AJ’s Fire (Hampstead Valley #3)

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Jackson

I was confused about every fucking thing except for one. I wanted AJ with a burning desire I didn’t even know was possible. He’d been so great about saying we should be open and honest and take things slowly. He’d been understanding about my not wanting to tell anyone, and he’d been his usual goofy, wonderful self while I’d stomped around the fire station like some moody teenager.

I felt like a horny teenager as well, and when we got to my apartment, I held the door open for him and thought about grabbing his arm as he dumped his backpack unceremoniously in the entryway and walked past me into the living room. I refrained, kicking my boots off by the front door, then peeling off my coat and tossing it on a chair in the living room. AJ, carryout bags in hand, paid no attention to the man on fire with desire next to him, walking with purpose to my kitchen.

“Dinner now, or do you want …” AJ cut himself off without finishing the thought as he turned around and clocked my stare.

“I want …” I wanted so many fucking things. I wanted everything. I wanted him. But I knew I couldn’t have him. He’d said he’d be my fuck buddy. He was my best friend, and he was helping me out like a best friend would as I explored this part of myself. Much as he’d also said we’d figure stuff out together, every time I asked if we were just fuck buddies, he agreed.

Plus, there was a very real part of me that thought I might never be able to tell my parents I was bi. I felt like such a disappointment to them already. My parents weren’t homophobes, but I did think they enjoyed their position in society, and it was bad enough having a firefighter for a son. Having a son who’d kept a secret from them, who had managed to find another way to other himself. If I thought about it, the fact that it took me so long to realize I was queer might have had something to do with not wanting to discover another thing about myself that would burden my parents.

And they’d continued to push hard for me to date Emily, talking about the future of the company and low-key guilting me with the notion that if I wasn’t going to take over DE at some point, someone had to, and Emily was a logical choice. Since her move to New York, I’d become as noncommittal as I’d been as a teenager any time that my parents brought up Emily.

And I’d never even introduced them to AJ. All of a sudden, it was like the perfect Tetris piece falling into place and clearing a bunch of rows, revealing why that was the case. While my parents were careful not to look down on my career choice, they were always equally careful to remind me that people in jobs like mine, or more to the point, with salaries like mine, might want to take advantage of someone like Riley Jackson Dorso the Second. AJ, or anyone I brought home who wasn’t Wyecrest-level rich, would be presumed to be a gold digger by my parents. They were so eager to protect me from getting hurt that I just assumed they would look down on anyone in my life.

Hooking up, staying in the closet, so deep in the closet I didn’t even know, kept me from having to face that situation.

What I wanted from AJ was so much bigger than any one heated moment between us. I wanted the world to see the trust we had, the friendship, the love.

I couldn’t have all of that, but there was one thing AJ had said he would give me.

He was standing in the archway of my kitchen, looking back at me. “Jax?”

I stalked up to him and grabbed him by the hand, my inner caveman taking over, pushing all deeper thoughts and turmoil aside as I moved with purpose through the living room, my arm extended behind me as I tugged, and he followed.

“Okay, then,” I heard him mutter as I pulled him forward and shoved him to the couch.

“I want you.” I unzipped my hoodie and threw it to the floor, yanking my T-shirt off as well.

AJ sat up and grabbed my sides, holding tight for a second before running his hands around my torso as if he was mapping every muscle.

“Jax,” he breathed out.

My dick was already throbbing in front of his face. I stepped back. “Take those boots off, AJ, then follow me,” I said as I bent first one leg up and then the other and got rid of my socks. “Hurry up,” I commanded and scurried to my room to rummage through my nightstand. I found the bottle of lube right away but stood for a moment collecting myself. AJ wanted a fuck buddy, and I would give him a fuck buddy. I took a deep breath, part nervousness, part resignation. I shed my sweats and underpants and placed the bottle on the nightstand closest to the door. I lay prone on the bed with my head near the footboard and waited for AJ, hearing him head toward me shortly after I got settled.

