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James had to admit, the whole charity catwalk thing was way more professional than he’d anticipated. He hadn’t just been thrown one random outfit to wear–he’d had multiple “fittings” to find the right style and fit for him specifically. More important than that, all the local shops participating wanted the right models to showcase their merchandise and actually get people invested in the raffle tickets and sales. The fashion show had taken weeks to set up and James had been perplexed each time he’d visited the event center downtown–there was a whole crew setting up the temporary runway with adding backdrops, taking them down just to replace them with new ones, rigging lights up and running lights down the lengths of the runway that James felt more and more nervous about. But it was a favor to Kirk, the somewhat eclectic but very friendly shop owner who’d proposed the idea to James the last time he went in to check out a new jacket, and James was making himself stick to the commitment.
He’d seen Kirk at each fitting. He was so excited for the show, rifling through what appeared to be half of the merch he had at the store for things he thought James would give his best “strut” in; James felt a little bad he couldn't mirror the excitement. He was just too nervous, too shy, too insecure for a literal spotlight. Kirk had told James that he could probably pull anything off with his height and long legs. James wasn’t so sure. Each time he had to slip behind the changing screen, he wanted to disappear into the floor. He’d even gotten a new breakout on his face the same week, something he thought he was way too old for and something that made him want to ask what the makeup situation would be. Kirk was as encouraging as he could be, spouting compliment after compliment, but James still wanted to shrink away at the thought of so many stranger’s eyes fixed on him.
Finally came the day before the show and James’ final fitting. He was fussing with himself in the full-length mirror, tugging at the sleeves of the shirt Kirk had given him as a last minute alternative. Jason, one of the crew members who James had observed doing most of the work on the lights, was walking behind him and wrapping an extension cord up in his hands. He’d always been friendly with James whenever he stopped by, but James had seen Jason really emphatic and talkative with other crew members. It was an extroversion and confidence he liked to witness from the sidelines during all this preparation. Now, James found all his observations a little ironic considering in less than 24 hours, he’d be the one people would be watching from the sidelines.
“You’re wearing that tomorrow?” Jason asked as he continued to wrap up the cord, stopping a few feet behind James, catching his eyes in the mirror.
James’ face heated right away, not only because the outfit was so blatantly a deviation from his comfort zone and someone else was, once again, scrutinizing him, but because now that he’d gotten a better look at him, Jason was really hot. Strong body, strong features and a self-assuredness that was apparent through the way he carried himself, like he knew he was cool and attractive but felt no need to actually show himself off or act like he was better than anyone. Effortless and easy-going and his eyes were wholly focused on James.
“I don’t know yet,” James said, looking down at the sheer black fabric, the deep V revealing a generous portion of his bare chest. “Kirk just told me to try it.”
“You should wear it,” Jason said. The smile he gave James was warm and kind, then turned a little sly, one corner of his mouth lifting. “It looks really good on you. I’d definitely throw some money around after seeing that.”
James didn’t expect the flirtation. It made his nerves coil for a moment, then he felt fizzy little butterflies in his stomach. He straightened up and looked back at his own reflection, trying to see what Jason saw. “Really?”
Jason threw the bundled extension cord over his shoulder. “Trust me,” he said, still looking right into James’ eyes. “I know models.”
James snorted, laughed a little. “What’s that mean?”
Jason laughed too. “Just trust me,” he said again, giving James a wink.
James blushed more. He hoped Jason wasn’t looking too hard at his face. He couldn’t think of any models with such flawed skin. “I still have to practice my walk. I’m more worried about that than the clothes now.”
“The runway is up,” Jason reminded him. “If you wanna practice now. It’s not like anyone else is here.”
James turned around and looked around for Kirk. “Kirk is here. I don’t know if I’m ready for his actual criticisms.”
Jason waved a hand. “He cares a lot less about the walk than the clothes–that’s what he’s particular about. I was talking to him earlier about his models and he thinks you’ll all be great.”
Kirk had recruited two other guys for his slot, one around James’ age and one older, a personal friend of his that brought a different style and, as had been said, maturity to the show. The shop Kirk owned was a sort of boutique James wasn’t even sure how to describe, a mixture of leather, silk, metal and pleather. The first time he stopped in was because he saw a cool leather jacket on a mannequin in the window and then he’d discovered Kirk’s place always had something new in stock James could fawn over. He couldn’t often afford the clothes, so he treasured the few pieces he’d been able to buy for himself. Kirk was sometimes extra generous though, letting James get first dibs on sales or hiding certain pieces in the back for him. Even more generously, Kirk told James that he could keep any of the clothes he wore during the show that weren’t successfully raffled off.
