Page 75 of The Fete of Summer
“Later, baby. I’ll tell you everything later. Can we just get home?”
Nathan had the front door opened in record time, and they stumbled upstairs to the bedroom. He watched mesmerised as Jaymes tore at his own clothes before impatiently reaching to help Nathan out of his. When they had done, Jaymes hesitated for a second, his gaze burning into Nathan’s naked body.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Nate.”
Before he had a chance to reply, Jaymes reached out to take him and lowered him gently onto the mattress. When he landed on his back, Jaymes crawled on top, licking, kissing and exploring every crevice with his mouth, each nipple, every orifice, every tiny piece of goosebump flesh from his neck all the way down his groin. Beyond the sensory onslaught, Nathan thought he heard the scrape of a drawer being opened. Warm breath continued to caress his skin, making him gasp, but Jaymes never once used his fingertips. When Nathan lifted a hand or moved to reciprocate, Jaymes pushed him firmly back. After the third attempt, Nathan surrendered and allowed Jaymes to take over, giving him what he appeared to need.
Every time Jaymes’ lips landed on his skin, the heat of his erection touched Nathan gently on the leg or thigh, stoking Nathan’s own need. Even the heavy dip in the mattress on either side of his body where Jaymes’ hands landed contributed to Nathan’s arousal.
Until he could take no more, his body screaming for release. What had started as ecstasy began to resemble torture. Jaymes had not once touched Nathan’s hard-on. Soft kisses and an eager tongue continued exploring around his groin, his balls, while his knees were lifted and Jaymes worked his tongue hungrily between the cheeks. His fingers probed inside, with Jaymes’ hot and straining erection constantly smoothing along one of Nathan’s upper thighs and once or twice rubbing against his achingly needy crevice. In a final act of cruelty, he drew his tongue from the base of Nathan’s cock all the way up to the top.
“Fuck. Jay, please,” Nathan whimpered, unable to contain the onslaught of pleasure.
Jaymes’ head came away then and he hovered, smiling, over Nathan’s tortured face.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Anything. Everything. You.”
“Want me to fuck—?
“Yes!”
“Or suck?”
“Yes. Either.”
“I just want to make sure Raul’s money was well spent—”
“Stop torturing me!”
Already lubed up, Jaymes pushed inside Nathan. The initial moment of pain—so startling yet familiar, and something he had missed— caused him to tense up but also filled and completed him. Jaymes stilled fully inside, allowing the burn to subside, knowing Nathan’s body and need so well, waiting for a few breaths before beginning the regular strokes in and out, each time adjusting his angle to hit Nathan’s pleasure spot. Pushing slowly at first, he continued to kiss Nathan’s neck, tightly clasping Nathan's hands against the headboard—both to distract him and to overwhelm him with sensation. Nathan murmured unintelligible sounds, broken words of encouragement, meeting Jaymes’ thrusts until he could hold on no longer and let out a loud, guttural roar as he sprayed his stomach and Jaymes’ chest in pent-up cum. Dizzy and dazed from the sheer intensity, he felt Jaymes orgasm seconds later, growling in his ear as the hot wetness filled him and his lover’s body collapsed on top of him with a shudder.
They remained that way for blissful minutes. Jaymes rested heavily on top of Nathan, smothering him, their hearts beating together with exertion. Slowly, their breathing began to normalise as Jaymes’ erection deflated inside him. Without a word, Jaymes rolled off but knit their fingers together, the hot left side of his body touching Nathan’s right. Eventually Jaymes pulled Nathan’s head onto his shoulder and kissed him on the brow. Finally floating down from his high, Nathan sighed and smiled.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” asked Nathan.
“Sorry,” murmured Jaymes, placing his free hand over his eyes. “Didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“Freak me out?” said Nathan, pulling the hand away. “Are you kidding? That was as hot as hell. If you ever want to freak me out in future, please don’t worry about asking permission.”
Jaymes chuckled and stared affectionately at Nathan.
“Good answer. And that was only number one in a very long list rattling around in my overactive brain. Since leaving you at Heathrow, I’ve developed an imaginative storybook of things I want to do with you and to you. All stored up in my brain and aching to be played out. The long and the short of it is I’ve missed you, Nate, like I’ve never missed anyone in my life. I reasoned that it’s because I’ve never had such a powerful connection with anyone. I thought that being over there and knowing I’d be coming back at the end of the stint, I could put my head down and cope. But every night I lie awake—sometimes all night—thinking about you and what we would be doing if I’d stayed. Sometimes, it’s simple things, like sitting eating breakfast, watching television together curled top on your sofa, or going for a run—and, of course, a lot concerned the bedroom.”
“Why didn’t you say anything on the phone?”
“I didn’t want you to worry. And honestly, what could you have done?”
“You know I’m yours, Jay, don’t you? Yours alone?”
“Of course, I know that. But for once in my life, the distance has become an issue for me.”
At that, Jaymes turned on his side and studied Nathan.
“I don’t know how they do it. People who love each other. How they work overseas for long periods away from their loved ones. Every day I work alongside men and women who do exactly that, to provide for their families. Life can be cruel.”
“And amazing. What is that old adage? Absence makes the heart grow—”
