Catalyst (Connectivity Book 2) Page 19

  Travis couldn’t be sure in the dimly lit room, but he suspected their waiter had probably blushed from Jersey’s insinuation.

  When the bill finally came, Jersey slipped his card into the folder, and after signing his receipt, they made their way back out to Jersey’s car.

  “Did you still want to skip the movie?” Jersey asked quietly, looking over at Travis once the doors were closed.

  Travis didn’t answer with words.

  He leaned across the center console and lightly brushed his lips against Jersey’s, teasing him they way Jersey had teased him in the restaurant. Jersey breathed out a shuddered breath, feathering across Travis’s skin and he reached down to cup Jersey through his pants, massaging him to full hardness.

  Jersey gasped and groaned, holding onto the steering wheel with both hands.

  Feeling emboldened by Jersey’s reaction, Travis moved his teasing ministrations from Jersey’s mouth to where his hand had just been. The position was slightly awkward as he leaned over the console but the hitch in Jersey’s breath was so worth it.

  Running his nose over the tent in Jersey’s pants, Travis grabbed a hold of Jersey’s crotch again and he spread his legs wider, breathing in short gasps of air.

  “Trav?” Jersey groaned, causing him to look up. “We’re in a parking lot and as much as I like where your mind is at, this is probably not the place for your first time down there. I mean, I’m probably an idiot for stopping you, and I’m sure I’ll regret stopping you later, but let me at least get us back to my place before we get arrested for indecent exposure or some shit.”

  Travis nodded but kept his hand busy while slinking back into his seat and fastening his seatbelt with his free hand.

  Jersey groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut. He took a deep breath and fixed his own seatbelt, then started the car. As he backed out of their parking spot, he panted a little. “You’re going to need to slow down a bit if you don’t want me coming in my pants while I drive us home, babe. I can hardly focus on the road with all the blood in my body centered in my dick right now.”

  Travis eased his grip but didn’t let go. He simply cupped Jersey and ran his thumb up and down his hard length, feeling a bit daring as he knew they were still more or less in the public eye. Jersey squirmed and groaned, and although Travis’s attention was focused primarily on his boyfriend, he was fairly certain more than one traffic law was being tested as they drove.

  When they finally pulled down the long driveway on the side of Jersey’s house, Travis noticed they were completely secluded and in the shadow of the setting sun. Once the engine was off, they unbuckled and Jersey smashed his lips to Travis’s.

  Travis eased his man back into his seat and plundered his mouth, reveling in the taste of him mixed with the flavors of their dinner. They both made needy sounds in the backs of their throats and Travis used his right hand to work open Jersey’s pants. Why did the guy have to be wearing a belt?

  Jersey’s hands roamed over Travis’s back and shoulders, alternating between grasping his head and trying to undo the buttons on Travis’s shirt to get a feel of his chest.

  When Travis finally got Jersey’s pants open, he slipped his hand inside and Jersey moaned and bucked up into the pressure of Travis’s grip. “God, your hands are amazing,” Jersey rasped, sucking in a lungful of air after Travis followed his hand down to the opening in Jersey’s pants.

  With little room to maneuver, Travis nudged Jersey’s shirt out of the way and withdrew his hand to grasp Jersey’s pants on either side of his hips. Jersey lifted himself up and helped him slide his pants and underwear down his thighs.

  Without warning, Jersey’s seat moved back and Travis found himself with a lot more room and a very unobstructed view of his very exposed boyfriend. He looked up at Jersey then and found a half-lidded gaze staring back at him. Jersey placed his palm on Travis’s cheek and reverently caressed his thumb over his cheekbone.

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can just touch me if that’s all you’re up for. But this is sexy as fuck and I’m so turned on I guarantee you that I’m gonna blow either way.”

  It was still light enough outside that Travis could easily see the sincerity of the words Jersey had spoken, accompanied by the need in his eyes, but he appreciated the out Jersey had given him, nonetheless.

