The Way You Say My Name Ch. 12

Jamie wrapped his right arm around Dillon’s neck and slid his left hand down Dillon’s side. When he got close to his target, though, Dillon stopped him. “Not yet, baby.”

“I want to touch you.”

“I want that, too.” Dillon kissed each one of Jamie’s eyelids. “But you’re assuming I’m done with you, and I’m not. Not by a long shot.”

“Will you make love to me?”

“When you’re ready.”

Jamie was confused. How much readier could he be? “I told you, Dillon. I want this. I’m ready, now.”

Dillon shook his head and, kissing Jamie one last time, pushed himself into a sitting position. “You’re not ready yet, but if I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna be.” And before Jamie could ask what he meant, Dillon put one hand on each of Jamie’s legs and spread them as wide as he could comfortably get them to go. While Jamie watched in amazement, Dillon got into position, his head level with his target, and once again used his tongue to work magic on Jamie’s body. Only this time, Jamie’s entrance was Dillon’s goal.

Jamie would have sworn he didn’t have another erection anywhere in his near future, but the minute he felt Dillon’s tongue circling his opening, Jamie could feel himself getting hard again. As much as Jamie enjoyed the painful pleasure Dillon was causing, though, he yearned to tell Dillon to come back, to make love to him. To make Jamie his. Before Jamie could get the words out, though, Dillon moistened one finger and slipped it inside.

God, it felt so good. As Dillon stretched him using first one finger, then two, Jamie did his best to talk, to tell Dillon he didn’t want to wait any longer. The best he could get out was a squeak somewhere in the vicinity of Dillon’s name. That was when Dillon added the third finger, and touched a spot deep inside of Jamie that made stars dance before his eyes.

Putting his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, Jamie said, “Dillon, please, I need you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Dillon came back up, his hands shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you sure about this, Jamie? Once I get started, I don’t know if I can stop.”

Jamie shook his head. “Don’t stop. I don’t want you to. But I’m dying here, Dillon. Please, come inside me.”

Dillon nodded. “Not without lube, though. Where did we put that stuff Megan sent?”

Jamie pointed towards the table. “I think I tossed it over there somewhere.”

Dillon shimmied out of his boxer briefs, sending them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. When he was done, he leaned across the bed and reached for the tube. He must have gotten a good look at it, because his whole body went still.

Jamie looked up at him through a haze of need. A need made even worse by the sight of Dillon in all his glory. But Dillon still wasn’t moving. “What’s the matter?”

“Uh, Jamie? I don’t think I can use this.”

“Why not? All you have to do is flip the cap. It may be a little cold--”

Dillon shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s just that this isn’t exactly the right kind of lube.”

Jamie sat up. “What are you talking about?”

Dillon handed him the tube. Jamie laughed out loud when he read the name of the product. Vagi-Slick Feminine Intimate Moisturizing Cream. Megan had one sick sense of humor. No wonder he loved that girl so much.

Jamie wrapped his arms around Dillon’s neck and pulled him back down. “Dillon, I wouldn’t care at this point if you used Turtle Wax. I need you.”

Dillon was so ready himself, it wasn’t really a hard sell. Popping the cap and squeezing a dollop into his hand, Dillon warmed it between his fingers and spread an ample amount around Jamie’s entryway. He then turned his attentions on himself, hesitating just long enough to say, “I’m gonna do it, but if my dick falls off and I grow boobs from using this stuff, you sure as hell better love me, anyway.”

Jamie panted out, “I will. I swear to God I will. Now come on, please.”

Dillon complied, slicking himself up and crawling between Jamie’s legs. “I want to make love like this--face to face--so I can see your eyes. Is that all right?”

It was more than all right. It was exactly what Jamie had been dreaming of since the two of them came together again. Jamie spread his legs and helped Dillon position himself. Without ever breaking eye contact, Dillon placed his head against Jamie’s opening, and, watching Jamie’s face carefully for any signs of discomfort, pushed until he was all the way inside.

Dillon immediately stopped to give Jamie time to adjust. Always before, there had been pain, but this time, Dillon had Jamie so ready there was nothing but a slight pressure and then the relief of having Dillon inside him, filling him, making him whole. Still, Dillon refused to move. That’s when Jamie took matters into his own hands. He wrapped both legs around Dillon’s waist, angling up his hips and bringing him all the way in.

Dillon slipped his arms up under Jamie’s back and pulled them flush. “I love you, Jamie. God, I love you.” And repeating the phrase over and over, Dillon started to move.

With each thrust, Dillon grazed against Jamie’s prostate, causing an unbearable friction as the tender skin of Dillon’s stomach did the same thing to Jamie’s penis where it lay trapped between them. It wasn’t long before Jamie could feel himself getting close again. But he wouldn’t come alone. Not this time. Not without Dillon. With that in mind, Jamie clenched his inner muscles over and over, joy flooding him as Dillon groaned from the feelings he was causing. Just when Jamie felt sure he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm any longer, he felt Dillon go rigid above him and then collapse into his arms as the spasms overtook him. That’s all Jamie needed. He closed his eyes and let the sensations carry him over.

