Chapter Twenty-One – I'll Show You Yours If You Show Me Mine
"What are you doing?" April threw a nervous look over his shoulder at Dan.
"What does it look like? I need to make sure you're okay."
"As you can see, I'm completely fine."
"You're wanted by the mafia or something."
"Can you stop it with that? You're the one who told me that guy is that girl's father."
"But you knew his car, right? That's what you said. So he's Sabrina's dad, and also a mobster."
"Look, Jett will be here any minute. I really don't want you two to get into some scuffle. Also, you can't tell Jett anything."
Dan snorted. "Like I'd talk to that guy. April, if strange men in shades want to know who you are, it can be only because of that asshole you're dating."
"You don't know anything," April insisted. "Jett is a good guy, okay?"
"When? When he sleeps?"
Not even, April remembered how Jett had woken him up that morning. "That's his car, see?" He pointed at the approaching vehicle.
"I'll keep an eye out for you."
"You don't have to." April needed to pull Dan out of that equation, or things were bound to get messy. But, come to think of it, Dan could have some uses. "Maybe you could tell your friends to pretend they don't know me if anyone asks about me, like today."
"Done." Dan was still standing too close for comfort.
Jett pulled his car in front of them. April turned toward Dan. "Make sure you call Zane," he said loud enough for Jett to hear as he climbed out of his car.
He offered the most well-behaved smile he could manage to Jett and hurried to him, without one look at Dan. No wonder there, Jett looked over April's shoulder and kept his eyes on Dan, putting on his 'don't mess with me' face.
"I was just telling Dan that he should call Zane."
For a couple of seconds, Jett seemed to be short of hearing and continued to look at Dan. April didn't dare to turn and see how the other boy received that stare-down. He could only hope for the best at this point.
"See you around, April," Dan said to him.
April waved without turning. "Are you ready to go home? Wait, where's Jay?"
Jett pointed at the car, and April looked through the window. Luckily, Jay slept like an angel in his car seat.
He climbed in the back seat and pretended to be busy with watching Jay sleeping until Jett got in front.
"What's the deal with this guy?" Jett asked right away.
They were exchanging glances in the rearview mirror. "Just as I said, I was telling him about Zane. He might call him."
"He looks at you like you're frigging dessert."
"You imagine things. It's nothing like that."
Jett grimaced and turned the car. "I'm telling you like it is, April. That dude still digs you big time."
"Well, that's not my fault, right?"
"Just don't make him believe he has a chance."
"Or what?" April challenged his boyfriend, watching warily the frown etched on Jett's face, reflected by the rearview mirror.
"Or nothing. But you don't want to make Jay cry, right?"
April was quite puzzled at that. "Why would I make Jay cry?"
"And me." Jett threw him a short glance in the mirror. "We would both cry a frigging river if you left." The frown disappeared and turned into a smile.
April slapped Jett's shoulder. "You're such a joker. I'm not leaving you. Not you, not Jay, and not both of you combined. Is that better?"
"A little," Jett offered. "I just don't like him tailing you like that."
"He's not. I think Zane has a fair chance with him. I guess."
"Zane plays the field. So he might keep buzz cut there a bit busy, but not for long."
"Maybe you're wrong. Maybe Zane would like Dan more than he liked others before."
"He'd better," Jett replied and took a sharp turn, making April lean to one side.
"Are you trying to kill us today?"
"I'm dying to get home."
April watched Jett's expression in the mirror and blushed, realizing what was eating his boyfriend. It wasn't Dan, and that was a relief. But it was not like he hadn't thought about it, at least a few dozens of times while he was supposed to focus on algorithms and their meaning in the grand scheme of things.
His current state of mind could be described as a straight line. From A to B, all it took was a ride by car, and with Jett at the wheel like that, the destination was supposed to be soon in sight.
"I need to give Jay something to eat first," April said, hoping his voice wasn't as loaded as it sounded to his ears.
"Done," Jett replied.
"And I should change him."
"Done."
"Really?"
"Really."