James took another look around the room for Kirk, who was nowhere in sight. Even most of the crew had left, with just two guys left to start setting up the chairs.
“Come on,” Jason encouraged, smiling again, with another wave. “Give it a shot. I’ve worked a few of these shows before. I wanna see how you strut.”
James started to fiddle with the gold buttons on the sleeves’ cuffs, looking down at his own wrists. “Uh–I don’t know, man.”
“Alright, alright–no pressure.” James looked back up and Jason let the extension cord drop from his shoulder to his hand. “I’ll see it tomorrow.” He started to turn and walk away, and James was left feeling silly and annoyed with himself for looking so blatantly sheepish when apparently Jason thought he was hot stuff, but then Jason turned back to him: “What are you doing after this? You wanna go get a drink?”
James balked at him for a moment. He didn’t get asked out often. Girls usually expected James to ask them, and other guys seemed to expect the same, more or less, if they didn’t automatically assume he was straight. Both seemed to find James too intimidating, though he knew his rough demeanor and hardened exterior were more compensation for nerves than anything else. He realized Jason hadn’t seen any of those facades–he’d already seen James vulnerable and out of his element and apparently liked him just the same. Probably more, James concluded, before he agreed to Jason’s offer.
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“So how’d Kirk wrangle you into being in the show?” Jason asked James over their beers. The bar was nearly dead on the Thursday evening, the weird chunk of time between happy hour ending and stable, working people having gone home, leaving just a few stragglers and night owls hanging out at the bar counter. Jason had chosen a table, and James had to adjust to being looked at straight-on again.
“Uh, basically he said I could keep whatever clothes are leftover,” James told him. “I don’t know if there’ll even be any left, but I felt like I couldn’t turn him down. He said I’d be good to have in the show.” Despite a mostly empty stomach and his nerves begging to be drowned in alcohol, the beer wasn’t doing much to tone down the butterflies that were still flitting about in his stomach. It didn’t make sense to him–Jason had such an easy-going, friendly energy about him. There was no need to be nervous at all. But he was handsome, jarringly so in the warm glow of the bar interior, and his age stood out to James then, too. It wasn’t a bad thing; it just made James feel a little immature.
But Jason apparently liked him. It was flattering, though it added to James’ nervousness. He took another sip of his beer to try and alleviate the dryness in his mouth.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Jason replied. He leaned back in his chair and didn’t even try to hide the scanning gaze down James’ face and upper body. “You have a sort of model look. Plus the height–how tall are you, man?”
James obviously saw the difference between he and Jason before, which became more apparent when they’d actually walked side by side. He was used to being the taller one in any dynamic. Jason could parallel in physique though, maybe even beat James out. The black t-shirt only emphasized the lean, taut muscles of his arms and chest, strength cultivated by manual labor and, James assumed, plenty of workouts in between. “6’1.”
“You might be the tallest one out of the whole show,” Jason declared. “I guess it’s tough to find real people who can top that.”
“‘Real people?’” James questioned. He looked down at his nearly empty glass; Jason’s was still half full. “Aren’t all models real people?”
Jason laughed. “Yeah, shit. Bad choice of words. Sometimes models don’t seem like they’re real, especially if they’re as hot as you are. But you seem pretty real.”
James downed the rest of his beer in one go. “You ever worked a real fashion show?”
“Yeah, a few of ‘em. And I’ve done a couple of these charity gigs. These don’t pay much, sometimes nothing at all, but that’s alright. I like to keep busy.”
James tapped the side of the glass and looked at Jason intently. “Busy flirting.”
Jason laughed again and took another drink, easily catching up with James. “Sometimes. Sometimes it ends up working in my favor, like now.” He reached across the table and brushed his fingers over James’, preparing to take his empty glass away. “Want another?”
Two more beers later, James and Jason were standing outside the bar preparing to part ways, and the anxiety about the next night crept back into James’ mind.
“You’ll be great,” Jason insisted. “You’ll only be up there for like, two minutes max.”
“I’m doing two outfits, not one,” James told him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Jason put a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, so more like four minutes max. Especially for a charity show, most people are gonna be more interested in the actual clothes, not the models.”
