5 comments/ 16476 views/ 18 favorites Michael & Jason By: TrippyLuv I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm currently struggling with writer's block for every single story I'm writing. My hope by posting this chapter for Michael & Jason will light a fire under my ass and brainstorm some new possible ideas to finish not only their story, but the other two stories I'm blocked on. I would love feedback from everyone. Someone might mention an idea I hadn't thought of and it could spark inspiration. So, please leave comments. Thank you!! -TrippyLuv ******** Mike and I have always had a strong connection. What can I say about the boy next door? I've been in love with him since I was thirteen. I never imagined that he would mine at nineteen. So many thoughts and emotions come along with finally being with the man whom I consider my soul mate. I wasn't a virgin in the traditional sense when Mike and I got together but he is the one who I consider to have taken my virginity. Having lost my virginity to Mike, I've had to adjust to my new role as a bottom. Mike took me the first time just over three months ago on my 19th birthday, after we secretly dated long distance for three months, while I was away at school. We talked a great deal about what it meant to change the status of our already established relationship and what it meant going forward. We both decided to proceed so there wouldn't be doubt later on down the road because we didn't take a chance on us. Now that I'm back home, we can't keep our hands off one another. We've made love almost every day, sometimes twice a day, and in every imaginable position. However, there are times when it's not making love but a primal desire to be fucked, long, deep, and hard. Mike has an insatiable sexual appetite and I'm more than willing to help him satisfy his hunger. His stamina is insane. He laughed when I told him the porn industry would love him for his ability to get hard at the drop of a hat, even after he's come just moments before. There are times when I wish his battery wouldn't recharge so quickly, if only to give myself a chance to recover, but other than those rare times, it's a fucking turn on to me. I love everything about him. I accept him faults and all, except for one thing. This story is about the day that one thing changed the course of our relationship forever! ******** Today, we've already had sex twice, and are currently in the midst of number three. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air and it's intoxicating. The sound of skin on skin and moans fill the room. I know having his body on top of mine, pressing it deeper into the mattress is supposed to be wrong and feel wrong, but it doesn't, it feels so right. I love the feel of his warm breath on my neck, and to hear his deep moans, feeling his muscles flex in his back, as I hold onto him. I especially love his thick, hard cock as he lovingly fucks me into another mind-blowing oblivion, and it feels fan-fucking-tastic. Our panting breaths are in an almost perfect sync. I fist my hands in his short, brown locks pulling his head down for a feverish kiss. "Shit, baby, your ass is so tight. Jase, you're gonna make me come again," Mike announces. Our eyes lock, I try to speak but I can't because it feels too good. He continues with a whisper, "You're all mine, baby. Nobody else gets to have you. Say it. Tell me, you're all mine." Mike grasps my wrists, pulling them above my head, and interlacing our fingers. He gives a sharp snap of his hip and I cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure. "I'm all yours. There's nobody else." I manage breathlessly. From then on, I can only emit a low sustained whimper, as he continues to drill me. Less than thirty seconds later, Mike's guttural breathing fills the room, while he spasms uncontrollably with erratic thrusts, calling out my name, and collapsing on top of me. I wrap my arms and long legs around him because I want to keep him inside me for as long as I can. I roll my hips wanting his still rigid cock to hit my sweet spot because I'm close, very close and I want to come so bad. Mike sensing my urgency, props himself up clumsily onto his elbows and begins to thrust hard into me. My mouth is agape, as I tighten my legs around his waist, while he continues to graze against my sensitive gland with almost every thrust. "Mikey right fucking there, shit! Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me, baby, fuck me harder, yeah, take it," I plead wildly. I claw up Mike's back, he hisses and my hands continue up, gripping his hair firmly in my fists. His head falls to my shoulder and his teeth sink into the delicate spot of my neck. I cry out, panting heavily, I murmur repeatedly, "You're gonna make me come." I shudder beneath him, claiming his lips, as my orgasm rips through my entire body, both of our moans smothered by our kiss. I can feel my warm release spray in between our bodies. I wrench my mouth from his; throwing my head back against the pillow while clutching the sheets in my hands. My throbbing hole continually clenches onto the still hard invader inside me. I love coming with Mike buried deep inside of me. It's a pleasure that's hard to describe but the closest word: extraordinary. Mike's partial weight lying on top of me makes it hard to get air. "Mikey, I can't breathe." "Shit, Jase, I'm sorry." He gives me a quick kiss on the neck before moving from atop me. I whimper involuntarily at the sensation of his cock sliding out of me. His latest release begins to trickle; I clench and drop my legs not wanting to lose any more of his essence. "Damn!" I exclaim looking down at the splattered cum on my chest and rub it in. Mike takes my hand licking it clean making me laugh in the process. "You alright, baby?" Mike asks with a slight chuckle. He props himself up on his knees and he slowly strokes his semi-flaccid cock. The sense of euphoria courses through my body. I smile, closing my eyes, and tell him, "Mm-hmm, that was the best one yet." "Jase, open your eyes," Mike beckons softly. I shake my head. "Not yet. Let me enjoy this for a minute." "C'mon, open your eyes!" Mike's hand rest against the spot he bit on my neck. The weight on the bed shifts from him leaning forward and licking the spot gingerly. My eyes open at the warmth of his breath on my neck. A tingling sensation runs through me from that simple maneuver. I look straight into his eyes. "There. They're open. Are you happy?" I know I have a goofy look on my face it usually happens after sex with him. "Yes, because I have something to say to you." "What?" My hands move along his thighs. "I love you," Mike states, looking down at me affectionately, his large hands caress over my sweaty body up to my face, skimming over my lips before smoothing back my unruly blonde hair. He rolls over onto his side, pulling me to him, and running his hands down my back to cup my ass. Mike kisses me and I melt into him. When Mike pulls back, I stare into his beautiful amber eyes. "I love you too." Mike nuzzles in closer to my neck and he sighs. I rub my cheek against his. I laugh at the feel of our five o'clock shadows scratching together. "I didn't touch myself once the entire time and you made me come." A shit-eating grin spreads across his face when he pulls back to look at me. "What can I say, I know how to fuck." He licks the shell of my air and nibbles on my earlobe. I arch instinctively into his body. I mutter, "Yeah, you do." I lean in, latching my lips onto my favorite spot on his neck, and I begin to suck hungrily. Mike gasps and grinds against me. "Jase, come on, no hickeys!" He laughs trying to pry my mouth from his neck. "I won't be able to explain why I have a hickey." "Why not, Mikey? You marked me." "Come on. I didn't mean to. I got lost in the moment." "How about I leave my mark a little bit lower?" I push Mike onto his back straddling him. I roll my hips eliciting a sharp groan from him. His massive hands grip my waist. I kiss him, and then draw a line with my tongue down his neck into the light groves of his abs, before sucking on the fleshy part of his hip until I reach my destination, and taking him wholly into my salivating mouth. I can taste a mixture of us both on him while I work his beautiful tool. I wonder if it's possible to fall in love with a person's body part. If it is, then I'm most certainly am in love with Mike's dick. I should have it declared one of 'The Wonders of The World". "Jason," Mike mewls bringing me back to the moment. His head turns to the side and his mouth tightens before moaning. He undulates slowly meeting the bob of my head with his thrusts. Mike's hands grip the sides of my head firmly. Our eyes lock, he licks his lips, and blows out a slow breath. It's not long before he comes and I swallow the small load he shoots into my mouth. This is the fourth time today that I've made him come. It surprises me he still had anything to shoot. He runs his thumb over my lips. I lick it before playfully sucking and releasing it with a loud pop. "Shit, baby, I love this mouth of yours." "I know you do." I laugh mischievously. Mike lightly massages the nape of my neck. I sigh happily. Exhausted from our marathon session, I crawl up and crash on top of him. Mike reaches for the blanket and covers us. He plants a kiss on my forehead. I tilt my head, pulling him towards me, and kissing him softly. I settle in his arms falling asleep in seconds. ******** The annoying blare of the alarm near my ear causes me to groan loudly. I back away from it and into the warm inviting body behind me covering my head with a pillow. Mike reaches over me to shut the alarm off. He hugs me close to his chest while kissing the back of my head. "I loved having you all to myself this weekend, Jase," Mike whispers groggily. "I loved it, too. Will we ever have another chance at a weekend like this?" "I hope so, baby. I hope so." I grab his hand hugging it to