"We can't just send him to his room to sleep."
"Hey, who's his dad? I can."
"Don't be cruel."
"That should be my line. Of course, if I talked like an old man." Jett threw April a lopsided grin in the mirror.
"Shut up," April replied.
"You shut up. You're thinking what I'm thinking. Check on the boy as much as you want, but you're mine all afternoon. After, we can go to the park and all that."
April shifted in his place. Jay was deep in the land of dreams, which was surprising seeing what a crazy driver his daddy could be. "After what?" he asked.
Jett's eyes were speaking volumes. April sank into his seat and pretended to watch the scenery. His heart was beating too fast, and his mind couldn't stop playing porn scenarios with them two as the protagonists.
***
"I'm quite surprised you managed with the diaper."
"I read some online tutorials. See, you're not the only nerd in the house."
Nothing spelled 'nerd' in Jett's physique, which April took his time to admire.
"See something you like?" Jett teased him.
April shook his head and pretended to be busy looking at some peeling paint. "Why are we in the basement?"
"So that you don't have to keep your voice down," Jett replied.
April turned his head fast. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jett came close to him, stopping less than an inch from April's computer chair, and making him look up and crane his neck. There was an intensity in his eyes as he raised one hand and caressed April's lips.
"Hmm, is there something you want?" April asked.
"Yeah."
"My ass --" April started.
"Is there something wrong with it?" Jett's concern was genuine.
Of course. April wanted to slap himself. Jett was a sex fiend. Sure thing, he would be concerned over his partner's ass not being able to take it. "Not wrong, per se. But in no shape for a dicking, I think."
Jett's disappointment was palpable. "When will it be?"
"How should I know? I'm new to this, by the way," April said with a small snort. "A couple of days, I suppose."
Jett grimaced. "Did I overdo it?"
"I don't know about that. But, you know, whenever I sit down, I can still feel you."
That was enough to put a smile on Jett's face. "Nice."
"Yeah, sure. If you're you. If you're me, it's a pain in the ass."
Jett laughed. "I could kiss it and make it all better."
"Sure thing, you should kiss it. But no putting anything inside until, you know." April had always thought that whoever he would have sex with, he would have trouble discussing so openly such stuff. Apparently, if it was Jett, words just came quickly.
"It's okay. Let's do a sixty-nine," Jett proposed.
April swallowed. "Wow. And I thought I was off the hook."
Jett caressed his jawline slowly. "Is that what you want? To be off the hook?"
Sometimes, it was okay to admit to what he wanted, April thought to himself. "Not really." He stole a glance at Jett, as the guy still towered over him. "So, where?"
Jett gestured with his head toward the bench press.
"That's a working out I can agree to," April said.
Jett offered him one hand, and April took it. It was weird how he could sense everything, feel the warm touch of Jett's hand, hear their breathing, smell the somewhat stale air. Maybe they could use better ventilation.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Jett said down on the bench press and pulled him into his arms. Upgrading the existing AC was out of April's mind like it had never been there. He straddled Jett and soon their lips were locked into a hungry kiss.
Jett's hands were firm on his ass, kneading his buttocks through the jeans, and April regretted, at least for one moment, that he had said 'no' to anal. But just for one second. He had been right to tell Jett that he could still feel like something was still inside his body. Not that he had any regrets. His body and whatever was happening to it were new to him, but it was a change he could welcome.
His ass was left alone, but the rough squeeze on the back of his neck told him that Jett was in no patience mode. It was fine. After all, it was all he could think of, too, and he hurried to make Jett get rid of his t-shirt.
Jett mimicked his moves, and now they were both naked, chest to chest, and April wondered if he could hear the rhythm of their hearts, beating in synch. From his position, Jett could manipulate April as he wanted, and soon, his lips were traveling down, teasing April's neck, stopping for a second in the hollow point, where they dipped for a small lick.
It looked like Jett had many things figured out. When he took one of April's nipples between his teeth, all was lost. April threw his head back and moaned, quite loudly.
