Ch. 16– Let’s Play

Chapter Sixteen – Let's Play

"I wasn't prying!" April didn't want to sound defensive but, right now, he wanted nothing else but for the damned body pillow to disappear.

Jett took the body pillow and went straight at the window with it. April stared in undisguised shock as Jett threw it out and calmly shut the window. Wow, that was a bit extreme. Jett really hated Theo's guts that he couldn't stand the sight of him, even in the shape of a benign object that carried some resemblance.

April felt lost. If that was how Jett truly felt about Theo, about him, what was he doing there? Jett took him by surprise, cupping his face and making him look up, into his eyes. "Theo doesn't matter. Do you hear me, April?"

It was hard to nod when his face was held like that. "Yes," he replied with an audible gulp. The look on Jett's face was intense, dark even. It made him feel fidgety and anxious. He couldn't tell what would follow next.

"That was just Zane's idea of a joke, nothing else. I don't care about that guy. I care about you, okay?"

"Yes," April said again, his voice meek and lost.

He blinked and could feel his eyes were moist, but it wasn't like he would cry now. Jett kissed him gently, and he stood there, unmoving. Jett's firm lips brushed over his, coaxing him into opening his mouth to allow him in. He didn't seem mad, at least not as he had been when walking out the door earlier, and April felt a small ache squeezing his chest.

Jett's hands were equally gentle as he pushed away strands of hair away from April's face. He wasn't touching him anywhere else just yet, but any move seemed loaded, charged with something deep and sensual. April gasped as Jett moved his hands away only to grab his butt and lift him in his arms. He grabbed Jett by the back of his neck, to steady himself, and their lips continued to devour every patch of skin they touched.

April released Jett's hair from its bun, knowing he was allowed. His fingers ran through the silky hair, letting his blunt fingernails ran across the scalp, eliciting small sounds of pleasure from Jett.

They were on the bed, kissing and rubbing against each other.

"I can't wait to be inside you," Jett whispered as his hands snuck under April's t-shirt, reaching for the nipples and pulling playfully at them.

"Then don't wait," April said softly.

"Not until I'm in the clear."

"We could use a condom," April said. "You have some, right?"

Jett kissed him again. "I want this to be special. I want to be inside you, raw."

April fidgeted. His skin was burning. He knew for a fact that Jett's desire was as strong as him. "I didn't peg you for the romantic type," he said, trying to joke.

Jett's beautiful eyes were trained on him. "You're my boyfriend, right, April?"

April nodded.

"You're my first," Jett added.

Jett's first. How much April wanted to believe that, because Jett was his first, his first crush ever, his first kiss, and soon his first man, too. But he wasn't Jett's first, in any way, and that hurt, although it made no sense. For Jett, that summer hadn't meant the same thing as it had meant for him. It was his choice.

But that left April feeling vulnerable and open, even if Jett couldn't guess what went through his mind. It was all right. He wouldn't regret it. Just one of the things he had learned from his mom, a long time ago, was with him; he might get hurt, but, right now, he would get love, too, and it was all worth it. He wasn't sure if she would agree with his lie, though. It was just an omission, and he did nothing but lie to himself, too.

"That's a nice thing to say, Jett," he whispered and let himself revel into another kiss.

"I don't think you would find me that nice once I stuff your cute butt with my cock," Jett said and smiled.

April felt relief washing over him. Jett seemed his usual self now, playful and naughty, and he would rather have this version than the all-serious one who hated Theo. "Oh, you sure? You know that I could turn the tables on you and, you know, do the penetration."

Jett laughed. "Pretty boys like you get fucked. Make no mistake, April. I know you want it."

"Aren't you full of yourself? By the way, you have a perfect fuckable ass. I would do you in a heartbeat."

"Who knows? Maybe I'll let you."

So Jett knew how to be a teaser.

"Is there a point in making me all hot and bothered now, seeing how you don't want us to do it?" April complained.