my chest. I sigh happily when he snuggles in closer and lazily kisses my neck and shoulder. I realize we've ignored the alarm having gone off awhile ago and I check the time. The clock reads 5:08pm. They should be home by 6pm. I turn around to rest my head on Mike's shoulder. I draw random shapes through the smattering of hair on his chest. "I guess I should hurry and get cleaned up before mom and dad come home. I smell like sex and sweat." Mike inhales deeply. "You smell good to me. Wait a few more minutes. I don't want to let you go yet." He tightens his hold on me. I can't risk mom and dad finding out about Mike and me. I reluctantly pull myself away from the security of my brother's arms to detangle my body from the blanket. "Jase, c'mon, five more minutes." He pulls me against his chest making me laugh. His hands glide all over me before taking me in hand and stroking slowly. My head falls back against Mike's shoulder and he takes advantage by nibbling on my earlobe. "Mike stop." I barely get the words out. My eyes close involuntarily but I force them open. "Five more minutes will turn into another five and we can't risk getting caught." I struggle against the strong arms holding me but I manage to get free. I sit on the edge of the bed and stretch. "Hey, mom and dad put me in charge 'cause I'm the oldest, so you have to listen to me." Mike's hand glides along the middle of my back. I try not to react to his touch, which is hard to do when he makes me feel desired, but I can't give in, not this time. I turn to face him. "You're only eleven months older than me. You must be high if you think I'd listen to you." "It doesn't matter. You can give me my five minutes now, or I can take it tonight when I'm eating your ass out. We both know how much you love it when I do. Your choice," he replies with a nonchalant shrug, and then the smirk appears, "because either way your ass is mine. You said so yourself, remember?" I sneer at his audacity. How could he take something I said in an intimate moment and cheapen it to get sex? "Go fuck yourself, asshole." I walk angrily towards the bathroom. I'm halfway across the room when I hear Mike tumble off the bed with a heavy thud. "Stop! Jason it was a joke." He runs over, grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and cups the sides of my head firmly in his large hands. Mike looks me in the eyes. "It was a joke. It was supposed to be funny. I honestly thought you would laugh. Sometimes, I forget how sensitive you are. Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Don't be mad." My anger wanes quickly. I know I overreacted, and I should be the one to apologize and not Mike. This is all still so new to me. Even though we've been close our entire lives, when it comes to the sexual aspect of our relationship, I'm self-conscious about where I truly stand with Mike. I know I have to learn to get past my insecurities about the stability of our relationship. I feel like a complete fool. I step in closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Mikey, don't apologize because you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm just being overly sensitive and I overreacted. I was wrong. I'm the one who's sorry." We sway slightly, as we stand there looking into each other's eyes. I kiss him. Mike's arms snake around my waist. His hands move up to grasp the back of my head. I break the kiss and stare back into his eyes. "Can we forget that happened and go back to right before I threw that stupid hissy-fit?" My unease must be evident in my eyes because Mike smiles tenderly and winks. "Babe, it's already forgotten," Mike answers. He kisses the tip of my nose. "Good. I'm gonna go cleanup, okay?" I whisper, swallowing a small audible gulp of air. "Okay." It's his only response. I haven't moved as his amber eyes stares back into my hazel eyes; I give him a peck on the cheek. He gives my ass a swat when I walk away. I know he's watching me, when I hear a low growl come from him, as my long legs stride into the bathroom that connects our rooms. I grab a towel wetting it to wipe the sweat and cum from my body. I'll do anything to keep his and my mind off the blunder I committed moments ago. I purposely make a show of it, wiping myself deliberately, bending over to wipe my legs down, and raising my arms to stretch out my long, toned body. "Hey, Mikey, we're definitely not gonna need any lube tonight with the amount of cum you dumped in my ass." I rewet the towel, bending over a little with a slight arch of my back to clean myself of the small trickle, which escaped from me earlier. An involuntary moan escapes when the warm towel touches my sensitive hole. With a frustrated grunt, Mike calls out, "You don't fuckin' play fair, Jase!" "Mike, what the hell are you talkin' about?" I look over at him trying my best to play innocent. "You know exactly what I'm talking about you, goddamn cock-tease. You're doing that shit on purpose with arching your back and moaning