Chapter Forty -- In Love With A Time Traveler
Maddox's lips on his were maddeningly sweet. How could he stay away from this? The memories would never be enough. The last chords of the song died down, and only then Maddox pulled away from him. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes in an effort to regain some self-control. "You're the one who's beautiful, and, by the way, romantic songs and all, that's a bit--"
"True. It's true."
Would Maddox think the same once he was covered in shame once more? It wasn't only because of that, but also because of how he had reacted to it all, how he couldn't cope with it and how he brought all the complications that came with someone who only thought of how to hide away from the world only so that he stopped hurting.
It was too much to expect Maddox to know and understand, no matter how much of an amazing person he was. He wouldn't force his damaged fragile self upon him like that. But he could do something. He could make some new memories and leave the door ajar.
"You're thinking," Maddox pointed out and pushed Jonathan's hair away from his forehead so that they could stare into each other's eyes. "You're thinking of something you don't know whether you should tell me or not."
He looked away.
"It's all right," Maddox said softly and cupped his cheek. "Things have been kind of rocky between us lately. I can wait for you to trust me again, I promise."
Such keen words coming from such a keen person. Jonathan felt that he could never get enough as he reached for Maddox and pulled him into his arms. If he swallowed him whole, it wouldn't be enough. His hands searched for warm skin to touch.
Maddox laughed at his desperate attempts to get under his t-shirt and pushed him away playfully, but only so that he could pull his t-shirt over his head and chuck it on the floor. The way he moved was killing Jonathan inside. Were men supposed to be this graceful? Maddox moved with a fluidity that belied the fact his body was packed with hard muscles everywhere.
The smile on his face only served to hurt Jonathan more. He closed the distance between them, hungry for Maddox, and for the illusion that everything was fine granted by merely closing his eyes.
"Someone's horny," Maddox drawled and chuckled.
"Your fault," Jonathan replied and let his hands roam over Maddox's beautiful chest. His fingers curled around the manly hair and tugged, making Maddox hiss.
"Well, as much as I enjoy watching you simp over me, I'd rather take this to the bed."
Jonathan didn't have time to protest as Maddox grabbed his waist, kissed him short and wild and with a lot of tongue. The next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed and Maddox was on top of him, busily devouring his lips, especially the bottom one.
"Oh God," he whispered.
Maddox chuckled against his open mouth. "Not the big guy, I'm afraid. But I appreciate the thought."
Jonathan took hold of Maddox's messy hair so that he could stare at his pretty face again. "I love you, you know that?"
"Feel free to tell me that to my face a couple of times, you know, just so that I understand. Spell it out for me, 'cause I'm a bit thick-headed."
Jonathan snorted. "No, you just like making fun of me."
"Hey," Maddox called gently while hovering over him. "It's nice hearing you say it. I mean, the note was nice, too, but some things--"
"Some things need to be said in person, right?" Jonathan stole the words from Maddox's lips. If only he weren't such a big coward. But, as he lay there, completely unable to resist Maddox's sensual attack, he understood that for anything to work, he needed to do it his way. It was self-preservation and nothing more. But Maddox deserved the truth.
He brushed his thumb across Maddox's mouth and was rewarded with a hooded look. Maddox pushed out his tongue and caressed his thumb; Jonathan shivered at the velvety sensation. It was enough to earn a mischievous glint in the adorable grey eyes. His thumb was sucked gently into a wet warm cavern, and that simple thing was enough to make him moan in desire.
"I want more," he declared and wrapped one arm around Maddox's neck, while using his free hand to play with the hair on the other's chest. "I want all of you."
"Happy to oblige," Maddox said courteously. "The only problem is... you're overdressed, my man."
Jonathan laughed softly and tried to get out of his sweater. From that position, his attempts to do so were completely thwarted, there was no other choice for him than to drop back on the bed with a groan. Maddox drew a long wet line across his jawline, while his hands snuck under the sweater and struggled with the buttons of his shirt.
"We're going about this the wrong way, you know?" Jonathan felt compelled to point out. "I cannot undress as long as you keep me prisoner under you, and you want me out of my shirt before I'm out of my sweater."
"It's very difficult to keep my head on my shoulders when I have you under me like this. Hence this whole confusion," Maddox said brightly.
Jonathan didn't believe a word of it, but it was all in good fun. While they were both laughing, Maddox managed to pull his sweater over his head and then unbuttoned the dress shirt. From there, it was easy to reach under his undershirt and tease his nipples. Jonathan grunted at the direct attack.
"Ah, don't tell me you're a cry baby," Maddox scolded him playfully. "You've been ripping out my chest hair for like the last ten minutes."
"Sorry," Jonathan said quickly. "I wasn't aware I was doing that." He pulled his hand away, as it seemed as if he couldn't keep it very far from Maddox's sexy chest if it killed him.
