

“No, that’s not it,” Jonah said, jumping to assure him. “It’s just… that seems pretty one-sided. I don’t want you to have to do all the work while I get all the pleasure.”

Though he did his best not to laugh, Christian found himself chuckling. It was sweet, really, that Jonah would care about Christian’s pleasure as much as his own, but completely unnecessary.

“If you think I’m not going to be enjoying myself while I’m sucking your cock, you’ve got another thing coming, no pun intended,” he said with a wink.

Jonah gaped, as though he couldn’t believe Christian had said that, but Christian wasn’t ashamed. He’d wanted this for far too long, imagined the way Jonah would feel in his mouth. And now, it was looking more and more like that was going to happen tonight.

“Still, I want to do more than that. I want to do something for you, too.”

He could protest, but he had a feeling it would get them nowhere. When Jonah had his mind set on something, there was no changing it. That left a few options, but only one that made Christian shiver even as he thought of it. There was a good chance he would be crossing several lines just by mentioning it, but he’d already done that by suggesting they get each other off, and Jonah didn’t seem to mind.

“Well…” he started.

“What? Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Could he, though? “You could suck me off while I’m sucking you off.”

Jonah’s eyes widened, and he sat back on his heels as Christian’s stomach twisted into knots. Apparently he had misjudged. His first instinct was to brush it off as a joke or try to talk his way out of it. But Jonah didn’t necessarily look disgusted, just stunned.

“I didn’t know people actually did that,” he said finally. “I thought that was just like… something they did in porn.”

A giggle escaped Christian, though he tried to bite it back. He didn’t want to make Jonah feel stupid, but the relief he felt was nearly overwhelming. He hadn’t pushed too far after all.

“I promise I’m not laughing at you,” Christian said, stifling another giggle. “I’m just relieved I didn’t freak you out.”

Jonah shot him a speaking glance. “I might not have ever done this before, but I do know the basics. The… very basics. Some friends of mine are, um, very candid.”

Though Christian wanted to find out just what all Jonah had been told, he suppressed the urge. He wanted Jonah’s cock in his mouth more than he wanted a detailed rundown of what all he already knew. Besides, no matter what he’d been told, he would be learning the practical application tonight.

“Well I can assure you, sixty-nining isn’t just something done in porn. It’s fun and it makes sure both parties get off at the same time…more or less.” He frowned. “Haven’t you ever done it with a girlfriend or anything?”

Jonah shook his head. “Not really, no. I mean, I have gone down on my girlfriends. I am equal opportunity when it comes to that.” Christian hadn’t been worried about that, but it was amusing to hear Jonah say it. “But um… how are we gonna do this on the chair?”

He had a point, there. The lounge chair, while comfortable for reading and even making out, was definitely too small. He looked over at the chair Jonah had vacated. “Grab the pillow from there and put it on the deck,” he said.

Standing, he untied the pillow from his own and let it drop to the wooden floor of the deck. The two cushions formed a small mattress, of sorts, that would ensure they were both comfortable and no one had to pull splinters out of their ass afterwards. It wasn’t that Christian was afraid of a little pain, but a rough deck wasn’t exactly the fun kind.

Once the makeshift bed was made, he looked over at Jonah and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. He didn’t want to annoy Jonah by constantly asking if he was okay, but there was still a sizable part of him that couldn’t believe they were actually going to do this. Everything was too perfect.

“I’m fine,” Jonah said gently. “I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable.”

Jonah walked around the cushions, each step purposeful and exaggerated, as though to show Christian just how fine he was with this. He didn’t stop until he was standing mere inches away, and Christian had to clench his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and touching him. That earned him a pointed look.

“You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?” Jonah said.

Christian sighed. “It just doesn’t seem real. Like if I touch you first, I’ll break some sort of spell or wake up and find out this was all just a dream. And I really don’t want to wake up hard,” he said, trying and failing to lighten the mood.

“We have that in common.”

It would only be courteous to make the first move. After all, Jonah had never done this before, so between the two of them, Christian was the expert. He reached forward and hooked Jonah’s belt loop with his fingers, then pulled him close so their chests were touching. Jonah shivered, his eyes fluttering shut. Christian knew he expected to be kissed, and he would give him that, but not like Jonah thought. Instead of kissing his lips, he nibbled the side of Jonah’s neck, his lips feather-light.

“Oh fuck,” Jonah murmured.

Christian smiled against his skin and trailed upward to capture Jonah’s earlobe with his teeth. He slid his hands to Jonah’s hips, his thumbs brushing against the skin he exposed, before moving to Jonah’s fly, making short work of the button and zip.

It was a little too chilly to consider stripping completely, but Christian didn’t mean to let that stop them. He let Jonah’s earlobe slip through his teeth before sinking to his knees. Deliberately, he looked up as he pulled Jonah’s jeans and underwear down just past his ass, freeing his cock.

Jonah was still half-hard from their make-out session, and Christian’s mouth watered at the sight. Taking Jonah’s cock in hand, he leaned forward and stroked the tip with the flat of his tongue. Jonah groaned and reached a hand out to steady himself, his fingers curling in Christian’s hair. Humming, Christian nibbled up and down Jonah’s shaft with his lips, feeling him grow and harden in response. Jonah’s knees trembled, and he knew that before long, he would have to lie down to avoid falling.