"For a virgin, you really have no patience."

"Maybe because I'm fed up with my virginity," April joked. "You're not helping," he warned as Jett increased his nipple teasing routine.

"Good. I want you to want it really bad. You're sexy when you say the truth."

"About wanting to get rid of my virginity?"

"About wanting me to help you get rid of it."

Jett stood up and began undressing. April enjoyed the show and grabbed his cock through his jeans.

"Come on, off with the clothes," Jett said to him. "We're going to play all night."

April groaned and closed his eyes. "You are such a player."

"I only want to play with you and you only. I told you, didn't I?"

"A man of your appetite, I thought you would jump at the opportunity to bang me, even with a rubber. But that's off the table now; I'm totally chicken."

"I bet that it's enough for me to touch you, and you will start nagging me about fucking you right away."

"Not fair," April complained.

"Hey, I know," Jett said and snapped his fingers as if some genius idea hit him. "I'll play with your ass."

April swallowed hard. "Oh. I mean ... What?"

"Yeah." Jett caught his hand and pulled him up. Right away, he started to undress him. "I have to get acquainted with your butt anyway, so it's good if I start now."

"So, it's all about practical aspects with you." April allowed Jett to undress him, pretending the small shivers of pleasures at being touched anywhere were caused by something else.

"Do you shiver because you're chicken about this, too?" Jett teased him.

"I'm not chicken! Wait, what do you want to do to me?"

"Stop worrying so much, dweeb. A little bit of exploration, and I only plan on using my fingers, anyway."

That didn't make the situation any better. April could feel a small tremble climbing up his spine. What if he hated it? What if he showed it, and Jett would be disappointed in him? Damn, how had he not thought about it? Next week, Jett would want to put it in, for real, and it would be too late to back down.

"Okay," he said and exhaled while closing his eyes for good measure.

Jett was quick to undress him, and April only moved enough to make that operation easier, without opening his eyes.

"Hey," Jett whispered and placed himself on top of April. "You don't have to be so scared. So, you like never played with yourself? Like ever?"

"I have played with myself," April protested but squeezed his eyes shut further. "I know how to masturbate."

"I know," Jett replied and seemed amused. "You have a nice technique. I like how you grab my cock like you never want to let it go."

"Then there you have it," April said dryly. "I know how to play with myself."

"Yeah, but I was wondering," Jett said, and this time, he moved enough to allow one of his hands to slide between their bodies.

April shivered as Jett's hand snuck between his legs, barely brushing by his cock and balls, aiming at the one place he feared now to be touched. What was he thinking? He was dying to be touched there.

He could feel one of Jett's fingers, probably the middle one, pushing between his buttocks.

"You know, if you plan on squeezing your butt cheeks so hard, I might worry that you plan on breaking my dick when we'll finally get to the real thing," Jett joked.

April responded to that provocation with a grunt but allowed the wandering finger enough room.

"That's more like it," Jett agreed and began brushing the tip of his finger closer and closer to April's hole. "Hmm, you know what. I'd like to see what I'm doing."

"What do you have in mind?" April mumbled.

"Get on all fours. I want to see it."

"What? No!" April was utterly mortified at that. He couldn't even say why since he had been quick to jump naked in bed with Jett before. However, the idea of exposing his ass completely and allow the penetration, even if just it would be with only one finger, scared him.

"Why? Come on, don't be stubborn. What are you scared of?"

"I don't know." April fidgeted. "What if … you know, I don't like it?"

Jett appeared puzzled at that. "How can you not? When did you first realize you were gay?"

April was about to tell the truth but quickly reconsidered. "Many years ago."

"So, it didn't occur to you that you would end up with your butt up and a guy behind you?" Jett asked. From his voice, it was clear that he found it all very funny.

"Yeah, but, you know … Reality is a different thing. I didn't have time to prepare mentally for it."

