His Tiny Sun

Chapter 35 - Language of the Heart （Beach Saga, Part 7）

CHAPTER 35

Language of the Heart (Beach Saga, Part 7)

Climbing stairs and opening doors proved to be difficult with Alan sleeping in his arms, but Jonah managed, of course. When he reached their room in Flavien’s beach house and delicately deposited Alan on the bed, he was still sound asleep.

Jonah dropped his bag on the floor next to the sofa and kicked off his flip-flops. He closed and locked the French doors, exhaling a long breath as he finally found himself sheltered from all that socializing. He stretched his arms over his head with a groan as he walked to the bathroom, releasing some of the day’s tension. He emptied his bladder and washed his hands, then looked into the mirror, letting out a loud sigh as he realized he’d have to wake Alan up so they could both brush their teeth.

Jonah left the bathroom and immediately froze, his eyes growing wide at the sight of Alan lying fully naked on the bed, his clothes having seemingly vanished from his body. The little devil was fully awake now, and looked quite proud of himself.

Jonah returned to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, his gaze lingering on Alan’s growing erection before traveling all the way up to his mischievous eyes. Knowing how insecure Alan was about his looks, it made Jonah’s heart flutter that he’d exposed himself like that, just for him. “You weren’t sleepy at all,” Jonah stated the obvious.

Alan sat up, cupping the back of Jonah’s head and giving him a look that stirred an inferno of lust in his lower abdomen. “I was pretending,” he said, before pulling Jonah in for a kiss.

A growl shot out of Jonah’s lungs as he pushed Alan back onto the mattress and climbed on top of him, somehow managing not to let go of Alan’s lips in the process.

Alan’s fingers dug into his back as he pulled him ever closer, their tongues and lips meeting in a deep, almost frantic kiss.

“You fooled me,” Jonah said as he caught his breath, internally cringing when he realized that Alan had heard his promise to keep him safe.

Alan gave him a short-lived self-satisfied smile, his demeanor almost instantly changing as lust took over his features instead. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Jonah buried his face in Alan’s neck, relishing the soft moan that fell from his lips as he planted open-mouthed kisses against his warm, salty skin. “Wait for what?” Jonah asked, pressing his hips against Alan’s, his own cock already up and ready for action.

Alan inhaled sharply, his hips joining Jonah’s as they moved in unison, grinding against each other like they’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks. “For this,” he breathed out.

“This?” Jonah teased before kissing Alan some more, his lips traveling down to his shoulder, then his clavicle, then his chest, where he slowly dragged his tongue against his nipple.

Alan arched his back, his hands gripping Jonah’s shoulders like he was afraid to let go, but Jonah had no intention of going anywhere. Not until he’d heard the beautiful sounds Alan made when he came.

Jonah swirled the tip of his tongue around Alan’s hardened nipple, thanking life for rewarding him after a long, exhausting day of trying not to tell everyone to go fuck themselves.

“Jonah,” Alan exhaled breathlessly.

“Yeah?” Jonah asked, flicking his tongue at Alan’s nipple one last time before looking into his eyes.

“I want you.”

Jonah smirked. “I can see that.”

Alan shook his head and chewed on his bottom lip for a second, before specifying, “I want you…inside me.”

Blazing lust exploded in Jonah’s body, only to come crashing down when he realized—

“Shit. I didn’t bring…”

“I did,” Alan said.

Jonah gaped. Probably. He lost track of his facial expression as his brain took in that new piece of information.

“In the front pocket of my backpack,” Alan specified sheepishly, then added almost inaudibly, “I brought towels too.”

Jonah moved to the edge of the mattress, regrettably tearing his gaze from his gorgeous man. He bent down and rummaged through it, finding a tube of lube and four condoms, which he placed on the nightstand for easy access. He checked the larger pocket next, from which he grabbed two towels and threw them on the bed next to Alan.