"I knew it," Jett said with satisfaction. "You're loud."
"Shut up." April pushed him away playfully. "And stop biting me."
"No, I won't."
"Why, because you never do what you're told?"
"Nah. Because you like it."
Jett had a point. April just nodded and then gasped as Jett stood up with him into his arms. "Now you're just showing off."
"Actually, I want to do this." Jett put April down, his back to the bench press, and kissed his chest, going down until he reached the fly.
April snickered, as Jett struggled to open it with his teeth, without much success. "Wait. I think I can help."
"In my imagination, it was supposed to be hot," Jett replied but allowed April to pull down the zipper. He buried his head in April's crotch, teasing the fast hardening cock through the fabric of the underpants.
April caressed Jett's hair. "Isn't this supposed to be a sixty-nine?" His voice quivered, as his cock came to its full length under the expert teasing of Jett's mouth.
"Hungry for my cock?" Jett's eyes flickered to him, full of amusement, but fondness, too.
April thought about a smart comeback, but it was hard to be witty and hard at the same time. "Yeah," he whispered.
"Hmm, really? I guess you have to show it to me."
Jett straightened up, and, with lazy moves, he opened his fly, too. April licked his lips as he watched Jett pulling out his one-eyed monster. He instantly snickered. One-eyed monster. He didn't just think that, did he?
"What's so funny?" Jett was rubbing his cock slowly.
April was fascinated by how hard that thing was. "I just called your cock a one-eyed monster. In my head."
A raised eyebrow was the reply.
"Well, it's a monster, that's for sure," April explained, "but the thing with the eye is a bit weird. I mean, I want to stick my tongue in there, and … well, I shouldn't think of it as an eye, right? Maybe a little … mouth?"
Jett shook his head and came closer. He used his cock to paint April's mouth with precum. April opened his mouth, trying to catch the head. All he did was to lick haphazardly as Jett didn't stop moving.
"Dweeb, you really should turn off your head from time to time."
"And you should stop playing. Give me that cock," April said, pretending he was more in charge than he was.
"Hey, it's a sixty-nine, right? So off with the pants."
April was sure he could break some record for the fastest undressing as he hurried to pull down his jeans. Jett was doing the same, getting rid of the rest of the clothes he was wearing.
"I think you should be on top," Jett said matter-of-factly.
April squinted as he watched him. Could it be that Jett was the one more in control? Well, he had more sexual experience, that was for sure. But that didn't mean that April didn't want to compensate and fast.
"Sure." He got to his feet and waited for Jett to lie down. "I should straddle your chest or something," he said as he pondered about the fastest way to find himself face to face with the object of his desire.
"Hop on," Jett said shortly.
April watched Jett's cock, strained, looking as it wanted to burst out of its skin. "That looks a little painful," he joked. He gasped as Jett reached quickly and grabbed his cock. "Look who's the hungry one now."
Jett began moving his hand slowly, thumbing the head from time to time. April looked at him, and their eyes locked.
"All right," he said brightly. "I guess we should get to work."
"Why so fast? I could stay like this for a while," Jett teased him.
"Sure. If you want me to shoot prematurely, go ahead."
Jett removed his hand from his cock fast, and April snickered. But he didn't plan on letting Jett struggle with his unattended erection for too long, so he quickly straddled him.
No wonder there, Jett took things into his hands, literally, as he grabbed April's ass and pulled it close to his face.
April groaned in pure, but unexpected pleasure, as Jett began to lick his ass. "What kind of sixty-nine is this?" he asked.
"You said that I should lick your ass. Any wish of yours, it's what I do."
April cursed softly and leaned to meet Jett's cock head first. Without one more second of hesitation, he took Jett's cock from the base and stuffed as much as he could into his mouth. It was Jett's turn to say a few naughty words as April got to work with determination.
***
April was too good with his mouth, Jett thought. Eh, he wouldn't lose, not to a virgin boy. Well, no longer a virgin since Jett had taken care of that. Damn, just licking April's ass was enough to make his cock unbearably hard. It was good, then, that April had his mouth on it now and was sucking it like he wanted to extract gold from there.
