Page 32 of Crybaby
Sasha’s smile widened, saying something in Russian.
“What does that mean? I recognise that word—you say it all the time.”
“Sweetheart,” Sasha said softly.
Jason closed his eyes against the pain of washing out a wound that had only just stopped bleeding. Sasha’s thumb stroked his cheek back and forth until Jason looked at him again.
“I really thought…” Jason said, “I really thought this couldn’t happen.”
“Stupidest man on planet. Is okay. I help you.”
Everything inside Jason was still foggy, as if he still couldn’t quite grasp the situation that had suddenly presented itself, but this he knew—kissing Sasha like he meant it and being kissed in return.
They moved towards the bedroom slowly, a waltz with lips pressed together and hands entwined. Jason couldn’t talk anymore, couldn’t think—had to touch the simple, solid truth of Sasha’s body.
Jason undressed them both and Sasha lay on the bed, grinning up at him with that mischievous smile he was so familiar with.
“You fuck me, okay?” Sasha asked, and Jason pressed their bodies together.
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you.”
They hadn’t quite done that before, but everything about it was so familiar. The slide of their skin as they kissed, the way Sasha’s blunt fingers would dig into him, the way his thighs would trap Jason above him until they were sweaty and hard.
The feel of Sasha’s body tight and hot around his lubed fingers. The way Sasha lost himself in it, head tilted back, quiet at first before ceaselessly moaning and squirming as Jason didn’t let up, fucking him with three fingers until they were both desperate for it, and then a little while longer.
When Jason finally put on a condom and lined himself up, Sasha looked up at him with that familiar flush on his face, those bright, dark eyes. Even when he pushed inside, there was something about it that was like coming home.
“Oh,” Sasha said, eyes wide, after Jason bottomed out. They’d messed around with toys, but nothing felt like a real cock—like letting someone else inside you…or being let into another person’s body.
Jason leaned down to kiss Sasha, bending him in two as he licked into his mouth, grinding slowly as Sasha adjusted.
“Stop with soft,” Sasha gasped eventually. “Come on. Fuck me.”
Jason looked at him with burning eyes before sitting back, hooking Sasha’s knees over the inside of Jason’s elbows and spreading him open. Sasha moaned at the shift in position, but it was nothing to the noise he made as Jason slid out and then slammed in again.
Jason knew Sasha’s body so well now—had made a point of it—that he knew exactly what angle was going to make Sasha shake apart. Knew the moment he got it right by the way Sasha’s mouth opened silently, by the way the flush on his chest deepened.
The feel of Sasha’s body clenching around Jason was almost secondary to the sight of him. Jason just couldn’t get enough of it—never could, really, but it hit him all of a sudden, that he wouldn’t have to stop. Every thought overwhelmed by his love for Sasha was always followed by loss—but not this time. This time, the thought came to him clearly.
This was real. It wasn’t just Jason alone in this feeling. Sasha loved him too. Jason wouldn’t have to let him go, would be able to keep and take care of him, and be taken care of in return.
He wasn’t alone. He wasn’t alone.
Jason spread Sasha wide, fucked into him brutally, the way he knew Sasha wanted, feeling his body fill with something beautiful and blinding.
Sasha groaned in response, the noise cut into little grunting pieces by every thrust. “Please.” Sasha, dick hard on his stomach, untouched.
Jason felt like he could fuck Sasha like this forever. His own pleasure was a distant thing. “Touch your dick,” Jason ordered. “Don’t jerk off, rub the head, that’s it.”
Sasha made a hurt sound as he did what Jason asked, sliding his thumb across the slit and sobbing as Jason pounded his prostate.
“That’s it. Fuck, you look good.”
Sasha opened his eyes slightly, shiny with tears, and heat flared through Jason at having Sasha like this, broken apart and begging, trusting Jason to put him back together again when all was said and done.
“Come on. Let me see you, baby. Jerk off, let me see you come.”
Sasha moaned even before he started, and then pulled at his cock in an uncoordinated rhythm.
