Chapter Seven – Are You Freaked Out?
April wasn’t sure he should move and obey Jett’s order, but it looked like, for the moment, his body wanted to do that and who was he to argue with his own anatomy?
He stopped in front of Jett. “Well?” he asked. “What should I do now?” April tried to sound casual, but his voice sounded a bit weird.
Jett’s grin grew broader. “Turn.”
April sighed and turned. And instantly let out a small gasp as his ass was grabbed forcefully. “Dude!”
He tried to get away, but Jett caught him by the waistband of his pants and dragged him back. “Hey, you said you wanted to make me feel good,” Jett pointed out.
“I wasn’t thinking about putting my ass up for fondling!”
From the force of the pull, April landed on Jett’s lap, and now he was kept tightly by the waist.
“Sorry, talking doesn’t do it for me. Fondling a cute butt might do the trick, though.”
April could feel his cheeks burning. Jett was the biggest asshole in the universe for playing him like that. It wasn’t fair. “Don’t say that!” He struggled to get away, but Jett made almost no effort to keep him in place.
“You won’t get away. Since you’re such a goody-two-shoes and you want everyone in this house to be happy and sing ‘Kumbaya’, it’s only fair that you practice what you preach.”
“How? By letting you defile my body?”
“Defile your body?” Jett guffawed. “Seriously, dude, just how virgin are you?”
“Um, like one-hundred-percent or something?” April replied as he wiggled his ass, hoping to make Jett uncomfortable, too.
“Ah, so you’ve never sucked a cock?”
“Of course not! What do you take me for?”
“What about jerking off a dude?”
“No way!” April resigned with a sigh and stopped struggling. “I want to do things like that with someone special.”
“Jerking off is not that special. All guys do it.”
“Is this argument leading somewhere or you’re this annoying only because you can?”
“Actually, it is. Let’s jerk off together, April.”
April froze for a second, and then he burst into laughter. “You almost got me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jett said and snuck his arm around April’s waist like a boa. “Come on. A little jerking off between pals won’t hurt anyone.”
“Oh, fuck, you’re serious,” April moaned. “Jett, normal pals don’t jerk off together. And we’re not pals!”
“We live in the same house; we raise a kid together … I’d say we’re more than pals,” Jett said matter-of-factly.
April was about to protest some more when Jett stood up with him in his arms, and then suddenly put him down on the sofa. From the move, April ended with his legs apart and Jett between them, leaning over him, or better said, crushing him.
“April, dude, because of you and that little kid upstairs, I find myself in a dating slump.”
“It must be so tough,” April said and rolled his eyes.
He could feel something against his crotch. Also, Jett was right in his face, and they were too close for comfort. Actually, they were too close for his comfort. Where he stood, Jett appeared to be quite comfortable.
“Yeah, it is. What? You don’t jerk off?”
April blushed. There had been way too many things happening within just a few days to think of that. Well, he had thought of it after Jett had kissed him, but he had pushed those thoughts away.
“I do, but --”
“So let’s just do it together!”
“Wait. Can’t you do it on your own? Watch some porn, for fuck’s sake.”
“I don’t like doing it by myself. It’s boring,” Jett replied.
“Are you trying to tell me that you need an audience? What for? Usually, people jerk off when they’re alone. When they have company, they usually prefer to do other things,” April explained, overly conscious of how he was babbling and couldn’t look Jett in the eyes.
“Not an audience. What I need is a hand. Yours.”
April swallowed hard. “My hand? What for?”
“Do you want me to spell it for you?” Jett got closer, and April let his eyelids drop, the other’s breath hot on his face. “You help me out, and I help you out in return. Come on. It’s fun.”
“Really? How many guys have you jerked off with?”
“None.”
April risked one look at Jett. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking at him. But his caramel eyes, fringed by darker eyelashes that made April sighed against himself, looked somewhere lower. Just as he realized what Jett was looking at, their lips came together.
For the umpteenth time, it wasn’t fair. April had no defenses when it came to Jett and his kisses. Firm lips were crushing his, making him open his mouth, and accept a teasing tongue that knew what to do to him to make him lose his mind.
He whimpered softly and began kissing back. Since he had lost already, what was the point to resist?
Jett pulled away. Then he grinned. “April, my dude, you’re so into me.”
April pouted. “Am not.”
“You kissed me back.”
Oh, he would have liked to wipe that smirk off Jett’s face, but instead, he just reached out and kissed him, taking him by surprise.
That lasted only for a few seconds, though. Jett came back with a vengeance. He grabbed April by the back of his neck and began kissing him furiously.
They were probably doing all kinds of funny sounds, but luckily, Jay was upstairs and deep in sleep, and no one else was witness to their craziness. At the moment, that was what it felt like, April thought with the last shred of conscious thought.
“You have the best lips,” Jett whispered to him, as he pulled away only to attack April’s lips again and again.
April begged to differ a little. He had kissed a few boys in his life, but he could not remember anything like this. When he had kissed Jett at thirteen, it had been clumsy, and chaste, and nothing like the scorching heat he now shared with the grownup young man crushing him under his weight. So the best lips actually belonged to Jett, not him.
