Another Believer (8 page)

“M-maybe you did.” Jonah could shave his head and call himself the King of Siam, as long as he kept doing that. “Again. Please, do that again.”

“Just for you.” As he withdrew, Jonah smiled, as if he knew exactly what it was doing to David.

“Oh, God.” Maybe it was a good thing that Jonah knew, because David couldn’t come close to quantifying. There were no measurable results about the best thing that had ever happened to him.

On Jonah’s instroke, David tried some moves of his own; tried to mimic Jonah’s smooth, controlled upward thrust with the downward motion of his body, but his thighs gave out and he dropped awkwardly down onto Jonah. It didn’t matter, though, because--never missing a beat--Jonah adjusted. Taking a firm grip on David’s hips, Jonah held him in place just where he wanted him, and began fucking David in earnest.

It was the most beautiful, most perfect moment of David’s life. Jonah was gorgeous, with a beautiful body and flawless features, and for some absurd, inexplicable reason he wanted David. Knowing that gave David just enough confidence to let it all happen.

Jonah held David’s ass in his big hands and drove himself into David, over and over. A powerful thrust would send shockwaves into David’s body, thrilling him with the feeling of being possessed--as if somehow in that moment he was the only one who could provide what Jonah wanted. Then with each delicious outstroke, David would moan and sigh at the sensation of Jonah moving through him.

Knowing he was giving himself away as a selfish asshole, David’s hand crept down to his own dick.

To jack himself while Jonah was getting off on fucking him? Incredible. He couldn’t resist.

It was too good.

Too much stimulation.

The hotness of Jonah--beneath him, inside him. How good it felt, even if it was his own fist he was fucking--it was all too much. Three or four good strokes was all David got and then he was coming, spurting all over Jonah’s tanned stomach.

Which only seemed to get Jonah hotter.

Or maybe it was coincidence. Maybe Jonah was about to come anyway, but the pace of his thrusts suddenly got faster, more urgent. He was slamming into David at light speed six, eight, ten more times and then he stilled for an instant as he came, too. Jonah’s thrusting stuttered and slowed, until it eventually stopped entirely.

Now that his mind was gradually coming back to him, David had time to think. Had he done all right? Not embarrassed himself? What had he said? David couldn’t remember. Had he been too needy? Begged too much?

God, why didn’t Jonah say something? Cracking under the pressure, David blurted out the first thing that came into his head. “I came all over you.”

Jonah’s eyes opened at that, inspected his own chest, gaze gradually climbing to scan David’s face. “And I got lube in your hair.”

“You did?”

“Pretty sure. I say that makes us even.” Reaching for a handful of paper napkins left over from their lunch, Jonah disposed of the condom and began wiping David’s come from his chest. “Anyway, I’m not complaining.”

“Let me do that.” David wasn’t sure what the etiquette of these situations was supposed to be, but it seemed to fit vaguely under the category of ‘clean up your own mess,’ so he grabbed some and dabbed at Jonah’s chest, too.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jonah tossed the used napkins in the trash, then leaned back on his elbows. “If you’re really concerned, we could always go take a shower.”

***

The only thing cuter than a wide awake, aroused-and-trying-in-vain-not-to-show-it David turned out to be a sexually-replete-and-dozing one. In sleep, David’s face showed all the innocence and trusting nature that he tried so hard to hide while awake.

Wearing his shorts and t-shirt again--naturally modest David had insisted--he’d fallen asleep, head resting on his robot magazine, open to the very article they’d sparred over earlier.

Jonah, on the other hand, was wide awake, too busy plotting his next move to nap.

So, the sex had been great.

Better than great, it had been outstanding.

Not that he’d been all that worried.

Still, it was helpful to have it verified in such a satisfying way that they were good together. Good was an understatement, really. David was fantastic in bed. Willing. Enthusiastic. Open to direction.

It wasn’t a huge deal, but Jonah enjoyed things more when the other guy wasn’t always jockeying to be top man, so it worked out nicely that David followed directions well.

And so cute. He’d looked perfect on his knees, working Jonah’s dick.
Shit
. Jonah reached down to adjust himself as his cock stirred in response to the picture his mind had conjured up. That sweet little body, so eager and receptive…

Maybe it was because Jonah was around thyroid cases and the other genetic freaks like him that made up ninety percent of all basketball players, but he appreciated all the same equipment in more compact form. David was so hot, though, and there was just something appealing about the notion that he was so obviously the kind of guy who didn’t give it up very often.

Maybe all athletes weren’t horndogs, but the ones that Jonah worked and played next to year in and year out certainly did their best to true-up the average. More concerned with quantity than quality, a huge percentage of them didn’t give a rat’s ass about compatibility. Hell, when it came right down to it, gender wasn’t even a sticking point, necessarily.