He adjusted April's position and helped himself to the hard cock dangling not far from his eyes. April's tool was long, not too thick, and Jett felt a little challenged. It looked like April wanted to finish the race first, and that wasn't an option. Jett grabbed April's ass to make him descend with his cock into his mouth.
There was a strange satisfaction in having his mouth full like that, while, at the other end, another mouth was working his cock. Whoever had invented sixty-nine must have been a fucking genius. It was awesome to be able to give and take pleasure like that.
April's ass cheeks were flexing, and it looked like he couldn't stop himself from wanting to push more into Jett's mouth. That was why Jett had wanted April on top, besides not wishing to crush him. Like this, it was easier for Jett to gauge April's reactions. These days, that was the most important thing. It wasn't often that Jett found other people indispensable. But April was, and not only because of the hot sex, or his taking care of Jay.
"You know what I'm thinking?" He let go of April's cock. His voice was hoarse, deep.
"How can you be thinking while I'm doing this to you?" April emphasized his words by licking the head of Jett's cock and then taking it into his mouth again.
"When I come, don't swallow." Jett ignored April's teasing on purpose.
"Wow, you expect me to swallow?" April took a break, too, and looked over his shoulder at Jett.
"Yeah. Every time."
April laughed. "But not this time?"
"I'll show you yours if you show me mine," Jett replied.
April made a small sound as if he had conjured that image in his mind. Without another word, he got back to his task at hand.
Jett didn't wait, either. That was an agreement, and he didn't need to hear the words. April's cock in his mouth was amazing, and he wanted it all. It was hell not to push his hips up to meet April's sweet mouth on him, but there was no point in forcing things. They were no porn actors, after all.
He used his hands to tease April's balls and ass, and by how both their breaths grew shallower and desperate, they were both getting there quickly.
Jett allowed himself a little risky move and pushed down April's ass to force more of his cock into his mouth. At the same time, April's mouth on him became a crazy vacuum, and Jett couldn't recall if he had ever felt like this in his entire life.
He would only come in April forever if he could. And he wanted to because there was no way he would find another who could make him feel like that.
The cock in his mouth jerked and released its juice, and Jett collected it carefully, making sure not to swallow. That was enough for his own balls to trigger the release.
Next time, he needed a mirror or something. He wanted to see April with a mouth full of his cock. Or maybe, for the sake of lasting longer, he needed to postpone that idea.
They were both making all kinds of crazy sounds as they shot for long seconds. April moved first, with much difficulty, dragging his body down Jett. He managed to get to his feet, and then turned toward Jett, with a funny expression on his face.
Jett couldn't talk, so he just questioned with his eyes. April just stuck out his tongue, showing him just what he wanted to see. He did the same, sticking out his tongue playfully. The look in April's eyes was a bit wild. Jett just watched him as he closed the small distance between them and then pressed their mouths into a dirty kiss.
He grunted as April pushed his tongue inside. It was easy to grab him and get the upper hand, but, instead, Jett chose to lie there and let April have that.
When April withdrew, Jett said nothing. The wildness in the green eyes was appeased, leaving room for the usual playfulness.
"For the record, that was sick," April said, his mouth stretched into a broad grin.
"Sick? So you do know how not to talk like an old man?"
April slapped his chest playfully and then climbed on top of him. Resting his chin on the back of his hands, he looked at Jett. "I know words, my dude."
"Yeah? And what else?" Jett placed a possessive hand on April's ass.
"Hmm, what else I know? The list is long."
"And you just added cocksucking to it."
April's eyes closed lazily, and Jett could see a bit of red coloring the height of his cheeks.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed or something."
"I'm not!" April protested, but he was blushing more now.
"You are! You so totally are!"
"Well, not everyone has the kind of experience under his belt like you."
"And what experience is that? I haven't fucked any dudes before."
April smiled. "Are you a born again virgin or something?"
