His Tiny Sun

Chapter 23 - Secret Little Windows

CHAPTER 23

Secret Little Windows

Alan opened his eyes, but stayed perfectly still—apart from the smile growing on his lips. Jonah seemed to be asleep, judging by the steady rise and fall of his chest, and although Alan wished he could look at him, he chose not to wake him up.

Alan let out a silent sigh of delight as he relished the warmth of Jonah’s body pressed against his back, and the weight of his strong arm wrapped around him.

What an incredible way to start a brand-new day.

The sun was already bright out, but it didn’t help Alan estimate what time it was, with how early it rose in the summer. Not that it really mattered, he figured; they had no plans today, apart from enjoying each other’s company at their leisure.

Alan closed his eyes as he reminisced about the night he spent with Jonah. The restaurant had been perfect—although, Alan had been worried he went overboard at one point.

He was aware it was a lot of money to spend on a single date. However, he’d been aching to treat Jonah to a wonderful meal. In part because Alan wanted to make him happy, but also because Jonah’s therapy sessions were making a massive dent in his budget, forcing him to forgo his morning coffee and omelet sandwich from the café.

Alan would willingly pay for that as well, but Jonah would never accept, so he didn’t offer.

Alan had been delighted when Jonah asked for permission to order wine—not that Alan wanted to get him drunk, but they were both obviously nervous. It only took a few sips for Jonah to visibly relax and fully enjoy their date, and two cocktails and a half for Alan to decide to actually go through with his fantasy. He didn’t get to execute it, however, as they ended up taking a cab.

Thank god for that.

Alan still felt a pang of embarrassment when he recalled the moment he got down on his knees, only for Jonah to immediately stop him. He hadn’t expected Jonah to be so romantic about their first time.

He would have died of shame if it had happened in Jonah’s car like Alan had initially planned. The ride from the restaurant to his apartment would have been in the top five most awkward moments of his whole life, without a doubt.

Alan wondered if Jonah had carried him to his room because it was what John did in‘ The Wallet Incident’ . Either way, it had melted Alan’s embarrassment away, and turned him right back on. It was like Jonah knew exactly the right thing to do at all times.

A shiver traveled across Alan’s body as he reminisced of how insanely hot Jonah had looked sitting on his bed, fully naked, with his legs spread out and one hand wrapped around his cock. Being tipsy had helped Alan not be a nervous wreck, but no amount of alcohol would mute his insecurities entirely, and he couldn’t help envying Jonah for the confidence he was brimming with.

Jonah was obviously aware of how attractive he was, which, as a result, made him even more attractive. If only Alan could do the same.

It was still hard to believe it hadn’t all been just a dream, but Jonah’s naked body pressed against his own, as well as the discarded towels on the floor, were irrefutable proof that Alan had the pleasure of coming on Jonah’s chest the previous night.

Alan had thought for sure he was going to explode along with his orgasm.

The moment they’d spent cuddling afterward had made Alan feel elated, to the point that he’d almost wished it would never end. But it had—and oh god, had it been worth the sacrifice.

Alan’s cock twitched as he revisited his memories of the shower they took together. First, they’d both washed each other with slow, sensual caresses, before making out under the water and eventually going for round two.The scene would forever be burned in Alan’s memories: Jonah at his feet, hungrily taking his cock into his mouth while pleasuring himself, his free hand squeezing Alan’s ass possessively. It didn’t take long for Alan to spill a transcendent orgasm in Jonah’s eager mouth, with a moan that must have been heard by every single person in the building.

Alan had never met someone who was so quick to reciprocate.

“Good morning,” Jonah murmured, bringing Alan back to the sweet present. He pulled Alan closer and pressed a soft kiss against his neck. It tickled.

“Mm.” Alan smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. I dreamed of you.”

“Was it a good dream?”

Jonah pressed his rock-hard erection against Alan’s butt. “Take a guess.”

Alan took a deep breath, feeling almost dizzy with lust at the prospect of making new—and just as arousing—memories. “What were we doing?”

Jonah planted another kiss on Alan’s neck as he ground his warm, thick cock against him. “Want me to show you?”

Yes. Please. I beg you.

Alan took Jonah’s hand and guided it to his own erection. “Take a guess,” he said, his face hot like a desert.

Jonah let out a small chuckle as he softly ran his fingers along Alan’s full length, his kisses traveling up Alan’s neck until he’d reached his ear. “Do you have lube?” he whispered.

Alan’s pulse quickened. He hadn’t thought that it would come to this so quickly. Anal sex wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with, and each time he’d tried it in the past had been somewhat disappointing. He trusted that Jonah would be attentive to his comfort, but still; Jonah was hung . It was impossible not to be at least a little nervous.