“My God, Jax. Look at you,” he said, framed by the door. He’d shed everything but his briefs, and his look of surprise at seeing me naked quickly turned to a look of desire as he said those words like he was worshiping at an altar. So yeah, at least I turned him on. I propped myself up on my side to talk to him as he stood like a framed picture of an ancient god in my bedroom doorway.

“I want you inside of me again. I’ve been playing with myself all week, and it’s just not the same. I need to feel you, AJ. The way you stretch me out, the way you hit that spot. The heat.” I was getting worked up, and AJ’s hand had found its way to his crotch, pushing down on his dick. I clocked his arousal, hard and defying gravity through the black material. My gaze traveled up, and I thought I caught a moment of awkwardness as if he was uncomfortable. I sat up, and the question must have been on my face.

He explained. “No one’s ever looked at me like that before, Jax. No, that’s not quite right. The women, they look at me … you know … you know, they look at me like I’m Mr. July from the firefighter calendar.” Or like a Greek god, I thought to myself as I smiled at the man in my doorway. “They clock my muscles, or my size, or whatever.” He came closer, looking down at me, his eyes expressive and soft. “None of them see me, Jax. They only see …” His hand traveled up and down his body.

I worried that what he was saying was awfully close to him seeing how much I cared for him, and my brain raced to say something that would brush it off, but he continued before I could. “That’s what makes this so amazing, Jax. You’re already my best friend.”

He stepped between my legs, and I couldn’t help but reach up to pull him down and kiss the shit out of him, afraid of any words I might say in response.

He climbed onto the bed, pushing me down, his lips never leaving mine. When I was in a prone position, he stopped. “You’re upside down.”

I nodded and smiled, and his whole fucking face lit up just watching me do so. “The other day, you said you wanted to try …” I couldn’t get the word out, so I waved a hand between us, hoping he understood. “I figure we have all night. So we both need to prep. If you’re still into it.”

“Oh, I’m still into it.” He took a beat before he realized what I was asking. “Oh, okay. Both of us. Got it. Don’t move, cari?o .”

Ignoring the soft word, I did as I was told. He clambered around the bed to grab the lube, positioning it close to my side. Then he lumbered over me, his big hairy thighs on either side of me, his dick in my face. I grabbed it and began licking, but then AJ lunged forward, bending down to first tongue a strip up my dick before going further, licking my balls and moving until he was at my hole.

He was licking back and forth from my balls to my hole, and I got distracted, arching my head back with an ungh as my hips gyrated of their own accord. The move gave him better access, and he began to lick around my hole gently, cautiously, and I imaged his dick thrusting in me with nowhere near as much caution. That’s when I remembered that his dick was practically slapping me in the face. I lay back flat and took hold of it, causing him to arch up and hiss. I took it in my mouth while I reached around and grasped his thighs, prickles from his coarse hair tingling through me, sending a spark through my already-overcharged body. I pushed on my hands, encouraging AJ to move up, locking my lips on his dick for a few beats, eliciting another moan as the angle changed, and it glided deeper into my mouth before popping out. I reached up then and strained to reach his hole.

Part of me still couldn’t believe any of this was what AJ wanted, but all I was doing was breathing on him, and he was moaning as he worked me over, the vibrations layering more sparks on my already-electrified being. I licked from his balls to his hole, like he’d done to me, and began to gently swirl my tongue over the hairy, puckered skin. I could feel his legs tense under my hands and his hole tightening. I pulled off. “I don’t have to.”

I started to reach for his dick again, but all he said was, “More,” before finding my hole again. For blissful minutes, we teased and matched each other with licks, kisses, gentle thrusts, and playful nips to thighs and buttocks. I dropped my head to rest my shoulders, taking his dick in hand and spreading pre-cum to jerk him off. He lifted up and kissed both of my thighs before swinging over my head and scrambling to the head of the bed. He took the lube with him as he sat up.

