The Wall and Goat Ch. 13bysexuscumlupus©
Ch13 - Third Person
Maxie's body thrummed with the force of his desire, his blood beating a pulse that hurt his brain, made him think with his cock. Jesse stood next to the bed, toying with the buttons of his shirt and Maxie wanted nothing more than to rip the garment from him, drink in that smooth rose and gold body, taste every inch.
Jesse trembled as Maxie approached him, his fingers unable to manage the little pearl buttons of his shirt. His was a mix of lust and longing, fear and shame. What if after all this, it was bad? Maxie's breath was hot against his neck, the sensation running up and down his spine like lightning. Big fingers brushed Jesse's hands away, starting to peel the cloth from him.
"Jes..." Jesse loved the way Maxie said his name, like it was holy, "We don't have to y'know. Not if you don't want to." Jesse's blue eyes snapped up to trap Maxie in his gaze and the bigger boy froze. Jesse pushed himself out of his shirt and ran his hands up under Maxie's own clothes, loving the deep rounded ridges of his muscles.
"Look at me. Do I look like I don't want it?" Maxie didn't need telling twice. He kissed Jesse, hard and fast, breaking contact only to rip his own shirt off over his head. The muscles of his shoulders rolled in the soft light from the kitchenette. They shuffled back until Jesse's calves pressed against the bed and fell backwards.
Lips brushed and touched. Bruised. A whirlwind of bliss made by teeth and tongues. Jesse's heart thudded in time with Maxie's, their breath was short and loud, the air was damp and warm. Maxie was heavy on Jesse's chest, their skin pressed together, cocoa brown and pale blush pink. Maxie ground himself into Jesse's crotch and swallowed the moan the over boy produced. When Jesse Ran his fingers through the textured mass of Maxie's hair the other boy half growled against his skin. Maxie pulled away long enough to stare at Jesse, the soft parting of his lips, the deep and tempting shadows. His eyes were bright and hard and wanting.
Maxie leant back, sat up, his knees either side of Jesse's hips, and tugged at the fly of his trousers, the belt that made his fingers itch. Jesse's stomach muscles danced and jumped in the most fascinating way. Jesse couldn't wait to be free of the fabric, pushed Maxie out of the way, rolled his boxers down along with his clothes and kicked them off to free his legs. He pulled Maxie back to him and rolled on the big bed until the young Turk was pinned beneath him. Maxie half chuckled, started to speak but Jesse drowned him in kisses, nipping at his throat and ear, until Maxie groaned loud and held him away, big hands wrapped around his shoulders.
"If you keep doing that I'm gonna be finished afore we even get started." Maxie's eyes were blown, pupils dilated to show only a ring of toffee brown around the edge. The hands that held Jesse at bay shook with the effort not to pull him close again. "Slow down yeah?"
It was hard to sit up again, to not pull every inch of their bodies together and keep going like they had on the dance floor. Maxie distracted himself by downing the huge glass of water he'd brought in, and then his kiss was oddly cold on Jesse's skin. Now they weren't frantic Jesse started feeling nervous. He didn't know what to do with his hands, his cock ached, almost painfully hard, and he wanted the taste of Maxie's salt sweet skin again. Jesse pulled the covers from the bed, just for something to do, then sat with his back pressed against the pillows, wine coloured sheets bunched around his hips. Maxie stopped at the foot of the bed and stared.
Jesse looked like a god to him, a statue carved from marble, a perfect image seared into his mind. His exhalation was long and low as he stepped forwards, reached out and crawled up the length of Jesse's legs, never taking his eyes from Jesse's own.
"You're beautiful." Maxie's words were short of breath, full of emphasis and it made Jesse's heart swell when he heard them. Maxie's hand was hot through the fabric of the sheets, pressing against his erection. "I want to taste you."
Jesse swallowed loudly, his breath came hard, and four quick images flashed through his brain. Maxie's lips, that soft smile; being hit round the head in the Hyde Park gents; Maxie on his knees, looking scared; Maxie in the coppice trees at the paddocks, telling him everything would be OK, holding him and trusting him. Jesse nodded, it took all his strength.
Maxie peeled back the sheets and drank in the sight of Jesse's member. Pink and blush and straight. Perfect. He sneaked a lick at the head, Jesse gasped and Maxie decided that like most things in life, it was best dive right in. He took as much of Jesse into his mouth as he could and matched Jesse's moan of pleasure with one of his own. Jesse's hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, wanting, guiding, confused and needing to grip something. Jesse tasted fabulous in his mouth, hotter than hell, smoother than velvet, good as oxygen. Jesse groaned, all his muscles rigid with pleasure and sensation. Maxie's mouth was better than anything he'd ever known, the care and attention, the tender work of tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth. He felt flushed, his skin hot to his own touch and sudden tightness made his fingers grip al the tighter until he had to haul Maxie bodily off of him.
"Oh good god," Jesse pinned him back on the bed, the only part of his conscious free thinking mind deeply glad that the bed was so massive, "That's amazing."
"Why'd you stop me?" Maxie's voice was mostly a groan, his fingers tattooing waves across Jesse's spine.