"Damn, April, minutes ago, you want me to slap on a rubber and do you. Just get your butt up, and I promise I won't do anything that hurts. The moment you feel that it hurts, you say. I'll back off. I promise."

April exhaled. "Okay."

It took, however, proper and gentle coaxing from Jett for him to turn and finally put himself on all fours.

"Oh, nice," Jett said in a low, sexy voice.

"Really?" April asked.

"I can take a picture," Jett offered.

"No, I'm good. I don't trust my butt being in full naked display in some pictures on your phone."

"Now, you're hurting my feelings. What do you think I'd do with them? Sell them to porn sites or something?"

"I doubt anyone would be interested in paying for my butt."

"I would. Wait, practically I am," Jett said and laughed.

April threw him a murderous look over one shoulder. "I thought you weren't paying me for that."

"You're easy to tease. And I like teasing you. Now, where was I?"

Jett appeared to assume a pensive position while staring directly at April's ass.

"Hmm, interesting."

"What?!" April asked, now alarmed. "Is my asshole weird or something?"

Jett placed his hands on April's buttocks and parted them. "I think I've never seen a cuter asshole in my life."

April sighed in relief. "Wait. Are you sure? I suppose you've seen plenty of --"

Jett slapped his ass playfully. "I'm not comparing yours to others, okay? Oh, I think it's talking to me."

"Talking to you? Jett, if you're going to do something weird," April let his warning open.

"It's totally talking to me," Jett said and played with April's buttocks, parting them and pushing them together.

"Oh, really. And what does it say?" April asked, somewhat caught in Jett's shenanigans.

"I think it says… Lick me."

April was about to protest when he felt something moist and firm right against his asshole. He cursed instantly and grabbed a pillow into his arms. "What are you doing, Jett?" he moaned.

Was this rimming? Oh, fuck, it was rimming. April shuddered as a myriad of sensations exploded from that secret center of his being. Jett was indeed, licking it, his tongue insistent and practiced. April wouldn't think of how Jett got that particular practice right now.

"It's so pink and nice," Jett commented as he interrupted his lavish treatment of April's asshole.

April moaned softly, half-dropped against the pillow in his arms. His buttocks were bucking backward just a little, an almost unconscious move. "You're killing me," he said slowly, keening a little.

"Let's not exaggerate," Jett said. "It's just a little rimming. Now let's see if I can make it bigger."

April braced himself as Jett snuck one finger in and began moving it slowly around. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," he whispered.

The sensation was not at all that unpleasant, but, after all, it was just a finger, and more, the idea scared him than what was happening. Jett seemed encouraged by his reaction and especially by how he was pushing now his buttocks apart, grabbing them with his hands.

Therefore, a second finger attempted an entrance.

"You know, I now get it why lube is needed," Jett commented.

"What are you getting out of this?" April asked, slurring the words, as his face was into the pillow, his body prone, and his ass as up as he could manage.

Jett hit the sole of one of his feet with something that April could only imagine it had to be his hard cock. "I'm not complaining," Jett pointed out. "Do you see how hard I am?"

"Hard to miss," April attempted a joke. "So, you're doing nothing about it?"

"I'll think of something, don't worry," Jett replied.

The fingers probing him withdrew so that Jett could add spit to his asshole. April inhaled as the next second, he was stuffed again. This time, Jett appeared to be more relentless and didn't withdraw as April's breathing became harsher.

Instead, he began biting April's butt cheeks and licking them, drawing his attention from the sharp pain growing with the fingers pushing harder and deeper.

It was working. Jett was also using his other hand to pull at his balls and cock, and the messed up sensations pooled into a single one, of heightened pleasure. Jett's fingers curled inside him, exploring him, and April was now moaning into the pillow, no longer afraid of letting out.

"Fuck, Jett, there, it's like it's something there," he whispered.

"Here?" Jett asked and curled his fingers more.