  “I may not be any good at this, but I wanna try,” Travis rasped, looking back at Jersey. He nodded and laid his seat back a bit, groaning when Travis took a hold of him again. Using a soft stroke, Travis gently explored his boyfriend and Jersey shimmied a bit to get his pants down so he could spread his knees wider.

  Taking advantage of the extra room, Travis pulled his knee up under himself and leaned farther over the console to press his nose into the trimmed hair at Jersey’s root. Jersey lightly placed his hand on the back of Travis’s head, not in any way pressuring or directing, but simply reassuring Travis he liked what was going on. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of his boyfriend. Jersey smelled clean and slightly musky, indicating he’d probably showered again before going to meet Travis after work.

  Pulling back slightly, Travis gently kissed his way up and back down Jersey’s length, listening to the sounds of his breathing and arousal. And when he finally worked his way up to the real deal, he discovered he really wasn’t very good at it. But, just as Jersey had said, even with his lack of experience and skill, it didn’t take long at all for Jersey to warn him of his impending climax.

  With a split second decision, Travis committed and gagged slightly when the first taste hit his tongue. He hung on, though, and managed to get it all down, trying to enjoy the sounds and feel of Jersey clutching him as he rode the wave.

  When the last of the shuddering subsided and Jersey sagged back against his seat, Travis wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at his boyfriend. Jersey dreamily looked back at him and pulled him in for a soft press of lips.

  When they separated, Jersey wrapped his arms around Travis’s neck. “God, babe,” he sighed. “I know that was your first time, but I’ve never come so fast in my life.”

  Travis pulled back, his position becoming uncomfortable the longer he stayed that way. “I know it wasn’t that good,” Travis murmured as Jersey tucked himself back in.

  “It doesn’t matter how much experience you have or don’t have, babe. Just having you touch me at all was amazing. It was super hot having you swallow, but I want you to be honest if you didn’t like it. Did you hate it?”

  Travis squirmed in his seat, not really wanting to admit the truth. “I didn’t hate it.”

  “But you didn’t love it either,” Jersey surmised and gave him a smile. “I’m not really sure how many people actually love the taste, so much as they just do it to make to their partner happy. It’s definitely an acquired taste, so if you’d rather just hold off or not do it all, that’s totally fine. Not everyone enjoys everything. You could also just pull off right before and it would still be incredible. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it again if it’s not something you enjoyed.”

  Travis squirmed again and avoided looking directly at Jersey. “It was really hot knowing how turned on you were, and I was really excited to try it, but I think I might need to work up to swallowing again. It was kinda…”

  “Gross,” Jersey finished with a light chuckle and Travis nodded, feeling totally mortified. “That’s totally fine, Trav. I hated it the first few times I ever tried it too. I just did it because I thought I was supposed to and I figured I was strange because I didn’t love the taste. I was also with a guy who was kind of an asshole and he didn’t ever give me the chance to pull off or spit. Not all of the guys I’ve been with were that way and I learned over time that I should have been given the choice. But I guess having been indoctrinated to it early on, I actually kinda like the taste of it—”

  “Can we stop talking about this now?” Travis blurted, feeling his cheeks heat a bit. “God. I thought
this was going to be so sexy, performing my first blow job in the car with my first boyfriend, and not only do I feel like shit because I didn’t love it but now said boyfriend is rambling on about all the blow jobs he’s performed with other men.” Travis shuddered and buried his face in his hands, trying not to think about Jersey with anyone else or how he acquired a taste for jizz.

  “Can you take me home, please?” Travis asked, feeling his throat constrict and pressure behind his eyes. So much for their date night, ugh.

  “Trav,” Jersey pleaded and gently placed his hand on Travis’s forearm, probably trying to encourage him to move his hands. That so wasn’t going to happen. Travis wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. “God, I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry, Trav. I wasn’t even thinking. I’m so, so, sorry for ruining this.” Jersey moved his hand over to Travis’s shoulder and rubbed what was probably supposed to be soothing strokes up and down his back, but at that moment there wasn’t much that was going to make him feel better. “Babe, please look at me,” Jersey pleaded, his voice sounding as wobbly as Travis’s felt.

