His Tiny Sun

Chapter 22 - Confessions

CHAPTER 22

Confessions

“It was so good!” Alan exclaimed, throwing both arms in the air as soon as the cab, which Jonah had insisted on paying for, drove away.

“It was,” Jonah agreed, pulling Alan close. “Thanks.”

Alan beamed. “Anything for the best boyfriend.” He jabbed a finger at Jonah’s chest in tipsy-Alan fashion, making Jonah’s smile widen.

The last time Alan had called him the best was just a few weeks ago, yet it felt as though they’d come such a long way since then. It was embarrassing to think back on how dense Jonah had been. Alan couldn’t have been more obviously attracted to him—how had he not seen it? Thankfully, Jonah had outstanding friends who’d given him a few figurative slaps in the face and kicks in the butt.

“I had a great time,” Jonah said, leaning in for a kiss.

Alan kissed him back, then wrapped his arms around his torso and squeezed hard. “I did too!”

Jonah chuckled at Alan’s enthusiasm. As it turned out, ordering wine had been an excellent idea. The first glass had relaxed Jonah and allowed him to fully enjoy the meal without worrying about accidentally making Alan believe he wasn’t having a good time. The second glass had reduced his anxiety to a murmur, admitting all the affection he had for Alan into his heart.

Jonah had always been the affectionate kind of drunk—which was possibly one of the main reasons he’d stopped drinking, he now realized. These feelings were very much real, though; they’d merely been set free from their chains.

Jonah cupped the back of Alan’s head and caressed his hair. “There’s something I don’t understand, though. Could you enlighten me?”

Alan lifted his head to look at him. “Hm?”

“How can you ingest so much food in such a short period of time?”

“Easy. I haven’t eaten today.”

“ What —”

“—I’m kidding,” Alan said with a giggle, the mischievous spark in his eyes stirring warmth in Jonah’s lower-abdomen. “I don’t know. I guess my stomach is a portal to another dimension.”

Jonah leaned close and brushed the tip of his nose against Alan’s. “Sounds like a serious medical condition. Maybe you should have someone examine you.”

“Mm. When can I have an appointment, doctor ?”

“I just had a last-minute cancellation,” Jonah said as he pulled away, not wanting to miss the look on Alan’s face. “Do you want me to come upstairs?”

Alan’s cheeks had already been flushed from the three cocktails he ordered, but the shade they took as he sheepishly bit his lip made Jonah’s heart melt into a puddle. Without a word, Alan took his hand and led him toward the apartment building entrance.

Toward the door to their blooming intimacy, Jonah’s tipsy, poetic mind imagined.

Jonah felt his pulse quicken with each step they climbed, a tiny bit of his anxiety rearing its ugly head, but he mentally kicked it in the face. Nothing bad would happen. He just had to remember not to say the three words, and it would be fine. It would be more than fine.

Alan dropped his keys—nervous or tipsy?—but managed to open the door on his second try. Jonah followed him inside, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as Alan carelessly kicked his shoes off, one landing underneath the kitchen table, and the other colliding with the back of the sofa.

Jonah barely had time to close the door that he found himself shoved against it, and before he could react, Alan had dropped to his knees and started fumbling with his belt.

“A-Alan wait!” Jonah blurted out, regretting it instantly.

Alan’s beautiful eyes grew wide with panic, piercing Jonah’s heart with a dozen knives.

Shit. He thinks I’m rejecting him. Again.

“Let me just,” Jonah said as he crouched down, “take off my shoes.” He gave Alan a tender kiss while he unlaced them, hoping it would soothe his concerns, then pounced and straightened back up with a squealing Alan in his arms. Jonah wanted their first time to happen in the comfort of a bed, not standing on a dirty doormat.

After tonight, however, he’d let Alan suck his cock wherever and whenever he wanted.

Alan wrapped his arms around Jonah’s shoulders as he let himself be carried to his room. He kissed Jonah’s neck and kicked his feet happily—once again managing to be both arousing and adorable at the same time.

“Doorknob,” Jonah said.

Alan stopped kissing his neck and freed one of his hands to open the door.

“Light.”

Alan reached for the wall next to the door and, with a click, Jonah was met with a sight that seemed to have come straight out of a movie.

Alan’s room was lit with the soft glow of tiny light strings hanging on the walls, which were covered with an amalgam of fanart from different anime, as well as pictures of nature and wildlife. There was a tall shelf in which sat what looked like collector’s edition figurines—the kind that cost a fortune—sharing the space with an impressive collection of encyclopedias.

Right next to it was a yellow bean bag with a pillow in the shape of a smiling cloud, where he imagined Alan liked to sit to read his books. Jonah’s gaze was drawn to the ceiling next, which he found was covered with a colorful flock of paper cranes—dozens of them.

