Four:
"Tommy, may I borrow a shirt?" Jason queried as he returned to Tommy's bedroom, still scrubbing his head with a towel.. The two had spent the day on the bike trails and had returned to the Oliver house to clean up before meeting Kimberly for whatever the evening held. "I managed to soak the spare I brought with me."
"Help yourself," Tommy offered from where he lay sprawled out on his bed, his eyes closed as if asleep.
"Thanks."
However, once Jason's back was to his host, Tommy opened his eyes and watch as his best friend rifled through his wardrobe. He bit back a sigh of longing. Jason truly looked delectable. Bared from the waist up, those broad shoulders glistened with moisture from his recent shower, making it appear as though he'd been oiled up. From the waist down, Jason's denim shorts hugged his butt just right. Unable to stand it, Tommy closed his eyes once again and, with a soft moan, rolled over.
He'd spent the better part of the day in both heaven and hell. Jason had been wearing his usual bike-riding gear, and those skin-tight black shorts and red muscle tank had driven Tommy to distraction. It hadn't helped matters that he'd been playing follower to Jason's leader.
He should have known the afternoon was going to be pure torture for his hormones. As Kim put it, he well and truly had 'the itch.' It was worse now than when he'd been home a couple of months ago. He should have found an excuse to cancel, or suggested some other activity, but the mood he was in today, Jason could have been dressed in full arctic weather gear and Tommy still would have been drooling all over himself. He just hoped Jason hadn't noticed. Briefly, he wondered if his situation was better or worse now that Jason knew how he felt about him. He spent as much time now concealing or down-playing his attraction as he did before. Only now it was because he didn't want to make Jase too uncomfortable.
Jason turned, intent on asking his partner what the plans were for the evening; however, he'd caught the sound of a faint groan and found that Tommy had rolled over, no doubt so he wouldn't notice the state his best friend was in. The one-time Gold Ranger sighed. He'd been aware that he was getting to Tommy pretty strongly since about midway through their trek. It had been the way Tommy had been staring when they took that break and he had doused himself with the contents of his water bottle. He'd honestly thought Tommy was going to lose it then and there.
He gave his friend credit for trying not to be so obvious. It had taken him some time to get used to the fact that Tommy found him attractive, and there were still times when it caught him off guard—especially when Tommy's appreciation was particularly intense, like today. However, he could handle this additional facet of their friendship, but he was beginning to wonder if Tommy could. Even from the back, the guy looked to be the picture of misery.
"Bro, we need to talk," Jason announced, his tone echoing his former command voice.
"About what?" Tommy asked without turning over.
"While I have it on good authority your ass is cute, I don't feel like talking to it," he jibed. "Besides, if you lay on that boner of yours much longer, you're going to hurt yourself."
"You noticed, huh?" Tommy mumbled, his cheeks scarlet as he shifted position and sheepishly hung his head.
"Kind of hard not to when a guy's wearing bike shorts," Jason pointed out reasonably. "Besides, even if I hadn't caught your hard-on, I'd have known you were hiding something by the way you were babbling all afternoon about Kimberly."
"I was not babbling," Tommy scoffed.
"Buddy, I know more about your and Kim's sex life now than anybody who wasn't there has a right to," Jason snorted.
"Oh, man," Tommy groaned, his mind flashing over the afternoon's conversation, which had been decidedly one-sided. He'd been hoping that he could disguise his excitement as coming from his waxing rhapsodic about Kimberly. "I did tell you everything, didn't I?"
"Uh-huh."
It wasn't as if Jason hadn't known his friends had taken that step in their relationship; Tommy had shared that with him not too long after their engagement, but he'd never gone into explicit detail. And he couldn't have been happier for the couple. He had to admit that a tiny part of him had hoped that being intimate with Kimberly would have blunted some of Tommy's other sexual cravings, though he knew that it wasn't that simple.
"I thought we agreed we wouldn't hide things from each other," Jason continued. "No more secrets. You were going to be as honest with me as you were with Kim."
"So you honestly want to know that I've spent the better part of the day wishing I was your bike seat?" Tommy muttered morosely.
Jason couldn't help himself and burst out laughing. "Oh, man, you'd better be glad Zedd and Rita aren't around anymore. If they'd heard you say that, you just might have gotten your wish!"
Tommy had to crack a smile at that.
"Bro, you're as miserable now with trying to hide your feelings as you were before I knew about them. I thoughts that was why you told me—so you wouldn't have to hide any longer."
"I know; it's just...."
"You're trying to protect me... to keep me from feeling uncomfortable," Jason realized. He received his confirmation when Tommy couldn't meet his eyes. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy, and anyway, it's not like you're the only guy I've caught checking me out. Just the only one I know personally."
That evoked a laugh.
"I guess I can't be the only one out there with exceptional taste in men," Tommy wisecracked. Then he fell serious. "I just hope you know I'd never do anything you didn't want me to."
"I never thought that you would," Jason assured him. "Don't let your feelings interfere with our friendship; that is what you're worried about, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Look, if you ever do or say anything that makes me feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you. All right?"
"Thanks, Jase."
"Any time, bro. Now, it's getting late, so you'd better hit the shower," Jason advised. Suddenly, his grin broadened. "I was going to tell you that I saved some hot water for you, but something tells me that you're not going to be using it."
"Get stuffed," Tommy rumbled. He had just stripped off his sweaty tee, so he heaved the pungent missile at his companion.
"Ew!" Jason protested and threw the offending piece of laundry after Tommy as he made his way to the bathroom.
Shaking his head in amused disbelief, Jason sat down on the edge of the bed. It seemed as if he and Kim were dealing with Tommy's dual attractions much better than he was. Jason had no doubts about his own sexuality and didn't feel threatened by Tommy's interest. Plus, he knew where Tommy's heart and soul ultimately lay: with Kimberly.
