Another Believer Page 4

  “Like this.” Another quick glance up to David’s face and then Jonah was lowering his head, licking at David’s nipples, so hard now they actually hurt.

  David’s hand was about to make contact with Jonah’s hair, having taken on not only a life of its own but free will, too, apparently. Crap! He couldn’t just spear his fingers through Jonah’s hair and grab hold to keep that amazing tongue close.

  Could he?

  Well, maybe just rest his hand there. He could touch the soft strands of Jonah’s sun-streaked hair just a little—just enough to verify how incredibly silky they were so that he could call it to mind later. Like nothing he’d ever felt before, Jonah’s hair slipped easily through David’s fingers to fall against his palm.

  Jonah moaned appreciatively, drawing the hardened nubs of David’s flesh into his mouth, taking them between his teeth and tugging.

  David was so hard he could feel his pulse in the throbbing of his dick. He wanted to use his hand, or—better yet—Jonah’s, and cup it roughly against his erection. It wouldn’t take much, just a few quick strokes and he’d be coming. A sticky, embarrassed mess.

  “Can I do it? Can I get you off?”

  Shit! Please, God, tell him he hadn’t spoken the thought aloud. “I… I guess… You want to?” This so couldn’t be happening. He must have slipped into some weird alternate reality where average guys really did score blowjobs from incredibly hot near-total strangers.

  “Oh, yeah.” Jonah’s gaze had dropped to where his hand was now petting the bulge behind David’s fly. Backing up, Jonah took a quick look around, first sitting on the triangular-shaped bench that took up most of the corner before sliding down onto the floor. Reaching out for David’s legs, Jonah looked up, catching David’s gaze. “This is good.”

  David couldn’t believe it, but Jonah was so tall that, sitting on the ground, he could easily reach and go to work on David’s pants. David wanted to say something, but what? What could he possibly say that would make this any less weird or even a micron more believable?

  Nothing he could come up with in the few seconds it took Jonah to get his belt undone and his pants unzipped seemed remotely appropriate. “Are you absolutely sure?” didn’t seem any better than, “Are you completely out of your mind?”

  The point was moot anyway, because Jonah was slipping a condom over David’s woefully average hard-on and was smoothing the wrinkles out of it. Stroking David’s heated, rigid flesh and then he was closing his eyes and feeding David’s dick into his mouth; caressing it with fervent, impassioned movements that made it seem to David like maybe the most sincere, heartfelt blowjob he’d ever witnessed.

  Jonah was taking long, slow pulls at David’s cock, and the way he let it slip to the side, making his cheek bulge was, oh, God, the heat was incredible. The moist suction of Jonah’s velvety hot mouth scattered David’s last thoughts and all he could do was clutch the shower’s metal safety bars and hang on.

  David’s knees were already shaky and the jerky, irregular movements of the train as it wound its way along kept him from developing any kind of rhythm. His shorts were undone, but his open-legged position kept them from going anywhere, while the cut of the material constrained his movements and kept him from widening his stance or getting any kind of solid footing under him.

  Jonah’s big hands slid up the back of David’s thighs, gripping his ass, holding him in place while Jonah took what he wanted. It spun David’s head to think that anything he had to offer could possibly be what Jonah needed, but the evidence seemed to indicate otherwise. Pulling away momentarily, Jonah fisted David’s cock, sliding and measuring for several strokes, gazing at it all the while in rapt concentration.

  Flicking a glance upward, Jonah smiled. “So pretty.” Just a brief, throwaway comment, before he slid back onto David’s dick and began working it in earnest.

  The visual of Jonah’s mouth fastened on David’s dick, the incredible face, that magical mouth working him while strong hands held him in place and feasted on him was too much sensory overload. Jonah’s hum of pleasure, combined with the downward sweep of those lush, auburn lashes, pulled David’s response out of him.

