A/N: Haven't felt much like writing lately, so I worked on the only thing that I could work up any enthusiasm for. Please review if you would, to make your author happy and maybe pull her out of this slump. -DL
Chapter 12
Jazz lay draped back against Xavier's strong, naked body, his head resting on the other man's shoulder. He moaned, shuddering, because Xavier's big cock was buried to the hilt inside of him, and strong fingers were twisting and tweaking his nipples. After a night of amazing sex, when Jazz begged for a morning session, Xavier had told him that he was tired so Jazz would have to do all of the work. And so he was; his internal muscles were relentlessly milking and tightening on the length of cock pushed up into him, getting Xavier off without the other man having to move at all. Only his fingers moved, as they rubbed and pinched at Jazz's swollen nipples.
"That feels good, Jazz," Xavier murmured into his ear, just before his tongue traced the outer rim lightly.
Jazz shivered and bucked a little, making Xavier groan under him. "You're going to make me come," he husked into Jazz's ear next. "Do you want to make me come?"
Jazz whimpered an affirmative. A chuckle sounded low in his ear. "Then make me come, precious. Do it now."
This command made Jazz tighten up even more, especially since it was accompanied by a hurting, pinching tightness around his nipples that made him cry out. He squeezed as hard as he could, and heard Xavier harsh out a low sound as the cock buried inside of him began to twitch and thump. Jazz gasped in pain and pleasure at making Xavier come with just his muscles, his head rolling on the other man's broad shoulder. So good!
The fingers on his nipples stilled, then a strong hand slid down his chest and stomach toward his groin. "That was great, Jazz," Xavier husked. "Thanks."
Jazz only made a little begging noise, because his cock was so hard that it hurt. All he wanted was to come. Xavier laughed softly as his hand curled around the dark-red cock twitching between Jazz's slender thighs. "Somebody's all excited," he purred, his fingers tightening enough that they retarded any hope that Jazz had of orgasm. He whined desperately, lurching his hips upward. "What do you want, Jazz?"
"I want...to...come..." he gasped, arching his back.
"Beg," Xavier growled. "Beg for it."
He had no problems doing that. "Please," he whimpered. "Please let me come, Xavier."
"I love it when you beg, Jazz. You're so sexy," Xavier's teeth nipped at the side of his neck, even as the hand around his cock loosened and stroked.
Jazz cried out wildly, his whole body going rigid as he began to come all over Xavier's hand. He bucked and twisted, his mouth open as he came hard. Xavier's body steadied him and held him in place as the last waves of his orgasm subsided, and he slumped back against Xavier in a heap.
Silence descended. Jazz's chest heaved as he fought for breath, and Xavier's nose was pushing into his sweat-soaked silver hair. His hands were stroking over Jazz's fair skin lovingly, helping him come down from the high. "That's a nice morning ritual," Xavier commented. "I think I'd be into doing that every day. What about you, Jazz?"
He made a sound of affirmation, because he couldn't quite speak coherently yet. "You wore me out. I don't know how I'll make it through work today," Xavier said, sounding more amused than anything else.
Jazz stirred at last. "We have to go to work today?" he whined miserably.
A laugh. "Yes, gorgeous. Life doesn't stop just because you got laid. Tell you what - let's go take a long, hot bath together, then we'll have some breakfast and see if we can't wake up a bit."
Jazz tried to struggle up out of his lap, but his legs felt like spaghetti. Xavier laughed and pushed him upright, then got up himself and swept a surprised Jazz up in his arms and began to carry him toward the bedroom door. "Hey," Jazz said weakly. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying you," Xavier replied.
"You don't have to..." he began, struggling a little.
"I know I don't. But I want to. So stop squirming. We're almost there."
Jazz subsided, as Xavier carried him through the bedroom door and over to the door leading into the master bathroom. He used one hand to open the door, carrying Jazz into a large bathroom with a huge sunken tub in it. Jazz liked the look of that tub. It would fit two people nicely, even when one of them was as large as Xavier. It was made of a gorgeous peachy marble, and the fittings were decorated with silver leaves and flowers. Xavier stepped down into the tub and set Jazz down on his feet, before he stepped around him and leaned over to turn on the taps. Jazz distantly admired his sculpted ass and powerful thighs as Xavier added something to the water from a green glass jar. Instantly a musky scent began to drift up from the hot water.