Once that was done, he stood up and stripped completely under Alan’s hungry gaze, noting with great satisfaction the visible effort Alan was making not to hide his own nakedness. Jonah figured Alan deserved a reward for standing up to his insecurities, so he wrapped his hand around his own cock and languidly stroked himself, while giving Alan his most alluring smile.

Alan was obviously pleased with what he saw. His gaze traveled up and down, left and right, taking brief—but obvious—pauses to focus on the action before departing for its next destination.

Jonah had always relished that look of lusty admiration that shone on men’s faces when he disrobed and pleasured himself for their viewing enjoyment, but none of his past sexual partners had ever come close to making him feel the way Alan did.With all the others, Jonah did nothing but take. To Alan, he wanted to give. Everything.

Jonah put an end to his show—to Alan’s visible dissatisfaction—then climbed on the bed to kneel between Alan’s legs. “You’ll have me,” Jonah said as he caressed the inside of Alan’s thighs with both hands. “But first…” He bent down and pressed a kiss on the side of Alan’s knee, then another further down, and another, until he was close enough to lick the drop of pre-cum that was slowly trickling down Alan’s gorgeous cock.

Alan inhaled audibly as Jonah took his cock in his hand, then exhaled a breathy moan as Jonah wrapped his lips around him.

Jonah would never tire of that reaction.

Jonah savored the sensation of Alan’s smooth, hard cock against his tongue, and the tingles that traveled across his scalp as Alan rested both hands on top of his head. He moved slowly at first, gently tracing every vein and every fold with his tongue—and drawing arousing sighs from Alan—then faster, swiftly turning the sighs into pants and moans.

Music to his ears.

Jonah pleasured Alan for a moment longer, relishing the quickening cadence of his moans, and how tightly his fingers were now gripping his hair. He didn’t enjoy depriving his horny tiny sun of his orgasm—although Alan did deserve a punishment after mocking him in front of his friends—but something much better awaited him, so he stopped before it was too late.

Jonah took a moment to admire the fruit of his labor that lay in front of him—a blushing, panting mess with beautiful blue eyes—then crawled toward the nightstand to snatch the lube. He returned to Alan and lay close to him, letting out an involuntary sound of surprise as Alan cupped the back of his head and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Jonah groaned against Alan’s lips as he kissed him back, his hands miraculously managing to uncap the tube without making a mess, while Alan’s own hands explored his chest and stomach.

“You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” Jonah asked, squirting some lube on his index and middle fingers. He leaned on his forearm and looked into Alan’s eyes, witnessing in real time the internal fight between the shyest and the horniest parts of Alan as he opened his mouth to answer.

“Yes,” Alan murmured sheepishly.

“You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you?” Jonah asked as he slid his hand down, softly dragging his knuckles along Alan’s cock on the way.

Alan spread his legs a little wider. “All day,” he exhaled.

Jonah smiled as he traced small circles between Alan’s buttocks, then applied gentle pressure, keeping a close eye on Alan’s features to make sure he wasn’t going too fast. To his cock’s satisfaction, he saw nothing but pure lust on Alan’s gorgeous face.

It didn’t take long for Alan to be relaxed enough to greet three of Jonah’s fingers, which made Jonah wonder if he’d found a way to prepare himself in advance. Knowing Alan, it was possibly the case. He had contingency plans for his contingency plans’ contingency plans. Alan would have found a way to make this happen no matter what.

Images of Alan riding him in the back seat of his car made tingles travel across Jonah’s body. He hoped it was on Alan’s list of things to try one day.

“I want you,” Alan murmured.

“Now?”

Alan nodded, then seemed to hesitate for a split second, before saying, “Sit on the edge of the bed. Facing the mirror.”

Jonah’s eyebrows shot high, but he refrained from saying anything. Knowing how much of a dirty imagination Alan had, it was in his best interest to let him take the lead.

Jonah gave Alan a soft kiss on the lips as he wiped his hand, then swiftly obeyed his command and sat exactly where he’d indicated.