Jett laughed out loud. "Born again virgin? Is that a thing?"
April blinked. "Hmm, maybe. That's what you're saying, right?"
"What? You mad 'cause you're my first dude?"
"Your first?"
The question was loaded. "And last."
"Ah, so, after this, you're going back to chasing girls?"
"There is no 'after this'." Jett couldn't believe he had let that out.
April's eyes grew wide. "Hmm, are you saying that --" The monitor bracelet on the desk beeped, and April stood up fast. "Duty calls. Jay is up."
Saved by the bell, it seemed. Jett exhaled. If April had asked him, point-blank, he couldn't have denied it. So he needed to buy Jay a beer or more once he got old enough to drink.
***
Had Jett been close to a confession? April felt a bit like an asshole for running away like that. It was true that Jay wasn't a pretext, but that had come at the right and wrong moment at the same time.
If Jett said those words, April would have to tell him the truth about Theo and all that. And it felt like he couldn't do that. Not without knowing all the truth about that summer, not without knowing why Jett had acted like that after they had been the closest two people on the face of the earth.
Any outsider could have said that April was reading too much into things, that he was childish to believe that their bonding that time could have meant that much. They were children; it was just normal to feel like that toward someone who shared the same pain, without false pity and expectations.
The thing was: he had been the only one to feel like that. Jett had turned his back on him. And he had said it, clear as day. Theo didn't matter. He was just someone Jett had used to hate if April were to read the writing on the wall.
But how could he feel that, the same oneness experienced that long time ago while living a lie? April knew that he had to call his dad and ask for advice. But he already knew what his dad would say; he would tell him to tell the truth, to be brave, and prepared to face the consequences.
April wasn't sure he was prepared for any of it. For now, there was no need for confessions, from either part. He would have to take his time and figure out how he could make himself able to tell the love of his life that he had been the same boy from so long ago who had held his hand and thought it would be okay to kiss him. How to make himself able to prepare for Jett not wanting to have anything to do with him over something like that.
He stood next to Jay's crib and played with one of the squeaky toys the boy liked best. Jay moved his little arms, trying to reach the toy. "And there's also you I should think about, right?"
"So, you guys are ready for the park?" Jett called from behind.
April jumped. "Do you always have to move like a tiger in the jungle?"
Jett growled playfully. "I'm not that silent."
He only wore a pair of jeans, not bothered with putting on a shirt. April inhaled Jett's now familiar scent. Jett came closer and embraced him.
"We're not getting all romantic now, right?" April said although he embraced Jett back.
"Why not?" Jett asked and kept him close.
"We're guys. Right? None of the things you do with girls then." April needed to keep his head screwed on right until he could safely blurt out what he wanted to say.
"Is there a manual I could learn from?" Jett asked, without letting go.
"I don't think so. But, I'd say, since we're both dudes, we should be all cool and stuff."
"Cool. Sure." Jett let go of him. "Make sure to be down in five, then, or I leave without you two."
"Five?" April asked, alarmed.
"We're dudes." Jett shrugged. "So you don't need to put on makeup, and I don't need to stare at my closet for half an hour to choose how to dress. You said it. Bro."
Bro? April wanted to smack his forehead. Well, he had told Jett to avoid any romantic stuff. But seriously, bro?
***
He knew it had been way too early. Jett wanted to throw a punch at himself. Of course, April acted like he was old-fashioned and had read romance books, but it wasn't like he could have fallen in love with him in just two weeks.
So they needed to wait. Well, since they were bound to fuck like crazy in the meantime, he could live with that. Also, he needed to keep his trap shut. There was no way April wouldn't laugh if he told him that he reminded Jett of someone he had used to love for years.
There was no way he could explain to April what had happened to him that summer, not without opening a door he needed to keep shut. No one but Theo in the whole world could understand that. But Theo wasn't there, and April was, and Jett loved him, not a ghost of the past.
So the door had to remain shut. And Jett would have to time any stupid confession. Or, as he had thought before, he could just let April say the words first.
TBC