He lay back on the bed, tucking his hands under his head, and stared at the ceiling as he continued pondering Tommy's dilemma. There were times when he wished his best bud would find another guy he could share himself with. Frustrated desires were murder to deal with, and maybe if Tommy had some experience, it might help deflect some of his interest in him. However, Jason knew that finding another person Tommy trusted enough and cared for enough to want to be intimate with would be a tall order. That type of relationship took time to build, and even if Tommy achieved that degree of friendship, there was still so much that he'd never be able to share with an 'outsider.' He knew what that felt like.
Not being able to share being a Power Ranger with Emily had always bothered him, and he sometimes wondered if his lack of honesty had contributed to their break up. Could Emily tell that he was hiding something from her? However, as much as he longed to, he had given his word, and it was a promise he'd never break. Although, there had been times when he fervently wished that Em already knew... that she'd have caught him morphing... something to free his conscience. Tommy had no idea what a gift it was to have a girlfriend who knew all his secrets.
And that was the other matter Tommy had to consider: Kimberly. His fiancé was an integral part of him; even if Kimberly never even met the other guy, in sharing himself, Tommy would be sharing her as well, and he would be very picky about whom he shared Kim with.
He supposed Tommy could always have a one-night stand, but Jason doubted that he would. That just wasn't Tommy; he felt things too deeply. Strangely, he found the idea of his best friend in a cheap fling very disquieting. He knew Tommy would be careful, but after talking with his cousin at great length about his experiences.... He didn't want Tommy to wind up with someone who didn't care for him as a person... who didn't appreciate his relationship with Kim... who was only in it for the sex.
He imagined that the same sort of thing happened to women all the time—men only wanting to get into their pants, but somehow, it seemed a greater betrayal for a guy to do it to another guy. Maybe because their situation was already more precarious with homosexuality being the taboo that it was. Jason could remember in high school how he felt about the subject of casual sex. Back then, if any guy had tried to treat Kim and Trini like that—just going out with them for sex-- he'd have pounded them into a pulp. He found himself feeling similarly about Tommy now. If Tommy ever found a lover who didn't treat him right....
Jason had to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. Tommy was a grown man, for Pete's sake! He could take care of himself; he didn't need his best bud to come flying to his rescue. Besides, he already had Kim for that.
He just didn't want to see Tommy get hurt, that's all.
With that settled in his mind, Jason's thoughts drifted to another matter that he had wanted to pursue with Eric but hadn't: what was it like? Being with another guy. Being attracted to other men. Was it different than feeling that way about a woman?
He hadn't put his questions to his cousin because he didn't want to offend Eric with his curiosity. That, and Eric couldn't have answered the questions concerning comparisons with women. Actually, he'd have sneered at them—an attitude which had quickly put a kibosh on the notion to introduce Tommy to his cousin. But by the same token, Tommy really couldn't answer some of his questions either, never having had sex with another man.
Why was he so curious, though? Did he really want to know what homosexual sex was like? He wasn't certain. The only thing he did know was that he wanted answers so he could understand his friend better, but Jason wondered if he ever truly could.
~*~
To refute Jason's teasing, Tommy had attempted a nice, relaxing hot shower; however, his hormones still needed settling down, and when the cold water failed, he resorted to self-gratification. While it took care of the immediate problem, it wasn't particularly satisfying. It was beginning to look like he was going to have to ask Kim for a special favor tonight, and yet, he was almost ashamed to do so. It felt too much like he was asking her to be a substitute for Jason.
At least Jason was taking his all-too-obvious interest in stride. He was grateful that his best friend was as understanding as his fiancé.
However, there was no point in brooding about his confusing sex-drive now. Jase was no doubt dressed and wondering what was taking him so long.
Can you really go in there and tell him you were jerking off in the shower while fantasizing about him giving you a blowjob?
Somehow, he doubted Jason was ready for that degree of honesty.
With a sigh, he stepped out of the shower then groaned in frustration and disgust. He'd brought neither robe nor clean change of clothing with him to the bathroom.
"Great, just great," he grumbled. Still dripping wet, he wrapped a towel about his hips and plodded down the hall to his room.
Tommy was surprised to find a half-dressed Jason splayed out on his bed, looking as if he were asleep. He took a deep, steadying breath and was glad now that he had taken care of business in the shower. Seeing his best friend half-naked and lying on his bed had all sorts of fantasies running rampant through his imagination, and he knew he had to get out of his towel and into some shorts—fast!
He crept quietly towards the dresser, not wanting to disturb his companion—and not wanting to be caught with another hard-on. However, before he made it halfway across the room....
"Can I ask you something?"
Tommy froze in his tracks like a thief who'd been caught in the act. When he looked to his buddy, he noticed that Jason's eyes were still closed.
"Sure," he responded as normally as he could manage.
"I've always sort of wondered.... If you ever got me in bed with you, what's the one thing you'd most like to do to me?"
Tommy's mouth fell open in shock. And while he stood there gaping at his best friend in total amazement, Jason sat up, regarding him with interest.
"I know you've fantasized about being with me; I was just curious as to what you've always wanted to do," the broad-shouldered young man reiterated with a nonchalant shrug.
Tommy took a moment to collect his wits. He knew what he most wanted to do with Jason... something he wanted so badly he ached with the need. And if he ever had the chance to do this, he would be happier than words could express. However, he'd held the desire so close to his heart for so long, he wasn't sure he could share it.
"There's gotta be something," Jason prompted teasingly. "And I'm not going to call you a pervert or anything like that. Whatever it is, it's okay. I'd just like to know."