#

Early morning sunlight streamed through the windows and dappled across Jamie’s face as Dillon lay propped on his elbow, watching him sleep. The shower they’d taken together the night before had left Jamie’s skin smelling sweetly of soap and that unmistakable scent that was uniquely Jamie. Dillon fought the urge to wake him, but it wasn’t easy. Memories of last night kept calling to him. In the afterglow, while he and Jamie were cuddling, Jamie had told Dillon how new it all was for him, how incredible. It was incredible for Dillon, too, but not because it felt new. No. For Dillon, being inside Jamie again was like coming home from a two-year exile. He hadn’t felt this whole, this complete, since pushing Jamie out of his life. Jamie had been right about Dillon taking the lead this time, too. All the bad memories had faded under the spell of last night.

As if he could read Dillon’s thoughts, Jamie rolled over and opened his eyes. “Good morning.” His voice was sleep scratchy, and so sexy Dillon’s morning wood grew even harder.

Dillon leaned in and kissed him, ignoring Jamie’s protest about wanting to brush his teeth first. Jamie tasted like Heaven to Dillon. Jamie must have thought Dillon tasted pretty good himself, if the way Jamie drew Dillon in deeper was any indication.

When he could bring himself to pull away, Dillon looked down at Jamie and smiled. “Good morning, yourself. Sleep good?”

Jamie yawned and stretched, looking so darn cute Dillon had to force himself not to kiss him again. “Uh huh.” He looked up at Dillon with shinning eyes. “I slept better last night than I have in years.”

Dillon grinned. “Must be contagious. So did I.”

Jamie cuddled in closer to Dillon’s side. “What do you say we go back to sleep?”

Jamie’s stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud growl. Dillon shook his head and laughed. “As much as I’d like to, we can’t. You’re hungry, and I’ve got to pee. I say we get dressed and go out for breakfast.” Dillon narrowed his eyes. “My treat, by the way. You paid for the room. The least I can do is feed us.”

Jamie leaned in and nipped Dillon’s collar bone. “I fed you last night. How about returning the favor?”

It took Dillon a minute to realize what Jamie was talking about. And it took the two of them a whole lot longer to get out of bed once Dillon caught on.

#

The plan, when they finally roused themselves, was to go out, grab a quick bite to eat, and then go to a payphone and call each number on Jamie’s stolen list until they found somebody who actually knew Ben. At least, it had sounded good at the time. And the breakfast part was great. Nothing like a night of hot sex to whet the appetite. But once they found an out-of-the-way payphone located in the back of a convenience store and put the remainder of the plan into action, Jamie began to see just how difficult his search was gonna be. His idea to use an alias, call each number, and then pretend to be a school friend of the boys on the list when speaking with concerned foster parents seemed to work well enough. The problem came when Jamie actually spoke to the boys themselves and realized that most of them came to live with Burke sometime within the last year or so, long after Ben had moved to Reed with Nora. It wasn’t that the boys didn’t try to help. In fact, Jamie was surprised at just how willing some of them were to talk to a total stranger about Burke and what a bastard he was. Oh, a couple refused to say anything at all, but most seemed to be forthright about everything. Out of all the guys he talked to, though, not a one was able to tell him anything he could use. It wasn’t totally unexpected, but still, it was disheartening. Jamie was just about to give up when he called the last name on the list, a guy by the name of Mitchell Harding.

A woman answered the phone. When Jamie asked for Mitchell, she sounded more than a little annoyed. “Who wants to know?”

“I’m a friend of his from school.” Jamie hoped his voice didn’t quiver.

“Uh huh. And I’m the Virgin Mary. Mitch ain’t been to school in almost four years. Try again.”

Four years? Maybe he had the wrong number. “This is the Mitchell Harding who just recently lived with Burke Carpenter, isn’t it?”

The woman’s voice took on a nasty, snarling-quality. “Listen here, you son-of-a-bitch. If you’re one of Burke’s customers calling to get your rocks off on Mitch--”

Jamie just knew she was going to hang up. He couldn’t let that happen. He wasn’t sure how, but he was almost certain this woman knew something. He’d have to take a risk and tell her the truth. At least part of it, anyway.

“Wait. Please. I’m not one of Burke’s clients. I just need to talk to Mitchell. I think maybe he might have known something about a friend of mine. I promise I won’t take up much of his time.”

Dillon was leaning against the cinder block wall, watching Jamie with concern, but not saying anything. As for the woman on the other end of the line, she’d gone so quiet Jamie thought sure she’d hung up. Finally, she said, “Okay, then. If what you say is true, tell me the name of this so-called friend you’re trying to find out about? I know most of Mitch’s friends, and if he knows your buddy, then I can almost guarantee I know him, too.”

Jamie took a deep breath. “His name was Ben Lewis.”

Jamie heard a loud noise and them a kind of scrambling, the sound of the phone being dropped. When the woman picked back up, she sounded as angry as ever, but there was a new element in her voice: fear. She said, “Is this some kind of sick joke? And what do you mean his name was Ben Lewis? Has something happened to Ben?”

Jamie’s heart started pounding in his chest. “Wait a minute. You knew Ben?”

“Of course I know him. Ben Lewis is my brother.”

{To Be Continued}