"Returning the favour." Jesse grinned, emboldened by the lust mixed with almost panic that flashed across Maxie's face. He kissed Maxie's throat, travelled south; stopped at a nipple, darker brown on the deep toned skin; sucked until Maxie panted high a desperate, grinned and moved on; kissing down over ribs and abs, stomach muscles taut and defined, skin sweet and sweat soaked; the trail of sparse black hairs that lead down to Maxie's crotch fascinated him, licking and kissing; Maxie's hands hovering on his shoulders, not forcing; Maxie's cock was thicker than his own, darker than his skin and all at once soft and hard and deeply fascinating. Jesse wrapped his hand around the base like he enjoyed with himself, then touched his lips to the slit at the top. Maxie oozed sticky pre-cum, the taste was not bad, just odd and Jesse licked him. Maxie gasped and groaned as Jesse continued his oh-so-innocent ministrations.
Jesse felt Maxie harden ever more beneath him and stopped. Maxie groaned at the cold air against his flushed skin as Jesse released him from the heat of his mouth. Maxie looked like a lost man,dazed and lust-drunk.
"Holy..." he didn't finish the sentence, all his carefully put together words had vanished, flown away back to the pages of books and into poems. There were no words to describe what he felt. Maxie leant up on his elbows, Jesse came to lie against him and all the words he wanted to say, all the things he needed to tell Jesse were exchanged in a kiss.
"I know." Jesse's own ice blue eyes were wide in the half dark, his washboard chest heaving with the effort of staying conscious, but he'd never felt more awake and alive in his life. Maxie ran a hand over his face and Jesse swore he could feel the smooth roughness of their wall. He tapped on Maxie's chest. "The flesh of the peach," he half quotes, using words that Maxie knew as well as he did and better, "Follow me back with the sun?"
"Yes," Maxie divined the meaning behind the words, felt the insistence behind Jesse's hands and rolled them both over. Jesse lay with his shoulders pillow on the headboard, Maxie straddling his waist. Jesse's strong fingers dug into the rounded muscles of Maxie's thighs, legs shaped by all the recent running. He knew what he wanted. Clarity snapped across his vision.
Maxie leant forwards and chuckled, and Jesse's hands found the mounds of his butt and squeezed. Maxie growled in his ear, nipped at his neck, and began to fumble in the drawer of the bedside cabinet for something. Jesse stopped as a bottle of lube a silver foil packet arrived in his vision. An involuntary shudder pulsed through him, chillinh is flesh and Maxie saw the worry in his eyes.
"Hey, it's going to be OK. We can stop." It was the last thing Maxie wanted, but what Jesse wanted came first.
"No. I want..." Jesse gnashed his teeth and look dead at Maxie, "I want to. Can I? I want to..." Jesse fought to get out words that sounded harsh and wrong in his head and failed.
"You can fuck me." Maxie tried not to sound too excited by the prospect, "I want you Jes." Maxie sat back on his heels, wishing he knew slightly more about what he was doing, the internet could only ever be so much help. Jesse looked half petrified, half like a predator. Maxie wrapped a strong hand around his cock, forcing all his attention there, then rolled the condom on with one hand. Jesse dug his fingers into the mattress and fought to hold onto his self-control. Lube on Maxie's fingers looked weirdly inviting, lube on his cock, then Maxie placed a big hand on his chest and forced him to wait.
The sight of Maxie pushing slicked fingers into himself was the most awe-inspiring thing Jesse had ever imagined, let alone seen. It was not with his own volition that he began to pull Maxie towards him. Maxie groaned and shuddered on his own hand, familiar fingers stretching his entrance. Even though he knew that it was going to hurt, he rushed the process, wanting to be as close to Jesse as was physically possible as quickly as he could. Jesse kissed him, hands resting gently on hips, and as they broke apart he whispered the words his heart had held for months.
"I love you."
Maxie's pupils dilated even more, his breath stopped and he exhaled as he lowered himself down onto Jesse's cock.
And holy cow it was so much better than jerking off, and there was no way anything could feel so hot and tight and absolutely perfect. There was no way I could last in such a mass of pulsing heat, Maxie living and breathing and clenching around me, all his muscles tight and wanting, grabbing and pushing until I though the power of the sensation was going to kill me before I had a chance to tell Maxie how fucking amazing he felt. Then I managed to pull myself together enough to move inside him, and his half cry of pleasure racketed through my brain like a pinball machine.
Fucking hell it hurt. Hurt and burned like some kind of fire inside my skin, Jesse burned so bright I could hardly look at him. The pain was overwhelming, unbearable, I couldn't stand it. And then I suddenly could. I adjusted, made room, and then all there was to feel was Jesse inside me, deep inside me, and that flooded through me as another wave of heat that came with a totally different feeling. It didn't burn, it tingled up my skin, electricity snapping nerves to synapses until I was dizzy and Jesse's blue eyes burned into me. Then he shifted inside me and I dug into his skin with my fingers
The boys moved against each other in a slow motion rhythm that was all at once not enough by far and too much all at once. Maxie's cries rent the air and Jesse groaned a rumble like a lion. They clutched at each other, contrast of skin and hands, fingers digging, lips kissing, teeth biting. It was all they could both do to hold on, to hold tight to each other as their rocking took on a finality that came all too soon.
Maxie screamed when he came, every nerve raw, his teeth pressed into Jesse's shoulder hard enough to leave marks. His emission splattered against them both, muscles taut with the effort and lust. Jesse felt Maxie's muscles pulse and grip around him and was driven over the edge in his own haze, fingers digging into Maxie's back and hips as he filled the rubber with his hot seed.
They came down by small degrees, both panting, toffee brown eyes and sea ice blue staring each other down as they traded hot damp air back and forth, gulping instead of breathing. Maxie was the first to speak.
"I never knew I needed you. I love you."
Jesse responded by kissing him with a passion that blew both their minds wide open.