When he gave his answer, Tommy chickened out.
"Give you a blowjob."
It was something he longed to do, and it was a much safer, less revealing answer.
"That's not so bad," Jason noted. "I could sure go for one right about now."
"What?"
Jason had a hard time stifling his laughter at Tommy's stunned response. However, if he wanted to be honest, he had to admit to being more than a little stunned by his words, too. He certainly hadn't meant to say that, but now that the words were spoken, he had no intention of retracting them.
I've heard of straight guys accepting blowjobs from gay guys. It didn't seem like that big a deal. I mean, it's just a little mouth action... it's not like actual sex, he reasoned with himself. And he'd always kind of wondered about blowjobs; boy, had Tommy gone on about how great Kim's were! As he considered further, he realized that this might be a harmless way for them both to indulge their curiosity a little. Tommy could satisfy one of his cravings, and he'd have an answer to what it'd be like to do something intimate with another man. Of course, he'd still be lacking the female reciprocal with which to compare it, but that would come eventually.
"A-are you serious?" Tommy stammered in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Had Jason meant to imply that he'd be willing to accept a blowjob from him, because that's what is sounded like! Studying his companion's face, Tommy had to confess that Jason did indeed look earnest, but there was no way.... It was impossible....
"Sure, why not?" Jason replied casually, as if his insides weren't doing spinning kicks. "You want to give me one, and I want to know what one's like. You're not the only one who spent the better part of the day with a major boner. After listening to what you and Kim have been up to...." However, Jason sensed that his attempt at keeping it light wasn't reassuring Tommy. "I mean it, Tommy. Just this once... if you really want to... it's okay."
"I don't... I mean, yeah, I want to... I... thanks, Jase," Tommy fumbled, profound gratitude shining in his eyes.
Whatever his reasoning—whether mere curiosity or something deeper he had yet to examine—Jason knew by the look on Tommy's face that he'd done the right thing in granting this favor. Tommy looked much the way he had that afternoon when Jason had helped him patch things up with Kimberly.
Which brought up a wrinkle he hadn't even considered when he made his offer. "What about Kim?"
"She and I talked once, and she said that if it was right for me, then she was okay with it as long as I didn't keep it from her," Tommy answered. "I wouldn't even consider it otherwise." He paused, thoughtful, then added, "You don't mind if I tell Kim, do you?"
Jason knew that if he did mind, nothing was going to take place, and he applauded Tommy for that. "Kim's okay. Besides, as I recall, she already knows more about what I look like naked than any woman who isn't my girlfriend should."
Tommy had the grace to look sheepish at that. However, he quickly composed himself, his expression softening. "Thanks, Jase."
"No problem, bro," came the reply with as much heart-felt sincerity.
"Promise me one thing; if something doesn't feel right to you—and I don't mean just physically—you tell me, and I'll stop. No questions asked. No hard feelings.
While he had every intention of seeing this through, Jason was grateful that Tommy was thinking of him, too. "All right."
Once the Rubicon had been crossed, the two friends regarded each other in anticipatory silence.
"So, what now?" Jason wondered, the quiet beginning to unnerve him.
"I don't know; I've never done this before," Tommy murmured sheepishly.
"Don't look at me!" Jason retorted. "I've never even had a blowjob before. What does Kim usually do with you?"
"Gets my pants down around my ankles so fast my head spins," was the cheeky rejoinder.
"So, you want to do the honors, or should I?"
Tommy's face lit up like a child's at Christmas at the invitation, and Jason bit back a tolerant chuckle.
For his part, Tommy drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying not to appear as nervous as he felt. He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and he wanted to savor it while making sure that Jason never regretted letting it happen. He wanted it to be good for his friend, but God help him if he knew how. He flashed his expectant companion a flustered grin and swallowed hard. Damn, but Jase's mouth looked so good... so kissable. It'd be so easy... they were so close. All he had to do was take a step and reach out.... No! He would not overstep the bounds Jason had set. He had agreed to a blowjob; Tommy was not going to push for anything else.
Still, he licked his lips anxiously as he stepped closer to where Jason sat on the edge of the bed. He'd been invited to remove Jason's shorts... he'd done it a thousand times in his dreams, so why couldn't he now?
"Maybe it'd be easier if I stood up?" Jason offered quietly.
Tommy couldn't answer; he only knew the muscles in his stomach constricted into tighter knots, faced with this body he'd longed to touch, and a sudden urge to laugh seized him. This was just about how he felt his first time with Kim! That thought eased his nervousness somewhat. After all, he and Kim had managed all right, and he'd known less about sex then than he did now. Still, he knew that he couldn't look at Jason right now; if he did, he'd lose his nerve. So he closed his eyes and reached out to touch the rough denim with a shaky hand.
Jason regarded Tommy with a mixture of amusement, concern and anxiety. The poor guy looked as scared as he felt. Which, he figured, was only natural. Even if it was nothing more than a mouth job, there was still quite a bit of risk involved in what they were doing—not physical, but emotional. If they saw this through, it would alter aspects of their friendship. How much or how little, he couldn't tell, but he wouldn't pretend it wouldn't have some impact. Just by the intimate nature of the act and by their own natures, Jason knew that this wasn't gong to be just some casual encounter to be tossed off.
Why hadn't Tommy done anything yet? Was he having second thoughts? If the big lug didn't do something soon, he was likely to be the one having second thoughts. He was all-too-aware of the steadying breath Tommy drew in, and he almost laughed when his partner closed his eyes. Yet, when Tommy reached out for that first touch, he saw how much his friend's hands were shaking.