“Thanks, I guess,” April replied, for lack of anything intelligent to say.
Jett climbed on top of him and manipulated his body so that they were touching now, head to toes. April felt funny, but not as he would have expected while being crashed by someone bigger than him.
“What are we doing?” April whispered.
He had no idea why he was whispering. They were alone in that big house, save for a sleeping baby.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m going to kiss you again,” Jett said and grounded their crotches together, earning an immediate small grunt from April.
“Um, no, please, I mean, wait!” April hoped the urgency in his voice was enough to cut through Jett’s evident determination to do as he pleased.
“What for?”
“Jett, my dude, to speak your language, you’re straight, and I’m, um, well, a virgin.”
Jett smirked. “Would you like me to correct that?”
April bit the inside of his cheek a little. This situation was way out of hand already. “A hand job can’t really take away my virginity.”
“See? I don’t want anything extreme. Your lips on mine, and your hand on my cock.”
Just the way Jett said the word ‘cock’ made April feel funny. So, okay, he knew well what it meant to be horny since he was that almost half of his waking hours normally, but this was different.
It has to be because this was Jett, April’s first crush ever, and second to none. April had liked other boys throughout the years but always hesitated before doing more than kissing and a bit of petting. There was an explanation for that.
It could be that April had never gotten over Jett, and, obviously, that was bad since Jett was straight and even had a kid. Just putting reality into a sentence like that should have crushed any secret hopes and dreams he might have nurtured.
Instead, the reality was Jett crushing him and one inch away from kissing him with those maddening lips and tongue. What kind of reality was that? April wanted to pinch himself, only he couldn’t because he was thoroughly immobilized.
“What are you thinking about?” Jett leaned and bit April’s bottom lip playfully.
“This is weird. We shouldn’t --”
“Shut up, April,” Jett commanded softly. “Your mouth is a golden treasure when you shut up.”
“Sure, sure.” April scoffed and tried to move a little.
“I mean it. You have the most kissable mouth I’ve ever kissed.”
April licked his lips.
“Tempting,” Jett whispered and kissed him again, brushing their lips together, without tongue.
This was worse, in a way. It made April feel the need to take the initiative, and that was bad. The only initiative he had right now was to kiss Jett silly until he had his fill.
“Jett,” he protested and moved his head away.
“No wonder you’re still a virgin. You’re playing hard to get.”
“For the record, my being hard to get implies that you would want to pursue me romantically --”
Jett’s laughter stopped him. “Seriously, dude, who talks like that? It’s like you’re saying stuff from a book or something.”
“I’m just trying to be considerate,” April said, hoping the daggers he was shooting from his eyes were enough to make Jett back the fuck off.
No such luck. His daggers were blunt, or Jett had too thick skin for them.
“Considerate?”
“I’m not one of your girlfriends, Jett.”
“Sure thing you’re not.”
“I don’t have boobs --”
Jett snuck one hand under his t-shirt and pinched one of April’s nipples hard.
“Ouch! Hands off, idiot!”
“Sorry, my bad. What else do you have to say?”
“I don’t dare to say anything. Come on, dude, this is wrong.”
“It feels good.” Jett flashed another grin at him.
“It’s ridiculous, that’s what it is. You’re straight; I’m gay; we could never work!”
“Hey, I’m not asking you to marry me. I just want a handjob. If you hadn’t been so fussy, we could have been done by now.”
“Glad to hear that you wouldn’t take long,” April said dryly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Jett replied quickly. “Plus, if you’re so against it, why are you rubbing your cock against me?”
“I’m not!” April protested and froze.
Maybe he was. But that was hardly the point. The point was him not losing his head over this. For Jett, it was just a bit of fun, but for him ... Well, for him, it would be his most secret dream turned into reality only to become a nightmare.
“By the way, how big are you?” Jett questioned.
“How big --”
“Inches? How many?”
“I didn’t measure it, what the hell!?”
“Liar.” Jett grinned. “Let’s compare, April!”
“Are you going to let me go if we do?”
“Yeah.”
April knew he couldn’t trust a word coming out of that sexy mouth that was driving him insane with just a brush of the lips, but at least there was a chance he could make a run for it since Jett needed to get off of him for the presumed comparison of cocks.
He sat gingerly on the sofa, as Jett released him. The guy had no modesty. Jett pulled his cock out of his jeans and gave it a few tugs to make it grow to its full potential. He was obviously proud of it. April stared in fascination.
“Seriously? Never measured yours? I thought gay dudes were into cocks. What kind of a gay dude are you?”
April didn’t reply. He was chewing his bottom lip, looking longingly at Jett’s cock, a wonderful thing, really, not extremely long, but thick and equipped with a mouth-watering mushroom. He swallowed a few times.
He made a move to jump off the couch when Jett reached for the waistband of his pants. “I can do it on my own,” he said.
Hurriedly, he whipped out his cock. There was no need to rub it to make it hard because the thing was stiff as a rod.
“Nice,” Jett said and wrapped his hand around it.
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