James wasn’t sure he believed that, but he relaxed with Jason’s reassuring touch, exhaling. For all the verbal flirting, the hand on his shoulder was the first move Jason had made to intentionally touch him at all, but James could sense the tension between them clearly then, that familiar nervousness and trepidation surrounding the first experience of physical intimacy with someone new. He wanted that tension to grow just a few seconds longer, elongate itself and then snap into something totally gratifying, so he took the chance–James put his hands on Jason’s hips and dipped down, pressing a soft, tentative kiss on his lips. Almost immediately, he felt Jason smile and the fingers over his shoulder tightened slightly. Jason’s smile turned to an intentional, deeper kiss back as he brought his other hand to James’ waist.
“You’re really cool,” James said when Jason gave him a few inches between them, though both their hands still lingered on each other.
“Glad you think so,” Jason said, smiling up at him. “I didn’t mean to be a creep before. It’s just hard not to look at you–and I like you. I’d like to see you again, James. Y’know, just the two of us. No audience.”
“Tomorrow?” James asked. “After the show?” He’d have something to look forward to then, in addition to perhaps some free clothes. Jason smiled, and James didn’t care that he was blatantly eager, his heart fluttering delicately in his chest.
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True to model life, James hadn’t eaten anything all day except a little bit of breakfast. Not because he wanted to watch his figure, but because he’d been so nervous about the fashion show, his stomach churning for hours. Now that the time had come and everyone was bustling around him, he didn’t feel quite as tense, distracted by the busy world around him. Still, he’d come prepared–there was a flask in his jacket pocket and, after Kirk gave him the first outfit to put on, James went for it. One big sip before he stripped off his regular clothes and one big sip for after he was all dolled up in the mesh tank top and skin-tight pleather pants, complete with black boots that had a heel to make James tower over everyone even more than usual.
He dangled the flask in front of himself as he looked in the mirror. It wasn’t something he’d ever have the balls to wear out, but he thought he actually did look pretty good. Kirk thought so too, affirming the outfit with a wolf whistle as he checked up on James and set aside outfit number two, the one Jason had complimented the day prior.
James swept out from behind his changing screen. Some of the other “models” were still hidden behind their own screens, but some had come out and were being given final touch-ups by the other business owners. Looking around, James thought Kirk still had the coolest stuff by far. He was going to be shocked if he ended up going home with anything from the show, unless people really were so tasteless as not to bid and raffle their money away.
He wondered what Jason was up to. James couldn’t stop thinking about the drinks they’d shared. He was getting butterflies again just thinking about Jason’s smile and his laugh, and how he’d kissed James’ cheek before they’d parted ways. Standing amidst the hustle and bustle of the charity fashion show, he lifted his hand to his cheek as if he could still feel the warm imprint of Jason’s lips. He felt like he might be able to. He certainly felt it when he’d gone home and jerked off to the thought of he and Jason kissing for real again and again and, of course, fucking.
Suddenly Kirk was ushering James to the edge of the runway. Def Leppard was blaring through the room, and another shove of his hips sent James up the steps and strutting, literally strutting, down the runway. He didn’t think, he just did it–he had tunnel vision up there, ignoring the hot lights on his body, blind to the spectators sitting all around him. James’ only goal was to get to the end, do a quick pose that didn’t make him want to throw himself into the ocean later on, and turn right back around. As those boots stomped with each step, he did distantly wonder where Jason was again. No doubt he was watching–James knew he would be–but from where?
James would find out later. He made it to the end of the runway and faltered a bit, not used to wearing such high shoes, then turned and made his long strides back to Kirk, who was nothing but smiles and pats on the back for him.
By the time his second catwalk was over, James was sweaty and his mind was wiped out, but his body was surging with adrenaline and pride. He wanted a cigarette or a shot or for Jason to find him in the back and just bend him over the nearest surface already. But James could be patient at times and anyway, he didn’t have to wait long for Jason to make his way through the hoard of other models and meet him.
“You were fucking great,” Jason said with a laugh, running one hand through his hair. There was a warm flush to his cheeks, like he was flustered by witnessing James’ model debut. James liked it. “By far the best model up there, James. Kirk’s sales are gonna go through the roof after this.”
James held his own hair up off the back of his neck and tilted his head back. “You made those lights so fucking bright, man. I’m so hot.” He was too hot to feel at all self-conscious any longer. He just wanted some air, some water and maybe to slip into a cool, chlorinated pool with Jason and a few drinks–something James imagined all successful models doing, more or less.
Jason chuckled and moved in close. James felt his hands over his chest, then Jason’s fingers were unbuttoning his shirt. “Yeah, you are. And you’re free.” Once unbuttoned, Jason pulled the shirt away from James’ torso. The air still felt too warm, but James did feel he could breathe better–until one of Jason’s fingers traced a line down his stomach and the butterflies erupted again.