Jason hadn't been quite sure what to expect first, but he seemed surprised that Tommy should start by simply rubbing his groin through his shorts. Maybe he's trying to make sure I have something for him to suck on, he joked anxiously, because at the moment, he was afraid he was too nervous to maintain his formerly eager state. Or maybe it was simply a matter of familiarizing himself with his partner and a way to calm himself. The one-time Gold Ranger had to confess that it was helping ease his nerves somewhat. The gentle friction was starting to feel pretty good, and to his surprise, he noticed Tommy's attention was beginning to stir up a reaction.
Tommy noted the stirrings as well, and he let out a relieved sigh. He had sought mainly to steady himself with his tentative exploration; the fact that Jason had responded at all was vastly encouraging. Feeling braver, he opened his eyes and more firmly massaged his palm against the burgeoning ridge of flesh within the denim confines. His gaze flickered to Jason's face, and his heart swelled as he was rewarded to see his best friend's eyes flutter closed and to hear his soft moan.
Jason opened his eyes when he felt the tug at the snap of his shorts. He glanced at his companion and noticed that his expression had eased immensely. This, in turn, made him feel much more comfortable. He had to admit to looking forward to what was to come, and when Tommy's eyes briefly met his, he offered silent encouragement—silent because he couldn't seem to remember how to form coherent words as Tommy gave his anatomy a healthy squeeze.
Tommy grinned. He was almost positive that if he kept up what he was doing, Jason would be humping his hand even as Kim had that first time. To that end, he eased the zipper down, intent on peeling away the confining garment; however, he paused, wondering if he should take his time and remove Jason's clothing a piece at a time. It was tempting, but he decided that he couldn't wait any longer and quickly tugged shorts and all down about his partner's ankles. Then, he stopped and stared.
Although he shouldn't have been, Jason was rather taken aback by Tommy's unabashed gaze and open admiration. As his friend had confided to him, he'd been lusting after him since the day they met. And while Tommy had checked him out often enough, he'd never truly had the opportunity to look to his heart's content. While he felt a little awkward just standing there, naked, being scoped out, he fully intended to let Tommy look his fill.
And look he did —with the same sense of awe, appreciation and wonder he had felt his first time seeing Kimberly nude.
Jason was just absolutely gorgeous, and Tommy was truly humbled by the gift his friend had given him and was eager to repay it in the only way he could—by making Jason feel the most incredible things he'd ever felt in his life.
Slowly, Tommy dropped to his knees until he was level with his companion's willing flesh. He was all but mesmerized by the sculpted lines and the way the reddened shaft pulsed with life. He could scarcely bring himself to essay that first touch, but the moment he felt Jason's heat in his hands, all restraint melted away, and Tommy gave himself over to the delightful task of introducing his best friend to the wonders of another person's touch.
Jason's pulse raced and his breath caught in his throat as Tommy's hand smoothed along his solid length. He'd never dreamed another's touch would feel so incredible—especially another man's. However, he couldn't deny the fireworks shooting through his veins as Tommy caressed him. It was phenomenal! It was also maddening. Tommy's exploratory strokes were almost too leisurely. The shockwaves of pleasure pounding through him stoked his senses to a fever pitch. He wanted more... needed more....
"T-Tommy...." he rasped in supplication, placing a steadying hand on Tommy's head.
Tommy never thought he'd ever hear Jason moaning his name in the throes of passion, and the sound sent chills running down his spine. His hand continued playing along his friend's shaft, exploring with all the curiosity of a virgin but also with the sureness of one familiar with the territory. His fingers trailed lower, cupping his partner's balls, and Tommy felt Jason's hand tighten in his hair and could feel the tremors that quaked his knees. Suddenly, it was more than he could resist, and he opened his mouth to draw his tongue over that enticing rod.
Warm. Wet. Soft. And utterly incredible.
Jason's knees gave out, and he sat down hard on the edge of Tommy's bed as his long-haired companion licked from root to tip. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. The trail of Tommy's tongue along and around his anatomy was echoed by tongues of white-hot bliss licking at every nerve-ending in his body. Coherent thought was impossible as that wondrously supple muscle raked his entire length.
Tommy couldn't get enough as he devoured his best friend, savoring every lick. Jason was all around him—the sound of his moans, the taste of his warm flesh, the musky spice of his scent mixed with soap—overwhelming him. He had to have more. Driven by the overpowering urge to please, coupled with his knowledge of Kimberly's techniques and his preferences, he guided Jason's quivering shaft to his lips and slowly engulfed his best friend's member.
"Oh, God!" Jason groaned as Tommy's oral assault seared his senses. The technique was obviously rough and the rhythm was uneven, but that paled to insignificance before the fire that rushed through his blood to ignite every part of him. He was helpless before the blazing inferno that swirled out from the core of his being, and he didn't want to resist. He wanted to drown in the molten heat. Yet, he was consumed with the urge to move... to act... to not just let this be done to him. He couldn't wait for the blissful cavern of Tommy's mouth to return when it pulled away, and he snapped his hips forward in search of that wonderful wetness.
Tommy nearly choked when Jason drove himself deeper into his mouth. He'd been trying to keep a steady pace and keep from scraping Jason with his teeth or gagging himself. He wished he had a modicum of Kim's skill, but Jason didn't seem to mind the rough edges. His best friend's hips pumped with abandon, and his hand held Tommy's head in place. He didn't mind and gave himself over to Jason's desperate tempo. His fingers bit deeper into his partner's hips as he fought to hold on.
He could feel the tension mounting in his friend's body... his muscles coiling... his shaft swelling... balls drawing up tight. He knew what was coming; even so, he was unprepared when the first salty shot hit the back of his throat on the heels of Jason's delirious shout. Tommy found himself pulling away even as Jason's release continued to pour forth.
