Early One Morning
Steve stretched, rolling on his side to reach for the other
occupant of the bed. He frowned, groping the blankets for a long
moment before reluctantly opening his eyes. Yep, the other side
of the bed was empty.
With a yawn, Steve sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and
standing. He didn't bother with any clothes as he padded from
the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen, pausing in the
doorway to admire the view.
Jarod stood by the counter, cutting an apple into slices.
Like Steve, he hadn't bothered with any clothes. Silently, Steve
walked over to slip his arms around his lover, pressing his
early-morning erection against him firmly.
Jarod grunted in surprise, having left Steve firmly asleep.
Or so he thought. His surprise faded quickly as he pressed back
with a purr. He opened his mouth to apologize for waking the
other man but Steve pressed the palm of his hand gently over his
mouth, insisting on silence. Jarod complied and the hand slipped
down to caress his side.
Steve kissed the back of Jarod's neck lightly, gently rubbing
his erection against Jarod's ass, growing harder with every
stroke. Jarod sighed, turning his head to meet Steve's lips, his
mouth open and tongue meeting and exploring his lover's.
Steve groaned and panted, thrusting steadily now, his passion
peaking. But he wanted more and Jarod know it even before he
did. His hand scrambled across the counter, finally grabbing a
bottle of oil. He caught a glimpse of the words
"extra-virgin" and almost laughed before pressing the
bottle insistently into Steve's hand. Bending forward, he braced
his arms on the counter and spread his legs further apart in
Steve's breath caught. Hastily he squirted oil into his hand
and slipped his fingers between Jarod's cheek, probing his
opening gently before slipping a finger inside.
Jarod bit his lip, forestalling a gasp. Steve liked anal sex
but still had reservations about it and had a tendency to stop
if Jarod showed signs of reacting badly. Jarod knew that if he
could outlast the initial discomfort and pain, what followed
would be well worth it.
Steve rested his free hand on Jarod's hip, working his finger
in deeper, searching for that spot of pleasure. A sudden groan
from Jarod signed his success and he smiled as he stroked that
small gland, watching what he could see of his lover's face.
Jarod groaned again and pressed back encouragingly, flinching
only slightly when Steve worked a second finger into him. Steve
made a point of caressing the gland as he flexed the fingers
gently apart, loosening the tight ring of muscle. Beneath him,
Jarod whimpered with pleasure, his own cock hard and leaking. At
that sound, Steve's control broke.
Despite his sudden urgency, Steve managed to gently to
extract his fingers from Jarod, ignoring his groan of
disappointment. Squirting more oil in his hand, he spread it
thickly on his hard cock and stepped closer to Jarod, slipping
the head gently into him.
Jarod sucked in his breath at the brief pain then, knowing
Steve still might stop, rocked backwards insistently, impaling
himself further on Steve's hard cock. Steve grabbed his hips,
firmly holding him still, waiting until he felt Jarod had
adjusted to being entered before slowly thrusting his way
Both men panted as they moved together, groaning with shared
pleasure. This was, for the both of them, the ultimate
consummation, one that Steve sometimes wished he could share
with his partner. But he wasn't ready, not yet but then he saw
the sheer pleasure on his lover's face and vowed that one day,
hopefully soon, he would let Jarod give him that pleasure, that
he would give Jarod the same pleasure he was currently
With a sudden motion, Steve moved back, slipping free of
Jarod's body. Jarod didn't bother wondering why; he already
knew. He straightened and turned, pulling himself onto the
counter. Luckily the counters were wide enough for him to lay
back on, though not too comfortably. Not that it mattered.
He raised his legs and Steve stepped close, slipping back
into him with ease, bracing himself on his arms. Jarod sighed,
resting his calves on Steve's shoulders as the man regained his
rhythm, eye locked on Jarod's face.
Steve, Jarod had long since realized, liked to watch his face
as they made love and he found that he liked watching Steve as
well. He could even tell when Steve was about to come by the
expression on his face. Yes, there was the look he was watching
for. So involved was he in enjoying Steve's pleasure that he
forgot his own, watching as Steve drew breath in sharply,
thrusting deeply and becoming still as he came. His eyes left
Jarod's face for the first time, squeezing shut as his back
arched, head thrown back, grunting softly with pleasure.
Jarod thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful.
Gradually, Steve relaxed, resting heavily on his braced arms,
hand hanging then he gently drew free of Jarod's body, bending
forward to engulf Jarod's erection. Jarod gasped then groaned,
letting his legs rest on Steve's back. He slid his fingers into
Steve's hair, unconsciously guiding his lover.
Already over-stimulated from being fucked, it didn't take but
a couple seconds for Jarod to come. He cried out his pleasure,
filling his lover's mouth with liquid heat. Steve swallowed
willingly before kissing his way up Jarod's chest until he
reached the willing mouth then plundering that fiercely with
lips and tongue. Jarod kissed him back fervently, enjoying the
taste of himself in his lover's mouth.
"And a good morning to you, too." He finally
managed to catch his breath enough to say and Steve let his head
drop to rest on Jarod's shoulder as he laughed silently.
Definitely not the End
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