Another Believer (4 page)

So soft, David’s lips parted slightly when Jonah turned it into a real kiss, helping himself to his first taste of David. The train swayed as they rounded another slow turn, pressing David’s body against his, and Jonah reached out for support, searching for one of the stall’s metal safety bars.

Groaning at the feel of David’s mouth under his and the tantalizing little brushes of David’s body against his, Jonah wanted to grab David and hold on--crush their bodies together harder, so he could get some real friction going. Afraid of freaking David out, though, he held onto the bar with one hand and let the other hold onto David’s waist.

Since David hadn’t pushed him away, Jonah couldn’t resist going in for another kiss. When David finally began to kiss him back, Jonah groaned a little and pulled back. “I like the way you taste.”

Slowly opening his eyes, there was still a hint of suspicion in David’s eyes when he looked up. “Are you for real?”

“Want to touch me and make sure?” Jonah smiled at the picture David made--half suspicious, half dreamy-eyed wonder--and touched David’s deliciously kissable mouth. “I really do like you. What about you? What do you think?”

“That you’re way too good-looking to be hitting on me. That this doesn’t make sense.”

David’s hands had settled at Jonah’s waist, though, fingers curled into Jonah’s sides, and Jonah could already imagine what they would feel like gripping him as they fucked.

“Makes perfect sense to me.”

***

This wasn’t real.

Things like this didn’t happen to him.

Guys who looked like Jonah didn’t give him the time of day. They were usually straight, and if they did talk to him, it was because they wanted help with their trig homework. Sometimes they just came right out and asked for the answers to the test.

If they were gay
and
cute, then they wanted someone every bit as beautiful as they were; it was a truism that had stood the test of time, been proven and re-proven. Guys as hot as Jonah Simpson could have anyone they wanted, and just like his car keys wouldn’t suddenly fall
up
if he dropped them, tall-and-drop-dead gorgeous didn’t single him out for an urgent make-out session.

It just didn’t happen.

“I really like you.” Jonah was touching David’s mouth now, running a finger along David’s bottom lip and even letting it slip inside for a moment. David was too stupefied to do much except react, so when Jonah’s finger got near his teeth he wasn’t thinking, he just opened his mouth and sucked it inside. Jonah groaned a little, his gaze dropping to watch his finger disappear into David’s mouth, only to pull it out again. “God, you’re sexy. Smart. Funny. Oh, shit, I--”

Taking David’s head in his hands, Jonah was kissing him now. Really kissing him, not the lip-brushing thing they’d been doing a minute ago. Jonah’s mouth pressed urgently on his and David’s cheek was damp from his own saliva because Jonah’s finger had been in his mouth. And now Jonah was kissing him like it really mattered and all David could do was kiss back.

How could he not?

Jonah was gorgeous and he felt incredible beneath David’s hands. David knew he was being stupid, that this couldn’t last beyond this one train ride, but he couldn’t help himself. Jonah was hot and amazing-looking and felt better in his hands than anyone David had ever been this close to. He was even making sexy little noises in the back of his throat now, kind of moaning and catching his breath, and David was lost.

Standing on his toes, he looped his arms around Jonah’s neck and hung on. Pressed his body up against Jonah’s and kissed the man back. Jonah’s tongue was in his mouth and--
Jonah’s tongue was in his mouth!
--and Jonah’s erection was pressing into David’s stomach.

Why couldn’t he be tall, damnit?! He hated being short. Hated always being the last one picked for sports and the one always shoved to the front when it came time for group pictures.

If he was tall, and maybe less of a dweeb, he might know what to do with someone like Jonah. When Jonah grabbed David’s ass and hauled him up to rub their dicks together, David had no idea what he was supposed to do; could only wrap his legs around Jonah’s waist and squeeze. Tilting his head to get a better angle, David opened his mouth to Jonah’s tongue, like his body wanted to open to Jonah’s dick.

Pressed together, chest to chest, there was no room for David to rock against Jonah, but he wanted to desperately. Jonah’s mouth was hot and sleek, his tongue slipping in and out to rub alongside David’s. Jonah’s chest was hard and, in fact, there didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat anywhere on Jonah.

“So gorgeous. So perfect. So
hot
.” Jonah had pulled back, despite David’s best effort to keep their mouths connected. Eyes slipping closed again, Jonah began dropping teasing little kisses along David’s nose and brow and cheek.