Alan would hate for Jonah not to have a good time just because he didn’t manage to relax enough to make it work.

“Yeah,” Alan answered, reaching for the tube in his nightstand drawer, then handing it to Jonah.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be more than okay.

Jonah’s warmth deserted Alan’s back, making him pout involuntarily. Jonah pulled the covers down and busied himself for a moment, then placed his hand on Alan’s hip and kissed his neck again. “Tell me if you don’t like it,” he murmured, before sliding his slick cock between Alan’s thighs.

Relief washed over Alan. He’d been nervous for nothing; anal wasn’t the only activity lube could be used for. He should have known Jonah wouldn’t just go for it without getting his consent first.

Jonah’s hand found Alan’s cock and, with an incredible show of coordination, he started rocking his hips while pleasuring him at the same time. “Like it?” he whispered against Alan’s neck.

“Yeah,” Alan said, squeezing his thighs to give Jonah more friction. It felt absolutely amazing.

Alan reached behind himself and dug his fingers into Jonah’s toned buttock, relishing the way his muscles contracted with each thrust. He’s my boyfriend , Alan gushed internally as warm tingles bloomed in his lower abdomen, pairing deliciously well with the pleasure Jonah was giving him.

Delightful disbelief made Alan’s heart flutter. Jonah was his boyfriend. He chose him. He slept in his bed, fully naked. He dreamed of him, and the first thing he did as he woke up was to show Alan how much it had turned him on.

Alan closed his eyes as he relished the moment. Jonah’s broad chest pressed against his back; the slow kisses Jonah was planting on his shoulder and neck; Jonah’s thick cock sliding between his thighs; Jonah’s hand wrapped around his own erection, pleasuring him with the perfect rhythm. Was there anything Jonah wasn’t good at?

“Can you grab one of those towels?” Jonah asked as he let go of him.

“Yeah,” Alan exhaled, reaching for the one lying on the floor right next to the bed.

Jonah pulled him back against his chest and cupped his chin, twisting his head to press a hungry kiss on his lips.

Alan kissed him back, groaning at the feeling of Jonah’s tongue against his. He inhaled sharply as Jonah ran his fingers through his hair and cupped the back of his head, tingles dancing across his scalp at the touch. “Jonah,” he whispered.

“Hm?”

Time stood still as they looked into each other’s eyes, Jonah stroking the back of Alan’s head with his thumb, and Alan doing the same against his hip.

Jonah had told him he was bad at opening up, but Alan disagreed. Although Jonah’s features tended to mostly alternate between anger, annoyance, and arrogance, Alan believed his eyes were a window to his emotions—a window into which Alan had the privilege to peek. He liked what he saw.

It was far too early to say the big L word—Alan would never make that mistake again—but even though they hadn’t known each other for very long, it was the closest Alan had ever gotten to feeling it. He’d often let himself get fooled by his intense attraction and lust, but it was different this time; he knew, deep within his heart, that it was real.

Alan gave Jonah a smile he hoped would convey what he wasn’t yet allowed to say. He wrapped his hand around Jonah’s cock and guided it back between his thighs, sharing with him one last kiss before Jonah let go of his head and picked up where they’d left off.

Alan moved his hips along with Jonah’s, pouring his whole self into their intimate moment with renewed vigor. For a long while, nothing else existed; he was transported into an alternate reality composed entirely of bliss. The familiar noises of his neighbor’s morning routine soon got drowned by their panting and moans, and the wet sounds of Jonah’s slick cock thrusting between Alan’s thighs.

“I’m close,” Jonah whispered breathlessly. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” Alan said as he readied the towel. “Kiss me.”

Jonah claimed his mouth, their tongues and lips meeting in a heated kiss—hungry, urgent—like they’d suffocate if they didn’t drink each other’s moans. Jonah’s hips slammed harder and faster against Alan’s ass, both gasping and panting into their kiss that only grew more desperate.

Jonah buried his face in Alan’s neck with a deep groan as he slammed his hips one last time. Alan followed suit almost instantly, the sensation of Jonah’s spasming cock between his thighs tipping him over the edge.

Alan looked down as he came in Jonah’s fist. Mine , he mused as he coated Jonah’s fingers with a deep moan. He would never grow tired of admiring the way his cum trickled down various parts of Jonah’s body; claiming him, marking him, making him his.

He’s my boyfriend. He likes me. He wants to be with me. He’s so hot.

So hot.

Jonah breathed a long, relaxed sigh as he let go of him. “Guess we’ll have to take another shower.”

“In a minute,” Alan whispered with a sigh of his own.

Jonah wiped his hand on the towel, then wrapped his arm around Alan’s waist, burying his face into his neck.

