Chapter Nineteen

The house had an open floor plan with stairs directly across from the front door. The furnishing matched everything else and had a masculine feel to it. All dark wood and dark colors with a couch and chair designed for comfort. The kitchen stood off to the left with an island separating it from everything else. Three leather-covered stools were tucked against the back side of the island. A table sat over to the side, near a display of windows that looked out into the backyard and forest beyond. Jaron envisioned a small vegetable garden and maybe some roses along the forest line right outside the windows.

"This is a beautiful home." Jaron felt at home in Travis' space, which should have scared him. He had passed the point where Travis breaking his heart would affect his decisions, going forward.

"It got a whole lot better with you in it." Travis held his hand, pulling him toward the stairs. "I'll give you the grand tour after I show you the bedroom."

Jaron would have chuckled at Travis' comment, but he felt the urgency too. His blood heated with each step they took. "Yeah, that's a good plan."

Travis hadn't made the bed. Jaron pictured Travis in it, all naked and warm. He had memories of a naked Travis to fall back on already, so the mental pictures weren't hard to come by. The room smelled like Travis.

When Travis let him go, he sat on the bed. Jaron took off his shoes and placed them on the floor. He watched Travis kick off his shoes and then pull his shirt over his head.

"I've never done this before." Travis unbuttoned his jeans and took them off. "Get undressed, baby."

"You've never been with a guy?" Jaron pulled his shirt over his head, laying it on the bed beside him before standing and unbuttoning his pants.

"Well, that too. But what I meant was that I've never made love before. Sex, yes. Never with all the emotions." Travis took over, pulling Jaron's jeans down and helping him take them all the way off.

"Oh." Jaron swallowed down the lump of emotion lodged in his throat and wrapped his arms around Travis' shoulders. "I haven't either."

Travis grabbed Jaron around the waist, picked him up, and threw him on the bed.

Jaron chuckled and waited. The anticipation of feeling Travis' bare skin on his killed him, but Travis didn't make him wait long.

He came down on him, covering Jaron.

Jaron let out a sigh of relief, not realizing until that moment how much he needed to feel Travis' warmth and weight. He ached for Travis in a way that he never had with anyone else.

Travis smiled, brushing the hair off his forehead. His lips brushed gently against his before moving on to his cheek.

When Travis got to his neck, Jaron tilted his head to give him better access.

The next kiss held a hint of tongue.

With each wet trail of sensation Travis peppered on Jaron's skin, he fell apart a little more. He felt fractured, little pieces scattered over the bed. Travis kept picking up the pieces only to scatter them again, and each time Jaron felt a little more helpless.

Travis licked at the place where Jaron's neck and shoulder met.

Small fires flared over Jaron's body. Each one growing until he felt them burn in his blood.

Travis reached out to open the side table drawer. His hard cock slid along Jaron's. Even that small touch made him moan with need. He rummaged around before pulling out a condom and lube. He laid them on the bed and returned to Jaron's neck as if he'd never stopped the kissing. Gripping Jaron's cock, he held him in his hand.

At the contact, Jaron instinctively thrust up into the pressure.

Travis seemed to take the hint and slid his hand up and down in shallow pumps.

Jaron moaned into Travis' mouth and canted his hips forward, wanting more.

Travis' hand left for a second then returned. It was slick with lube now, and the slippery heat felt delicious. "More. Oh, God. I need…"

"What do you need?" Travis' hot breath ghosted across Jaron's neck.

"Put your finger in me. Please, Travis."

"Mmmm." Travis licked the side of his neck at the same time he slid a wet, slicked-up finger down Jaron's balls to his hole. He swirled around the pucker, driving Jaron insane. He pushed in, pulling out halfway, before pushing in again.

Jaron lifted his hips, wanting closer, wanting more of the sensations running through him.

Travis pushed and pulled a couple more times before Jaron couldn't take it anymore. "One more."

Travis did as requested, adding another finger along with the first. He created a rhythm that built Jaron up.

Jaron ran his hand over Travis' hip, gripping the side of his ass, encouraging the other man's thrusts against him. There was only a small pressure when Travis added a third finger. He didn't have an addictive personality, but he craved Travis' touch. Trying to meet every push, and wanting Travis' fingers deeper, his desperation grew until his body belonged to the moment. Every instinct told him to take what he wanted, so he did. He pushed Travis back. Fingers fell away from his opening. "Lay on your back."

Travis' gaze heated, and he bit his bottom lip at the same time as he grinned. Jaron grabbed the condom and rolled it down Travis' cock before straddling his hips. He grabbed onto the base, holding it steady as he sank down.

Travis' mouth fell open, and his eyes grew heavy-lidded.

The slight burn made Jaron nearly stop his descent, and his head fell back, his eyes closing when the tingling in his body centered at his groin. When he felt Travis' thighs on his ass, he stopped and released the breath he had been holding.

Travis ran his hands up and down his spine. When Jaron caressed his cheek, he leaned into the touch.

Jaron closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. Jaron opened when Travis demanded it. When his tongue thrust in, so did his cock.

Jaron's own hips pitched downward to meet the pace Travis set.

The cock in his ass rubbed over his prostate. Each thrust slow and deliberate, taking possession. Jaron broke the kiss when it all became too much.

Travis allowed a few more thrusts before flipping Jaron onto his back. His prick fell out of him, but he quickly righted the problem. He touched Jaron's face, his eyes scanning every feature as he pushed an inch at a time, bottoming out before pulling out again.

Jaron closed his eyes and lifted his legs farther back, letting Travis in as much as he wanted. The next push in jarred Jaron, demanding he open his eyes.

"That's right. Look at me."

Jaron nodded and held Travis' gaze. Every push in stole his breath. Every move put friction on his cock as they trapped it between them. His orgasm, when it came, stole his breath. When he managed to release the air in his lungs, moaning, long and loud.

Travis thrust in three more times before he came. His moves grew from that smooth glide to erratic. He broke the eye connect and buried his face against Jaron's neck. His movements grew shallow, and then finally stopped.

They lay silent, coming down from the high their lovemaking caused.

Jaron lowered his legs and let out a satisfied sigh.

Travis chuckled against Jaron's neck.

"Can you breathe like that?" With Travis tucked in so close to Jaron's skin, he had to wonder.

"Don't need to breathe. All I need is you." Travis' words were muffled but understandable.

Jaron's arms came around Travis, and he tightened his hold. "Sappy. And Ditto."