  David knew he’d probably never have another moment as perfect as this, where the hottest guy he’d ever had his hands on was caressing him, demanding his orgasm, and he wasn’t ready for it to end. He’d never had a moment of such perfect pleasure and he wanted to draw it out, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

  He couldn’t fight it, couldn’t hold back, and he was giving it up, surrendering to the sweet hot perfection of Jonah Simpson’s mouth.

  Floating, breath coming in short, choppy gulps, David delayed opening his eyes as long as he could. As long as he kept his eyes closed, he could stay in the magical world he inhabited for the moment.

  The one where who you were on the inside was as important as the shape on the outside.

  The one where he had a chance with a guy like Jonah.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” David forced his eyes open to find a satisfied-looking Jonah sprawled backwards against the corner of the shower room, the rhythmic movements of the train doing amazing things for his toned athlete’s body.

  “You’re sure about that?” Jeez, how could Jonah be that relaxed, that calm, when David was so… so not? This was where the hammer came down and the running away on Jonah’s part commenced.

  “Uh-huh. Um, thanks.” It came out almost surly sounding, but David couldn’t help it. Really, what was he supposed to say now? Was it good for you, too?

  “I didn’t do it for the thanks, but you’re welcome.”

  “Then why did you do it?”

  In his relaxed position, Jonah’s big hands lay draped across his mile-long legs. The thumb of one hand rubbed absently back and forth, the movement drawing David’s gaze, scant inches away from where Jonah’s hard-on still formed an impressive bulge behind the soft denim of his shorts.

  “You’re kidding. Right?” Jonah’s grin was back, and David was appalled at how much he wanted to believe that Jonah was laughing with him and not at him.

  “Not really, no.”

  “Huh. Wow. Okay.” The smile faded and Jonah just watched him, a series of expressions chasing each other across that open face.

  Moments passed and the realization slowly dawned on David that he was standing, still half-undressed. Maybe somebody, somewhere could put himself back together with a wink and a joke, but that guy wasn’t him. So he concentrated on looking anywhere but at Jonah’s face and stuffed himself back into his shorts as quickly and unobtrusively as possible.

  He was shifting his weight, trying to edge toward the door without being totally obvious, when Jonah coughed into his hand and leaned forward. “Where are you going?”

  “Um, I don’t know. Out. Finish the tour?” God, he was lame. Rolling his eyes at his own awkward behavior, David wanted more than anything to just get out of this with his pride intact. He didn’t want to find out how much more time he’d have to spend with Jonah before he broke down and begged Jonah to fuck him, but he had a feeling it wasn’t a lot.

  The pitying rejection he could live without, thank you very much.

  “So, listen, I was thinking we should maybe look into getting a room.” Jonah stood and David was instantly reminded of the differences between them. “What do you say? Interested?”

  ***

  “A room, are you crazy? Oh my God, do you know how much those cost?” David looked horrified. And shocked. And much more interested than he wanted to let on. “Why would you want to do that?”

  Jonah realized exactly how hard he was pushing things, but he only had a little over twenty-four hours to make something happen. Like his childhood idol Michael Jordan always said, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

  He might be throwing up an air ball, but he was taking this shot. “I must be doing it wrong if I’m that hard to figure out.”

  “What—?” David pressed a
hand to his eyes, turning his head for a moment. When he let his hand fall away and looked up at Jonah, the naked honesty in his dark eyes was devastating. “What is this all about, really? I don’t get you.”

  Clenching his hands against the urge to put them on David, Jonah took a deep breath, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m very attracted to you. And I think we have a limited time opportunity here. This trip won’t last forever, and I’d like to spend what’s left of it with you.”

  Looking around, Jonah smiled, suddenly self-conscious. Had he ever had a conversation as critical as this one in less promising surroundings? What the hell. He’d already committed—he might as well follow through. “What about you? Are you at all interested?”

  “I would have thought we just established that pretty conclusively.” David’s color was already high, just beginning to fade from his post-orgasm flush, so it was hard to tell if the pink currently staining his cheeks was new. What it was, though, was adorable as hell.