  God. How could their first real date turn out so shitty?

  Jersey crawled over the center console and Travis allowed it when he wiggled onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. The space definitely wasn’t meant for two people to share but Jersey crushed his body to Travis’s and he wrapped his arms around Jersey in return.

  “I’m so sorry, Trav,” Jersey warbled into his neck. “That was such a shitty thing of me to do. I know you were feeling insecure about your first time and I just go off without even thinking. I only wanted us to be open with each other and I just went and ruined everything. What we shared was so special and beyond sexy and I was so completely on fire for you, and I’m so sorry I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe how stupid I am.”

  Jersey wasn’t crying but Travis could hear the rough quality to his voice and feel the tremor in his body as he clung to him. It spoke to how off Travis was feeling that he didn’t reprimand Jersey for the way he spoke about himself.

  They stayed silent for several minutes while Travis tried to regain his footing. He still felt horribly embarrassed and more than a little turned off about the turn the night had taken, but he held Jersey as the sun finally set, turning the sky a pale peach and orange color.

  “Do you still want me to take you home?” Jersey asked softly minutes later while curling and uncurling his fingers against Travis’s shoulder.

  “I don’t really know,” Travis replied, feeling unsettled about how to even talk to Jersey. “I don’t think we should leave the evening like this, but I can’t really bring myself to talk about it right now either.”

  Jersey squeezed him tighter for a moment, then released him and when Travis loosened his hold, Jersey tucked his hair behind his ear and crawled back into the driver's seat. Without a word, he started the car and backed out, off the long driveway onto the roundabout, and pulled forward onto the street.

  Travis secured his seatbelt and tucked his hands between this thighs, looking off out the window, not really seeing anything as they drove.

  When they pulled up to the curb at Travis’s house, Jersey put the car in park but didn’t turn off the engine. Travis looked over and saw the shimmer of tears in his eyes as he silently looked down at his hands. The sight about gutted him and his heart squeezed at the place they found themselves.

  “Come inside with me,” Travis murmured and Jersey closed his eyes. “I don't really want to talk about anything, but I don’t want to say goodnight to you either. We’ll just put on a movie and be together.”

  After a quiet moment, Jersey opened his eyes and turned off the ignition. They both unfastened their seatbelts and climbed out. Travis took Jersey’s hand as soon as he was around the car, and Jersey squeezed his fingers without looking up at him.

  Dusk was almost over and the moon was clearly visible over the roof of the house as Travis led them up the walkway and into the kitchen. The house was blessedly quiet and they silently entered Travis’s room. He closed the door quietly behind them, then flicked on his desk lamp and kicked off his shoes.

  Jersey kept his eyes trained on the floor, his face shadowed by his hair, and Travis bent over to pull Jersey’s shoes off one-by-one. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts with an elastic waist and grabbed an old T-shirt and handed the items to Jersey. They each turned their backs and changed silently, further expanding the divide of their night.

  Travis hit the power button on the remote for the small television in his room and queued up Netflix. He grabbed Jersey’s hand and pulled the blanket down, gesturing for him to climb in first.

  Once they were settled, with Jersey tucked up into Travis’s side, he selected a movie he’d never seen before and pressed a kiss to the top of Jersey’s head. Jersey turned and pressed a kiss to his chest, and they snuggled together as the opening credits began to roll.

  ~

  Travis’s eyes cracked to slits and he craned his head a bit from where he been laying on his stomach. Jersey was lying next to him and Travis realized they’d fallen asleep at some point during their movie. A quick glance at his clock showed him it was two in the morning. He debated for a moment whether to wake Jersey up so he could head home since Travis was pretty sure he hadn’t told his mom he’d be staying over. He also realized, belatedly, that Jersey had his hand tucked under the waistband of Travis’s underwear and it rested warm and sweet on his butt.