"No worries. As long as I'm yours again, you can rip all the hair from my body."
"I wouldn't do that. You're too sexy like this," Jonathan whispered.
Maddox offered him a lopsided grin. "Yeah, I've noticed that you get kind of wild when you see me naked."
"Full of yourself much?" Jonathan sputtered in feigned outrage.
"So will you be soon," Maddox responded with a broad grin.
It took a while for Jonathan's addled brain, which was already soaking in a few too many endorphins, to understand what Maddox meant by that. There was no room left for interpretation as Maddox appeared to be suddenly more adept at getting him out of his pants and underwear.
Soon enough, they were in a compromising position, Maddox between his legs, Jonathan completely naked, and both panting slightly in anticipation. Maddox let his hungry eyes roam over Jonathan's body. "I told you. You're beautiful."
He'd hang on to those words for later; he would remember them when everything was blown to pieces. He pulled Maddox closer for a kiss. This night, he wanted it all, so he let go of Maddox's sweet lips and tongue, only so that he could lick his chin and then his throat. While his range of motion was still limited, he could dip his tongue into the crook of a strong shoulder and lick the fresh clean sweat gathered there.
Maddox pushed him back on the bed and laughed. Then, he reached for his belt and Jonathan's mouth went dry even before that magnificent cock sprang out in front of him. The sight alone was drool worthy.
Maddox grabbed his cock and swung it from side to side. "Missed me, Jonathan?"
"Don't be an ass," Jonathan protested, but it wasn't like he could deny the truth. He grabbed Maddox's cock out of his hand and tried to pull it to his mouth.
Again, he was at the receiving end of more teasing, because Maddox just pushed him away and then jumped out of bed. Jonathan rolled on one side, yearning to follow Maddox with his eyes, if there was no other way for him to follow.
Maddox pushed down his jeans and got rid of his underwear and socks. Then, he stood completely naked in front of him.
"Are you going to tease me with more cock puppetry?" Jonathan asked and cocked his head so that he could admire the entire beautiful man that was Maddox.
"Nah, I think I'll save that for birthday parties," Maddox replied.
Jonathan gasped in mock shock. "What kind of an exhibitionist are you?"
Maddox rolled his eyes. "I'm only talking about your birthday parties. You know, private parties, just between you and me."
"Oh, all right. I suppose that's something I can live with."
Maddox smirked and walked closer to the bed. Now, his cock was level with Jonathan's cheek, but Jonathan decided that two could play that game. "Well?" he asked. "Isn't Mr. Cock going to ask me nicely to take him in my mouth?"
A burst of laughter let him know his joke had landed. "Just suck me off, babe, before I lose my erection since you're bent on making me laugh."
"Like I would be so gullible as to believe such a thing possible." Jonathan didn't allow Maddox to utter any more words, he deftly caught the throbbing thing and wrapped his lips around its girth.
Maddox let out a groan of pleasure and ran his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "I'm going to be selfish tonight," he whispered. "I just want all of me in you. But I'll reciprocate later, and it's a promise."
They both wanted the same thing. Jonathan didn't let go of the delicious cock to agree, but decided that words were overrated, anyhow, when actions could talk so much louder. He adjusted his position by sitting on the edge of the bed, doing that without ever letting go of Maddox's manhood. Then, he began to apply himself with the enthusiasm and hunger he always felt when in the same room with this gorgeous man.
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Oh, yes, Jonathan's mouth on his shaft was pure heaven, and after so many days without doing as much as touch his cock for more than ten seconds, he felt like he was about to burst. Still, he wasn't going to blow too early, because he didn't want to be a disappointment to his handsome boyfriend.
He put one hand under Jonathan's chin and cupped the back of his head with the other so that he could have a bit of control. If he let Jonathan go for it, he would be a complete goner in a matter of minutes.
It looked like his lover appreciated being taken in hand like that because he moaned prettily around his cock. That allowed Maddox to pull him completely away and enjoy the sight of parted wet lips and the look of complete abandonment in Jonathan's eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful, and smart, and gorgeous, and awesome... and he'd learn everything about that.
He made Jonathan turn face down on the bed and then helped him raise up on all fours. His hand moved between the firm buttocks with intent, letting one finger move closer now and then. It didn't take much to make Jonathan pant in desire to be fucked. "Wait just a moment."
Since he had gotten a boyfriend, he had learned a thing or two. That meant that he was well prepared for what he intended to do to Jonathan, which basically meant to wreck him in the most pleasurable way possible. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed inside the scorching heat, opening it slowly and getting it ready for much bigger things. He had never ached for someone in this overwhelming manner before. Sure, he was just as horny as the next guy on a regular basis, but this thing with Jonathan was simply off the charts.
"Ready for me?" he whispered and draped his body over the slender one under him.
"Always," Jonathan whispered back.
