Page 13 of Crybaby
“Why don’t we start a little slower?” he suggested, no longer pushing but being pulled by Sasha towards his room.
“Why? You not want?”
“It’s not about…Jesus Christ. Can you do anything in moderation?”
“Why? No.”
“Urgh. Let’s just get on the bed first, you menace,” he complained, turning the dimmer lights in his room on low as they stepped inside.
“Okay, but naked first.”
Jason tried to gather all the little pieces of himself that kept being blown apart by Sasha. “Fine. Naked first, your majesty.”
Jason took his shirt off without preamble, but when his head was free of the fabric, he saw Sasha was sitting on the bed, just watching him. “I thought we were getting naked.”
“You first. I watch.”
Of all the stupid things that night to make him blush, that did it. “Aren’t you supposed to be all shy or something? Nervous? Therapycannotbe that fucking good.”
“Why be nervous? It’s you.”
The absurd sincerity in Sasha’s face had Jason closing his eyes to deal with the blow. “Okay,” he said, more to himself than Sasha, and continued undressing.
Jason was hyperaware of Sasha’s eyes on him as he removed his shoes, his socks, his jeans. He was about to just get it over with and take his briefs off when Sasha’s hands darted out, stopping him.
Jason looked at him, but Sasha’s eyes were fixed on the tented material of his underwear, a hungry, frozen look on his face. His lips were slightly parted, a glimpse of a wet mouth in the low light.
Slowly, Sasha moved his hands so that his fingers stroked gently across the straining bulge. Objectively, the touch was nearly nothing. Contextually, it had Jason shuddering, clutching one of Sasha’s shoulders to keep himself from swaying forwards.
Sasha leaned closed so that his nose, his hot breath, brushed against Jason’s trapped cock.
“Sasha,” Jason whispered, overwhelmed, the words bubbling out of him.
Sasha sat back, two red spots high on his cheeks. For the first time, he looked unsure. Embarrassed for wanting. Jason couldn’t abide that.
Jason bent down, giving Sasha a slow, deep kiss. “Okay?” he asked as he pulled away.
Sasha nodded, eyes still closed. “Yes. Okay.”
“Let’s get these clothes off you.”
Sasha nodded again, and Jason knelt, starting on his shoes. Sasha let him do it, watching him intently as Jason methodically undid the laces before removing the shoes, the socks. The shirt came off next, revealing the pale expanse of his chest.
Jason couldn’t help but touch, running his fingers from Sasha’s throat, through his chest hair, to the soft folds of his belly from sitting down. He tilted forwards and dragged his tongue across one of his nipples, relishing in the soft, surprised noise Sasha made. Jason couldn’t help but bite then, drawing out a gasp that heated Jason from deep, deep inside.
Jason pulled away, looking at Sasha’s face carefully as Jason’s hands settled on the button of Sasha’s jeans. He paused for a moment, searching for fear, but there wasn’t even doubt.
Jason undid Sasha’s jeans and pulled them off, Sasha lifting his ass just enough to help him, and suddenly Sasha was almost bare, black briefs containing an impressive bulge.
Jason wasn’t nearly as cautious as Sasha. He pressed his palm lightly on the base of Sasha’s cock and then stroked the hard line of it. Sasha jolted, a sharp, surprised noise escaping him.
Jason pulled down the briefs, just enough so that the head of Sasha’s cock was revealed, and wasted no time in dragging his tongue over the slit before taking it gently into his mouth.
Sasha clutched at Jason’s shoulder, digging his fingers in, thighs spasming as Sasha cried out something filthy-sounding in Russian.
Jason closed his eyes, suckling just enough to give Sasha a taste of what was to come.
“Jason.” Sasha’s voice sounded wrecked already, and Jason didn’t miss the way his body tilted towards him as Jason pulled away.