"What is that?" he asked curiously.
"Bath salts. Man-style bath salts," Xavier replied with a crooked grin.
He came around and sat down in the tub, urging Jazz down between his legs. He put his arms around Jazz, setting his chin on Jazz's shoulder. "When's the last time you did something like this?" he asked curiously.
"What? Took a bath with somebody? Never," Jazz replied. "Showers, yes. But my bathtub isn't large enough for two people. Besides, that would be a weird thing to do with a one-night stand. It'd be kind of...uncomfortable."
"It's too intimate," Xavier agreed. "Even more so than sex. Way more so than sex, actually. Because you can have sex with a perfect stranger who you probably won't ever see again, but taking a bath with them..." he shrugged slightly.
"Yes," Jazz agreed. he felt cradled in Xavier's strong arms like this, with the warm water slowly rising in the tub and lapping at his thighs.
"You never took a bath with Ryan?" Xavier asked him softly.
He stiffened. "No," he replied shortly, then felt compelled to give a slightly longer answer. "We both lived in dorm rooms. There was a communal shower that everybody used."
"Good," Xavier said, and when Jazz turned his head to give him a look of surprise, he smiled grimly. "I don't want this to be tainted by any memories of that asshole ex-boyfriend of yours," he explained.
"Oh," Jazz said. He pushed backward against Xavier. "It won't be."
Xavier kissed him then, and their lips moved softly against each other in a long, slow osculation that made parts of Jazz turn to mush. he tried hard to ignore the fact that one of those parts was his heart, but it wasn't easy...
Basil eyed a glowing Jazz sardonically. "That good, is he?" he asked, trying not to sound envious.
"Oh, yes," Jazz replied happily. "My God, Bas, the man is a sex machine. I've never been with anybody who was so in shape before. He can go forever."
Basil sighed. "All right, I'm going to have to be officially jealous," he declared. "You lucky thing, you, Jazzer. Wish I could find a man like that. I'd probably never leave my flat again."
"I'd love to just hole up in his apartment forever, but he insists that we keep going to work," Jazz said, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know why; we can live on sex alone!"
"If only that were so," Basil remarked, shaking his head. "I must say, I never imagined I'd see this day arrive."
"What day? What do you mean?" Jazz asked in puzzlement.
Basil waved his wine glass in the air. "The day that Jazz Sullivan acquired a boyfriend," he replied.
Jazz burst out laughing. "What are you talking about? Xavier isn't my boyfriend."
Basil snorted genteelly, before taking a sip of his wine. "Darling, please," he replied when he could speak again. "It's me you're talking to. How many days have you and the wondrous lover Xavier Paretiss been having sex together now?"
Jazz's mouth opened. "Well...ummm...twenty or so," he said defensively.
"That's right. And you go out on dates as well, isn't that right?" Basil murmured.
"Sometimes. He takes me out to eat, or we go to the ballet, or the symphony...what?!" jazz said, waving his hands in the air. "That doesn't mean that we're boyfriends!"
"Jazzer, dear heart, that's EXACTLY what it means," an exasperated Basil said sharply.
Jazz looked uneasy over this logic. "But..." he began weakly.
"Please stop lying to yourself, darling. It'll do you no good in the long run," Basil said gently. "Besides, is it so bad to have a boyfriend? Especially a hot, sexy, hunk of meat like Xavier Paretiss? Has he hit you? Yelled at you? Slept around on you? Or done anything else awful in the last month or so?"
"Well, no," Jazz conceded, his fingers playing nervously with the stem of his wine glass. He bit at his pink lower lip, nibbling at it in one of his nervous gestures. "It's just...I never wanted another boyfriend, "he said mournfully.
basil's eyebrows rose. "ANOTHER boyfriend? I sense a story, Jazzer."
So Jazz told his best friend about the odious Ryan, and Basil listened attentively and was properly shocked and indignant over Ryan's behavior. "Oh, Jazzer, it makes sense that you wouldn't want another boyfriend after that," he commented when Jazz was done pouring his heart out. "But I'm betting that Xavier is nothing like this Ryan chap. Is he?"