Alan enjoyed the sensation of having Jonah’s beard and lips pressed against his skin. He’d lost count of how many times he daydreamed of cuddling with him in the past, but one thing he knew for certain was that his wildest imagination hadn’t come close to the real thing. It was nice to relax with a man who didn’t make it seem like he was in a hurry to leave—or for Alan to leave. A man who made him feel important. Precious.

“I still can’t believe it was you commenting on my stories,” Alan said, caressing Jonah’s hand. “You have no idea how much it means to me. I have to admit, though, it’s still a little weird knowing that you read that story before— wait …is that why you asked me on a date?”

Oh, no. Shut up. Why ask him that?

Jonah tensed. “Well, um. No…t exactly. I mean, I was just too stupid to see you were interested before, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Alan chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that made it pretty obvious, huh?” He paused for a moment, as he tried, but failed, to stop his insecurities from expressing themselves. “You weren’t weirded out? At all?”

“I was surprised, not gonna lie.” Jonah huffed a laugh. “It was pretty hot, though. You can imagine how I felt when you were calling me doctor afterward.”

Alan cringed. He had no reason to be embarrassed—he trusted that Jonah wasn’t lying—but he was still ambivalent about the situation. He’d long made peace with the fact that many people thought he was ridiculous for writing fanfiction, but nobody was aware he wrote erotica before.

Jonah could use that knowledge to humiliate him if they ever had a bad breakup, and to make matters worse, Alan’s tipsy self had shared the link to his other account with Jonah, where there was much, much more of it.

“You okay?” Jonah asked.

“Yeah,” Alan said, forcing a smile in his voice. It would take him a while to stop being nervous about the revelation, but the fact that Jonah hadn’t tried to take advantage of him after reading‘ The Wallet Incident’ was proof that he genuinely cared, at least, which Alan was grateful for. “Shower?”

Jonah patted his hip. “Yup. Then we eat.”

Alan got up and was about to reach for his boxers, when he remembered that Eric wasn’t home. “I guess we don’t really need to get dressed to walk to the bathroom—unless you think it’s weird?”

Jonah wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed the spot near Alan’s ear that never failed to give him shivers—the very good kind. “You won’t ever hear me complain about seeing your cute little ass.”

“You don’t think I’m too skinny?”

“No.”

“Or n—”

“—I like you the way you are.”

“You sure?” Alan asked, then flinched as Jonah grabbed his shoulders and made him turn around to face him.

“Yes,” Jonah stated.

“Sorry,” Alan said, chewing on his bottom lip. “It’s just a little hard to believe that you like me.”

“Well, I do. So accept it.”

Alan smiled. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” Jonah jerked his chin toward his bedroom door. “Now lead the way, so I can look at your ass.”

Alan tried not to show how flustered the prospect of Jonah gazing at his bare behind made him. It shouldn’t bother him—especially considering everything they’d done since they came back from the restaurant—but he couldn’t help it.

Alan put the dirty towel in his hamper and was tempted to wrap the other one around his hips, but he resisted. Instead, he let Jonah carry it and made his way toward the bathroom, his cheeks burning hot as he pictured Jonah watching his naked, skinny ass.

Alan’s face heated up even more when he set foot into the bathroom, his body tingling at the memories from the previous night. Was he cursed to get aroused every time he took a shower from now on? Alan had been fantasizing about having sex with Jonah all over his apartment—apart from Eric’s bedroom, of course—but it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

Jonah joined him in the shower, breathing a loud sigh of satisfaction as the warm water touched his skin.

Alan watched, mesmerized, as droplets trickled down Jonah’s toned chest and abs, tracing the curves of his muscles along the way. Alan’s mouth watered as he imagined his tongue and lips following the same journey, stopping briefly to tease one of Jonah’s nipples, then going further down…

“You’re staring,” Jonah said, making Alan realize he’d been washing the same body part over and over again for the past minute or so.

Alan handed Jonah the soap, then turned around to hide his embarrassment, and to focus on his task at hand. Jonah was a major, and very alluring, distraction. How could Alan get anything done with him standing, completely nude, within touching distance?

Jonah made it quick, thankfully, and soon stepped out of the shower, allowing Alan to swiftly finish washing himself.

Lotion, cream, body mist, and toothpaste later, they were both hanging in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around their hips.

“I’ll make some coffee,” Alan said, “and uhh…” He looked through his fridge and cupboard. “Toast?”

“Sure. Need help?”

Alan chuckled. “To make toast?”

Jonah took a seat at the table, leaning back lazily and spreading his legs more than necessary. “I’m just offering so you’ll think I’m a decent human being.”

Alan inhaled the delightful scent as he scooped some ground coffee into the coffee maker. “I could have sworn you were a decent robot . I’m a little disappointed.”

Jonah snorted. “You and Sean will really get along.”