April gasped and pushed his ass back into the fingers penetrating him. His cock was getting harder, too, and there was a funny sensation he couldn't quite describe. It was like a growing wave radiating from inside his body, threatening to explode, come out of his skin, more intense in his well-stimulated cock, which Jett didn't forget or forgive.

He was shivering, and his entire body was shaking as the climax hit him. "Oh, Jett, oh, fuck." His voice was raw and ragged, and his speech turned into a mess of slurred words as he shot and shot without stopping even to breathe.

When he finally collapsed, and Jett's fingers slid out of his ass, April was still slightly shaking. "What did you do to me?" he moaned and hid his face into the pillow.

"I have no idea, but I read a little about it," Jett admitted.

Usually, April would be surprised that Jett bothered to do that, but he was too euphoric to form any intelligible ideas and voice them, on top of everything else. "You should totally try this," he eventually said. "It's everything."

Jett laughed. "I told you, April. You're the bottom boy here."

April unglued his face from the pillow and looked at Jett with a small smirk. "You have no idea what you're missing."

"Hmm," Jett said with a secret smile of his own, "I'll just take your word for it. You should better focus on the idea that next week, you'll have a much bigger thing inside you. Well, at least now we know that you like having something in your cute butt."

"Were you worried you might not be able to fuck me or something?" April rolled on his back but remained there, spent and happy.

"I would have found a way," Jett said and came to rest next to him. "If you hadn't liked it, I would have learned even more about it until I got it right. So, was it really that good?"

April just grinned and nodded, his eyes at half-mast. "It must be because it was you," he whispered.

Jett kissed his cheek and then began to pepper small kisses along his jawline until he caught April's lips. Their kiss was first slow and sated. "You know, you're the one who sounds like a romantic now," Jett whispered, his voice low and filled with longing.

"You're an amazing lover," April said.

Jett burst into laughing. "Sometimes, you talk like an old person, dweeb."

April blushed. "Hey, I just thought to compliment you. But, if you don't want it, I'll take it back."

"Don't you dare," Jett warned and growled, mostly like a joke, but not entirely. "Tell me more about how great I am."

"Not as great as your ego might make you think," April said, decided to sting Jett a little. Still, there was too much melted honey in his bones to care about popping anyone's balloon. "Or you might just be."

He raised one hand and brushed its back against Jett's chest, letting the back of the fingers touch one of the nipples getting hard under his casual touch. "There are so many things I'd like to do to you," he whispered.

Jett's eyes were hooded, dark, as they met his. "Like what?"

April smiled. "How about I tell you while I jerk you off?"

Jett just nodded, and April moved so that he could grab hold of that magnificent cock he absolutely loved. Slowly, he began to whisper into Jett's ear. "I'd taste you everywhere, too."

"Would you lick my ass, too?" Jett asked, as his voice became hoarser.

"Yes. I'd eat you up. But especially your cock. I'd lick it and take it as deep as I can. And I would love to eat your cum, too. You could feed it to me all day long, and I wouldn't mind it."

All right, so he was better at this than he thought he was. Enthusiasm drove him to repay Jett for the treatment from earlier, but it was also about something more. It felt real, and there was no one else but them. If Jett laughed at him, he would stop, but Jett was far from laughing. He was breathing hard and seemed taken with April's confessions.

"I'll hold you to that," Jett warned him. "But most of all, I can barely wait to fuck you, to fuck your cute little butt and shoot deep inside you."

April could feel a prickling sensation all over his skin at Jett's rough voice, filled with desire that he would have matched if he hadn't been so empty down to the last drop of spunk. He was also lost for words, his hand moving fast, as fast as he could. Without thinking, he leaned against Jett and licked his neck. As the thing in his hand grew harder and began pulsing, he sank his teeth into Jett's neck.

It might have been that Jett had a small thing for pain because he didn't pull away, but instead began grunting his climax, in low, masculine growls, as April's teeth continued to bite his flesh.

"I'm sorry," April said as he released Jett from his grip. He watched at the trails of white on Jett's abdomen and dipped one finger in them, spreading the cum around.