The room was small and crowded, but smelled heavenly, and was brimming with Alan’s personality. It made Jonah feel as though he’d stepped into a cozy refuge of happiness and wonder.

Alan groaned. “It’s lame, I know.”

Jonah put him down. “Lame?”

“My room,” he said with a pout.

Jonah felt anger rise in his chest, but he did his best to keep it under control. Nothing about Alan was lame— nothing —and it made him furious that Alan thought, even just for a second, that Jonah believed it was the case.

“It’s not lame,” Jonah said, as gently as possible. He cupped Alan’s cheek and looked deep into his eyes, taking a moment to calm down slightly before adding, “And even if it was, I couldn’t care less…because you’re all I see.”

Tension visibly melted from Alan’s body as a bright smile grew on his cute lips, allowing Jonah to relax further. “You always know the right thing to say, don’t you, Mr. Best Boyfriend?” Alan said.

He wasn’t wrong. Jonah had known all the best pick-up lines to woo girls, back then. Things were different now, however; with Alan, he meant every word he said. “It just comes naturally when I look into your eyes” Jonah said.

And the wine helped.

Alan wrapped his arms around Jonah’s shoulders, his eyes so full of adoration, Jonah was worried his heart would burst if he held Alan’s gaze for too long.

Jonah closed his eyes as he gave Alan a long, slow kiss, savoring Alan’s taste while he cooled down. Jonah’s heart relaxed with each caress of Alan’s tongue, the tension in his chest melting into blazing lust that journeyed through his veins to come settle in his cock. “Should we,” he murmured after breaking the kiss, “begin your medical exam?”

Alan bit his lip and nodded, his eyes once again stirring a whirlwind of feelings in Jonah’s chest.

Jonah let go of him and started unbuttoning his own shirt, prompting Alan to remove his boring gray sweater. Jonah stifled a laugh as he watched him struggle with the garment, managing to take off his own shirt completely before Alan won his battle. Alan was wearing a white T-shirt underneath. Jonah wondered if it was the same he’d removed the grape juice stain from.

Alan dropped his sweater on the floor and froze, his tongue slowly traveling across his lips as he studied, or rather admired, Jonah’s bare chest.

“You’re staring,” Jonah teased.

Alan took a step forward, his two hands coming to rest against Jonah’s chest. He gently ran his fingers across his skin, the look in his eyes melting Jonah’s heart into yet another puddle. It wasn’t the first time a man reacted to the sight of his bare chest, but never had any of them looked like they’d just uncovered the most precious treasure on Earth.

The effect Alan’s behavior had on Jonah was much, much deeper than a simple ego boost.

Don’t say the three words.

Alan pressed slow kisses between Jonah’s pectoral muscles, his hands moving down to caress his stomach, then his sides, then his chest again. His warm breath tickled Jonah’s skin as he covered him with more kisses.

Alan’s fingers traced slow patterns across Jonah’s chest, moving sensually into a languid, blissful dance that Jonah couldn’t get enough of. “There’s something I’d like to confess,” Alan murmured gravely.

“Hm?”

Alan looked at him, his big blue eyes brimming with vulnerability. It scared Jonah. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

That’s it?

Jonah grinned smugly. “I looked that good with no shirt on, huh?”

Alan shook his head. “Longer than that.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Alan chewed on his bottom lip as he looked at Jonah’s chest for a moment, then back into his eyes. “I had noticed you at the café long before you first came here.”

Jonah’s eyes widened. “Long before?” he echoed.

“Yeah.” Alan stroked Jonah’s skin softly with his thumbs. “I’d been trying to work up the courage to talk to you, but I was too shy.”

Jonah opened his mouth, but no sound came out. How had he not noticed a stunning angel like Alan admiring him all that time? If Alan went to the café as often as he did now, then it meant they’d crossed paths multiple times a week.

Jonah’s heart squeezed as he realized that, while Alan was dreaming of getting to know him better, Jonah had no idea he even existed.

What would have happened if he’d never fucked Eric? Would he still be standing here right now? Jonah knew the answer to that question: no. Alan just wasn’t the type of man he was searching for at that moment. Alan was far too precious. If he’d approached Jonah, he would have rejected him like a bad curse.

“Sorry. Is it creepy?” Alan asked.

“No!” Jonah exclaimed. He clutched Alan’s delicate waist and pulled him close. “Sorry for being a blind idiot.” He smiled. “I’m yours now.”

Alan made a cute little sound. “Mine.”

Jonah cupped his cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “There’s something I’d like to confess too,” his mouth said.

Shit.

“Oh? ”

He was gonna tell Alan eventually—it wasn’t something he felt comfortable keeping from him—but did he really have to open his stupid mouth now?