James let his hair drop down over his shoulders again as he looked down at Jason. “I was worried I’d trip.”
“But you didn’t.” Jason looked around for a moment, then tugged on James’ sleeve and brought him down to his own level, speaking quietly in his ear as one hand slid around James’ hip: “I wanna go home with you.”
Jason’s voice was already rough and needy and, already, James’ body was tingling with more anticipation and more of those butterflies. “Really?”
Jason chuckled. “Yeah, James. Really, really.” His hand slid further along his hip to rest on James’ butt. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
James stopped himself from asking “really?” again. It was so hot to have someone so into him and so open about it. Jason’s confidence was enticing, every interaction with James like parts of some sort of seduction he’d never encountered before. It was exciting.
“Okay,” James said. He gave himself the opportunity to run his hands over Jason’s shoulders and chest then down to his abs, so hard and toned. He was already getting a little hard himself in his pants just thinking about what the rest of Jason’s body would feel like. “Just gimme like, an hour.”
–
James was nervous all over again knowing Jason would be coming over to his place. He took another swig from his flask while he was still wrapped in a towel after his shower, trying to hype himself up. It’s just a hookup, he told himself. You’re hot. Jason knows you’re hot. He likes you. You’re gonna get to fuck.
Not seeing much of a point in getting dolled up again, he put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and left it at that. Aided by the shower and the additional bit of alcohol, he felt good–loose with his body relaxed and excited for what was to come. He’d never hooked up with an older guy–not that Jason was old, but his age was another hot factor, one James hadn’t considered much before their night at the bar. He was able to carry on a conversation differently than a lot of other people James spent time with–every word seemed intentional, as did every look and touch he offered James. James did wonder how many other models, both professional and volunteers, Jason had hooked up with. He decided he was going to try to make their night together the best lay with a model Jason had ever had.
The moment came when James was buzzing Jason in, he was opening his door, and there Jason stood, still beaming up at James like he was sure he had during–and after–the show, his eyes bright, a gentle smile, looking like he was completely charmed.
“Good to see you again,” Jason said, breaking eye contact to look down at the small pile of sneakers next to the door. “Shoes off?”
James stepped aside. “Sure.”
Jason kicked off his own sneakers, dropping down another half inch. James liked the height difference. He got the sense Jason would be leading a lot of this, and he’d never really had people shorter than him–so most people–interested in taking charge. James thought it could be a really fun turn of events.
“Want a drink?” James offered, leading Jason into the little kitchen where the flask was still sitting on the counter. “I had a little before the show. It really helped.”
James was going to grab a proper glass, but Jason just took the flask. “Thanks. You were a natural on the runway. How’d it feel?”
“Pretty weird,” James admitted, checking Jason out as he dipped his head back with the flask to his lips. In the crude yet brighter lighting, he could see more clearly the stubble on his chin and the fine dark hairs over his forearm, and how the tendons in his hands flexed as he drank. Masculine, but with a softness to his energy that balanced out all the sharpness of his body. “It was kinda hard to just look straight ahead and not at the people watching.”
“Yeah, I really don’t know how they do it. There’s some kind of zone models get into.” Jason took his drink smoothly, and James could see him eyeing the kitchen. He hoped the pile of dirty dishes in the sink wouldn’t be a turn off. “So what’d you get to keep?”
“Um, the belt from the second outfit.” It was a nice belt, real leather, all black with a thick gold buckle. “And the boots from the first.”
“Really? Those boots were hot.” Jason handed James the flask. “It’s a shame you didn’t get to keep that glam shirt though, the long-sleeved one. You look so good in it.”
James laughed quietly. “It’s alright. I probably wouldn’t have worn it.”
Jason leaned back against the counter, hands gripping the edges, and shamelessly looked James up and down. His intense gaze wasn’t making James as nervous as before and while the alcohol was certainly a factor, James was able to fully recognize that Jason wasn’t just looking at him like he was a piece of meat. He looked at James like he was really looking, like he was looking at a painting or a sculpture. Like he wanted to admire him but also figure him out.
James took another drink, then gestured down his own very casually dressed figure with one hand. “What do you think of this? Could I model it?”
Jason’s eyes moved straight up from James’ bare feet to his damp hair. “I’m convinced you could model anything, man.” He lifted himself away from the counter and moved in close, putting one hand on James’ hip. “Honestly, I’d really like to see you without clothes on for a change.”
