Offseason

Jason falls asleep on my chest.

It's something I never thought would happen. I mean, we've cuddled after sex before, I'm not a monster. But there's something specifically intimate about him falling asleep on top of me, his beard tickling my chest as he breathes deeply.

Scared to fall asleep--scared of waking him--my mind wanders, tries to figure out what exactly we are. I'm scared of that, too, but I keep coming back to him leaning across the patio table, telling me "this is worth a shot."

Ironic that we both work to block shots.

I don't know what to think. I like Jason. More than just fucking him, I mean. I like that I can cook for him. I like that he's easy to get along with. I like that he's asleep on my chest right now.

Jason shifts. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Fell asleep on you."

"That's alright."

"It is?" He snuggles back down into me with a sigh.

"You're adorable when you're sleepy," I say.

"Hm," he replies, drifting back off.

Fuck. I like Jason. A lot.

###

I wake up before he does. He's no longer on my chest, apparently electing for a pillow instead in the middle of the night. His ass is poking outside the blanket, nude, and I want to give it a squeeze but he's so peacefully asleep that I don't dare.

Instead, I let my eyes trace over his body. He's in the best shape I've seen. No bruises. Offseason. I take a moment to notice the sporadic freckles on his shoulders, the pink creases on his skin from the sheets. He seems delicate in this light.

I extricate myself from the bedsheets and blankets without waking him. Pad out to the kitchen, look out the window. Sunrise is beginning, and the sky is getting lighter. I turn to the coffee machine.

I'm drinking my second cup and watching the palm trees blow in the breeze when Jason walks in. I don't turn around, but I know he's there. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulder.

"Well, good morning," I say.

"Morning," he says, his voice still groggy. "Woke up and you were gone."

"Coffee." I show up my cup.

He hums in approval, letting go of me and walking over the machine. He's still completely nude, I realize. The urge to squeeze a handful of his ass comes over me again.

Jason chuckles. "You're staring," he says.

"Yeah," I admit. "And?"

He turns toward me, holding his coffee cup. With his cock half-soft he looks somewhat like a statue of a Greek god.

"When do you want to go to the beach?" he asks.

"What?" I force myself to look up and meet his eyes, though I let my gaze linger up his body for longer than I intend. "Oh. Yeah. The beach. Whenever you want."

He laughs. "You a little distracted?"

"Can you blame me?" My eyes drop back to his chest, his stomach, his v line. His cock's grown a little. I set my coffee cup down on the counter, unsure of what I'm doing until I'm doing it, dropping to my knees in front of him.

Jason looks down at me with amusement. His free hand strokes the side of my face. "You look good on your knees," he says softly.

"I think I have the better view," I reply, wrapping a loose hand around the base of his cock, now fully hard. He shudders, and I take that as my cue to start sucking him.

"Fuck," he groans. "Your mouth-- fuck."

I bob my head, gradually taking more and more of him into my mouth. Until his pubes are tickling my nose and he's fully sheathed in my throat.

I stop and look up at Jason, partially hidden from my view in my eyelashes, but I see that he grins. "Can I?" he asks.

"Mhmm," I reply.

With one hand on the back of my head, he starts slowly fucking my face. His fingers twine through my hair. Through my eyelashes, I see him bite his lip, looking down at me.

"You like this?" he murmurs. "You like me using your mouth like you use me?"

Fuck. I moan an "mhmm" around him as he picks up pace, fucking me faster.

"Is this how you feel when you fuck me," he says. "Tell me I feel this good."

"Mmmmph," is the most I can manage.

"Fuck, you feel good," Jason moans, and his hand tightens its grip on my hair. "You want me to cum?"

My mouth is full of cock. "Mhmm."

"Fuck," he whispers. He buries his cock in my face, pumps hard into my mouth. I feel his orgasm before I taste it, his cock throbbing against my tongue. Then he cums down the back of my throat, whimpering quietly.

I don't move, I let him pull me off his cock. "You were asking about the beach?" I manage, spit dripping down my chin.

Jason laughs. "Fucking hell, Nick."

I finally give his ass a good squeeze. "I'm ready for the beach whenever you are."

"Get up here."

I rise from my knees, and he kisses me hard, spit and cum and all.

"Fucking hell," he says again.

###

The beach is gorgeous. White sand and turquoise water, the sun lazily climbing in the sky.

Jason carefully spreads his towel on the sand. I do the same, then pull my shirt over my head and reach for the sunscreen. I'm pale enough that I don't tan, I just burn. When I was on spring break here in college, I turned bright red.

He looks up at me while I'm rubbing the sunscreen into my arms. "You want me to get your back?"

