Chapter Twenty-Two – Between Bros
Something was off, Jett could tell, as he stole a glance at April. Maybe the dweeb had been put off, like seriously put off, by Jett's almost confession. That was all the more reason to keep his mouth completely shut; while April boasted about being all about meeting the right one and all that, there were no guarantees that Jett was that for him.
Therefore, he needed to chill, keep the distance, and play it cool. Not an easy thing to do, Jett thought, as he watched April playing with Jay. Yeah, the problem was, as usual, that he had a type, and he had had a type since thirteen.
Thanks, Theo, for ruining everything. If he were honest, things weren't so bad. For a virgin, April surely was open to everything sexual that crossed their minds. The earlier afternoon was proof enough for that.
Usually, Jett would have no reason to complain whatsoever. But it pissed him off that April seemed to get lost in thought now and then, forgetting to answer a question, or failing to hear him altogether.
The dweeb was preoccupied with something, and Jett hoped that it wasn't that April was thinking about how to let him down or something.
Yeah, he needed to make it sure that nothing like that happened. One way was to show April that he wasn't some wuss getting all head over heels after they fucked a few times.
"What?"
April's question took him by surprise. "What?" he asked right away.
"You're staring at me like I'm your biggest enemy or something. Is it about work? Are you worried about something? You know, people who get their bones broken might hold a grudge. All that negative energy can take a toll on you."
Jett threw a small squeaky toy at April. "I'm not stressed about my," he made the quotation sign, "work."
"What's bothering you, then?"
"Since when you're my wife? Stop pestering me. A dude should have his time to think about stuff."
"Okay." April waved in surrender. "Far from me to consider myself," he also did the quotation sign, "your wife."
"Good. 'Cause we're both dudes, and no one's the wife."
"Yeah," April agreed. "Nobody's the wife."
"Although you're cuter in an apron."
The squeaky toy smacked Jett right in the face. Jay laughed and clapped his hands, most probably pleased with the little dispute between his parents.
"I had a feeling something was holding me down. I had no idea it was you," April joked.
"Yeah, it was me all along."
Jett moved slowly and then pounced. April yelped as Jett pressed him down into the blanket and kept him there, growling. Jay began growling, too, which prompted April to burst into laughter. He didn't manage to laugh for long as Jay stumbled toward him and threw himself all over April's face.
Jett picked the boy like a mother cat would pick a kitten to get him off April. On cue, Jay started crying.
"Why are you making the baby cry?" April scolded him right away.
"He was suffocating you. Also, he could injure himself or something."
April took Jay into his arms to baby him. Jett shook his head. He could swear even through his tears, Jay was looking at him with triumph written all over his small face.
"This kid is bad," Jett said, pointing at Jay.
"How can you say such a thing? He's an angel," April said.
Jay's bottom lip was still quivering.
"If you always take his side, you'll spoil him. Give him to me for some man-on-man talk."
"No way." April held Jay away.
Jett frowned. "You two are getting on my nerves big time today."
"Really? I didn't know you were so sensitive. Okay." April murmured something to Jay. "Now, let's hold your daddy a little because he's acting like a bear that caught a spin in his paw."
Jett didn't manage to protest as April, together with Jay, pushed him down, and landed on top of him. Jay had already forgotten he had cried until moments earlier. He was now giggling along with April, and Jett put his arms around them both.
"Are you hugging us?" April asked, a small challenge in his pretty eyes.
"Yeah. It's a bear hug. Any moment now, I'm going to crush you." Jett growled again, and Jay imitated him right away.
"So, I'll be living from now on with a pack of animals."
"You reap what you sow, dweeb. And hey, do you need any more proof that this little fellow is mine? Look how easy he takes after me."
"I can see that. It will be a lot of trouble to wean him off your bad habits. But I will do it, nonetheless."
"My bad habits? What, you don't like me now?"
Jett had tried to make the question casual, but now he waited for the answer with his breath held.
"Of course, I like you. I have no idea why you would say such things. Jay," April said to the baby, "let's give your daddy a kiss."
Jett laughed as Jay put his small arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. And he let out a deep breath when April kissed him on the other.
***
What the hell could that man in shades want with him? April was eating his fingernails raw, and it wasn't only that trouble that was on his mind now. Even since that near confession, Jett had behaved strangely. Maybe he didn't mean it, and now, he had no idea how to take it back.
April wanted to believe Jett did have such strong feelings toward him. But in all truth, ever since their little reunion – something Jett had no idea of – only a couple of weeks had passed, and anyone in their right mind would have said that they couldn't fall in love.
For April, the situation was different, and also painfully clear. He had always been in love with Jett, so he had the advantage, or better said, the disadvantage of continuity. Nothing like that happened to Jett. For him, everything was new, and probably he had just let himself a bit taken by the flow.