“C’mere,” he said as he planted his feet and exposed his hole. I sat up and looked at him, his face flushed, his hair a floppy mess, his dick glistening, his hole sloppy and wet. I turned to lie down between his legs, wanting nothing more than to continue my work.

“No, both.” He leaned toward me as I sat up, hooking his hands under my arms to pull me closer to him. We kissed, me on my knees between his, savoring the musky taste that must be similar to what he was sensing off me. It elicited a moan so guttural that my core muscles tightened, and a surge sent my dick twitching and spouting.

Gently, reluctantly, he pulled back and placed his fingertips to my chest, his other hand on my thigh, pulling until I spread my legs out over the top of his. He handed me a pillow, grabbed both legs, and whispered, “Lie back, cari?o .”

I tucked the pillow under my ass and laid back, my legs spread like a V over the top of his thighs. He sat up on his knees, reached forward with a second pillow, kissed me, then placed it under my head. I didn’t stay prone for long, because AJ soon placed a lubed finger at my hole. I rose up on my elbows to see that his other hand had reached behind him, mimicking the actions I was feeling.

Our eyes locked while he worked, but my fingers twitched with unspent energy, and I soon found myself shaking my head no. “Both,” I reminded him, sitting up and sliding forward until we were chest to chest, both on our knees. I held my hand out, and he found the lube without taking his eyes off me, pumping some into my hand, then more onto his. I wrapped my clean hand around his back and held him close as we reached for each other and went back to our simultaneous motions. First it was him swirling and I matched it. Then I slowly let the swirl sink until the tip of my finger was inside him. I circled around his rim while his finger caught up. Soon we both had one finger seeking out that illusive spot, and I found his first, eliciting yet another, “Oh my God,” from AJ. “Right fucking there. Oh my God, how have I never …”

“Pull out, baby,” I said as I sat up taller, and he let his finger slide out. I guided him down and shoved that same pillow under his ass. “Here, you’re gonna need the ass pillow.”

He laughed as he got into position. “We have an ass pillow now.”

I laughed in turn. “Gay sex is complicated.”

My finger was gently sliding in and out as we joked, avoiding that spot. “It most fucking definitely is not. Not when you're touching me like …” He arched back, and the flush went clear to his clavicle. God, he was fucking sexy.

I sat back and worked him open, talking him through it.

“One more finger,” I said as I squirted the lube over the area where my finger met his hole. He tensed for a second before relaxing. I took a few swipes at his prostate to help distract him, then waited before slipping the second finger in.

I slid in and out, watching his face. “I’m gonna try stretching you now. Talk to me, okay?”

He nodded, and I glided and scissored my fingers until he started to slowly rock along with me. I drizzled more lube. “One more, baby.” Fuck! Sex talk. I wasn’t his cari?o , and he wasn’t my baby. I just couldn’t bring myself to call him bro or dude with my fingers in his ass. And when I said AJ , it came out sounding like a prayer.

“I’m so ready, Jax. I want you to …” I swiped that spot once more. It was absolutely my new favorite thing, watching him so tense and yet so free, writhing and thrusting and seeking more. The third finger slipped in so easily that it was me that hissed, not him, anticipation finally ramping up, my free hand seeking my dick and stroking.

I thrust a few times, and AJ strained his neck to look up at me, his expression making sure I knew how much he wanted me in case his words weren’t enough.

“Now.” He demanded.

Eyes locked, I slid my fingers out, looking down only briefly to lube up my cock. Had I ever seen it so red, so ready? I positioned myself between his legs and dragged my dick around his taint and hole, savoring the trail of pre-cum I left behind. While I played like that I leaned forward, kissing AJ soundly in his prone position, so worked over already that he didn’t even lift his head, letting me come to him. I pulled back only far enough to look into his eyes, our lips practically still brushing as I echoed, “Now,” while drowning in his eyes, deep, chocolate brown, with only a sliver of reddish amber around the rims.