“Jesus Christ,” Jonah panted, as Christian licked and sucked on his balls.

Over the years, Christian had worked to hone his technique, and he put all that training to use now. Jonah was fully hard now, his cock flushed and glistening from Christian’s saliva. He ran his tongue along the underneath, paying special attention to the sensitive strip of skin beneath the head as Jonah’s sounds became more incoherent.

“Wait.”

Christian paused and looked back up at Jonah, who was breathing heavily. His eyes were closed, his face pointed up at the sky in silent supplication. It was the most erotic thing Christian had ever seen. He wanted to capture it and file it away in a mental album to be pulled out and replayed on cold, lonely days; bottle up the scent of Jonah and wear it as cologne; write songs using the sounds they made together. The mere memory of what they were doing would never be enough.

Jonah exhaled shakily. “Don’t wanna come yet. I want…” He gestured down at Christian, who knew exactly what he meant.

“Then lie down,” Christian said with a small smirk.

Immediately, Jonah sank to his knees, then stretched out on one of the cushions. Christian unzipped his pants and pushed them down, then rolled onto his side opposite Jonah. Rather than moving, Jonah stared at Christian’s cock, and he bit his lip to stop a smile.

“Don’t be intimidated by it,” he assured Jonah. “It’s not going to jump out and bite you.”

He was already hard, so Jonah wouldn’t have to worry about getting him the rest of the way there. Instead, he could focus on getting Christian off. Granted, that would take a little instruction.

“Keep your lips around your teeth,” he said, and Jonah nodded. “Don’t worry about fitting it all in at once. You can use your hand to guide you. And if all else fails, just mimic what I’m doing to you.”

There was really no other way for Jonah to learn than to practice. Christian started him out slowly, stroking up and down Jonah’s thigh with his hand. He leaned forward, grasping his cock with his free hand, and closed his lips around the head. Jonah followed suit, and Christian gasped at the sensation. His mouth was hot and wet around Christian’s cock, and Christian had to resist the urge to push deeper inside. Instead, he pulled off, gliding his hand up and down Jonah’s shaft.

“Good,” he rasped. “Really good. Don’t be afraid to move and use your tongue.”

Jonah did, sliding his tongue along Christian’s length and using his hand to stimulate what he couldn’t reach. It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever been given from a technical point of view, but the fact that it was Jonah made it so much hotter. His breath hitched when Jonah reached between his legs and cupped his balls. Someone was a fast learner.

His ministrations grew more intense, his tongue flicking across Jonah’s slit, lapping at the precum he was already producing. But as much as he wanted to prioritize Jonah’s pleasure over his own, he couldn’t ignore what Jonah was doing to him. His breath came faster and he struggled to keep his rhythm as Jonah brought him closer to the brink of orgasm. Every time his cock hit the back of Jonah’s throat, his toes curled, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Hopefully he’d at least be able to make Jonah come before then.

Letting his hand drop down to fondle Jonah’s balls, Christian took his cock all the way down to the root, his nose nestling in the wiry thatch of hair at his groin. Jonah groaned, the vibrations sending sparks up his spine as he did his best to hold off. He swallowed around Jonah’s cock, letting him feel his throat milking him, before pulling nearly all the way off. Before Jonah could miss him too much, Christian swallowed him down again, his muscles working to draw Jonah’s orgasm from him.

It worked. With a muffled groan, Jonah came, thick spurts hitting the back of Christian’s mouth. He winced as Jonah nipped his cock in his excitement, nudging his hips forward to remind him just how precariously-placed his teeth were.

Jonah pulled off with a pop, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry.”

Christian made a muffled sound around Jonah’s cock, the cool night air nearly too much to bear. He thrust again, hoping Jonah got the hint.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Right, you…” Jonah trailed off and wrapped his hand around Christian’s cock again, then resumed sucking, much to Christian’s relief.

Once he’d thoroughly cleaned Jonah, he pulled off and closed his eyes, fully giving himself over to the sensations. His thighs trembled with the effort it took not to drive deeper into Jonah’s mouth, down his throat, to fuck his face until he came so hard he saw stars. But Jonah wasn’t ready for that. Instead, he let Jonah lick and stroke and suck, the pleasure so great it nearly made his head spin.

“There,” he groaned, when Jonah licked a particularly sensitive spot. “Fuck, right there. Do that again.”

So Jonah did, and Christian’s stomach swooped.

All too soon, he felt his balls tighten and the startings of his release forming low in his belly. This time, though, he didn’t even try to stop it. Instead, he gripped Jonah’s calves and squeezed his eyes shut. Almost belatedly, he remembered Jonah needed a warning.

“Gonna come.” He growled the words through clenched teeth, breathing heavily as Jonah pulled off and continued to work him with his hand.

Now that he didn’t have Jonah’s breath to think about, his restraint shattered. He thrust hard into the fist, his mind going blank as he found his release. A groan was ripped from his throat as he spilled, his hips stuttering before finally stilling.

As the last of the aftershocks rippled through him, he lay back on the cushion, trying to catch his breath. That had definitely been in the top ten orgasms he’d ever had.

“You okay?” he asked when he could finally speak.

Jonah sat up and nodded. “I take it it was good for you?” he asked with a grin.

“Oh fuck off. It was amazing.” He looked down at the pool of jizz on the cushion. “We’re definitely going to have to wash these, though.”