Their gazes met in the mirror as Alan crawled closer, lube and condom in hand. He dropped the tube next to Jonah’s hip, then wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed his neck, making Jonah shudder with bliss. Alan had the softest lips, and Jonah loved feeling them all over his body.

Alan kissed his neck some more as he tore open the condom’s wrapper, his warm chest and cock pressed firmly against Jonah’s back. Jonah had always thought of this part of sex as a boring necessity he couldn’t get done fast enough, but Alan’s sensual touch and gentle kisses made him lean into the moment.

Jonah moaned softly as Alan pressed the condom on the tip of his cock and unrolled it.

The only thing better than feeling Alan’s dainty hands on him was to see him doing it, Jonah mused, as he looked into the mirror. It was decided; they would have one just like this in their future cabin’s bedroom.

Alan took a moment to fondle Jonah’s chest and leave gentle kisses behind his ear, before letting go of him and reaching for the lube. Alan’s hands found Jonah’s cock again, making it nice and slick—and making Jonah’s hands impatient to have a beautiful man to fondle as well.

Jonah twisted his head just as Alan finished his task, meeting him in a deep kiss that made Jonah’s body scream for more. “And now?” he murmured.

“Don’t move,” Alan said. He wiped his hands on a towel, then came to sit in Jonah’s lap, straddling him with his back to the mirror.

“Can I move my hands?” Jonah asked, not waiting for Alan’s answer before cupping the back of Alan’s head and caressing Alan’s hip softly with his other hand.

Alan gave him a small smile. “Just your hands,” he said as he inched closer. “And your lips,” he murmured, right before kissing him. “And your tongue,” he exhaled as their kiss deepened.

Jonah groaned, losing himself in the intimacy of the moment as their hands, lips, and tongues explored every inch that was accessible to them. They kissed for a long while, until they were both breathless and practically vibrating with need—and then some.

Alan eventually lifted his hips, prompting Jonah to let go of his back to hold his cock upright instead. Their frantic kiss slowed down to a tender dance as Alan aligned himself, then lowered his hips, slowly greeting Jonah’s cock inside him.

Alan took a calming breath with every inch that filled him, making Jonah worry he might force himself to go through with it despite feeling too much discomfort. There was no way he could enjoy himself if he wasn’t absolutely certain Alan felt nothing but pleasure. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” Alan exhaled as he pressed their foreheads together. “I’ve just…never had one this big before.”

For once, Jonah didn’t feel so smug about his size. “We can stop,” he said, stroking Alan’s cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to—”

Alan gently shushed him, then gave him a kiss for good measure. He resumed lowering his hips, burying his face into Jonah’s neck and murmuring against his skin, “Tell me…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you like what you see?” Alan purred.

Whatever fear Jonah had about potentially hurting Alan flew out the window as his attention was focused back on their reflection in the mirror. He swallowed thickly as he watched his cock steadily disappear inside Alan’s tight little ass, not stopping until their thighs met. Jonah wouldn’t be forgetting this view any time soon.

“Do you?” Alan asked.

Jonah nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. Yeah. Fuck. You’re hot,” he gabbled, too overwhelmed by the sensation of his throbbing cock buried deep inside Alan to express coherent thoughts.

“Then keep watching,” Alan murmured into his ear, before lifting his hips, the tip of his own cock brushing against Jonah’s abdomen and leaving behind a trail of pre-cum.

Jonah sighed in pleasure as Alan moved all the way up, then back down, drawing a deep moan from his lungs. He placed his hands on Alan’s hips and followed his rhythm as he caressed him, careful not to disrupt Alan’s range of motion. Jonah didn’t want him to feel rushed.

Alan was far from the first man Jonah had sex with, but it felt entirely different this time. While he normally couldn’t wait to fuck his hookup’s brains out, only thoughts of tenderness and affection crossed Jonah’s mind while Alan slowly moved his hips. He was even surprised to realize that he was in no way impatient to come. In fact, Jonah wished the moment would never end.