Give ‘em a hole and they’d fuck it--a set of available genitals and they’d suck it.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Jonah preferred someone like David when it came to hooking up. There was probably some deep psychological meaning behind it, but Jonah liked to feel like he was more than merely a convenient collection of parts.

Just then David stirred in his sleep. Scrunched up his face for a moment, before it all melted away and his face was once again as clear and unlined as a baby’s. Eyes closed, head tilted slightly up, something about David’s face put Jonah in mind of an angel. An angel who gave really good head.

Reaching out to touch, Jonah ran a hand down David’s shoulder as he slept, down his back and up the slope of his perfect little ass. Jonah relaxed his hand and let it shape itself to the curve of David’s butt, just letting it rest there while he fought the desire to squeeze and mold it. Play. Explore.

Still asleep, David rolled over onto his side, shifting everything closer to Jonah so that it only took a couple of minor adjustments until Jonah was spooning up against David’s ass. Propping his head on one bent arm, Jonah wrapped the other around David’s middle and splayed his hand across David’s stomach. Jonah smiled and gave up a silent thanks to the universe when David gave a little grunt and snuggled closer.

When Jonah opened his eyes again, the angle of sunlight through the window told him he must have napped, too. David was still sleeping, face down, and the magazine had fallen to the floor. He couldn’t tell for sure from where he lay, but Jonah suspected that David’s hand was inside his shorts--another trait Jonah found incredibly endearing.

Which raised the obvious question: how could someone as obviously sensual and affectionate as David possibly be so inexperienced? Maybe O.C. guys didn’t have the perceptiveness to be able to see past David’s prickly exterior. Well, too bad. Their loss was Jonah’s gain, because he sure as hell could see it.

Jonah watched the scenery out the window for a bit, breaking up the sightseeing with frequent looks back at David’s sleeping form. It probably ought to disturb him, how quickly he was becoming convinced that he and David were meant to be together. Maybe not forever, because who the hell knew? He liked the way they fit together, in a lot of different ways--in every way he’d tested so far.

What if they tried rooming together? Would it be too much togetherness? He could get used to the idea of seeing David every day; didn’t have any trouble picturing them sharing a dorm room, working on their separate projects.

Or maybe an apartment would be better.

Would his grades slip because he skipped class too often, sleeping late, in bed with David?

“I fell asleep.” David lifted his head, rubbing a hand over his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes, barely meeting Jonah’s gaze. “How embarrassing.”

“Why? I did, too.”

“You did not. You’re just trying to make me feel better about it, aren’t you? You have those impeccable country club manners, I can tell.” Suspicious David, the one who’d watched Jonah so warily just a few hours ago, was back. Jonah had hoped he’d banished that guy, but as David sat up, he began edging away from Jonah, trying to make moving over to the chair look easy and unaffected.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, even though I’m not sure that’s how you meant it.” Jonah’s gaze flowed naturally over David’s body, skimming up his lightly furred legs, his slim, muscled arms, to the serious look lurking in those dark brown eyes. “But, yeah. I did, too, fall asleep.”

David’s gaze fell, eventually fixing on his magazine, lying open on the floor of the little roomette. The pages did a subtle dance as they vibrated ever so slightly to the motion of the train.

“So, how was the article? Was it as good as you’d hoped?”

Glancing up, David hesitated. “Yeah, it was…” The words dammed up behind his lips as he struggled to get something out. Finally, he just shrugged. “I have no idea. I couldn’t focus. At all. I kept…”

Jonah smiled encouragingly. “Uh-huh?”

“I kept thinking about--”

“About my dick?” Jonah offered.

David’s eyes went wide and he stared at Jonah, but only for a moment. Dropping his gaze, David’s ears grew suspiciously pink, until he eventually nodded. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” Jonah pushed himself up and crossed to where David sat. Kneeling in front of David, Jonah placed his hands on David’s knees. “Don’t be embarrassed. I fell asleep thinking about you, too.”

The doubtful look on David’s face got to Jonah. The guy couldn’t have gotten enough positive feedback in his life if he was still this uncertain. Jonah opened his mouth to say something reassuring, but changed his mind mid-stream. Instead he simply closed the distance and pressed his mouth to David’s.

Their lips met and meshed as David, after the tiniest hesitation, leaned into the kiss. He even hooked a hand behind Jonah’s neck and tugged as, at the same time, he explored the seam of Jonah’s lips with his tongue.

When David pulled back, Jonah wanted to follow, but decided instead to let David control the pace. David’s responses would tell him a lot.