“He likes robots?”

“He makes dorky jokes.”

Alan gasped, then pouted, giving Jonah his saddest puppy eyes.

“ Hey —I was just teasing,” Jonah said.

Alan pretended to sniffle while he put two slices of bread into the toaster, then pouted some more as he placed the peanut butter and jam jars on the table.

“Not funny,” Jonah said, snatching Alan’s waist and pulling him onto his lap.

Alan suppressed a yelp, keeping his act up as he forced his eyes to tear up.

Jonah cupped his cheeks and pushed the corners of Alan’s lips into a forced smile with his thumbs. “Stop it!”

“Or what?”

Jonah let go of his cheeks and narrowed his eyes. “Or I’ll have to discipline you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Alan said, his lower-abdomen tingling at what it might imply.

“Don’t challenge me, Thomas.”

The toaster sang its happy little tune, indicating a job well done. Alan gave Jonah a quick peck on the lips and got up, sticking his butt out as he reached for a plate and a butter knife.

“You’re playing with fire,” Jonah said.

Alan looked over his shoulder, giving Jonah a tantalizing smile as he dropped the toast onto the plate, then gasped when Jonah pounced.

Jonah threw himself on his knees, snatched Alan’s hips and removed his towel, then bit his buttock with a growl.

Alan squealed and laughed as he tried to free himself from Jonah, who was now pressing a flurry of kisses on the skin he’d just bitten.

“I changed my mind. Imma eat you for breakfast,” Jonah said, before biting him again with another growl.

Alan stuck his hand between Jonah’s face and his ass to protect himself, then squealed some more as Jonah bit the other side. “I’m sorry,” Alan cried out in laughter. “Please! I won’t do it again.”

Jonah stood up and wrapped his arms around Alan’s waist, planting a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his cheek. “You better not. Or I’ll have to subject you to the same torture again…or worse .”

Worse.

Alan’s pulse quickened as he tried to imagine what sort of punishment Jonah had in store for him if he ever teased him again. Knowing himself, he would find out soon enough.

“Now cover your ass before I bite it again,” Jonah said as he bent down to pick up Alan’s towel.

Alan put the towel around his hips while Jonah snatched the plate. “Wait—those are cold.”

“I like them cold,” Jonah said as he sat back at the table.

Alan was going to protest, when the coffee maker’s beep caught his attention. “Which mug do you want?”

“Any.”

Alan put two slices of bread in his toaster. “You’re no fun.”

“Fine. The seashells one.”

Alan smiled; it was his favorite. He hadn’t used it a lot since Eric bought him a mug with cute kittens on it, though.

He poured coffee for them both, and just as he finished adding sugar and milk to his own, the toaster made its happy song.

“Don’t you find it annoying?” Jonah said, curling his lip .

“No! It makes me smile.” Alan grabbed his plate and joined Jonah at the table. “Da, ta da, ta da ta!” he sang to the beat of the toaster song, spreading some raspberry jam on his toast. “Ta ta daaaa, da ta. Ta!”

“If we ever live together—” Jonah didn’t finish his thought. He tensed and shut his mouth, looking as though he’d just seen a ghost.

“The weather is really nice today,” Alan said, swiftly changing the subject. “I was thinking we could walk to your car instead of taking the bus. What do you think?”

“Sure.”

Alan gave him a bright smile, then started eating before his own breakfast turned cold. They didn’t exchange a single word while they emptied their plates and mugs, awkwardness filling the room despite Alan’s best effort to appear relaxed. So many words tugged at his tongue, but he had a feeling Jonah needed some time to think, so he stayed silent.

It allowed Alan to explore his own thoughts.

Jonah had taken responsibility for the fast pacing of their relationship before, but Alan didn’t quite believe him at the time. He was convinced he had, in one way or another, made Jonah feel pressured to commit. Perhaps he’d been mistaken.

Could Jonah’s sudden mood shifts be caused by words that wanted to get out without his permission? Alan knew a thing or two about those; he’d made so many potential partners flee because of it. He’d learned his lesson the hard way. Jonah, however, didn’t have a lot of experience with relationships.

‘I lo…’

Oh.

A secret smile grew in Alan’s heart when he recalled the afternoon they’d watched the first episode of season seven together. He hadn’t given much thought to Jonah’s stuttering at that moment, but it was obvious now; it had not been a stutter.

The knowledge that Jonah had those feelings overflowing from his heart was enough to make Alan’s own heart swell with happiness. He was glad that Jonah was prudent not to say something he might regret later, though.

Alan put his empty mug back down on the table, then perked up as Jonah reached for his hand to hold it. They exchanged a small smile, warmth flooding Alan’s chest at what he saw in Jonah’s eyes.

His own, private, little windows to Jonah’s heart.