Before Jason had arrived, James had cleaned up the empty beer bottles and cans that had been scattered over various surfaces in his room; made the bed halfway decent and preemptively tucked a few condoms and a bottle of lube underneath one pillow and, lastly, lit a stick of incense which, as he and Jason stumbled into the bedroom already groping and kissing each other, was almost burnt out. James knew it could still probably be compared to any other 20-something year old’s bachelor pad, but Jason obviously didn’t care. James didn’t even think he was paying attention to his surroundings at all, his eyes wholly fixed on James once again as he maneuvered them so James’ calves were touching the edge of the bed, and Jason was standing in front of him, slipping his hands underneath his shirt.
“Let’s get all this shit off you,” he said, lifting the hem of James’ shirt and pushing it up to his armpits. James was finishing the job of pulling it off and away completely; Jason ran his hands down his sides, then he was sinking down to his knees and pressing his lips to James’ stomach.
James laughed a little–Jason’s stubble and beard was tickling the skin right above his waistband, and his chin was rubbing against the very apparent bulge in James’ sweatpants. “There’s not–ah–” James exhaled sharply when Jason mouthed over his dick through the cotton. “A lot to take off.”
Jason kept his mouth over his dick as long as he could, tugging down the sweatpants, leaning back so he could pull them down completely past James’ legs. James stepped out of them and kicked them to the side as Jason’s hands were back on him, circling his thighs, his fingers just barely brushing over his ass. The sudden waves of cool air made James’ nipples harden above, balls and dick twitch lightly below, right in front of Jason’s face.
He looked at James’ hard cock straight-on, then looked up. “Everything about you is so sexy,” Jason told him, voice a little rougher, a little lower. James waited, his stomach tight and his breath paused in his chest, for Jason’s tongue or lips or hand to make its way to his dick but Jason just their eyes connected and squeezed his thighs. “Even your dick is gorgeous.”
James put his hands on Jason’s shoulders and gave a playful tug to the neckline of his t-shirt. “Let’s see yours.”
Jason chuckled and wrapped his hands around James’ hips. “Lie down for me.”
James obliged, settling his backside against the mattress. He was reaching an arm out to beckon for Jason to join him, but Jason stayed on his knees, inching forward between James’ legs. He leaned forward and licked slowly over the inside of James’ thigh as he grabbed one ankle and pressed James’ foot against his own groin. James’ breath hitched at the sensation of slightly rough denim and the hardness underneath rubbing against the arch of his foot; it tickled for a second, then radiated up his leg, sparking where Jason was giving him a hickey on the soft flesh of his inner thigh.
Impatience finally getting the better of him, James reached down and started to stroke his own dick while Jason bit down in a new spot and flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. James slid his foot down between Jason’s legs and pressed up against his balls; Jason groaned and locked his leg in place with a firm grip around James’ ankle and gave a gentle thrust forward. He switched to James’ other thigh, kissing and biting, while using his free hand to get the fly of his jeans open. Jason bit down hard and James squealed and cursed as he shot up, bringing himself into a sitting position. Jason just chuckled and kept his face between his legs.
James yanked on his shirt. “Fucking take it off,” he demanded, but he was laughing as he said it–Jason’s hair was tickling his thighs. “Come on.”
Jason sat back and finally removed his shirt. James reached under his arms and hauled him up, not without effort–Jason was all hard muscle, and it showed, too. James ran his fingers over Jason’s pecs and down to his abs, awestruck by how delicately defined everything was.
“Do me a favor,” Jason said, then kissed James once, softly, on the lips. “And sit on my face.”
James’ thighs tensed around Jason’s waist. That was out of his wheelhouse entirely, and he didn’t want to break Jason’s neck. “Uh–I’ve never–I don’t know–”
Jason kissed him again. “I’d love for you to try. It’s easy.” He smiled, his eyes on James’ mouth. “You just relax and let me do the work.” He stood up and pulled down his jeans; James’ eyes zeroed in on the erection hidden beneath his underwear. James grabbed his hips to try and pull him closer, but Jason gave a tug to his hair. “Not yet, beautiful.”
James forced himself to keep his hands still. “You really want me to, like–get on top of you like that?”
Jason’s initial non-verbal affirmation was to get up, move past James and settle down on the bed behind him, arms behind his head with his legs slightly splayed. “That’s what I want.”
James did what he could to shut out his thoughts. He followed Jason’s desire and his own, using his racing heart to propel him into action. He dropped his knees next to Jason’s head and took a moment to figure out how he could actually “sit on his face” with some semblance of grace; Jason immediately grabbed one leg and pulled him to the side. James went with it, and a few seconds later his thighs were around Jason’s head and he was literally sitting back on his jaw, his stubble and slight beard rough and gritty against his more vulnerable skin.