It’s called making love , a familiar voice said in Jonah’s head—once again telling him a truth he would rather not hear. Except, this time, Jonah embraced it.

If love truly felt like this, it would be worth any number of potential spider-filled boxes. So long as Alan wanted him in his life, Jonah refused to let anything—especially not himself—come in the way of the intimacy they were building.

“You’re shaking?” Jonah asked, suddenly alert.

Alan let out a small chuckle. “Sorry. Guess I’m still too sore from combat class.”

“Oh,” Jonah exhaled, deep relief washing over him. “Want me to take over?”

Alan nodded. “Yeah.”

Jonah cupped both sides of Alan’s head and looked into his beautiful eyes, his heart swelling the size of the sun at all the emotions Alan made him feel. Jonah would be content just to stay like this: their bodies joined and their gazes connected, until they both fell asleep to the soothing rhythm of the other’s breathing.

Alive and together, celebrating the beauty of life simply by being. By allowing into their hearts the immensity of the feelings they had for each other.

Their faces inched forward slowly, like time itself had decelerated to make their kiss last an eternity. One last spark of affection jolted between their gazes before they closed their eyes, their lips brushing against each other for a moment as they savored the warmth of their shared breaths, before finally making contact.

Jonah inhaled deeply as he took in the sensation of Alan’s smooth lips against his own. They shared a long, tender kiss—slow, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. This moment was theirs and theirs alone; a pocket of bliss in humanity’s timeline that only they had the privilege of cherishing. The first of many more.

I’m feeling it alright.

“Wanna lie down?” Jonah murmured.

“Mm-hmm.”

Jonah helped Alan up and followed him to the center of the mattress, where Alan lay on his back. Jonah took a moment to admire how good he looked with his legs spread out just for him, but he didn’t make Alan wait too long; the look in Alan’s eyes told Jonah he was quite impatient to have him back inside him.

Jonah climbed on top of Alan, pressing a trail of tender kisses from his hip to his neck, against which Jonah softly dragged his lips until Alan shuddered with bliss. Jonah pushed himself up on his left arm and tried to look into Alan’s eyes as he reached down with his right hand to guide his cock back to where they both wanted it, but he found Alan gazing into the mirror. It made him smile.

Jonah leaned closer, kissing Alan’s neck and jaw all the way to his ear, then looked into the mirror as well, meeting Alan’s lusty gaze while he steadily buried himself inside him. “Like what you see?” Jonah asked, softly caressing Alan’s thigh as he started rocking his hips with the same slow rhythm.

Alan bit his lower lip as he nodded, his legs coming to wrap around Jonah’s hips and squeezing ever so slightly.

Jonah knew that face. “You look like you want to ask me something.”

Alan twisted his head to look at him directly. “Could you…”

“Hmm?”

“Could you speak to me in French?”

Of all the requests Jonah had expected Alan to make while they were having sex, that one was…not on the list. It would be strange, but Jonah couldn’t say no to that face—especially not when he was buried deep in his tight little ass—so he decided to play along.

There was an upside to it, Jonah figured. A bit of awkwardness might prevent him from coming too soon, which was a very real risk with how hot Alan looked under him, his blue eyes brimming with lust and affection as he held Jonah’s gaze. “What do you want me to say?”

“Say”—Alan let out a delicious sigh of pleasure—“whatever you want to say.”

Jonah gave him a long kiss to grant himself some time to think about it. What could he say? Well, anything, really; chances were Alan wouldn’t understand a thing. He hadn’t updated Jonah on how many French words he now knew, but nobody became fluent in such a short amount of time. Jonah could recite a fictional grocery list, and Alan would still think it was beautiful.

Yet, Jonah found himself unable to just say random words. Although Alan wouldn’t understand their meaning, he wanted them to have meaning all the same.