Jonah had told his therapist he didn’t trust himself not to say or do the wrong thing—either out of awkwardness or panic—resulting in ruining his night with Alan. Ian had replied that nobody did the right thing all the time, leading to them having a discussion about how insubstantial the concept of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ was anyway.

It gave Jonah a confidence boost during their session, but facing his fears head-on was entirely different.

Jonah would never know whether telling Alan at another moment would have been preferable. All he could do now was to keep a cool head and trust his instinct. “You know, those long, rambly comments you’ve been getting on your stories? They were from me.”

Jonah barely had the time to hear Alan gasp before he’d wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for an enthusiastic kiss. Jonah smiled against Alan’s eager lips as he kissed him back with deep relief. Telling him had been the right move after all—

Alan suddenly let go of Jonah’s shoulders and recoiled, pressing his hands against his gaping mouth like he’d just seen a ghost.

—or maybe not.

Alan took a few steps back, only stopping when his legs hit his bed. “It means you read…”

“The Wallet Incident?”

“This is so embarrassing,” Alan squeaked as he slumped on the edge of his mattress.

Shit.

That story was, in a way, what had led Jonah to start acknowledging his feelings for Alan. He couldn’t bear the thought of Alan being ashamed of it. He had to fix this.

Before he had the time to overthink, Jonah closed the distance between them and placed his hand on Alan’s cheek, faking a look of deep concern. “You’re hot.”

Alan appeared on the brink of simultaneously exploding and imploding from embarrassment—making Jonah consider nominating himself for the stupidest moron in the world award—but Alan’s hands suddenly dropped from his mouth, his features changing in a heartbeat. He raised his head, looking straight into Jonah’s eyes, and gave him a look of pure, unfiltered lust. “So are you.”

Jonah smiled in relief, then put his serious doctor face back on. “I now have all the information I need to pose a diagnosis, and I happen to know just the cure.”

“Please, doctor,” Alan murmured, his tongue poking out to moisten his lips. “Administer your treatment.”

The words were barely out of Alan’s mouth that their lips met in a kiss that sent jolts of pleasure across Jonah’s body, their hands wasting no time to tug at each other’s clothes. Jonah pulled Alan’s T-shirt over his head, then Alan unbuckled Jonah’s belt and undid the zipper of his pants, the two garments soon hitting the floor.

Jonah’s socks followed next, right before he climbed on Alan’s bed and sat against the headboard like John had done in the story.

Alan stripped down, then climbed back on the bed, his cheeks the same hue as the bright pink boxers he still had on.

Jonah gave him a flirtatious smile as he slid his own boxers off, then spread his legs and leisurely stroked his half-erect cock while looking at him. “To be taken orally, once or twice a day.”

Alan whispered something under his breath while he watched Jonah pleasure himself for a few seconds, then crawled in his direction, prompting Jonah to let go.

Alan positioned himself between Jonah’s legs, leaning on his left forearm and wrapping his right hand around his cock.

Jonah knew he was well-endowed, but Alan’s dainty fingers made his cock look even bigger—a sight his ego quite liked.

“Thank you, doctor,” Alan murmured, before licking Jonah’s cock from the base to the head.

Jonah exhaled a sharp breath of delight. Why was being called ‘doctor’ so hot? He’d never understood the appeal of role playing during sex, but he had to admit that this was turning him on wildly. Or perhaps it just had something to do with the man who was saying the word, and the lustful desperation he was saying it with.

Alan pressed a kiss on Jonah’s already dripping head, then licked him again; just as slow, just as hot, just as euphoric. He worshiped every single inch of Jonah’s cock, kissing and licking it with soft moans that had no right to be so fucking arousing.

Jonah panted faintly through his parted lips as he watched his beautiful blond angel pleasure him. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any more arousing, Alan’s gaze met Jonah’s, looking at him with dark, hungry eyes as he wrapped his lips around his cock.

“Fuck,” Jonah exhaled as he watched his cock slowly disappear into Alan’s mouth, Alan’s gorgeous blue eyes still holding Jonah’s gaze as he took him as deep as his mouth accommodated. A throaty moan escaped Jonah’s lungs as Alan pulled him all the way out, then greeted him back in, his tongue caressing his shaft along the way, like Alan wished to taste every inch of him.

Jonah rested his hand on top of Alan’s head as he picked up the pace. Jonah wasn’t normally loud when he was getting head, but there was something about the way Alan devoured him that made him fall apart in the best of ways. Luckily, Eric wouldn’t be back until Sunday, so they didn’t have to hold back. “Alan…”

Alan stopped and gave him an inquiring look, Jonah’s glistening cock pressed against his cheek as he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No—no, don’t stop.”