  “Maybe we should use the scientific method and put it to the test.” Although he’d been smiling when he’d said it, Jonah could tell instantly he’d made a mistake when David immediately reverted back to the ultra formal, talking-to-a-stranger body language that Jonah had spent all morning coaxing him out of.

  “Look, I can tell this isn’t going to work. It’s… You’re too… Thanks for, um, everything. I’m just going to go back to my seat now.”

  David turned with more of the quick, economical movements Jonah had admired since they met and opened the door. Jonah’s legs were longer, though, and he was after David in a heartbeat.

  “Don’t go. Please. David. Look, that was stupid.” David wouldn’t look up and Jonah found himself talking to the top of David’s head. All of that inky black softness was inches from Jonah’s nose and he wanted to run his hands through it, see if it could possibly feel as soft as it looked. He’d like to brush his fingers along the close-cut sides before taking David’s head between his hands and kissing the man again.

  “David?” With the door open, though, anyone could see in, and already David’s gaze was straying nervously in that direction.

  Glancing up briefly, the soft, deep brown of David’s eyes immediately sucked Jonah in. He couldn’t wait for the chance to sit and gaze into them for hours on end—beginning immediately after they’d had sex, ideally.

  “What?”

  The wary, defensive look was back in David’s eyes, though, and Jonah wondered what it would take to actually earn David’s trust. “I know I’m not handling this very well. It’s just that I really want something to happen here. What can I say to get you to believe me?”

  “I don’t know. I—”

  “Can I help you gentlemen find something?”

  The steward who’d checked their tickets earlier stood in the hallway outside. In his hands he carried a pile of clean towels, and he looked eager to carry on with his mission, but not before he’d shooed the pair of misguided explorers back the way they’d come.

  “Umm…”

  “As a matter of fact,” Jonah hurried to get his story in before David could contradict him again, “what we were doing was checking out the accommodations.”

  David’s eyes widened and the eyebrow went up, but he stayed mercifully silent while the attendant eyed them skeptically and tried to look past them into the shower stall.

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely,” Jonah dropped an arm around David’s shoulders to keep him from sidling away and smiled his most winning smile. “We realized that if we pooled our money, we could probably get one of the smaller compartments—what are they called?”

  “Compartments? You mean a roomette?”

  “That’s the one. We were looking for you, actually. Can you tell us about availability?”

  His expression reflecting exactly what he thought about the likelihood of Jonah’s story, the attendant shifted the stack of towels under one arm and reached into an inner coat pocket. Pulling out a folded, laminated card, he consulted it briefly before tucking it back into the same pocket he’d taken it from. “There might be something open. I’d need to double-check with the steward before I could let you have it, though.”

  “Could you do that? That would be great. Wouldn’t that be great, David?”

  “Jonah…”

  David’s voice had a hint of what-the-fuck in it that Jonah hurried to cover. “I know, I know. It’s my fault—I didn’t get my ticket in time and messed everything up. Totally my fault. But they might still have something. It doesn’t hurt to ask. So, do you have any idea if you do?” He turned back to the attendant.

  “I’ll have to check and get back to you.” The look he shot them was full of meaning, and Jonah got the message as the man stepped back to give them room. “I know where you gentlemen are sitting. I have to finish my rounds first, but I’ll find out and come let you know.”

  “Thanks. That’d be great. C’mon, David, let’s get out of here.”

  Taking David’s hand, Jonah led them back the way they’d come, the two of them barely rounding the corner before David began whispering furiously at him. “Are you trying to get us thrown off the train? Maybe you have the money to get to Portland some other way, but I don’t.”

  “Oh, listen to you. What happened to Mr. Go-anywhere-you-want-as-long-as-you-look-like-you-know-what-you’re-doing, huh? Would you stop worrying? Everything’s going to be fine.”

  Having cleared the stairs back up to the second level, Jonah could drop an arm around David’s shoulders, smiling to himself at just how great it felt. David’s body was amazing. Perfect. Jonah’s hard-on had faded while talking to the porter, but just the thought of getting a little privacy and running his hands over David’s naked body was reviving it.