Still, that whole 'bro' thing was annoying. April had no intention until he figured out how to tell Jett everything, to let their relationship evolve into some 'friends with benefits' thing. So there were a few things he needed to make clear.
At the same time, he was still debating how to go about finding out what the hell that man wanted with him. Tomorrow, at school, he would try to get close to Sabrina and see if she knew who April Summer, aka he, was. He betted that she didn't. That made things a bit clear, yet a bit complicated at the same time. It meant that either the guy didn't want to get his daughter involved in whatever he wanted with April or that he had already asked her, and she had told him she didn't know April at all.
That was very little to work with, as far as sleuthing went. Could it be that the Z brothers considered he still had some unfinished business with them? But that didn't make sense. Except for his gut instinct telling him the man in shades had to be dangerous and that he had seen that car before, April didn't have anything to justify his reaction.
That man couldn't work for the Z brothers. His car was too expensive, and he dressed way too well to be in that line of work, at least as a grunt. But he probably had a connection with those loan sharks, and that made April feel unease.
"Great," he murmured under his breath. He was quick to judge others when he had been an idiot to borrow money from those people.
Maybe he could ask Jett, casually, if his debt had been paid in full for real. It could be a start, although he doubted that Jett hadn't taken care of that.
No, April thought and gave up on the idea. Sabrina's dad, whoever he was, had to have some strange business with him, and the connection to the Z brothers could be merely coincidental.
The thing was, he trusted his gut. And his gut was telling him that man was bad news. In the meantime, he also needed to figure out what was wrong with Jett and that without triggering any confessions that were much desired and much to be avoided at the same time.
"Hey, April," Jett called from behind. "You done?"
April turned and looked at his boyfriend. "Yeah. Ready to go to sleep?"
"Sure," Jett replied with a shrug.
Was he imagining things, or Jett was trying a bit too hard to appear nonchalant? Maybe it was his imagination. Jett slung one arm over his shoulders, and together, they walked up the stairs.
The moment they were inside their shared bedroom, April knew something had to be off. Jett undressed quickly and got into bed, without one look at him.
"All right. This is weird," he said out loud.
Jett stared at him, from under the blanket which he had pulled to his chin. "What?"
"You."
Jett quirked an eyebrow like he had no idea what April was talking about.
"Look, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm not your bro."
The blanket was pushed lower, and April sighed at the sight of Jett's naked chest. In turn, Jett knew well what he was doing because he raised his arms, crossing them over his head and making his pecs flex.
April licked his lips. "Definitely not your bro," he whispered.
"Then what?"
"Your, um, lover?"
Jett snorted. "You make it sound like something from an old book."
"You're right," April said brightly. "What was I thinking?"
"Come 'ere," Jett said.
April climbed on the bed, making sure to straddle Jett. "Am I close enough?"
Jett made a small gesture for him to move closer. April shuffled his knees, pretending to be playful. There was no need for that. Jett reached for him and pulled him by the back of his head. Automatically, April closed his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting for the kiss that usually followed when Jett did that.
When nothing happened, April opened one eye, and then both. Jett was staring at him, and the look in his eyes was intense.
"What do you want, April?"
April swallowed hard. "I was expecting a kiss," he said matter-of-factly.
"A kiss like between bros?"
April huffed. "I'm telling you. I'm not your bro, and I don't intend to be."
"So, we're not friends?"
"I'm not saying that!"
"You're messing with my head, dweeb."
April exhaled. "Look, it's all new. Truth be told, I have no idea how to behave. Sure, I've read some relationship advice. And I've also watched porn. A lot. But that doesn't mean I know ... You know. About stuff like this."
Jett grinned. "You've watched a lot of porn? And now you're saying it?"
"What can I say? I'm bad like that."
"You're not bad." Jett now brought their lips together and kissed April softly. "You're good."
"Mmm," April played along, "really?"
"Really."
"You're good, too. Too good," April said under his breath, as Jett kissed him gently again.
"What's that?"
"I'm not saying."
"You better."
Jett used his superior power to turn April with the back on the mattress and him on top. Unfortunately, there was still the blanket and April's clothes between them.
"Or what?��� April challenged Jett.
"I'll think of something."
April helped Jett in his frustrating struggle to get the blanket away. He gasped when Jett hiked his t-shirt up and began teasing his nipples. His hands were frantic when he pushed down his jeans, something Jett didn't help with because he was too busy to try to reach inside April's underwear.
"April, you're killing me."
"I'm sure whatever is happening right now, it has nothing to do with killing."