"Yeah, actually." I drop down onto my towel and hand him the tube. "Thanks."

Cold sunscreen touches the nape of my neck, and I shudder. Jason laughs. "Sorry," he says.

"It's alright," I reply. His hands are warmer than the sunscreen, massaging the protective layer into my shoulders. He's firm but not painful, and I relax into his touch.

Too soon, he's done.

"Can you get mine?" he asks.

Right. "Yeah, of course."

Once we're both appropriately protected from the sun, Jason turns around and gives me a quick kiss. "Thanks," he says.

"I--" My ears are turning pink, I know, and it's not because of the sun. "What if--"

"We're in Aruba," he reminds me. "No one knows who we are."

I glance around the beach. People go about their days, reading books, sipping pina coladas from plastic cups. No one's recognized us. No one's even looking at us.

"Alright," I say, giving him a kiss back. "Wanna go in the ocean?"

Jason's like a big kid at the beach. Running back and forth to the ocean, getting his sandy feet all over our towels. I can't even pretend to be mad at him, because he looks so happy here. Happier than I've seen him anywhere else.

Eventually, he collapses on the towel next to mine. His hair is wet and salty. Sand and beads of water dot his sunkissed skin. He's smiling slightly, squinting at the sky, and I want to kiss the peaceful look on his face.

"What are you looking at?" he says, suddenly turning his eyes to me.

I let out an awkward laugh. "Oh, I don't know. The hot guy who came on vacation with me."

"Can I meet him?" He's grinning now.

"Maybe. If you're good."

"Oh," he says, "I'm always good."

"Every day?" I tease.

"Yes." Jason sits up on the towel, leans over so our faces are close. "Every day."

Damn it. I kiss him, lingering on his lips probably longer than appropriate on a public beach. He tastes like saltwater.

###

As we walk back from the beach that afternoon, Jason reaches for my hand. It's a strange sensation. New to me. But he's grinning the whole walk back to the rental house, and it must be infectious, because I find myself smiling too.

We track sand into the kitchen. I head to the bathroom to throw our beach towels in the wash, and he follows me in and turns on the shower. I glance over my shoulder at him as he strips off his wet t shirt, feels the water to see if it's a good temperature. A pang of something sounds in my chest. Longing, I think.

"You want to join me?" he asks, meeting my eyes.

"Of course."

I keep eye contact with him as I strip off my wet, sandy clothes and toss them in the washer. He laughs, then lets his eyes wander south over my body. I watch his eyes darken with want as he looks me over.

"You're so fucking hot," he says quietly.

I step toward him, closing the gap. Jason's eyes switch from my cock back to my face. I kiss him, and he responds passionately, grabbing the back of my neck, bringing my body into his. I catch myself on the bathroom wall, leaning against him, pushing him against the tile.

A small sound comes from his throat, and I pull back. He's breathing hard. "The shower's probably ready," he says.

"And?" I lean down and plant kisses on the side of his neck.

His breath hitches. "And I'd like to wash you off," he manages.

My lips reach his ear. "I'd like that," I whisper.

I gently kiss his earlobe, then step back and let him get in the shower. His ass jiggles as he steps in, and fuck, I want to do more than squeeze it. As I follow him into the shower, I deliver a clean slap across his ass cheek.

"Fuck!" Jason says, turning to face me. "What--"

I cut him off with a kiss, wrapping my hand around his cock and giving him a quick stroke while I do. He moans into my mouth. I can't stop myself from grinning.

"Fuck," he mutters.

"You like having your ass smacked?"

"Ah-- maybe."

He's blushing, and his hair's wet from the shower water, and the way he's looking up at me, fuck. I kiss him hard, leave him panting.

"You like being spanked?" I ask against his lips. He moans softly. "That's a yes?" I tease, kissing him again.

Jason's whimpering now. I have him against the wall of the shower, his cock in my hand, the water cascading down both our bodies. His eyes are wide and needy. And fuck, I need him too.

"Alright," I manage. "Wash me off and we'll go to bed. And--"

He kisses me again, sloppily. "And you can do whatever you want to me," he says.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Are you sure?" I say carefully.

"Yeah," he replies, grabbing the bar of soap. "I'm sure."

It's hard not to kiss him while he lathers me up, washing away the salt and sand and sunscreen. His touch is gentle and firm at the same time. He rubs shampoo into my hair, and I want to fucking melt.

Jason gently nudges me. "You can rinse."

"What?" I open my eyes. "Oh."

He smiles at me. "Feel good?"

"Yeah." I tip my head back under the water, let the shampoo trickle out of my hair. "Not as good as you're about to feel, though."