  Even in his half-conscious and drowsy state, his body had definitely taken notice of Jersey’s hand. He groaned quietly in his throat and shifted a little, trying to dislodge Jersey’s hand without waking him up, but Jersey shifted with him and flexed his hand, inadvertently grabbing a handful of his flesh.

  He groaned again into his pillow and maybe the sound hadn’t been as quiet as he’d thought, because Jersey turned his head toward him and gripped his cheek again, definitely on purpose. Travis couldn’t help but squeeze his cheeks together, and when he relaxed, Jersey’s fingers inched farther, the tips of them slowly venturing into his crease. He drew in a deep breath with his face still smashed into the pillow and shimmied a little. He’d never been touched by anyone down there, least of all himself, and the sensation was completely foreign to him.

  He flexed again and Jersey moved another fraction of an inch, definitely squeezing on purpose. The tips of his fingers were blunt and hardly moved at all, just lightly pressed in and moved hesitantly up and down his crack. Travis tried to relax and allow himself to just be present with Jersey, so he wiggled his butt again, in the slightest invitation for Jersey to do what he wanted.

  Jersey squeezed softly and gently caressed his skin with his thumb, then slowly inched his fingers down, wiggling them ever so slightly to get farther between Travis’s cheeks. He sucked in a breath, tensing when one of those fingertips finally grazed his most hidden spot. He slowly released the air in his lungs and tried to hold as still as possible. He didn’t want to scare Jersey off, but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted him to continue.

  When Jersey had been still for several seconds, he relaxed again and that must have been what Jersey had been waiting for since he carefully moved his fingers again, tiny movements, allowing Travis time to adjust to his presence.

  Jersey gently ran the tip of his finger over Travis’s hole and he had to control himself not to tense up again. Their whole situation was so arousing, and Travis was so hard, that he needed to adjust his position to allow himself to gain some friction on the bed.

  Maybe he really was still half asleep, but his hands moved of their own accord, and without dislodging Jersey, gripped his waistband and pushed his shorts and underwear down just under his butt. His rolled slightly to allow himself to become trapped between the bed and his own abs and when Jersey squeezed his flesh again, rubbing right over his sensitive nerves, Travis couldn’t help but thrust his hips down into the mattress.

  It was Jersey who groaned that time. />
  Jersey dislodged his fingers and spent the next several minutes touching every millimeter of Travis’s backside. His hand was warm and his movements slow, taking his time to caress Travis’s skin, up under his shirt and across the expanse of his back, then down his sides and over the mounds of his butt. Travis could feel the longing in Jersey’s touch as they both tried to soak in their closeness and allow themselves to come together again. Last night may have ended on unfamiliar territory, but Jersey was trying to show him, without words, how much he cared about him. And Travis couldn’t deny that he cared about Jersey just as much.

  Propping himself up on his elbow, Travis reached back over his head and drew his shirt up and off, then slid his other arm through and discarded it over the edge of the bed. He rolled onto his side and slid his shorts and underwear down over his feet and left them tangled in the covers at the foot of the bed. When he straightened up, he reached for his boyfriend.

  Jersey came immediately when Travis slid his palm up along Jersey’s jaw and drew him into a deep and sensual kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Travis caged Jersey in with his bicep over his side and his leg up and over Jersey’s hip, holding him close.

  They both made quiet sounds of need as their bodies pressed together, and Jersey’s hand roamed greedily up and down all the exposed skin he could reach. He took advantage of Travis’s bent leg and smoothed his warm palm over Travis’s rounded butt cheek, ever so slightly brushing into his crease and down the back of his hamstring and calf, all the while kissing him as if his life depended on it.

  He gripped the side of Jersey’s face, digging his fingers into his hair and plundered his mouth, leaning into him a little wanting to be closer than they were.

  Jersey pulled back suddenly and the rustling of the covers led Travis to believe he was just as eager to feel him skin-to-skin.

  Suddenly, he had a warm and clothes-free boyfriend back in his arms, and he hugged Jersey close, reveling in their full-body contact.