If Jonah was not quite right in the head, David wasn’t going to say anything, as long as Jonah kept those hands on him and kept kissing him. He was determined that nothing along the lines of, “How long since you took your meds?” would slip out of his mouth. He just kept running his fingers through the soft tangle of hair at Jonah’s nape, stroking his fingers down Jonah’s neck and along the top of Jonah’s spine.

Until Jonah set him down, anyway, then a little whimper of disappointment slipped out. There was something expectant in Jonah’s movements as he reached a hand behind David and pushed the door closed. When a little metallic click told David that Jonah had locked the door, it was a measure of David’s distraction that it took him a second to put two and two together.

David had never had anything remotely like this happen to him and he had no idea how to respond. Jonah couldn’t possibly be serious. Could he? “So I guess you really like this place, huh?”

Jonah’s laugh came easily, like nothing ever threw him. “You’re funny. I like that in a guy.”

“You’re easy to please.” Now that Jonah wasn’t touching him, David wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He knew what he’d like to do with them, but Jonah was just watching him with that look that David couldn’t quite name, and the doubts continued to build.

“Not really.” Jonah reached for David’s shirt. “May I?”

“Help yourself, but it’ll never fit.”

“That’s all right--I have my reasons.” Tugging David’s shirt over his head, Jonah reached behind David and tossed it, on the bench, probably. But no way was David turning away to look.

“Like what?” Hideously embarrassed, David gritted his teeth and wondered helplessly what he had that Jonah could possibly want to look at. He was no athlete. He didn’t even work out.

“Oh, sweet.” Gaze fixed on David’s chest as though David’s remark hadn’t registered, Jonah sucked in his breath. Smiling, Jonah brushed David’s nipples with his thumbs.

Like they were wired straight to his dick, David gasped and got harder. There was no disguising his hard-on, and David knew to the second when Jonah shifted that gaze from David’s nipples to his aching dick.

“Like this.” Another quick glance up to David’s face and then Jonah was lowering his head, licking at David’s nipples, so hard now they actually hurt.

David’s hand was about to make contact with Jonah’s hair, having taken on not only a life of its own but free will, too, apparently. Crap! He couldn’t just spear his fingers through Jonah’s hair and grab hold to keep that amazing tongue close.

Could he?

Well, maybe just rest his hand there. He could touch the soft strands of Jonah’s sun-streaked hair just a little--just enough to verify how incredibly silky they were so that he could call it to mind later. Like nothing he’d ever felt before, Jonah’s hair slipped easily through David’s fingers to fall against his palm.

Jonah moaned appreciatively, drawing the hardened nubs of David’s flesh into his mouth, taking them between his teeth and tugging.

David was so hard he could feel his pulse in the throbbing of his dick. He wanted to use his hand, or--better yet--Jonah’s, and cup it roughly against his erection. It wouldn’t take much, just a few quick strokes and he’d be coming. A sticky, embarrassed mess.

“Can I do it? Can I get you off?”

Shit! Please, God, tell him he hadn’t spoken the thought aloud. “I… I guess… You want to?” This so couldn’t be happening. He must have slipped into some weird alternate reality where average guys really did score blowjobs from incredibly hot near-total strangers.

“Oh, yeah.” Jonah’s gaze had dropped to where his hand was now petting the bulge behind David’s fly. Backing up, Jonah took a quick look around, first sitting on the triangular-shaped bench that took up most of the corner before sliding down onto the floor. Reaching out for David’s legs, Jonah looked up, catching David’s gaze. “This is good.”

David couldn’t believe it, but Jonah was so tall that, sitting on the ground, he could easily reach and go to work on David’s pants. David wanted to say something, but what? What could he possibly say that would make this any less weird or even a micron more believable?

Nothing he could come up with in the few seconds it took Jonah to get his belt undone and his pants unzipped seemed remotely appropriate. “Are you absolutely sure?” didn’t seem any better than, “Are you completely out of your mind?”

The point was moot anyway, because Jonah was slipping a condom over David’s woefully average hard-on and was smoothing the wrinkles out of it. Stroking David’s heated, rigid flesh and then he was closing his eyes and feeding David’s dick into his mouth; caressing it with fervent, impassioned movements that made it seem to David like maybe the most sincere, heartfelt blowjob he’d ever witnessed.

Jonah was taking long, slow pulls at David’s cock, and the way he let it slip to the side, making his cheek bulge was, oh, God, the heat was incredible. The moist suction of Jonah’s velvety hot mouth scattered David’s last thoughts and all he could do was clutch the shower’s metal safety bars and hang on.

