Chapter Twenty-Seven -- The Inevitable
Was Jonathan still hesitating? What was all that dallying about? Maddox felt slightly on edge, a need to push his ass against that probing hand at odds with the words stuck in his throat, words that would demand he be spared. He took one deep breath; it was, no doubt about it, the most maddening experience in his life so far. Jonathan's presence felt so real, even if he kept his eyes closed. Maddox could easily picture the slightly parted lips, the eyes lost in lust and wonder, as Jonathan moved his fingers ever so gently, going deeper only by mini-fractions of an inch with each thrust.
"We're going to take all night like this," he commented, and his voice quivered.
"Allow me," Jonathan said in a throaty sexy voice, "to look at you like this just a little longer."
"Okay, you're making it weird," he joked, but the tremor in his words didn't go away. "You're staring at my butt."
"A very sexy, very naked butt." Jonathan used one hand to rub Maddox's cock through his jockstrap. Together with the fingers pressing deeper and deeper inside his ass, it made for an alien sensation that Maddox wasn't sure he could endure much longer. It was, at the same time, too much and not enough.
Jonathan wrapped his hand more firmly around Maddox's hard shaft, bent on doing something.
"I don't think I can come like this," he said.
Just as the words left his mouth, Jonathan moved his fingers differently, making him keen in surprise. He had played with himself in the shower, he had, but this was deeper, more relentless, impossible to stop. The hand moved faster on his clothed erection, and Maddox groaned, part in disbelief, part relief, as he came like that, with no other extra stimulation.
"Did you wet your undies?" Jonathan teased him.
Maddox was breathing hard, finding it difficult to get over the fact that he had come so fast, and somehow, from his ass. But he wasn't the type of dude to dwell on being surprised. He was actually curious to feel it again. Jonathan had withdrawn his fingers and was now playing with the hemline of Maddox's jockstrap, like he was suddenly too shy to take things further.
He couldn't have been more wrong about what was going on. Jonathan managed to move somehow and squeeze himself between Maddox's spread knees while lying on his back. Maddox let out a small sound as the jockstrap was pushed away and his spent cock was taken inside a hot mouth. He pushed himself up on his hands only so he could watch his lover sucking him. "Now that's a new position for a blowjob," he noted out loud.
Jonathan flicked a seductive look at him. And he had thought himself to be the one on top. This guy had the upper hand even with his mouth full of cock like that. Maddox had no rebound trouble when it came to Jonathan. His cock was swelling again, making Jonathan's eyes grow wide in surprise.
"You were supposed to fuck me," Maddox pointed out, although he couldn't protest too much. This felt way too awesome to say he didn't want it.
Elegant fingers were back at his backdoor, and this time, they slid in with more ease than before. And the alien sensation was back, only that it wasn't as alien as before, and Maddox began to chase after it while closing his eyes tightly. He bit his bottom lip, and it took him a while to realize that he was making all kinds of weird sounds. Jonathan was taking him down to the hilt, guiding him to fuck his mouth to a rhythm while fucking him with his fingers, too.
A move forward and he was dying from pleasure as he could feel the tip of his cock stopping against the back of Jonathan's throat. A jerk of the hips backward, and his ass was suddenly in heaven. He no longer wanted to protest to whatever Jonathan's plans were. His lover just knew better, it seemed, and he was not in the least reluctant to leave it all to him.
It was impossible to stop the blissful sensations, and the thought that Jonathan was gulping down his cum like it was the only thing he desired to do was enough to make him moan loudly and buck his hips wildly a few times.
Jonathan withdrew only after licking Maddox's cock properly, cleaning it of the last drop of sperm, like the thorough man he was.
He heard Jonathan undressing, but he was just too spent to watch the show. Later, he'd ask his boyfriend to dress and undress a few times only so that he could get his fill of striptease shows. It looked like Jonathan was quick about it, because the bed dipped again, and a strong arm wrapped around him and held him by one shoulder possessively.
"My turn," Jonathan whispered in his ear.
His eyes snapped open. So this was when things were getting real.
***
It was completely new to hold that strong body in his arms, so pliant and obedient, lax still from the last climax and ready to surrender itself completely. Jonathan fought the choking sensation in his throat; it came from too much happiness, but that didn't mean that he was doing a good job at reining it in. He grabbed Maddox's right hip and pulled the round ass to him. His own erection throbbed, neglected for far too long already. Good thing he had thought of giving Maddox pleasure before he got down to business, because he was certain he would offer a subpar performance. At least some of the disappointment would be alleviated.
"Are you going to fuck me while it's still today?" Maddox provoked him, and it was easy to read the hint of laughter in his raspy voice.
It seemed that even guys called Mad Dawg could lose their voices if properly fucked. Well, that wasn't exactly true since Jonathan had yet to get to the actual fucking part. The fingering test, so to speak, proved that Maddox would enjoy getting something bigger in there, but that still didn't do too much for his obsession with how he would perform.
"Do you want to mark it on your calendar?" he opted to tease Maddox a little more and played with one of his nipples.
"Yeah, why not? Among the many dates marked as 'My boyfriend still didn't give me the D', it would be a welcome change, don't you think?"
Jonathan stopped for a moment, his hard cock pressed between Maddox's enticing buttocks. "Are you telling me you've been thinking of this for a while now?"
A snort followed. "Yeah. You're so freaking dense sometimes, Jonathan, it's no longer funny."
It was true. He was too wrapped up in his own head to understand what was going on around him more often than not. Had Maddox dropped hints, and he had failed to notice them? "Wait, since when--"
"You started it," Maddox accused him. "And after dangling your hard cock in front of me, you put your ass up for fucking again and again."
"Um, sorry?" Jonathan offered and laughed.
"Not that I don't like fucking you," Maddox pointed out, a bit miffed. "I fucking love that. Your ass is everything. But, come on, you don't tease a guy about popping his cherry only to chicken out every time."
"Hmm, so that means that I should finally put an end to this misery of yours," Jonathan said.
Teasing banter notwithstanding, his cock was in an unbearable situation. He adjusted his position so that the tip could finally align with the searing heat in which he longed to bury himself. Maddox jerked in surprise. Jonathan couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed Maddox's hips tightly, steadying him for penetration. "Tell me you want it," he said quietly.
Maddox looked at him over his shoulder. Then, to Jonathan's dismay, he rolled away, escaping his hold.
"Are you chicken?" Jonathan taunted him, but his heart faltered. There was nothing he could do if Maddox changed his mind.
"Chicken, right," Maddox said with a snort. "Come here. I fucked you like this the first time. So I want the same."
Jonathan's heart leaped at those words. He was a bit clumsy as he moved between Maddox's thighs, but once there, everything fell into place. "Maddox," he whispered, his breath coming in short hitches.