Jett grabbed one of April's hands and pushed it to his cock. "I think all the blood that should be in my head is here instead. Who knows what might happen if it stays like this for too long?"
"Let's not risk it, then."
Finally, he was out of his jeans and free to turn the tables on Jett a little. Jett didn't protest as April wrapped one leg around him and then pushed him so that he could be the one on top.
Jett massaged his ass, something easy to do from that position. "Ah, damn it, I wish I could fuck you."
April caught one of Jett's nipples and pulled hard, earning a small hiss, which could be interpreted as discomfort, but also as pleasure. "You know, there is something we can do."
Jett grinned. "Do you want another sixty-nine?"
April bit his bottom lip. Proposing what he truly wanted would be tricky, so a direct approach was better. "Actually," his voice dropped lower, "I was thinking that I could, you know, do the fucking." He kissed Jett quickly to stop him from refusing point-blank.
Jett was surprised as his mouth remained immobile for a couple of seconds as April kissed him. Well, maybe that was enough time for Jett to consider it, at least.
Eventually, April had to interrupt the kiss and learn the answer. Jett's eyes were dark as they looked at each other. He held his breath. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe Jett didn't think, for a moment, that he could be in that position. Maybe it was all a bad idea.
"Okay."
The single word had been spoken so softly April wasn't sure he had heard it. "Are you sure?"
"Stop looking at me like you've seen the light or something. And get to work already before I change my mind."
April straightened up, a bit panicked now. He hadn't expected a positive answer.
"How do you want me to sit?" Jett asked.
The darkness in his eyes was burning now. April had the vague sensation that he was dealing with something dangerous, but he felt like an adventurer ready to delve into uncharted waters, heart, and soul.
"Maybe you could turn," he said quietly.
"Okay. Could you move a little, though?"
April tripped on his members as he tried to move away. Jett laughed, unnerving him further.
He allowed himself to admire the perfect curve of Jett's muscular back. As his eyes traveled lower, he realized what he was getting himself into. But now was no time for hesitations. With a steady hand, he grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Jett, making him lift his perfect ass in the air.
"This is, wow," he barely managed.
He cleared his throat and coughed.
"Dweeb, don't tell me my ass is leaving you speechless." Jett laughed and looked over his shoulder.
"Shut up," April mumbled. "I'm going to lick your ass," he announced, in a more solemn tone than he intended.
"Good. What are you waiting for?" Jett teased him.
April put himself in position. He fondled Jett's ass for a while, willing the beating of his heart to calm down. By how Jett's breath was deepening, he wasn't the only guy in the room a bit unnerved by the situation.
Well, he was the only one responsible for his predicament. Now was the chance to go beyond his dreams. Given the lack of experience and the conviction that porn movies couldn't be considered a good starting point for what could be doable in real life, he had not quite clearly envisioned what topping a sexy guy would entail.
Now, it was the moment for some hands-on experience. And it wasn't only that. If he only thought of the idea that he would top Jett, of all people, it was enough to feel his cock experiencing seizures or something of the kind.
No, he needed to calm down. Yes, that was the man he loved, sprawled, and surrendered in front of him, waiting for April to have the most intimate type of sex possible with him. But he needed to remain calm if he didn't want to make a total fool of himself.
April inhaled and then delved with his tongue between Jett's buttocks.
"Oh, fuck!"
Jett's shout made him raise his head. "What? What's wrong?"
"Do it again," Jett said curtly.
April smiled and now put his tongue as far in as he could. Dirty words began pouring from Jett's mouth, a reward in themselves for a job well done. And what a job that was. April was sure the rimming was among the best things ever since Jett had done it to him, but sensing the other's pleasure, the soft quiver in that strong body made him feel invincible.
Jett was breathing hard when April finally let him be. Now he needed to make that tight entrance a bit looser, right? April couldn't deny that his hands were trembling when he finally found the lube and got back on the bed.
"Wow, April, that was like, awesome," Jett praised him.
"Keep that thought," April replied as he coated his cock with enough lube for three, most probably.
Jett became suddenly quiet when April touched his hole with lubed fingers. How could he tell Jett how amazing that felt? Words weren't enough. That moment, April realized. He wanted Jett to feel everything he had felt; he wanted their experiences to be the same, to bring them closer.
The truth would have to come to light. But, for now, April wanted with so much intensity that physical closeness that he was sure he would die if he didn't get inside Jett and soon. But he couldn't hurry. Jett's ass was tight, promising later pleasure like no other, and April made small, labored sounds, as he struggled, using the other hand, to stop his cock from coming just by thinking of how it would feel to fuck that perfect behind.
"I think that, maybe ... C'mon, April. Do it, or I might jump up and run," Jett complained, springing him into action.