“Oh, fuck,” James said, out of breath from nothing other than the wild sensation of Jason’s tongue suddenly in his ass. “Shit–that’s–”
Jason moaned in response, sending a vibration up James’ spine. His hands held James’ hips tight, keeping him pressed against his face, his nose nestled right in his crack. For James still feeling as though they barely knew each other, he’d never felt more intimate with someone before. Jason’s grip on him wasn’t oppressive or demanding–it still felt reverent, especially when Jason squeezed his hips gently and made a slow crawl of his tongue over James’ rim, like he was completely invested in making him feel good. And it felt amazing, a novel sensation that crept over every part of James’ body.
James spread his legs wider and sat back, only lifting himself up with one hand on Jason’s chest when he feared outright smothering him, but Jason pulled him back down. James sighed and whimpered, his legs trembling as Jason kept licking over his hole, taking brief pauses to nip at his cheeks. James looked down at Jason’s crotch, still guarded by his briefs, and it was plain to see that he was completely hard, his dick straining against the fabric, looking thick and heavy. James gave up waiting and leaned forward, pressing one hand against Jason’s thigh as he fumbled with the briefs with the other.
Jason grunted when James freed his cock and took it in hand, stroking as a stream of spit descended from his lips and onto the head. He smeared it around with his thumb; Jason’s hips bucked slightly. James’ body was long enough to stretch a little further and lower himself to get his mouth around his dick. The angle was odd–he couldn’t take Jason very deep, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kept James’ ass against his face, his moans muffled as he continued to eat him out noisily and sloppily. James moaned too, which made him accidentally choke on Jason’s dick for a second, and saliva streamed from between his lips and down Jason’s shaft and balls. Jason’s fingers dug into his one hip and one ass cheek, spreading him open; James tore himself away from his own sloppy blowjob technique when Jason licked his perineum and circled the pad of his thumb over his rim persistently.
“How do you feel about me fucking you?” Jason asked, still teasing between James’ legs, and ran his tongue up James’ thigh.
James hadn’t realized how sensitive he was before; the touches and licks made him twitch and tremble. “I figured that’s where this was going.” He looked at Jason’s dick again, wet and shiny. “I haven’t done that in a while–and your cock is pretty big–”
Jason laughed. “I like hearing that word from your mouth.” He urged James off himself with gentle guidance of his hips, then a light swat on his ass, and began to ease him down on his back before James could say another word. Jason kissed his neck softly; James spread one leg to the side and slid his fingers through Jason’s hair. Foreplay didn’t normally last very long for James–sex was usually hard and fast, but Jason was slow and deliberate, taking his time to make every inch of James’ body feel electric.
James wanted to try and turn him on just as much. He thrust his hips up, rubbing their cocks together. “You gonna get me ready?”
Jason took James’ earlobe between his teeth and nibbled, then asked, “Fuck yeah. It’ll feel good, James.”
James reached beneath the pillow harboring the lube and condoms and tapped Jason on the shoulder with the bottle. Jason sat back and James propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Jason generously coated his first two fingers in the lube. James’ back arched slightly when the cold gel touched between his legs, another still relatively novel sensation; Jason massaged his rim and hiked James’ right leg over his shoulder, stretching his muscles as he slid his forefinger inside until his knuckles were brushing against James’ ass.
“You already feel fucking amazing,” Jason said, pressing his cheek to James’ knee as he gasped beneath him. He curled his finger upwards. “God. Can’t believe I’m in bed with you.”
James smiled as he caught his breath. “You thought about this?” He knew Jason had. He still wanted to hear him say it. James bit his lip when Jason slid his finger out slowly, then added the second, stretching him out.
“Since I first saw you.” Jason rubbed over his prostate; James moaned and fought to not crush Jason with his leg. “I was always trying to find excuses to talk to you.”
James couldn’t resist teasing him through more deliberate deep breaths: “Should be easy for you–you bang models all the time, apparently.”
“That’s a stretch,” Jason replied, and spread his two fingers to actually stretch James out; James winced with the strange burning sensation at first, but Jason was smooth with both his fingers and his words. “I know you’re more than just a pretty face, anyway.”
James was sweating into his own sheets. He brushed hair away from his so-called pretty face, then threw the same hand out to urge Jason forward, but Jason just took James’ hand in his own and squeezed it. James huffed and shimmied his hips, arching upward to try and get Jason to reach that extra tingly spot again. “Gimme another.”