David’s knees were already shaky and the jerky, irregular movements of the train as it wound its way along kept him from developing any kind of rhythm. His shorts were undone, but his open-legged position kept them from going anywhere, while the cut of the material constrained his movements and kept him from widening his stance or getting any kind of solid footing under him.

Jonah’s big hands slid up the back of David’s thighs, gripping his ass, holding him in place while Jonah took what he wanted. It spun David’s head to think that anything he had to offer could possibly be what Jonah needed, but the evidence seemed to indicate otherwise. Pulling away momentarily, Jonah fisted David’s cock, sliding and measuring for several strokes, gazing at it all the while in rapt concentration.

Flicking a glance upward, Jonah smiled. “So pretty.” Just a brief, throwaway comment, before he slid back onto David’s dick and began working it in earnest.

The visual of Jonah’s mouth fastened on David’s dick, the incredible face, that magical mouth working him while strong hands held him in place and feasted on him was too much sensory overload. Jonah’s hum of pleasure, combined with the downward sweep of those lush, auburn lashes, pulled David’s response out of him.

David knew he’d probably never have another moment as perfect as this, where the hottest guy he’d ever had his hands on was caressing him, demanding his orgasm, and he wasn’t ready for it to end. He’d never had a moment of such perfect pleasure and he wanted to draw it out, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

He couldn’t fight it, couldn’t hold back, and he was giving it up, surrendering to the sweet hot perfection of Jonah Simpson’s mouth.

Floating, breath coming in short, choppy gulps, David delayed opening his eyes as long as he could. As long as he kept his eyes closed, he could stay in the magical world he inhabited for the moment.

The one where who you were on the inside was as important as the shape on the outside.

The one where he had a chance with a guy like Jonah.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” David forced his eyes open to find a satisfied-looking Jonah sprawled backwards against the corner of the shower room, the rhythmic movements of the train doing amazing things for his toned athlete’s body.

“You’re sure about that?” Jeez, how could Jonah be that relaxed, that calm, when David was so… so
not
? This was where the hammer came down and the running away on Jonah’s part commenced.

“Uh-huh. Um, thanks.” It came out almost surly sounding, but David couldn’t help it. Really, what was he supposed to say now?
Was it good for you, too?

“I didn’t do it for the thanks, but you’re welcome.”

“Then why did you do it?”

In his relaxed position, Jonah’s big hands lay draped across his mile-long legs. The thumb of one hand rubbed absently back and forth, the movement drawing David’s gaze, scant inches away from where Jonah’s hard-on still formed an impressive bulge behind the soft denim of his shorts.

“You’re kidding. Right?” Jonah’s grin was back, and David was appalled at how much he wanted to believe that Jonah was laughing with him and not at him.

“Not really, no.”

“Huh. Wow. Okay.” The smile faded and Jonah just watched him, a series of expressions chasing each other across that open face.

Moments passed and the realization slowly dawned on David that he was standing, still half-undressed. Maybe somebody, somewhere could put himself back together with a wink and a joke, but that guy wasn’t him. So he concentrated on looking anywhere but at Jonah’s face and stuffed himself back into his shorts as quickly and unobtrusively as possible.

He was shifting his weight, trying to edge toward the door without being totally obvious, when Jonah coughed into his hand and leaned forward. “Where are you going?”

“Um, I don’t know. Out. Finish the tour?” God, he was lame. Rolling his eyes at his own awkward behavior, David wanted more than anything to just get out of this with his pride intact. He didn’t want to find out how much more time he’d have to spend with Jonah before he broke down and begged Jonah to fuck him, but he had a feeling it wasn’t a lot.

The pitying rejection he could live without, thank you very much.

“So, listen, I was thinking we should maybe look into getting a room.” Jonah stood and David was instantly reminded of the differences between them. “What do you say? Interested?”

***

“A room, are you crazy? Oh my God, do you know how much those cost?” David looked horrified. And shocked. And much more interested than he wanted to let on. “Why would you want to do that?”

Jonah realized exactly how hard he was pushing things, but he only had a little over twenty-four hours to make something happen. Like his childhood idol Michael Jordan always said, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

He might be throwing up an air ball, but he was taking this shot. “I must be doing it wrong if I’m that hard to figure out.”

“What--?” David pressed a hand to his eyes, turning his head for a moment. When he let his hand fall away and looked up at Jonah, the naked honesty in his dark eyes was devastating. “What is this all about, really? I don’t get you.”

Clenching his hands against the urge to put them on David, Jonah took a deep breath, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m very attracted to you. And I think we have a limited time opportunity here. This trip won’t last forever, and I’d like to spend what’s left of it with you.”