How does Kim swallow when she does me? he wondered, pulling a face at the rather strong aftertaste. However, it was a fleeting thought. His more immediate concern was for his partner. As he always did, Tommy scrambled up from his kneeling position, losing his towel in process, and climbed onto the bed so that he could lay next to his recovering companion. It just felt so right laying next to his lover, stroking the still-trembling body, easing it through the aftermath of one shattering climax and preparing it for the next. He lay on his side, his head resting on his arm as he lightly caressed the body next to him.
"Oh. Wow."
Those two words shattered Tommy's sense of peace and contentment. They reminded him that this wasn't his fiancé he was soothing but his best friend. Then he felt those deep dark eyes studying him. Though he blushed and pulled his hand away, he offered no apology.
To be honest, Jason hadn't minded Tommy's stroking. It seemed a fitting conclusion to such a powerful experience. It had been dissatisfying to come down from his high all by himself when he had reached that peak with a partner.
"No wonder you were raving about the things Kim does for you," he said breathlessly. "That was awesome! Thanks."
"No, thank you," Tommy responded with sincerity.
Jason rolled onto his side to face Tommy. He wasn't the least bit bothered by the fact that they were both naked in Tommy's bed or that his friend was so close to him that they were almost touching. He could all but feel the heat of his companion's unanswered need.
"So, what's the number one thing you've always wanted to do to me?" Jason asked, his grin and tone cocky.
"Huh?"
"You told me one thing you've always wanted to do, but not the one."
"How do you know?" Tommy demanded, totally off balance and a bit defensive. How could Jason know that there was anything else? Didn't he believe him?
"Because I know you. You had to think too long before answering. You were trying to come up with something that wouldn't scare me off or wig me out," Jason reasoned, looking rather smug.
Tommy scowled at him but answered truthfully, "All right, so that was number three on the list."
Jason waited expectantly.
"You sure you want to know?"
"Yep."
Tommy met Jason's twinkling eyes. "I'd very much like to kiss you."
It was Jason's turn to blink in surprise. That wasn't quite the response he had anticipated... he imagined something a little more physical.
"That's all?" He didn't want to make light of this when it was obviously very important to Tommy, yet he couldn't see how a kiss would be a bigger deal than what the two of them had just shared. "That doesn't sound so bad. What'd you have in mind? Something like this...?"
Cheekily, Jason leaned over and planted a smack right on Tommy's lips.
Tommy smiled tolerantly, recognizing the post-orgasm giddiness for what it was. Jase was feeling too good to take anything seriously. He'd been through the same thing often enough, but at the moment, he was stone cold sober, so he surprised himself as he reached for Jason.
"I had something more like this in mind."
He cradled the back of Jason's head and pulled him close. He saw his friend's eyes widened in astonishment a moment before his own flickered closed and his mouth descended upon Jason's.
Kissing was one aspect of an intimate relationship with which Jason was familiar. It was an activity he pursued with Emily with great relish. Sometimes they spent hours (it seemed) trading hungry little nips and long, tongue-twining exchanges. But he and his former girlfriend had never shared a kiss quite like this. It wasn't the physical differences—the firmer lips, larger mouth and tongue, the prick of razor stubble—so much as it was the intangibles. There was a hunger, a passion that Jason had never experienced before in the way Tommy's lips covered his and the way his tongue probed, demanded and gained entry to his mouth to engage his oral muscle in a fierce duel. It was in the way Tommy pulled him into an embrace, pressing him close with a desperate strength, but Jason didn't feel trapped. For through it all there was a gentleness... a tenderness he had yet to experience. If Jason felt anything, he felt loved.
He understood at last why Tommy held a single kiss more important than any other act of intimacy that they might possibly share. In bestowing this kiss on him, Tommy was opening his heart and soul, baring the depths of his feelings. It was an even more profound admission than his coming out had been.
For a moment, Jason was too stunned by the revelation to respond, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the gift he was being given. As the shock began to subside, Jason knew that there was no way he couldn't give something back. To not do so, would be akin to refusing Tommy's gift, and he couldn't do that to his best friend.
Tommy had half-expected Jason to push him away when he'd first embraced him, so the lack of initial response was not surprising. However, he was totally amazed when he felt an answering pressure... a tentative caress with the tongue... a tightening of Jason's arms about him. Jason was kissing him back! It was a bit hesitant and uncertain, and while it contained nowhere near the passion his did, there was genuine emotion behind Jason's effort.
Tommy would have thrown himself into the kiss with even more enthusiasm had he not needed to breathe so badly. He never wanted the kiss to end because he knew it would never happen again. For whatever reason, Jason had granted his fondest wish this once, and Tommy would be forever grateful.
"No wonder Kim always looks so happy when you kiss her," Jason murmured, still trying to get his bearings. "You even got to me."
"Jase, you don't know how much this means to me," Tommy said, his voice thick with emotion. The two were still face to face, their mouths millimeters apart. His hand stole 'round to tenderly stroke his friend's cheek.
"I think I do, Tommy," Jason assured him, unable to say anything further. "I may not be able to give you forever, but I can give you this afternoon."
"Jase?"
The broad-shouldered young man smiled at his companion's perplexed expression. He wasn't quite sure when he had come to the decision to see things through completely; all he knew was that he wanted to.
"Show me, Tommy," he whispered, essaying his own caress, combing his fingers through his partner's long hair. Cradling the back of Tommy's head, he drew him closer. "Show me what it's like to make love to someone who really loves you."
Completely blowing Tommy's mind, he sealed his request by initiating his own erotic tongue tango that left them both gasping for air when they parted.