He laughs, but he also mutters a quick "fuck" as he starts washing himself. I watch the soap bubbles make their way down his chest to his stomach, lightly stroking my cock while he cleans up. He notices, gives me a wry smile. I'm not sure, but I think he washes himself off more quickly after that.

Once we're both clean and dry, Jason flicks the fan on and starts toward the bedroom. I swat at his ass on the way out, and he yelps, then laughs.

I chase him down the hall, catching up with him at the bedroom door. He turns toward me, letting me push him against the doorframe. Our cocks are touching, pressing into one another. My hand quickly wraps around his throat.

"You ready to be good?" I murmur, looking down into his eyes.

"Yes," he breathes.

"Good." I give him a quick kiss. "I want you on my lap, ass up, on the bed. You can do that for me?"

Jason swallows--I feel his adam's apple under my palm--but he nods. I kiss him again, because I can't not, he's too cute, too eager to please. Then I let him go, move over to the bed, offer him my lap. Obediently, he lies across me, ass in the air.

He looks up at me from the bed, eyes wide. He's trembling and I don't know if it's with want or fear--and I don't know which would be hotter. I reach for the lube, squirt a little onto my palm. Reaching under him, I wrap the slippery hand around the length of his cock and give it a stroke.

"Fuck," he sighs. "I--"

The moans are just beginning to come from his lips when I stop jerking him off and land a slap across his left ass cheek. Instead, he lets out a surprised cry. Quickly, I spank the right one too.

"Fuck, Nick," he says. "That's--"

I resume stroking his cock, and he gasps.

"You said I could do anything I wanted to you, Jas," I say softly. He's rock hard under my hand. "Well, this is what I want to do."

He moans, closing his eyes. I take the moment to spank his ass again.

"You want to know why?" I ask, gently playing with his cock in my hand.

"Why?" Jason says, practically a whine.

"Because you're fucking adorable with a pink ass." I caress his cheeks, which are indeed turning pink under my touch. "And because I want you to know that."

"Fuck," he groans.

I give his cock a long, slow stroke. He's trembling again. I can't stop myself from smiling down at him, his face scrunched up as he waits for the next blow.

"You enjoying this?" I tease, slapping his ass.

"Yes, fuck." His eyes open, fixate on me. They're pools of dark brown, large, longing.

I grin, then lean forward and spit on his hole. He shudders. "You want something?" I say, massaging him through the spit.

"Fuck, Nick," he moans quietly.

"Sounds like you want something." I poke a finger in quickly, pull it back out. "You want to tell me what you want?"

"Please," Jason says, and his eyes are begging me too. "I want you to fuck me. Fucking hell, please."

I laugh. "You want--"

"Nick, please," he groans, and whatever sadistic game I'm playing breaks.

"Alright, Jas," I say, lying back on the bed. "I know you love to ride."

He unfolds himself from his position on my lap, quickly lubes me up. My cock enters his ass as he lowers himself on to me, nearly doing the splits.

A low moan escapes my mouth. I didn't realize I was getting myself worked up while teasing Jason, but I'm closer to orgasm than I expected. As he bounces on my cock, breathing hard, I find myself holding onto his thighs for my life.

"Shit, Jas, slow down," I mutter.

He keeps the same pace, eyes locked on my face, sweat beading on his forehead. "You're close?" he says, panting slightly.

"Yeah. You feel too good, baby."

"Then cum," he says softly. "I-- you can cum for me."

"You giving me permission?" Fuck. I squeeze his thighs harder, trying not to lose control.

"Yeah."

Jason winks at me, still working his ass up and down on my cock, and that's all it takes. My eyes shut. I cum in him, holding him in place with my hands on his thighs. He whimpers at the sensation of my cum shooting in his hole.

When I open my eyes, he's stroking himself off, still seated on my cock. He looks down at me and smiles. I smile back, letting my hands wander back to his ass and give it a squeeze.

"You're so damn hot," he sighs.

"You want to cum on my chest?" I ask.

"Can I?"

"Yes," I say. Our eyes meet, and his immediately close, losing himself in pleasure. "Yes, you can cum," I say again.

"Fuck," he gasps. Ropes of cum erupt from his cock onto my chest. The cum's hot and the sight of him cumming is even hotter. I squeeze his ass one more time as the last bits dribble from his tip.

"Fuck, Nick," he says softly, opening his eyes. "I-- that was--"

"Good?"

"Yeah." He takes a deep breath. "Did-- did you call me baby?"

I can feel my ears heating up. "Fuck. Yeah, I think I did."

Jason smiles down at me. He's blushing a little, too.

"You can do it again," he says.