Smoky Mountain Dreams (20 page)

“Door,” Christopher muttered.

“Got it.” Jesse kicked it shut and turned the lock before
turning back to red-faced, tousled, need-consumed Christopher, who had worked
his jeans down to his knees and now leaned back against Jesse’s desk with his
cock standing up proud in his hand. “Holy shit. Look at you. Goddamn.”

Christopher’s mouth was slick with saliva, and he stroked
his dick, eyes languidly blinking. Jesse didn’t hesitate, falling to his knees
by his desk and setting on Christopher’s cock eagerly. Christopher arched under
him, gasping and groaning. Jesse sucked and bobbed his head as he pulled
Christopher’s sneakers and socks off, and then worked his jeans down, tossing
them to the floor and leaving Christopher naked from the waist down on his
desk.

He sat back and admired the pink, flushed length of
Christopher’s dick, and an idea for a beautiful gold and gaspeite testicle cuff
came to mind. It’d look gorgeous on Christopher, the gold reflecting in his
dark blond pubes. He wanted to give it to him as a gift to see how he reacted
to that kind of body jewelry.

Christ
, he hadn’t even known he
wanted to try something like that with someone. No, not with someone. He wanted
to try it with Christopher.
Fuck
.

Jesse lunged up and took Christopher’s mouth again, kissing
him hard as he pushed him back on the desk, shoving his shirt up and getting
his hands on all of that skin, hungry for it. Christopher’s legs came up around
him as they kissed, and his hands gripped Jesse’s hair and jaw, holding him
fast as pencils and various pliers fell to the floor with a clatter. Jesse
moaned and broke away, kissing his way down Christopher’s neck and licking his
collar bones by pulling the neck of his t-shirt aside.

“Fuck, fuck,” Christopher whispered. “Please suck me, or
touch me, or just…I need your mouth on me.”

Jesse reared back off Christopher far enough to get a good
look at him all glowing and half-debauched on his desk, and then he yanked at
Christopher’s shirt until it was off, revealing his stomach and little brown
nipples that begged to be sucked. He dropped down again, taking one his mouth,
feeling the jolt of Christopher’s reaction and the hot gasp of his breath over
the crown of his head.

“You…get naked.” Christopher groaned and twisted, whimpering
as Jesse bit lightly on his nipple and then sucked again. “I want to feel your
skin and grab your ass. Come on. Take off your clothes.”

Jesse huffed as he pushed up, his slick fingers sliding on
the hard glass of the desktop, and then he quickly pulled his Henley over his
head and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. His eyes raked over
Christopher as he kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans and boxer-briefs off.
Then his gaze fell on the long strand of fake pearls still clinging to the edge
of his desk.

He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and felt a hot
surge of lust along with the thrill of his idea. “You want me to make you come?”

“I want you to touch me. I’m so turned on, I’m going to come
without much work, but, fuck, come here. I want to you to make me do it. Make
me come. Hard.”

“Hard?”

“So fucking hard.” Christopher was panting with lust and his
eyes were so dark Jesse could barely make out the green around the pupils. “I’m
close already.”

Jesse grabbed the string of fake pearl beads. “Let me get
you even closer then.”

Jesse shoved his hands under Christopher’s knees and thrust
his legs back. “Hold yourself open like that.”

Christopher’s arms trembled as he complied, gripping under
his knees and bringing his thighs up to his stomach. Jesse swallowed hard and
stared down at him, exposed, laid out on his desk all for him, and with no
hesitation—trust and eagerness in every muscle, in every hot glance from
beneath his heavy lashes.

“Fucking hell,” Jesse whispered and bent over to kiss
Christopher’s mouth, nip a bite into his shoulder and then tease and suck his
way down his quivering abdomen to his cock—straining up toward him with every
wet lick and tender kiss. As he trailed down, he slid the beads over
Christopher’s skin, watching the trail of shivers they left behind.