“Did you, really?”

“Yeah, I did.” Jonah loved the hopeful look that was beginning to creep in around the edges of David’s guardedness. Maybe he was finally getting through. “Can you tell what I’m thinking right now?”

“About
my
dick?” The eyebrow made a belated appearance, and a bit of the cockiness that had been so evident earlier began to bleed through again.

“Give the man a prize.” Jonah murmured as he closed in on David’s lips again, only this time David met him half-way. Cupping his hand over the hard-on beginning to tent David’s shorts, Jonah gave it an appreciative squeeze.

David’s answering moan vibrated through their kiss. “Another one?”

“Sure. Why not?” Jonah edged closer, letting their chests bump briefly. “You deserve it.”

At that, David reared back, eyeing Jonah thoughtfully.
What was going through his brain at that moment? Please let it be nothing bad.
“You know what? I have to agree with you. I think I’m about due.”

“Well, in that case…” Where to start? Jonah reached for the edge of David’s shirt, skinning it up and over the head of a very cooperative David. “Oh… So pretty.”

David’s nipples tightened, peaking up into taut little spirals that all but begged to be sucked. A quick glance up at David’s face confirmed he was holding his breath--in anticipation, Jonah hoped. He leaned in and licked delicately at the first, nuzzled his nose into David’s sternum briefly before moving over to the other. Fastening his lips around the tiny bud, Jonah sucked; took just the tip between his teeth to tease it.

“Oh, yeah. Jonah.” David’s breathy sigh was all the encouragement Jonah needed. Eyes half-shut against the rush of sensation, David’s hands were wonderful indicators of his overall level of distraction. First tugging on Jonah’s shoulders, as Jonah applied more suction David switched to pushing Jonah away--only to pull him close again when Jonah relented.

Switching tactics, Jonah hooked the fingers that had been anchoring David firmly to the chair in the waistband of David’s shorts. After a quick side trip to release the snap, Jonah didn’t bother with the zipper, just slid them over David’s high, rounded ass and down over his thighs and off.

He was familiar with David’s scent now, loved the warm, musky smell as he took a proprietary grip on David’s cock. Pumped it a couple of times; pressed his thumb into the slit and smiled at the way David nearly came clean up out of the chair.

“Are you really up for another one? Can we do it again?” Jonah chose that moment to add a firm squeeze to David’s balls, even as he jacked his eager dick.

David’s nod of assent was accompanied by an inarticulate, choked little noise that sounded like agreement.

“Yeah? That’s ‘yeah’?” Jonah wasn’t above a little sensual blackmail, and gave David’s cock a particularly long and loving stroke as he asked.

Fingers digging into the arms of the chair, David nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“Nice. Oh, sweet. Let’s, um…” Releasing his grip on David, Jonah sat back on his heels, enjoying the dazed, out of control look on David’s face. When David pushed up out of the chair and moved back over to the little bed, Jonah was already working himself out of his shorts and fishing for what he fervently hoped wasn’t his last condom.

When he looked up, David was face down on the bed, arms cradling his head, ass up--motionless except for the shallow breaths making his ribs rise and fall in an irregular rhythm.
Oh, yeah. He could so get used to seeing that every day.

“Jesus.”
In the mornings would be cool, too.
“David, you’re killing me.”

“Huh?”

Mindlessly stroking himself, long beyond the point where the lube was adequately distributed, Jonah was so utterly taken by the sight of David offering himself. So incredibly hot. “Just…”

David rolled his head to one side, squinting up at Jonah with one eye. “And you’re waiting for…?”

Oh, yeah. That’s what he’d been waiting for--without even realizing it. That’s who he wanted to fuck. The cute body was great, but it was the smart-mouth attitude that really tripped his trigger. “Just making sure you really want it.”

“Don’t waste my time, Simpson. You want some of this? Come take care of it before I change my mind.”

“Don’t waste your time, huh?” Jonah leaned over and applied one well-lubed finger to David’s hole, sliding it in with authority. “Am I wasting your time here, Sato? Huh?”

He stroked a couple of times, looking for and finding David’s prostate. David moaned appreciatively and pushed back against Jonah’s finger.

“Because, goodness knows, if you’ve got better things to do--” He quickly slipped his finger out and replaced it with his dick, pushing inside David, grabbing David’s hips for leverage. Jonah thrust hard, shoving all the way in, letting David really feel it. “You got better things to do, David? Really?”

“M--” Pulling out abruptly, Jonah thrust in again just as suddenly. “Maybe.” Jonah started to pull out again, but David used his arms and pushed himself back hard onto Jonah’s dick. “Not sure. Do it again.”