"No, he's not," Jazz said. "I just don't know that I can trust him. I thought Ryan was wonderful at first, too, Bas. What if I'm wrong about Xavier?"
"Then you're wrong," his friend said bluntly. "And you can crawl back into your hole if he hurts you, and you never have to come out of it again. But, look, Jazzer, why not give it one more try? Give Xavier a chance to prove himself to you. What have you got to lose? And just think what you might win if he turns out to be a good man after all. Isn't it worth it to try? Isn't HE worth it?"
"I guess so," Jazz said.
"Not 'I guess so'. Yes or no. And keep in mind, Jazzer, that I'd kill to have what you do right now. Is Xavier Paretiss worth giving it just one more try?"
Jazz stared at him across the table. "After a moment he lifted his chin and said: "Yes. Yes, he is."
Basil nodded. "That's the spirit. And just remember, Jazz, if it doesn't work out you'll always have my shoulder to cry on. You know I'll always be there for you."
Jazz leaned over to take his hand across the tabletop. "I know that, Bas. You're the best friend I've ever had."
Basil smiled and squeezed his hand. "Never forget that, and we'll get along fine," he replied.
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Chapter 12
Jazz lay draped back against Xavier's strong, naked body, his head resting on the other man's shoulder. He moaned, shuddering, because Xavier's big cock was buried to the hilt inside of him, and strong fingers were twisting and tweaking his nipples. After a night of amazing sex, when Jazz begged for a morning session, Xavier had told him that he was tired so Jazz would have to do all of the work. And so he was; his internal muscles were relentlessly milking and tightening on the length of cock pushed up into him, getting Xavier off without the other man having to move at all. Only his fingers moved, as they rubbed and pinched at Jazz's swollen nipples.
"That feels good, Jazz," Xavier murmured into his ear, just before his tongue traced the outer rim lightly.
Jazz shivered and bucked a little, making Xavier groan under him. "You're going to make me come," he husked into Jazz's ear next. "Do you want to make me come?"
Jazz whimpered an affirmative. A chuckle sounded low in his ear. "Then make me come, precious. Do it now."
This command made Jazz tighten up even more, especially since it was accompanied by a hurting, pinching tightness around his nipples that made him cry out. He squeezed as hard as he could, and heard Xavier harsh out a low sound as the cock buried inside of him began to twitch and thump. Jazz gasped in pain and pleasure at making Xavier come with just his muscles, his head rolling on the other man's broad shoulder. So good!
The fingers on his nipples stilled, then a strong hand slid down his chest and stomach toward his groin. "That was great, Jazz," Xavier husked. "Thanks."
Jazz only made a little begging noise, because his cock was so hard that it hurt. All he wanted was to come. Xavier laughed softly as his hand curled around the dark-red cock twitching between Jazz's slender thighs. "Somebody's all excited," he purred, his fingers tightening enough that they retarded any hope that Jazz had of orgasm. He whined desperately, lurching his hips upward. "What do you want, Jazz?"
"I want...to...come..." he gasped, arching his back.
"Beg," Xavier growled. "Beg for it."
He had no problems doing that. "Please," he whimpered. "Please let me come, Xavier."
"I love it when you beg, Jazz. You're so sexy," Xavier's teeth nipped at the side of his neck, even as the hand around his cock loosened and stroked.
Jazz cried out wildly, his whole body going rigid as he began to come all over Xavier's hand. He bucked and twisted, his mouth open as he came hard. Xavier's body steadied him and held him in place as the last waves of his orgasm subsided, and he slumped back against Xavier in a heap.
Silence descended. Jazz's chest heaved as he fought for breath, and Xavier's nose was pushing into his sweat-soaked silver hair. His hands were stroking over Jazz's fair skin lovingly, helping him come down from the high. "That's a nice morning ritual," Xavier commented. "I think I'd be into doing that every day. What about you, Jazz?"
He made a sound of affirmation, because he couldn't quite speak coherently yet. "You wore me out. I don't know how I'll make it through work today," Xavier said, sounding more amused than anything else.
Jazz stirred at last. "We have to go to work today?" he whined miserably.
A laugh. "Yes, gorgeous. Life doesn't stop just because you got laid. Tell you what - let's go take a long, hot bath together, then we'll have some breakfast and see if we can't wake up a bit."