like that. Get over here!" His eyes roam up and down my body lustfully taking in every inch. If I weren't already naked, I'd swear he was undressing me with his eyes. I throw the towel into the hamper and saunter gingerly back over to the bed. I cup the left side of his face. "My ass is tender because you fucked this tight ass of mine three times today. That doesn't include the other times we went at it this weekend. I'm lucky I can walk at all. So if me moaning and arching my back while I cleanup is anybody's fault, buddy, I'd say it's yours." I teasingly poke him in the chest. "The hell it is," Mike yells, as he wraps an arm around my waist, and flipping us so he's on top, yet again. Laughing loudly, "Well, I, for sure know that it's not mine." I smirk up at him. "Uh, yeah, it is. All you have to do is walk by me and I want bend you over and fuck your ass." Mike reaches under me to cup my firm, round buttocks. "You know, you should consider writing poetry, because that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard anyone say." I roll my eyes exaggeratedly. He nuzzles my neck and talks softly. "Don't be a smartass. You know what I meant. I can't help it that I want you all of the time. You bring out this side of me and you know you love it." Mike grinds his hips against me while licking and kissing my neck. I close my eyes. My hips rock in time with his. I start panting lightly and my breath hitches when he quickens his pace. My body is longing to have him fill me. My heart is racing in anticipation. My hands are clammy. His forehead presses lightly against mine, and he whispers wantonly, "Baby." Mike spreads me further apart. I groan at the delicious ache caused by our numerous dalliances this weekend. My dick hardens as he skillfully fingers my sensitive hole. The pre-cum weeps from my swollen cock and onto my stomach, Mike slides down and laps up the trail hungrily. I go to stroke myself only to have Mike swat my hand away. He shakes his head 'no'. He winks at me before diving down and sucking on the purple tip. My hands roam my chest twisting and pulling on my nipples until they're hard. I curb my moans by biting my bottom lip. "Mike, we can't. They'll be home soon." I pull him up to kiss him. I clutch and pull him closer to me instead of pushing him away. "Your mouth is saying 'no' but your body is screaming, 'hell, yeah'. I'd be an idiot to ignore what this body wants. I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard." The look in his eyes is pure lust. There's no turning him away when he looks like this, but I also know how to get what I want from him, while satisfying both of our sexual needs. I hold the sides of his face looking him straight in the eyes. "I don't want this to be another quickie, okay? We had way too many of those this weekend. I want you to make love to me this time." I don't wait for a response. I run my hands down to his neck; I pull him down closer to me. I kiss the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth before working my way to his earlobe. Mike moans, as he slides into me with a single fluid thrust, and causing my senses to rejoice at feeling, smelling, seeing, tasting, and hearing him all around me. "Oh, baby, your dick is so big. Take me." I mewl as he licks and kisses my ear. Mike slowly pulls out and pushes until he's all the way in. "Yeah, take me." Mike hooks my legs over his arms and does exactly what I ask by not rushing. He kisses me tenderly while he caresses my face. It's hard to tell where he ends and I begin, as our bodies meld in to one. This is what I enjoy most about being with Mike when he's attentive and selfless. "You're so fuckin' sexy," Mike whispers against my lips. "You're not so bad yourself," I say, earning me a throaty laugh from Mike. Mike takes me on a thrilling sexual roller coaster ride. He knows exactly what he's doing to bring me right to the edge without pushing me over. The only sounds are my gentle random moans of "Mike", 'baby', and 'yes' in Mike's ear. About five minutes into our lovemaking, out of nowhere, a sudden wave of dread creeps up my spine making me light-headed. I don't know what the dread represents or how it'll manifest itself, but I know I need to get away from Mike, and ASAP. "Mike you need to get off me." I'm not in the best position to stop his agonizingly slow thrusts but I try to no avail. "Get off you or get you off?" Mike asks, grinding his hips into me and stroking my cock. He's not picking up the urgency in my voice. "Mike, stop, get off me... now!" I plead, pulling his hand away from my cock. "Why? What's wrong with you?" He asks curiously, the concern evident on his face. Mike's thrusting comes to a stop, which is good because without him distracting me, I'll be able to string together, a coherent sentence, but before I can tell him what was wrong, his phone rings. He leans over to check who it is. He curses quietly and shows me the screen. It's dad. My heart pounds out of fear.