“ T’es magnifique 14 ,” Jonah said, his lips twitching into a nervous smile at how ridiculous he sounded.

Alan didn’t share his sentiment, if the look on his face was any indication of it. He took a sharp breath through his nose and squeezed his legs tighter around Jonah’s hips, seemingly urging him to pick up the pace.

“ Tu me rends heureux 15 ,” Jonah continued as he obeyed Alan’s silent command. He thrust a little faster, then a little harder, then exhaled shakily as a shudder of ecstasy shook him. Alan was absolutely gorgeous as he held Jonah’s gaze, his hooded eyes growing unfocused with bliss, and his gaping mouth exhaling soft moans with every inch Jonah gave him.

“More,” Alan murmured as he twisted his head to look into the mirror again.

Jonah smiled, kissing Alan’s cheek before meeting his reflection’s gaze. “More French or more dick?” he teased.

Alan threw his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, his mouth wide open with a silent moan that had no right to be this alluring. “Everything.”

Jonah pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back inside Alan, keeping a close look at his features in the mirror, which displayed no discomfort whatsoever. Only pure, unfiltered lust.

Feeling reassured, Jonah slammed his hips again, this time making the lewdest, most arousing moan fall from Alan’s lips. It was all he needed for his brain to forget about everything that wasn’t the two of them having sex in front of a mirror.

Jonah lost himself in the intoxicating moment as he feverishly made love to his tiny sun, their bodies intertwined like they were made for nothing but being joined like this. They savored each other’s lips and tongues with repeated moans, groans, and sighs, their hands roaming over whatever skin they could reach, caressing, squeezing, gripping, while Jonah filled Alan over and over again with his desire for him.

“More,” Alan exhaled against his lips, reminding Jonah of his request.

Jonah pressed his forehead against Alan’s and closed his eyes as he tried to focus on what to say, finding himself grateful for the distraction as his climax grew dangerously near. “ Je laisserai jamais rien t’arriver 16 ,” he murmured as they both rolled their hips, meeting halfway into blissful thrusts that left them both breathless.

“ J’aime…être avec toi 17 ,” Jonah exhaled shakily, his heart filling to the brim with that feeling he definitely knew how to label now.

Alan dug his fingers into Jonah’s back, his moans quickening and scrambling Jonah’s thoughts.

Jonah persevered all the same, his heart taking command of his mouth instead of his brain. “ Je…j’aime…tout de toi 18 ,” Jonah said, struggling to keep his thrusts even as Alan clamped his trembling legs around his hips, his own orgasm getting near-impossible to delay longer. “ J’aime… 19 ”

Alan pulled Jonah close and buried his face in is neck, his entire body tensing around him as Alan started panting sharply through his nose. His moans soon turned to whimpers as his cock spasmed between their bodies, the sensation of his warm cum squirting against their stomachs and chests giving Jonah the permission he needed to chase his own release.

Jonah felt tears prick his eyes as his orgasm hit him. He joined his moans to Alan’s and he wrapped his arms tightly around him, claiming his lips and sharing a long, almost desperate kiss as the overwhelming pleasure made him fall apart in the best of ways.

They held each other for a long while, neither of them daring to move or say a thing. Their bodies steadily turned limp as they relaxed, the stress of their day escaping with each breath they exhaled against the other’s skin. They would have to let go eventually—if only to take a bath and brush their teeth—but Jonah couldn’t bring himself to be the first to burst their bubble.

It was Alan, eventually, who broke the silence by asking a question Jonah should have been expecting.“What did you say?”

“It’s a secret.”

Alan cupped Jonah’s head with both hands and forced him to look at him. “ Hey— you can’t do that!”

Jonah’s lips stretched into a slow, smug smile. “I sure can.”

“You’re mean.”

Jonah gently bit Alan’s chin, making him scrunch his lovable face. “That’s what you get for making fun of me in front of my friends.”