  “I can’t afford to screw up.” Flashing an annoyed look up at Jonah, David accepted the arm over his shoulders without comment.

  “No one’s going to screw up, so relax, okay?”

  “Easy for you to say.”

  Jonah rubbed David’s arm and pulled him a little closer. Leaning over, Jonah buried his nose in David’s hair, inhaling the lingering scent of David’s shampoo as well as the warm fragrance of David’s skin that lay beneath. “I love the way you smell.”

  “Stop distracting me. I’m pissed.”

  David’s words would have carried a little more sting if he hadn’t been leaning into Jonah, rubbing his head on Jonah’s shoulder like an affectionate cat.

  “Yeah, I figured. I say we go find our seats and hang out until Porter Dude finds out if we’ve got the room or not. We can always go to Plan B if the room thing doesn’t work out.”

  “Plan B? I can’t wait to hear.” The aisle narrowed up ahead, so side-by-side wasn’t possible. David slipped out from under Jonah’s arm, tossing a smirk in Jonah’s direction as he moved to take the lead.

  Jonah squeezed one denim-covered butt cheek as David passed, grinning when David tried and failed to evade it. Waiting until they dropped into their seats to lean over and whisper in David’s ear, Jonah couldn’t resist adding a little lick. “Plan B would be finding a blanket and waiting until they dim the lights tonight.”

  The look of horror that came over David’s face wasn’t a shock. For all of David’s breeziness on the subject of rule-breaking, Jonah had him pegged as a basically law-abiding citizen. The little accompanying shiver he’d detected was gratifying, though.

  “You’re nuts! Do you know how much trouble we could get in?”

  Seated next to David, Jonah ran his fingers down the inside of David’s arm, stroking the soft skin there as he gazed into David’s dark eyes. “Nah, the worst it could be is indecent exposure or lewd in public. Don’t worry, though—we won’t get caught.”

  “Do I even want to know how you know that? You’re right we won’t get caught, because we won’t be doing any of that.”

  Jonah slipped his hand down to David’s knee, stroking there with the same rhythm he had us
ed on David’s arm. This time, though, his fingers strayed up under the first couple of inches of David’s shorts, creeping under the material to toy with the warm skin he found there. “It’s all up to you, I promise.”

  Despite doing his best to look indignant, David’s eyes gave him away, straying again and again back down to where Jonah was touching him. The little flare of his nostrils as he breathed in Jonah’s scent and the way his tongue flicked out periodically, as though wanting to taste, only confirmed that David was much more interested than he wanted to let on.

  “Besides,” Jonah continued, “I feel pretty good that the steward’s going to come through for us and get us a room. Meanwhile, I’m going to use the time to go over my stuff from the school—I know I’m forgetting something. What about you? You finally going to read your magazine?”

  David’s neck was right there, though, calling to Jonah. So he leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss on it, licking lightly at the slightly salty taste of it, letting it roll around on his tongue. Biting, tasting, Jonah hummed with pleasure. David held himself rigid at first, only gradually relaxing into Jonah, eventually even sighing softly.

  “I’m going to… I’m going to, um, yeah, read that article now. Cut it out, though. I need to focus.” David tilted his head, giving Jonah more room.

  Kissing down to the skin where David’s neck met his shoulder, in between bites Jonah murmured in agreement. “Yeah, that looked interesting. God, you taste good. I can’t wait to see you naked. I want your dick in my mouth again. You feel amazing.”

  “Gah! You can’t just say things like that.” There was a disconnect between David’s words and his actions, though, because his hand came up to Jonah’s head, gripping Jonah’s hair and holding him in place.

  “It’s going to happen. Can’t you feel it?”

  “Stop distracting me.” David pulled away, still hanging on to Jonah’s hair, but angling Jonah’s head as well as his own to make eye contact. “You’re driving me crazy and we’re totally in public. Don’t you get it? A few more seconds and I’ll be jumping you—and that could cause problems.”