"You might leave a mark," Jett said and laughed, still fighting to gain back his breath. "You got some teeth on you. And words."

"Was it any good? Or did I sound like a major phony saying that stuff?" April asked, curious about the answer.

Jett grinned. "I'll hold you to every word you said."

"Seriously? You know that I have basically zero experience with anything."

"Then, why did you say all that stuff?"

"I thought," April played with Jett's cum, "that it might make you hot."

"It did," Jett admitted. "Now, tell me what I'm going to do about the hickey."

Jett rubbed his neck, and April looked at the mark of his teeth as soon as Jett moved his hand away. "Oh, damn, it might show."

April touched Jett's neck, tracing the lines of the old tattoo, stretched with the passing of time and the growing teenager, later young man. It was still clear and visible, and April felt his heart twitch. It was better if he let it go, but he wanted to hear Jett talking about it.

"When did you get this?"

"Many years ago," Jett replied.

"A sextant," April said. "I feel like it's some history behind it."

Jett's eyelids fluttered. "It is."

"Good or bad?" April continued to run his fingers over the fading lines.

"A mixed bag, I'd say."

"Hmm," April said, not wanting to ask, but dying to.

"Are you curious about me, dweeb?" Jett turned his head and looked at April with his caramel eyes.

There was something in how Jett looked at him like he wanted April to expose his soul bare. Or maybe they were both after sex, and that meant that they were a bit too honest, a bit too intense.

"Yeah, I am," April admitted. "You're my boyfriend, right?"

Jett nodded. "So, what do you want to know?"

"The tattoo. Why did you get it?"

Jett looked straight at him, and April's eyes darted away. "Something about never losing my way."

"Sounds serious. What does it have to do with that mix of good and bad?"

"Aren't you laying it all a bit too heavy, Summer? We're not going to talk about feels and whatnot, right?"

Jett seemed flippant, playful, and April knew he didn't want to talk about it, not really. "All right, Huntsman, let's not get all too heavy if it's too much for you. And what's this about feels? I'm not going to talk about such stuff, either."

"Good. 'Cause I thought getting freaky with a dude spared me of all that bullcrap."

April managed a small smile as he turned his head to face Jett again. "So, you're not in touch with your feminine side, despite the bun?"

"I don't think I have one of those," Jett replied with a grin. "You're good in the sack, April the Fool."

"Are you attached to your plaything?" April joked as he pulled at Jett's spent cock. "Or can I relieve it from duty?"

"I'm seriously attached to it," Jett replied. "And, you know, I can do pretty wicked things with it."

April grinned. "Just lose the nickname, gangster boy."

"I'm not a gangster," Jett protested. "All right, you're not a fool, okay?"

"I'm glad we're in synch about this."

"This is where you say that I'm not a gangster, either."

"I don't know about that. You're coming home, covered in bruises, and with murder in your eyes. Someone got you good or something?" April asked.

"Someone spewed some bull, is all," Jett replied.

"And you taught him a lesson."

"That's right."

"Then let's hope I won't ever get on your bad side," April said.

"You can't do that because you're all over my good side."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

"You know, that sounds like feels to me. Aren't you afraid your masculinity will suffer as a result?"

Jett was quick, turning and pushing April down to straddle him. "I want to know everything about you too, Summer. Like how good you are in bed for real."

"I thought we established that," April replied with a huge grin. "I'm a total firecracker."

Jett leaned in and bit his lips gently. "I can't wait, April. Tell me you can't wait, either."

"Hello, tonight, I almost begged you to fuck me with the rubber. But you want to make it special."

"Don't you? It's your first time getting dicked."

April cleared his throat. They were joking and being all casual about it, but again, it hit him, the reality of what would happen. "Yeah."

The only thing he worried now was how not to make a total fool of himself when that moment came. He would lose his virginity to Jett, and that was a fact.

TBC