Tommy was eyeing him dubiously, and Jason chuckled at his poleaxed expression.
"That was number two on your list, wasn't it?" he teased. However, instead of falling into the lighthearted banter, Tommy was very serious.
"Don't do this just as a favor to me," he advised. The kiss had been real, but this... this was a much bigger, irrevocable step. "Please. If you don't want this for yourself as well, we have no business taking it any farther."
"Tommy, I wouldn't have offered otherwise," Jason assured him. "I may have a big heart when it comes to my friends, but not that big. I may be a virgin, but I know enough to know that sex is a two-way street. I'm not going to just lay here and let you have your way with me." Jason paused, frowning as he gathered his thoughts. "Look, I'm not even real sure I can explain it to myself. All I know is, deep down inside, I have to do this... no, I want to do this."
He wished he could elaborate on his motives further, but the reasoning behind his willingness seemed to hover just beyond his grasp. He gave his best friend a look that willed him to understand and accept.
Tommy did.
"Don't worry; we'll figure it out later," Tommy assured him. Then, he rolled over, pressing Jason back against the mattress as he hovered over him. "I should warn you, bro; I don't know any more about this than I did about giving you a blowjob."
"Considering how well you did with that, I don't think you have anything to worry about."
Tommy silenced him with a spirited kiss.
Their mouths lingered for an eternity, it seemed, but this time, Tommy didn't want the kiss to end because he wasn't quite sure what to do next. Oh, he knew what he usually did with Kim, but he also knew that making love to Jason shouldn't be the same as making love to Kim: they were totally different people. He wanted to laugh at himself. He'd been given his greatest dream to make real, and he was too paralyzed by uncertainty to do anything.
Don't think so much. Trust your instincts, he advised himself. When he broke the kiss at last, he continued to gaze down at his soon-to-be lover, his eyes brimming with emotions too numerous to count and reveling in the full body contact. It was as if he could feel Jason's strength permeating every inch of him where they touched. It was in that moment that Tommy realized that while he could be as tender with Jason as with Kim, he didn't have to hold back. His partner now wasn't a petite gymnast (who, granted, was stronger than she looked) but an equal... someone who could take his strength unflinchingly and could offer his own in return. It also brought to mind another difference, and unbidden, the words came to his lips.
"It's kind of nice having a partner who isn't a foot shorter than me."
While being true, something Jason hadn't considered before, the statement was so absurd that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
However, his mirth turned to a moan as Tommy's tongue suddenly traced a wet trail along his jawline to his ear.
"Time to see what turns you on, bro," Tommy whispered, his voice deep and husky with desire. Jason shivered as his words seemed to caress him even as his tongue roamed over the contours of his ear. A pleasant enough sensation—until Tommy's teeth found his earlobe, and bolts of sexual electricity set his senses on fire.
Though Jason had promised to reciprocate, at the moment, all he could do was hold on and feel as Tommy switched to his other ear, then began nibbling his way down his throat. Jason felt as if he was fighting to stay afloat when all he wanted to do was surrender to the erotic whirlpool pulling him under. His hands skimmed down the planes of Tommy's back, his fingertips leaving red trails. Tommy latched onto his pulse point, his teeth gently raking the surprisingly sensitive flesh; the feeling was so unexpectedly intense that Jason found himself trying to back away from the fire. He planted his hands on Tommy's chest as if to push him away. However, he stopped, and a decidedly wicked grin tugged at his lips. Tommy had spent a good portion of the afternoon telling him all the things Kim did to him. He had his lover at a disadvantage: he already knew what turned Tommy on! His fingers searched the smooth expanse of chest until they found the tiny, stiff nipples and gave them a firm pinch.
"Shit!" Tommy hissed as a surge of fire enveloped him. His eyes shuttered closed when Jason repeated the move. "Oh, man...."
"Gotcha," Jason snickered.
Tommy shifted so he was sitting up, straddling Jason's hips. He could feel his companion's ridge of again-hard flesh teasingly nestled in the cleft of his bottom. His own anatomy was rampant, aching with the need for release. The position was thoroughly distracting; still, Tommy gave Jason a taste of his own medicine, but with a twist. He bent his head to Jason's torso, his hair leading the way, tickling across the taut, silken skin, and he captured one brown peak between his teeth.
"Oh, God," Jason moaned, the sensation driving his hips forward into Tommy's backside. That was an experience in on and of itself!
"How can you stand it?" he rasped when Tommy allowed him to catch his breath. "I'm good and ready to come again, and you... you've got to be fit to burst! You've been nursing that hard-on of yours all afternoon without relief... unless you jerked off in the shower or something...." His voice trailed off in disbelief as a blush spread across Tommy's cheeks.
"You didn't," he gasped in mock outrage. "You mean to tell me you actually got off in the shower while I was in your bedroom?"
Tommy, instead of feeling sheepish, boldly answered, "And you were giving me a pretty good blowjob, too."
"You'd really like that, wouldn't you," Jason said softly. However, for the first time all afternoon, he balked. "I... I don't know if I can do that, Tommy."
Tommy cupped Jason's cheek and turned his friend's face towards him so he could look him in the eye. "It's all right," he assured him. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. You've given me more than I ever truly imagined I'd ever get to have with you. We stop whenever you want to."
Jason acknowledged Tommy's words with a silent nod, grateful for the reassurance. It seemed as if whenever he got cold feet, Tommy's warmth and understanding thawed him out. For even as he was sure that he wouldn't be able to reciprocate Tommy's attention to his penis, his fingers had found their way to Tommy's and slowly enfolded his eager flesh.