Jason retreated his fingers and James let out another rough breath. He tried to focus on his own breathing as three fingertips rubbed over his rim, but his attention shifted to Jason’s soft lips kissing his hand as those three fingers slid deep inside. James clenched his leg over Jason’s shoulder, pulling him down; Jason pinned James’ hand back against the bed and kissed him hard, swallowing all of his ragged breaths. James’ free hand grabbed Jason’s arm and squeezed; he managed to bite his bottom lip before he was given some air.
Jason leaned back to quickly tear open a condom with his teeth and slide it over his his erection, his dick flushed and hard and very easily intimidating James. James blinked as he watched Jason squeeze the lube right over the head and smear it around with one hand; he held his breath as Jason stroked his dick lazily, fluidly, then he was spreading James’ legs further apart and rubbing the head of his cock between his cheeks.
Jason switched James’ legs, setting his right onto the bed while he lifted the left around his own waist. James winced at both the unusual stretching his lower body was getting and the sudden pressure of Jason pushing against him; he closed his eyes as Jason’s hips pushed forward more and he was slowly sinking inside. He wasn’t used to it and it hurt more than he cared to admit–he tried to fight against the pain. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip hard and finally, after a few long moments, Jason’s pubic hair was brushing up against James’ balls and he could let out a heavy breath, the burning feeling mostly gone, leaving him with this immense pressure inside, a dull but persistent pressure against his prostate.
As soon as Jason was able to move his lower body, he captured James in his arms and kissed him. James kissed back, though Jason’s shallow thrusts made him grunt against his lips, and threaded his fingers through Jason’s shorter, thick waves of hair; he managed to get his other hand around Jason’s back to dig his fingers into the broad planes of muscle. His skin was warm, but James’ own felt feverish. As if sensing the same, Jason pulled back and smoothed James’ hair away from his forehead.
“Is it alright?” he asked, panting slightly, and pet James’ thigh still hooked over his waist.
It was still a strange, sort of uncomfortable pressure inside him, and Jason’s cock actually thrusting felt a bit like a tug of war. James almost laughed at his silent analogy. Yet it did feel good, not only with the teasing touch to his prostate but also by being filled up and enraptured by another person–by Jason, who looked at James with such adoration and reverence that James felt himself blush even harder, the pinkness of his face completely revealed with his hair out of the way. There was no room for any self-consciousness though–Jason was fucking him and James was loving it.
“It’s so good,” James assured him. He clasped a hand around the back of Jason’s neck and pulled him down; James pressed his lips to Jason’s throat and kissed over his warm skin, then licked a bead of sweat away. It roused a pleasant sort of purr from Jason, and James smiled to himself.
Jason obliged James with another slow lick up his neck in response, then he leaned back, baring his broad, toned chest to James’ eyes. He reached his right hand down and circled James’ erection with a soft, warm palm and James gasped, having nearly forgotten there was another part of him that could be pleasured. The steady and skilled stroking took even more of the tightness and dull ache away; he squirmed against the bed and clawed his hands into Jason’s shoulders.
Jason grunted softly. “Shit–fuck–I’m not gonna–” A low grumble came from his throat; he reached for the bottle of lube and James whined at the sudden loss of contact around his dick, but then Jason squeezed a glob right over him and went back to jerking him off. He fucked into James harder, a little sloppy and uncoordinated: “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
James felt his dick twitch in Jason’s slippery, wet hand, a hefty bead of precum get lost in the lube. He figured he wasn’t going to last much longer either, and that was fine with him–he thought a second round could be in store for the night, as long as Jason was up for it.
Their eyes met, Jason’s gaze deep and hot, cutting through James entirely. Jason moaned his name and it sounded so sweet in that rough voice, then he leaned over James, his body brought to a sudden and intense tightness; he shuddered and moaned wordlessly and softly, all his movements gone to a still. James wanted to give him his time to recover, but he also wanted to keep going and his cock was still in desperate need of more attention. He ran his fingers through Jason’s hair and tried to bring him down for a kiss, but Jason pulled back and slowly pulled himself out.
“Just you wait,” Jason said gently before James could argue, still visibly trying to catch his breath as his shoulders rose and fell over his flushed chest. James didn’t have to wait long; Jason took his lubed up fingers and brought them right between his legs, sliding three inside him all at once.