The tip of Christopher’s cock was shiny with pre-cum and
swollen, tightly engorged with skin so soft to the touch. Jesse ran his fingers
down the shaft, following a throbbing vein down to his tight, lightly furred
balls. Spit had gathered in Jesse’s mouth and as he went down, he let it slide
down Christopher’s dick, wetting the way for him to take him into his throat.

“Fuck!” Christopher cried, hunching up and moaning, but
still holding on to his legs, keeping himself spread and vulnerable for Jesse.
A few fast bobs had Christopher writhing and moaning, “I’m gonna come, I’m
gonna come,” and Jesse pulled away so that Christopher’s spit-slit cock slapped
wetly against his belly.

“No, no, no,” Christopher moaned, his stomach muscles still
twitching from the near release. “Oh God, please, please—”

“Shh. I’m gonna make you come, just like you asked for,
babe. Just give me a minute. It’ll be good.”

He squatted down, taking in the walnut perfection of
Christopher’s tense balls, drawn up so close to his dick that he was going to
come before Jesse was ready if he didn’t coax him back from the edge—or just
drive him on over it, but in a different way. He kissed each nut and then
sucked them in turn into his mouth, tugging them from their locked-and-loaded
position. He slid down farther, dragging his tongue to Christopher’s tight
hole.

He smiled, examining Christopher’s ass for a moment—his
pale, gorgeous globes of muscle, his sweet pucker, all pinkness edged in to a
darker mauve, and his light ass hair that stopped well away from the place
Jesse was putting his tongue. Just as he had the night at his house,
Christopher responded beautifully to rimming. His body rolled and clenched, his
voice rose and fell on moans that couldn’t be held back, and he trembled all
over, shaking wildly under the onslaught of pleasure.

“God, fuck, I’ve never come from this, but I think I’m
gonna—” He cried out, his legs trembling and his asshole clenching convulsively
on Jesse’s tongue. “Please, Jesse, oh my God, please, I need, I need, I need—”

“I know what you need.” Jesse stood and leaned over
Christopher. “Open your mouth.”

Christopher, glassy eyed, did as Jesse asked, and his eyes
went wider as Jesse slipped the beads between his lips and closed his mouth
around the string of them while still holding the clasp.

“Get them wet.”

Christopher moaned and closed his eyes, working his mouth
around the beads, his lips puckered beautifully and his face flushed and
nipples peaked.

“Open wide.”

Jesse pulled the string of slick, dripping pearls from
Christopher’s mouth and bent over him, staring at his face, watching each
shocked tremble of his lashes and lips as he slowly, carefully, pushed the
string of beads through the tight sphincter of Christopher’s greedy asshole.
The first went in easily, and the second easier than that. Christopher shifted
and whimpered, his cockhead sliding slick and damp across his stomach with
every heaving breath he sucked in as one by one the small beads were fed into
him.

“Ever done this before?”

Christopher shook his head, sweat in his eyes.

“Usually the beads are bigger, but this will be a nice
little zip. Might make your head explode if I pull them out at just the right
moment.”

Christopher groaned and his knuckles were white on his
thighs where he gripped his knees and held himself so eagerly spread. “Do it. I
can’t wait. Do it, Jesse.”

“Shh, babe. Just a second. I’m going to come first.”

Christopher whimpered.

Jesse grabbed his throbbing dick, circling the head of it
with his thumb and smearing the pre-cum around. He jerked himself fast and
hard, his balls drawing up quickly, his eyes greedily raking over Christopher
spread out on his desk with his throbbing cock jerking on his stomach his
asshole spasming around the string of beads with the gold clasp dangling out.
His beautiful, open face imploring him along with his rasping, gorgeous voice
that
did things
to Jesse. He reached out to grip
Christopher’s hip as he came, shooting hard and blindingly good, gobs of it all
over Christopher’s cock and balls.

“Oh my God!” Christopher gasped, and he gripped his cock and
jerked himself rapidly using Jesse’s cum to slick the stroke. Jesse almost
missed the moment, still raw and shaking from his own orgasm, but at the last
second, just as Christopher groaned and shook on the desk, his cock jerking
violently and his asshole spasming powerfully, Jesse tugged the string of beads
and ripped them free.