“You look so beautiful like this,” I blurted. He smiled at me so softly and fondly that my heart stuttered. I tried to play it off. “Bro.” I laughed.

And he laughed in return as he said, “Dude,” though the look in those rich eyes hadn’t changed.

I wanted to go slowly, but our laughter faded as AJ pushed into my seeking tap, spreading his legs and relaxing as my tip sunk into another man for the first time. I kissed him again, and it was my turn to marvel. “My God, AJ.”

His eyes became even more expressive, and I responded to the look, a smile on my face. “I know, right?” he teased, but then his head arched back as if he was in silent prayer.

I held my position and watched AJ for any negative reaction. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few beats.

He returned my gaze, his eyes dancing. He wiggled a little, playfully, and I slipped in further still. “Feels weird, but …”—I pushed just a little bit more—“right.”

I couldn’t help but kiss him then, my heart pounding as much from his simple yet beautiful words as from the position I found myself in.

“Right” I repeated as I finished bottoming out, my body flush with his. He raised his legs on either side of me, and I leaned forward again. I fought not to move as I kissed him. In a few short moments, he nodded into the kiss and wrapped his muscled legs around me.

He pulled back to raise his eyebrows and shine that bright smile on me. “Now,” he said again, and I started to experiment with thrusting in and out. While I was still going slow and steady, my body tight to his, I said, “Wait.”

His legs tightened around mine in protest. “Wait?”

“No, I mean, yes. Relax your legs for me, baby. This is how I came last time, my dick trapped between our bodies. I want you to come inside me. So try not to touch that thing, and I’ll try too.”

“Jax …”

“Both, remember.” I slid most of the way out and pushed back in, beginning a pace that would increase as my need took over. “Make me come, then come inside me. That’s what I want.” I let my instincts take over, thrusting and pumping, no longer able to keep up a conversation. I knew when I’d found that spot. AJ had been meeting me thrust for thrust, but he arched up, a strained noise escaping him.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” he said in time to my thrusts.

But his last cry was drowned out by my, “Yes! I’m coming.” I arched back. “Oh God, AJ. I’m coming inside you! Yes, yes, yes.”

I came down from my high as I slowly slid out, looking up to see AJ holding the base of his cock, which stood upright, a bead of pre-cum calling to me. In my post-orgasmic haze, I leaned forward, mouth open.

“Don’t you fucking dare. I might come just from that look on your face.”

“Right, right.” I scooped up the bottle of lube. “Don’t fucking move.”

I snapped out of the fog that wrapped around me like a warm hug and into an immediate frantic state, pumping way too much lube on my fingers for a quick refresh and pushing up on my knees to play with my hole. AJ’s gaze had never been more intense.

“I’ve been playing with that toy. Practicing. This will only take”—I shoved fingers two and three in at the same time, working the lube around—“a second.”

I pulled out and lubed up one more time, knowing that AJ, even in his current state, would protest if I went too fast.

I leaned back so AJ could watch me work, and even after everything we had done, I was still a little shocked that I’d put myself on display in that manner.

“Not gonna last here, cari?o . Not fucking watching you like that.”

In a teasing tone, not having moved a muscle except for that hand and its three fingers moving in and out of my hole, I said, “Now?”

“Right fucking now.”

I had the lube bottle in one hand practically before the other was out of my body, squirting it over AJ’s cock and giving it the quickest rub, both of us aware that any more would mean game over. AJ sat up a little higher on the headboard, and I straddled him, holding his dick upright behind me and easing myself onto it.

His eyes shone as he said, “You are so fucking sexy.” He remained still, and I could see the strain on his face.

“Don’t wait!” I practically shouted, and it was a glaring contrast to all the talking and joking we had done.

He began to rock his hips, and the first time he lifted them off the bed, he matched my tone with a, “Holy shit!” More softly, he continued, wide-eyed, “I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass. Wow, that’s …” I got nervous, worried that it would be too real for AJ, too gross. “That’s fucking hot, Jackson.” He squished his face. “Sorry about the mess.”

