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As my Grandpa always said, "Learn to labor and to wait*." Chapter 4 was the end of the original story, and even after a rewrite has obviously left things hanging. However it's not the end of the tale, and I would like to thank those who have written in support of this story--I will definitely continue on. It's not that hard, really-I just have to find the time!
- He could have just said "be patient", but if there's one thing Grandpa's fond of it's delivering pithy remarks designed to stimulate morals in the young. And yes, he's quite the character. . .
Chapter 4. Defcon 2--
The report seemed to take forever though we all doubted our suspect would ever be caught; in the meantime, we were told we should fix the security light so that the courtyard, at least, was well lit. We installed a new one the next day, which cast its surly, orange light over everything in the area. After a week or so I decided its primary function was to attract bugs and spiders, the evidence of which I swept away every morning. I also began to resent its glow at my window every night, reminding me of the reason it was there.
Jase came into the bedroom from his shower as I tugged the curtains at the window closed from my chair, dropping his towel in a heap on the floor. His back was to me where he stood at the dresser, and I got up to give him a hug. I love that fresh smell and soft, warm skin that he has after a shower; my hands traveled up from his waist to his shoulders and back again, heading unerringly for my favorite toy. I found it as impressive as the last time I touched it, and as familiar as my own. He reached behind to grasp my neck, and tilting his head sideways gave me a passionate kiss. Leaning into my body with his legs spread and bent slightly at the knees, Jase exhaled as I stroked his shaft slowly up and down, pausing to wet my finger at its tip and circling its most sensitive area. A minute or two of this was all he could stand before he grabbed me and tackled me onto the bed.
Ok, so I hadn't really planned to start anything; we had achieved an easy kind of intimacy over time that took advantage of quiet moments like this. Often, we simply lay together talking until sleep took us both. Jase brushed my hair with his hands so that it obscured my view of him-I laughed and let him have his way for a change.
"Give me your hand."
I submitted the body part as requested, reaching out to stroke his chest. He covered my hand with his own and reached down with the other to caress my cheek. A moment later, he drew my hand to his lips and kissed the palm gently. I sighed.
Starting from there, he ran his lips ever-so-lightly down the inside of my forearm, back and forth. I gritted my teeth at this torment, and tried not to pull away. Have you ever experienced something that felt so good you almost couldn't stand it? For me, this was the ultimate foreplay. Once Jase started this treatment, it wouldn't end until he had covered all my most sensitive areas with this gentle brushing of lips and a soft, warm breath. As he approached my shoulder, the skin of my forearm tingled in memory of his touch. I fought the urge to scratch.
My body was his as he lay down next to me and touched his lips to my neck. I could give every inch to him twice over and it still wouldn't be enough. The body is amazing in it's ability to produce sensation, and a quick orgasm just doesn't do it justice. My favorite pajama bottoms tented out as I strained to hold still.
Jase's soft nuzzling worked its way from my ear to my neck and back again as he expertly managed cause and effect. One finger traced the outlines of my face and opposite ear, making me hum in anticipation. My breathing surged as his tongue entered the action, gently swirling the edges of my ear and dipping into it playfully. His free hand stroked my chest and every so often touched me gently through the cotton of my pajamas.
By now, I was leaking freely and as hard as I could possibly get. My stomach muscles contracted and relaxed in time to his touch. I could feel indirectly Jase's erection where it bobbed against my hip, but rather than press in, he kept up a light back and forth motion so that only its tip made contact. He was not really a leaker like myself, so his touch left no trace in passing.
Jase worked patiently for what felt like forever, reducing me to abject slavery and my body to quivering jelly. Eventually he reached his ultimate target and lifted the now soaked front of my pj's away from my aching member. It stood at attention in the sudden coolness, begging to be sucked dry--a plea seconded heartily by my testicles which had long since drawn up to its base in a show of support.
"God, Jase-oh God I loVE YOU!" His mouth found its target and in that sudden play of warmth and motion, I passed beyond reality into light.
Wave after wave of orgasm hit and passed while my body strained upwards in complete concentration. I gripped the sheet and twisted under Jase, who was lying between my legs and holding me with both arms under the small of my back as he softly milked me dry. As I collapsed back to the bed, he kissed my shaft at the tip, causing it to spasm; from there he kissed my navel, and slowly worked his way up. Finally, he laid his head in the center of my chest and let his body relax against mine. His heart was beating in time with my own; neither of us can bring the other off without our own body responding in sympathy. We both sighed in utter contentment.
"I love you, Zach."
"I love you too, Jase."
"Marry me?"
"I thought I had," I replied.
He laughed, and hugged me tightly as my spent self also relaxed, warm against the confines of his tummy.
"I suppose the ring is a dead giveaway, right?"
"You got it, ace. . .for better or worse, for richer or poorer, till death do us part." I got a lump in my throat and cleared it softly thinking of what it would mean to lose him. Twenty-odd years of life had not prepared me sufficiently for coping with death, and I fervently hoped it would be a long time before I had to. My hug surrounded Jase and everything he meant to me.
In the quiet conversation that followed, Jase asked me if I thought Eric was ok.
"Normally he talks all the time, but did you notice how quiet he was today?"
I thought for a moment, and realized that Jase was right. "You know, he hasn't been himself lately--I just hadn't thought about it today. What do you suppose is wrong?"
"Well, it could be his grandmother, for one thing. They take care of each other in that little apartment, and if his grandmother's health has taken a turn for the worse, it would explain a lot."
"Why don't we go visit them, Jase? They don't live that far away, really; we could practically walk there."
"How about I call his grandmother tomorrow and see how she's doing." Jase snuggled closer and played with the hairs on my stomach briefly before settling his head into my shoulder to sleep.