That's not so bad, he mused as his hand glided along the heated, solid length of his best friend. Above him, Tommy's head dropped back, and a deep rumbling purr—one that called to mind his partner's former allegiance with the white tiger-- echoed up from the depth's of Tommy's chest. He wasn't doing all that much, yet Tommy looked positively euphoric.
Bliss boiled over in Tommy's veins... as much from Jason's touch as from the knowledge that the man was truly touching him. He could have wept for joy. However, tears were not what was in imminent danger of escaping him. If Jason continued stroking him, he was going to lose it.
"Jase...." Tommy whimpered, trying to warn his friend off, but the rest of his cautionary words were lost in a lusty moan.
Novice that he was, Jason could tell that Tommy was close. The baby-smooth cap was already wet with a taste of things to come. It would take very little to shatter Tommy with ecstasy. However, with his companion hovering on the verge, Jason suddenly stopped and regarded his partner thoughtfully.
Since it shouldn't take much....
"Oh, what the heck," he muttered. Instead of reaching for the overwrought phallus, he worked his hands between their bodies and, cupping the cheeks of Tommy's tight bottom, urged him forward. Smiling up into Tommy's startled face, he added, "Just this once."
Eyes closed, he parted his lips.
Tommy nearly lost all control the moment Jason's lips passed over the tip of his shaft. He could scarcely believe what he was experiencing, and yet, when he glanced down, there was no denying it. He watched, unable to look away, for fear he might be dreaming as, again and again, a goodly portion of his eager flesh slid past those so-soft lips. He nearly died from sheer delight as Jason's broad tongue ventured a tentative caress. Tommy's hand reached down to cradle Jason's head; now his fingers tightened in the close-cropped hair.
Control... he had to fight for control. All he wanted to do was bury himself in the warm, wet cavern of Jason's mouth again and again until the excitement building within him burst out in a pearly torrent.
No. He didn't want to fill Jason's mouth. There was a much greater intimacy he craved, but Lord help him if he could stop in time.
However, Jason was of the same mind as Tommy—at least insofar as he didn't want Tommy ejaculating in his mouth. That he knew he honestly couldn't handle. He knew Tommy was poised on the brink; yet, he was astonished that before he could pull off, his lover had withdrawn. He eyed his friend, puzzled.
"Not your mouth," Tommy panted," but I need to be inside you. Please?"
Jason knew what Tommy meant... what he wanted... and he gave it unstintingly.
"Should I be on my hands and knees?" he requested. Tommy had already shifted off him, and he made to roll over.
Tommy gave him a quick kiss. "I guess so."
With more trepidation than he wanted to admit to feeling, Jason turned over. However, he paused before kneeling up, wondering what Tommy was fishing for in his nightstand. A moment later, he had his answer: a bottle of clear liquid labeled 'personal lubricant' and a condom.
"Apparently, there were a few things about your and Kimberly's sessions you didn't tell me about," he remarked wryly, eyeing the container of fluid speculatively.
"Just one or two... oh, wait! Hold that pose," Tommy abruptly exclaimed.
"What?" Jason had been ready to 'assume the position,' as it were. Instead, he lay back on his stomach.
"Mm... just something else I've always wanted to do," Tommy murmured, glossing a loving hand over his companion's taut cheeks. "Do you mind?"
"I'm not the one whose balls are going to explode," Jason snorted, even though his own body was straining with resurgent desire.
Tommy didn't answer but straddled that sleek derriere. Then, he bent over his partner, pressing his lips to the nape of Jason's neck. Kissing, licking, nipping and sucking, he blazed a heated trail all across those broad shoulders.
Jason responded with a rumbling sigh and an enticing wriggle. Tommy's breath on the back of his neck—not to mention his insistent mouth—had kindled new fires throughout his body that had every sensory nerve standing at attention and begging for more.
Then, that wondrous mouth began working it's way down his spine, lavishing hot, wet attention to every inch of his backbone until it reached his tail.
There, Tommy paused to indulge himself in caressing that exquisite posterior. His hands roamed everywhere, exploring every bit of those succulent globes. When it was no longer enough to simply touch, he tasted, lowering his mouth to sample the tempting flesh. When his teeth were rough, lips and tongue were gentle and soothing. He even delved deep within the cleft of those rounded swells.
Jason nearly leaped off the bed. Tommy was touching places that had never before been explored, and what his tongue was doing to him was driving him mad with desire. He never dreamed that hidden entrance would be so sensitive...and such sensations...! The shockwaves radiating out from this new epicenter promised even greater quakes of pleasure than he had previously known. Yet, even as the tremors continued to grow, there was an abrupt absence of Tommy's touch, and he made a sound low in his throat that was part whimper, part growl.
"Easy, buddy; I have to loosen you up first," Tommy said, trying to reassure and encourage. Thank God he and Kim had already begun exploring these other avenues of delight.
It seemed like an eternity before Tommy's touch returned, and when it did, it was accompanied by something thick, slippery and cold!
"Just relax, Jase," Tommy instructed, beginning to work the slick liquid into his partner. "I won't hurt you. I promise; this feels absolutely incredible. But you have to relax and trust me."
Jason trusted Tommy all right; he just couldn't seem to make his body trust him at the moment.
Tommy patiently continued stroking until he felt the coiled tension easing. Then, he pressed against the puckered opening.
Jason's first instinct was to bear down and expel the newcomer. However, as Tommy's finger inched in deeper, he touched places that Jason never knew existed. The broad-shouldered young man gripped the headboard more tightly and sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure exploded throughout his body.