“I most certainly am not,” I said as I lowered the upper half of my body, bringing our faces together, eyes locked, lips barely brushing. It was like I needed to be connected in every way. I needed his lips and his eyes on me. “And it’s my fucking turn.” I put one arm on his chest, my fingers splayed on his sternum, fingertips touching his throat, the other on the headboard behind him, and then I began to work him over, rocking, rolling, and pumping until he writhed and grunted below me. AJ grabbed my waist and slid down to a prone position, and the adjustment had him hitting that spot inside me, and to my amazement, I felt my dick tighten again with each pulse. I chased it then, moving my hips while AJ pumped up into me.

I dropped down onto him, rocking and rubbing and whispering directly in his ear, “That’s it, AJ, that’s the spot. You’re so fucking big and so fucking good at this that I’m gonna come again. Just. Keep. Doing. That.” AJ took in a huge breath, and his movements stopped.

The sweetest squeaking sound came out of his mouth, then he desperately said, “Don’t stop.” I hadn’t stopped moving, but I went faster in case he was talking to me and not himself.

Then I went back to whispering in his ear, his hair, completely drenched in sweat, tickling my face. “That’s right, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Come for me, then I’m gonna come all over you again. Do you want that, my cum in your ass and all over your hairy chest?” I lifted up and ran my fingers through it for good measure, and AJ captured my face, that intense look overwhelming me, but he held me tight as he shoved in twice more, his mouth dropping open and his eyes not leaving mine until he was overcome, his head tilting back in silent ecstasy.

He stroked my face before dropping down completely to the bed. I made a move to begin to pull off, but he grasped my hips to hold me in place. I couldn’t wait. I watched him come down with his eyes closed, catching his breath, the flush beginning to recede from his shoulders as I pumped and squeezed and flicked my tip, desperate to get off again. The tightening of my inner walls had AJ’s eyes popping open, and they traveled immediately to watch as a rope of cum jettisoned and landed in the coarse curls between his pecs. My orgasm was as silent as his had been, my head tilted back and my mouth dropped open.

I collapsed on him then, and his softening cock slipped out. I could feel a drop of moisture following it. A long, growly fuck came out of me.

“Yeah?”

“I can feel it too. Your cum, dripping out of me.”

“Weirdly hot, right?”

“So fucking hot. Why is that so fucking hot?”

“I mean, for me. I’m not the one who has to clean the sheets, so …”

“Shut the fuck up. If you’re staying here tonight, you are most certainly helping with the sheets.”

We were laughing again, but I saw the look of relief on AJ’s face when I mentioned him staying over. He had said he was going to when we were at the station, but then I’d basically done my best to avoid him for the entire day, never having really confirmed our plans.

I stayed splayed on top of him, and he hugged me close, both of us sweaty, greasy, and dripping cum. “We should eat some Chinese food and get washed up.”

I sat up to look first at him, then down at my own chest, which had been pressed up against his. My messy, greasy ass was resting on top of his spent dick, and yet I had never felt more comfortable or relaxed. I could have stayed like that with him forever.

“I know you’re hungry because you're always hungry, but we need to flip the order on that and shower up first.”

“You think you’re up for number three? Because I’m not sure I can shower with you and not …”

I pointed to my bedroom door. “I think I’m down for the count, at least for a while. You know where the guest room is. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you can shower alone.”

He held his hands up. “I’ll be good.” But then he immediately put his hands on my chest and began rubbing me all over. I groaned as I climbed off him. He propped himself up and took me in. I did the same to him.

We both started shaking our heads and smiling at the same time. “Come on, Aje. Let’s shower.”

I headed toward the en suite and thought I heard him mumble, “Sure thing, cari?o ,” as he followed behind.

After I reminded AJ that the Chinese food was getting cold, he stopped trying to see if he could get me hard for a third time, and we hosed off quickly.