Once they were inside the house and Jake had turned off the outside lights, he set the glasses and empty bottle of Jack Daniels down on the kitchen counter and turned to face David. They were two men, 34 and 40, brought together by unspeakable grief. And moments ago, on a warm summer night, they had kissed for the first time.
David looked at Jake with a mixture of arousal and terror. The last time he was intimate with someone new was when he met Stephanie at college more than 20 years ago. They were both virgins. David was an engineer by training and managed projects for the airport commission for a living. He was thoughtful, analytical, and a bit emotionally detached. He appreciated organization and logic. Stephanie was more of the free spirit; she taught him how to come out of his shell, be playful, and discover joy. They'd had a tender, passionate sex life; Stephanie was the only person David had ever truly opened his heart to. When she died, he'd wondered if he'd ever laugh again.
Jake had played football in high school and college; he was born with the build of a line backer. He was 6'2, weighed in at 250lbs, and while he wasn't as in as good of shape as he was during his football playing days, he was still muscular and thick. He had his share of lovers when he was younger and was known to party quite a bit during the off season. But he wasn't good enough to play pro-ball, got a degree in environmental science, and met Susie at work conference on protecting rivers. They started off as fuck-buddies; their sexual attraction was passionate and intense. But over their first year together, a relationship slowly blossomed, they fell in love and began a life together. Susie's pregnancy with Scout hadn't been planned, but she was certainly wanted. While Jake had had his share of lovers and had a core of close friends, Susie's death a week after Scout was born had shattered his world.
So at 11:17pm on July 3rd, two brokenhearted men stood face to face in the shadow of grief, having shared their first kiss.
David found himself tearing up, overcome with the emotion of it all. "I'm sorry, Jake. I got carried away out there. I don't know what happened. I guess it was," he stammered and tried to catch his breath.
Jake pulled him into a hug. "David," he said quietly, "stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong. I like you. I liked it when we kissed." He lifted David's face up and smiled. "Too much talking," he said as he kissed David again. If their kiss outside had been tender, this one was full of passion and longing. Jake moved his mouth to nibble on David's ear, causing David to tremble and Jake's erection to get even harder. He sucked a bit on David's neck, causing the smaller man to moan aloud.
"I found your hot spot," Jake moaned into David, tracing his neck with his tongue.
"Don't stop," David moaned as Jake rubbed his hands down David's back, kneading his ass. They were both grinding into each other, David leaking precum through his shorts, Jake feeling the wet spot and grinding even harder.
They kept making out like that, standing in the kitchen, when David uttered with some embarrassment, "If we don't stop, I'm gonna cum in my pants."
Jake pulled back with a big grin, "Fuck yeah man!" They were such a mismatch in so many ways: Jake a big, foul mouthed ex-college football player, who was big and bearded and hairy and went with the flow of what felt good; and David, a 40 year old nerdy project manager with a swimmer's build, who liked plans and organization and systems and who rarely did anything spontaneously.
Yet here they were, two men who had forged a tender, vulnerable, caring bond in their grief. David was hungry for Jake and what he offered. So he did what he rarely did and just let go.