"That's it," Tommy encouraged, pleased to feel his friend's acceptance in both his relaxing and the subtle backwards thrust of his hips. Slowly, he introduced a second finger, wanting to make certain Jase would be able to take him as easily as possible. However, while readying his partner, Tommy felt strangely disquieted, as if something was wrong. It wasn't what he and Jason were doing, he realized, but how there were going about it. Jason on his hands and knees... that's what it was. It was a posture that seemed wrong for the former Red and Gold Rangers. Submissive. Though they had both served under each other's leadership as Rangers, they had always been equals.
"Not like this," Tommy decided aloud.
"This—what?" Jason gasped.
"I can't take you like this. I need to see your face," the long-haired young man said, at a loss to explain further. "I need you on your back."
"Like the missionary position?" Jason queried. He was rather dubious, but then, what did he know about sexual positions between men? "Can we do it this way?"
"Kim's done me with the strap-on like this," Tommy replied.
"No way!" Jason exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with amazement and merriment. "Kim's really done you with a strap-on?"
"She was just trying to find a way to help me out," was the defensive reply.
"I didn't mean anything by it," Jason hastened to say. "It's just... it amazes me sometimes how much she loves you."
"Me, too," Tommy agreed softly. Then, he locked gazes with his best friend. He wanted to ask, 'are you ready,' but his voice seemed to have fled. All he could do was hope Jase could read what his eyes tried to convey.
He needn't have worried. Jason did understand... everything, from Tommy's excitement and nervousness to his request for permission... all of which glimmered in those expressive, velvety eyes. It was all up to Jason. He knew he could stop their tryst with a word. However, he reached for Tommy, pulling him closer. "It's all right, bro," he assured him.
Tommy let out a grateful sigh. "I love you," he murmured, sealing his companion's mouth with his own.
Same here, bro, Jason admitted silently, letting his actions convey his thoughts. When Tommy let him up for air, he drew his legs back, offering himself to his friend.
And Tommy accepted, pressing Jason back further, opening him to his latex-sheathed length. He placed the tip against the ring of muscle, on and at Jason's silent confirmation, he eased himself forward. Slowly, yet steadily, he worked Jason's body, gasping as the muscles gripped him tightly as he began his erotic exploration of his lover's depths.
Lover....
Tommy repeated the word to himself in silent exhaltation. It was still staggering that he could call Jason his lover. It was a gift beyond price—one he would treasure forever. It was something no one would be able to take away from him, for no matter what other partners he might have in his life, Jason would always be his first male lover.
However, even as his reflections materialized, they slipped away from him, scattered by sensations too incredible to name as his body joined with Jason's. He felt himself drowing in bliss, carried away by the heat flooding his being, huge ripples of pleasure engulfing him with every fluid stroke. Still, he didn't want to become so lost that he forgot his partner. Tommy forced his eyes to remain open so he could watch Jason.
He needn't have worried about his companion. Jason had surrendered himself to the pleasure careening out of control through his body. There had been a moment during Tommy's entry that he thought he might resist before he adjusted to his partner's presence within him. The urge had been fleeting as Tommy's gentle storkes touched him in places he'd never been touched and stirred up a fire that melted any thought of fight. Jason's body was eager for all that Tommy could give him, so much so that he found the slow, careful pace almost maddening. He wanted all Tommy had to give him, and a frustrated whimper crept out.
Tommy chuckled low in his throat at Jason's impatience.
"Just wanted to... make sure... you're okay... with everything," he panted, the effort to restrain himself all too evident.
"Don't... hold back," Jason rasped, more than ready for anything Tommy could give him.
Tommy's next stroke was no holds barred, and both men groaned at the force of the ecstatic shockwaves that rippled through them. Tommy gave free rein to his passions, holding back nothing, and Jason accepted all he had to give and returned it in equal measure. Though they had never been together in this fashion before, they knew each other's rhythms, their bodies moving in synch like those of long-time lovers.
At last, Tommy could not stave off the inevitable, and he gave himself over to the exquisite eruption building within him. His body strained to reach that peak. And when at last he had attained it, Tommy let out a cry that was part shout, part joyful sob; he bent his head to his partner, celebrating his release with a feverish kiss.
Jason held tight to his partner's sweat-slick body as it trembled in the throes of that supreme moment of pleasure. And he continued to hold him as ecstasy gave way to satisfaction and contentment.
Though exhausted, Tommy was too practiced to collapse atop his partner. Without releasing Jason, he eased off his companion and cuddled up along side him. There was so much he wanted to say; yet, what could he say that he hadn't already expressed with his body? He looked to Jason, eyes shining and out of breath.
Jason, too, had no words to describe what he was feeling, and so the pair lay together, recovering and gathering their wits. Suddenly, Tommy yawned, then blushed sheepishly at Jason's expression of disbelief.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me," Jason warned with mock sterness.
"And why's that?" Tommy challenged.
"Because I'm back to where I was when we started all this." And he nudged Tommy with his once-again willing flesh.
"What do you want me to do about it? Give you another blowjob?" Tommy asked cheekily, though thoroughly delighted by the prospect.
"Actually," Jason began, suppressing a mischievous grin, "I'm hoping that felt as good as it looked."
Tommy's eyebrows climbed in amazment. And he thought he was beyond surprise at this point. However, he responded in keeping with the lighthearted banter. "Better. But why take my word for it? Why don't you find out for yourself."
"Careful, bro; I just might do that," and with the gauntlet thrown, Jason rolled on top of Tommy. "My turn to be on top," he declared as he swooped in for a heated kiss. He knew that when this was all over, he would have to sit down and take a long, hard look at what had happened—and, more importantly, why he had let it happen, but for now, he intended to enjoy himself.
However, as he reluctantly released Tommy's mouth, he caught a flicker of movement in his peripheral vision. His eyes darted towards it, and they widened noticeably in surprise.
"What?" Tommy queried.
"Busted," Jason whispered back.
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