Christopher screamed, arching up and shooting so hard that
it hit the wall behind him, and another spurt hit Christopher in his own face. “Holy
fuck! Holy
fuck
!” he cried, and another small spurt
tore from him. Christopher, shaking and covered in cum, sat up and grabbed
Jesse in a bruising, desperate kiss.

“Oh my God,” Christopher breathed against Jesse’s neck when
they could finally stop kissing.

“Good?”

“Is that a trick question? It was
I-just-won-the-gold-medal-in-orgasm kind of good. Jesus, where have you been
all my life?”

Jesse licked some cum from Christopher’s chin and nose, and
sucked his earlobe, enjoying the shudder in Christopher’s body. “I’ve been
right here waiting for you,” Jesse murmured, his eyes drifting over to the
smeared picture of Vienna on the wall, a weird sensation rising up in him as he
held Christopher close. Not guilt, not about this, and not hope. But something
like moving forward. Maybe even moving on.

T
HE
FIRST FIFTEEN MINUTES OF
the hour and a half drive down to Knoxville
passed quickly, with Christopher finally working out the kinks to the chorus on
the new song he’d been poking at.

He’d admitted to himself that the song was definitely
about
Jesse, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that fact. It
was still too new and too likely to fall apart at any second for him to let
himself focus on the fact that Jesse was bringing Christopher’s music back to
him. Feeling song rise up inside and spill out in lyrics and guitar chords was
too good to ruin with analysis and second guesses.

Still, thoughts of Jesse were too exciting and potent to be
pushed away. As he reached Sevierville, he gave himself over to them
completely. He’d seen Jesse twice more since the incident with the pearls at
Jesse’s shop. That had been so far outside Christopher’s expectations and
experience that he’d blushed off and on for days whenever he thought of it.

He hadn’t known that he still had that kind of reaction
inside of him. He’d always prided himself on being shameless in bed, but
apparently there were activities that he’d never considered and which still
shocked him, while also turning him on.

Navigating the traffic toward I-40, he wondered what other
ideas Jesse might have that Christopher had never imagined. It was enough to
make blood rush south and his pulse to thrum in his ears. But there wasn’t any
good way to release his growing arousal, so he shifted his thoughts from coming
his brains out on Jesse’s desk to the less intense breakfast meeting on
Thursday.

Amanda had been there, and she’d been persuaded to join them
despite her obvious desire to leave them alone. Christopher had wondered about
Jesse’s insistence that his sister stay. He’d personally been eager to be alone
with Jesse again, and he’d wondered if Jesse was losing interest after all.

But then Amanda had started talking and Christopher realized
after the first pointed question (“So, where are you from?”) that it wasn’t
avoidance so much as vetting. Jesse was letting Amanda check Christopher out,
and that said something about his intentions. Something good, Christopher
hoped—something that made him feel less foolish for having asked Jesse to be
his plus-one at an event that was still several weeks out. He totally
understood that Jesse had to take his kids trick or treating and couldn’t go to
a party on Halloween. It was dumb to ask in the first place.

Breakfast with Amanda had been fun enough, and he’d learned
a lot about the two siblings even though the focus had been on a friendly
interrogation of him. He’d learned that Amanda had a great laugh and a sharp
eye. He learned that Jesse admired his sister and considered her opinion
valuable. He learned that they loved each other and had a relationship
Christopher almost envied. He’d never gotten along with Jackie that way. Not
that he and Jackie fought much. It was more that Jackie couldn’t resolve her
homophobia with her love for her little brother, and so their interactions were
superficial at best, and hurtful at worst.

Jesse had slung his arm around him as they walked to the
parking lot, and Christopher had thought that was going to be all of it. But as
soon as Christopher was in the Yaris, Jesse tapped on the window. After he
rolled it down, Christopher hadn’t been able to stop grinning through the kiss
that ensued, causing their teeth to clash slightly.