Jason’s name was cut short from James’ lips. He clasped Jason’s free wrist, pulling his arm over his chest, not sure what to do with himself with the sudden shift and how Jason’s three fingers–and then a fourth–felt even bigger than his cock. He cursed and dug his nails into Jason’s arm when his prostate was relentlessly nudged and teased, and his perineum was massaged by his thumb, then Jason managed to wrangle his arm back to himself to wrap his hand around James’ erection again.
“Shit, you are so fucking hard,” Jason said, glancing down at his own motions. He looked back up at James, and James felt sweaty, flushed and overwhelmed, but then Jason said, “And so fucking hot.”
Hearing Jason’s voice again, so gritty and threaded with such heat and intensity, sent James to the edge. He closed his eyes, tiny little sparks igniting in the dark, as he felt himself come through Jason’s palm and felt his own body tighten and contract around Jason’s fingers. Heart pounding, head full of spinning clouds, he let his body sink down into the bed, then he felt Jason moving over him and kissing his lips softly. He was still in a daze and he lazily kissed back until Jason pulled away again; James opened his eyes and watched Jason ditch the condom and stretch, his gaze moving up James’ body again.
James managed to sit up, stretching his legs in turn, his whole body loosening up. “Do I still look like a model?” he managed to ask through a heavy breath, grinning at Jason. He was still riding the high of not only that orgasm but Jason’s own company and affection–he could get used to being looked at that way.
“You look even better,” Jason said and James believed him. He laughed a little and bent down over the edge of the bed to grab his boxers. “I still can’t believe you let me come home with you. You’re too hot for me, James.”
James kicked Jason’s thigh. “Man, shut up. You told me you fucked models all the time.”
Jason pulled his boxers on. “Not ‘all the time,’ remember?” He jiggled James’ ankle. “A few. And you’re my favorite. Gotta be honest.”
James moved in close, resting himself against Jason’s side, and draped his arm over his shoulder. “Your favorite? Really?”
“Could it be more obvious?” Jason teased, keeping their faces close. He laughed, throwing his head back, when James just grinned at him.
“What?” James pressed, momentarily entranced by how Jason’s dark lashes fanned over his fair skin, how pronounced the laugh lines around his eyes were, like he’d spent years doing nothing but that.
“It’s pretty hot when you’re cocky,” Jason told him, looking back into James’ eyes and tracing his fingertips down strands of James’ hair. “Can’t say that for most people.”
“Well, I gotta admit,” James said, lying back down and folding his arms behind his head. “I don’t know anyone else who’s ever been a model, even for free. I’m kind of–kinda proud of myself.”
Jason smiled. “You should be. You really were great to see up there.”
James gave Jason another kick when he saw him grab his pants. “You don’t have to get dressed. I invited you over–so stay over.”
Jason’s smile got even bigger. “Yeah? You really want me to?”
“I do really want you to,” James affirmed. He sat up, then stepped off the bed and stood back up at his full height. He reached a hand behind himself and touched the lube that was still clinging to his skin as he touched the dried cum on his own stomach. “I need to clean up really bad.” But instead of continuing with his proposal for Jason to help with that, James straddled Jason’s thighs and pressed their groins together, Jason’s boxers giving tingly friction to James’ bare dick while Jason’s hands immediately went to squeeze his bare ass. “But I also really wanna go again.”
Jason’s fingers dipped between his cheeks, running through the lube. “I’m not gonna argue with that.” He kissed James’ collarbone. “I just need a few minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“I think I like that about you,” James told him. Anyway, Jason was already hard again–James could feel it against his thighs.
Jason looked up at him. “I like you, James. More than just a hook-up, but I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to just do this again.” He smiled a little. “Do you actually date people?”
It was such an intimate conversation while James was still naked on top of him. Still, he remained straddling Jason’s hard thighs, ripples of want moving through his stomach, each heartbeat a dense thump against his ribs. “Yeah, ‘course I do. Just gotta be the right sort of person, y’know?”
Jason traced one fingertip down James’ spine. “Am I the right sort of person?”
James hummed. “You’ve got a job. I assume you’ve got your own place.” He squeezed Jason’s bicep. “You obviously workout. And you’re really–uh, you’re really nice. Charming, even.” Jason laughed a little at that. “So yeah, I’d say you could be the right kind of person.” James was suddenly caught off guard as Jason tossed him back onto the bed, and he laughed too as Jason crawled over him.
“So,” Jason began, resting his weight over James’ hips. “Can we go out again sometime?”
James tugged on the waistband of Jason’s boxers. “Do I have to wear those boots when we do?”
Jason smiled, big and bright. “I’m not gonna say no to that either.”