No, he wouldn't be denied that, April thought, and he pushed against the tight entrance that offered back heat and opposition. It wouldn't be easy, but giving up now would make him the perfect coward.
"Are you playing, or are you going to fuck me?"
There was sweat gathering at the small of Jett's back, but his words were valiant. April had to give it to Jett. Of them two, Jett was the braver one, in all ways. April promised himself inwardly that he would find a way to tell everything.
For now, happiness was within reach. He steadied his trembling hands on Jett's hips and began pushing slowly inside. Could it be that Jett had felt the same during their first time? He didn't have the energy left to ask. Everything, down to the last cell in his body, was focused on penetrating Jett's ass, getting inside him, enjoying the tightness and the squeeze.
"Oh, oh, oh." He couldn't say any other words, as his vocabulary now belonged to a different species, one that didn't customarily use language.
"Fuck," Jett said through moans and grunts. "Did your cock grow overnight or something?"
"Stop joking," April whispered as he struggled to find a rhythm while trying to convince himself he wouldn't shoot so fast, even if it was his first time, and it was Jett there, and he was having sex with the one he had always wanted.
April covered Jett's back with his body. He licked Jett's neck, hoping that was enough of an apology for the pain he was inevitably causing. The immediate response from Jett was a buck of the hips into him, causing more friction.
"Jett, your ass is so good ... You are so good; I can't, I can't ..."
April knew the battle was lost. He grabbed Jett by the shoulders, pumping into him, ashamed that he was so fast and that he didn't even manage to care about his partner's pleasure.
His release, the first of that kind, shortcircuited his brain. He collapsed and then slid down, away from Jett. He covered his face, too overwhelmed with everything.
"Ha-ha, dweeb, you came so fast," Jett teased him.
"Do you have to rub it in?" April protested meekly. "It's only because of you. I hadn't expected you to say 'yes', and then your ass squeezed me so good, and then I --"
Jett laughed. "Well, it wasn't all that bad."
April let his arms drop and stared at Jett. He looked relieved. "Oh, are you trying to say that, um, you didn't hate it?"
Jett moved and landed on top of April. "It's still better when I fuck you. But actually, my ass doesn't feel that bad."
April snuck his arms around Jett and began playing with his crack. He sighed in satisfaction as he felt the cum squeezed out of Jett's ass. "This is mine. I came in you. Wow, so I'm not a virgin anymore. In all ways."
"Well, you know how it is between bros," Jett joked.
April stuck his fingers inside Jett's ass. "Shut up. If that's how it is between bros, you're not allowed to see Zane anymore."
"Zane is not my bro."
"Oh, really?"
"He's never been this close to me like you are now."
April closed his eyes, to hide what Jett's words did to him. "Has anyone ever been?"
"How can you ask that? Couldn't you tell my ass was a complete virgin?"
April snickered. "I could. I think ballistic tests could prove now that my cock was in your ass."
Jett frowned for a second and then relaxed. "Always a dweeb. But I like you this way."
"I'm glad. Because I can't be anyone else."
"I wouldn't want you to be anyone else, either."
"Are we getting emotional now?"
"No. But I'm hard. So, you know, you still have a job to do."
April nodded and kissed Jett deeply. "You know, there is just one emotional thing I have to say. And then I'll shut up and suck your cock. You're terrific, Jett. I wouldn't be with anyone else. So no more 'bro' stuff, okay? We're more than that."
"Ah, damn. And I had so many jokes up my sleeve about bros and all that."
"Sorry for ruining that for you."
"Can we get from emotional to physical already?"
"Sure." April nodded enthusiastically.
***
April was busy at work between his legs, sucking his cock with enthusiasm, and Jett felt like he was on cloud nine. It wasn't only because April was getting better and better at that. Jett had been happy about going through the ass fucking without complaining.
Actually, not only that it hadn't been as bad as he had expected, but it had been pretty good. There was no time right now to deal with that, and he would be sure to tease the hell out of April to make him do it again.
The cause of his happiness was different, and, strangely enough, it wasn't directly related to how April's lips and tongue treated his cock. April didn't want them to be some weird friends with benefits. He wanted more, and, for the moment, Jett was happy with that. They had time to grow into something else. And, since he was also new to all that feelings stuff, he was glad April wanted to take his time.
They would get there. Jett caressed April's spiky hair. Now the hair dye was there to stay. But he would like to see him with his natural hair color after that stuff with the Z brothers would get solved.
For now, he could enjoy April's mouth. And he would enjoy his company, and every day kisses and slowly falling in love.
Everyone, from Zane to the last of his girlfriends, would laugh so hard. That wasn't, however, Jett's last coherent thought as he came in April's mouth. He didn't think anything at all.
TBC