Alan smiled. “You taste so good, doctor,” he murmured with a mischievous spark in his eyes, before taking him into his mouth again.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jonah said breathlessly as he caressed Alan hair, committing the beautiful scene to memory; Alan’s head bobbing between his legs; the sounds he made; his pink lips; his hollowed cheeks; his dainty waist; his tiny little ass sticking up in the air as though begging to be bitten.

Jonah would happily oblige.

He took a moment to relish how snug Alan’s pink boxers were, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He watched the way Alan’s ass cheeks contracted slightly, then relaxed, then contracted again, following the tempo of Alan’s movements. Jonah had never fucked a man with such a delicate build before—could Alan even take him?

Just the thought of burying himself inside Alan’s tight little ass made Jonah’s ecstasy shoot dangerously high. “Alan—wait.”

“Hm? ”

“C’mere,” Jonah said, spreading his arms.

Alan pressed one last kiss on Jonah’s throbbing cock, before climbing on top of him.

Jonah greeted Alan in his arms, then cupped his cheek with a contented sigh, his heart feeling as though it would burst with the warm feeling he hadn’t yet labeled.

‘What matters is that you’re feeling it.’

Jonah moved his hand to the back of Alan’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, savoring the lips and tongue that were pleasuring him just a minute ago, now kissing him with equal hunger. He looked into Alan’s eyes as he caught his breath, and an idea suddenly crossed his mind.

‘I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.’

“Show me what you did to yourself when you were thinking of me,” Jonah said.

Alan, being the gorgeous contradiction he was, became all flustered by Jonah’s request—as though he weren’t just sucking his cock a few minutes prior. “Okay,” Alan whispered with a timid smile, taking off his tight pink boxers and throwing them on the floor. Jonah closed his legs, allowing Alan to straddle him.

Alan looked into Jonah’s eyes as he wrapped his hand around his own cock, its head glistening with pre-cum Jonah wished he could lick. He moved his hand slowly at first, then a little faster as he visibly grew more confident.

“You’re hot,” Jonah whispered, caressing Alan’s smooth thighs with both hands.

Alan bit his lip with a moan as his pace increased noticeably. He arched his back and moaned some more, giving Jonah a look that made his own cock twitch. “Remember the night of the uni party,” Alan whispered, “when you let me borrow your hoodie?”

Jonah caressed Alan’s hips, willing his own cock to patiently await its turn. “Mm-hm.”

“I went to bed wearing it and”—he inhaled sharply, then sighed—“I did this to myself while looking at your picture on my phone.”

‘A hundred bucks he’s already masturbated to it.’

“And then…” Alan rocked his hips slightly, his balls brushing Jonah’s cock and sending jolts of pleasure through his lower abdomen.

Jonah squeezed Alan’s hips to keep his hands away from his own body. “ And then?”

“I imagined coming all over your chest.”

Fuck.

Jonah could no longer resist; he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking himself, while he watched Alan do the same. “Well, now’s your chance.”

Alan gripped Jonah’s shoulder and leaned in, their tongues and moans meeting halfway into one of the hottest kisses Jonah ever had. “And then,” Alan continued, his breathing labored and heavy, “just as I came, you sent me a text”—he gasped—“that said”—his legs started shaking as he moved his arm faster—“it was nice seeing you.”

Alan threw his head back and moaned as his orgasm hit him.

Jonah moved his arm faster as well, swearing under his breath as Alan coated his chest and stomach with his cum. The sight of Alan’s ecstasy—paired with the sounds he made as he climaxed—tipped Jonah over the edge in an instant, his own release mixing with Alan’s on his skin.Pleasure like he hadn’t felt in a long time shot through him, making him lose his grasp on reality for a moment…

…before opening his eyes and smiling at the gorgeous view.

Reality had its perks.

Jonah reached for the back of Alan’s head with his free hand and pulled him closer, pressing their foreheads together as they cooled down from their orgasm. He basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy, relishing the sensation of Alan’s warm breath against his lips and every single point of contact between their bare bodies.

He needed more.

“Do you have tissues?” Jonah asked.

Alan nodded, then pulled away and pointed at his nightstand.

Jonah reached for the box and grabbed a few tissues, then wiped his chest and stomach before it turned cold and sticky.

“Wanna take a shower?” Alan asked.

Jonah threw the used tissues in the trash can, then pulled Alan into his arms, breathing a faint groan of delight at the sensation of Alan’s delicate, naked form against his body. “In a minute,” he whispered, kissing the top of Alan’s head.

“Okay,” Alan said as he melted in his embrace with a sigh.

Jonah wasn’t stupid enough to believe that all his fears had suddenly evaporated, but as he held his tiny horny sun into his arms, he welcomed the warmth that swirled into his chest. It was still a frightening feeling, but now that he’d taken a peek at the contents of the dreaded intimacy box, he knew that it would be worth it.

“Jonah?”

“Hm?”

“I have more stories about us if you wanna read them…they’re on my other account.”