Jazz tried to struggle up out of his lap, but his legs felt like spaghetti. Xavier laughed and pushed him upright, then got up himself and swept a surprised Jazz up in his arms and began to carry him toward the bedroom door. "Hey," Jazz said weakly. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying you," Xavier replied.
"You don't have to..." he began, struggling a little.
"I know I don't. But I want to. So stop squirming. We're almost there."
Jazz subsided, as Xavier carried him through the bedroom door and over to the door leading into the master bathroom. He used one hand to open the door, carrying Jazz into a large bathroom with a huge sunken tub in it. Jazz liked the look of that tub. It would fit two people nicely, even when one of them was as large as Xavier. It was made of a gorgeous peachy marble, and the fittings were decorated with silver leaves and flowers. Xavier stepped down into the tub and set Jazz down on his feet, before he stepped around him and leaned over to turn on the taps. Jazz distantly admired his sculpted ass and powerful thighs as Xavier added something to the water from a green glass jar. Instantly a musky scent began to drift up from the hot water.
"What is that?" he asked curiously.
"Bath salts. Man-style bath salts," Xavier replied with a crooked grin.
He came around and sat down in the tub, urging Jazz down between his legs. He put his arms around Jazz, setting his chin on Jazz's shoulder. "When's the last time you did something like this?" he asked curiously.
"What? Took a bath with somebody? Never," Jazz replied. "Showers, yes. But my bathtub isn't large enough for two people. Besides, that would be a weird thing to do with a one-night stand. It'd be kind of...uncomfortable."
"It's too intimate," Xavier agreed. "Even more so than sex. Way more so than sex, actually. Because you can have sex with a perfect stranger who you probably won't ever see again, but taking a bath with them..." he shrugged slightly.
"Yes," Jazz agreed. he felt cradled in Xavier's strong arms like this, with the warm water slowly rising in the tub and lapping at his thighs.
"You never took a bath with Ryan?" Xavier asked him softly.
He stiffened. "No," he replied shortly, then felt compelled to give a slightly longer answer. "We both lived in dorm rooms. There was a communal shower that everybody used."
"Good," Xavier said, and when Jazz turned his head to give him a look of surprise, he smiled grimly. "I don't want this to be tainted by any memories of that asshole ex-boyfriend of yours," he explained.
"Oh," Jazz said. He pushed backward against Xavier. "It won't be."
Xavier kissed him then, and their lips moved softly against each other in a long, slow osculation that made parts of Jazz turn to mush. he tried hard to ignore the fact that one of those parts was his heart, but it wasn't easy...
Basil eyed a glowing Jazz sardonically. "That good, is he?" he asked, trying not to sound envious.
"Oh, yes," Jazz replied happily. "My God, Bas, the man is a sex machine. I've never been with anybody who was so in shape before. He can go forever."
Basil sighed. "All right, I'm going to have to be officially jealous," he declared. "You lucky thing, you, Jazzer. Wish I could find a man like that. I'd probably never leave my flat again."
"I'd love to just hole up in his apartment forever, but he insists that we keep going to work," Jazz said, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know why; we can live on sex alone!"
"If only that were so," Basil remarked, shaking his head. "I must say, I never imagined I'd see this day arrive."
"What day? What do you mean?" Jazz asked in puzzlement.
Basil waved his wine glass in the air. "The day that Jazz Sullivan acquired a boyfriend," he replied.
Jazz burst out laughing. "What are you talking about? Xavier isn't my boyfriend."
Basil snorted genteelly, before taking a sip of his wine. "Darling, please," he replied when he could speak again. "It's me you're talking to. How many days have you and the wondrous lover Xavier Paretiss been having sex together now?"
Jazz's mouth opened. "Well...ummm...twenty or so," he said defensively.
"That's right. And you go out on dates as well, isn't that right?" Basil murmured.
"Sometimes. He takes me out to eat, or we go to the ballet, or the symphony...what?!" jazz said, waving his hands in the air. "That doesn't mean that we're boyfriends!"
"Jazzer, dear heart, that's EXACTLY what it means," an exasperated Basil said sharply.
Jazz looked uneasy over this logic. "But..." he began weakly.
"Please stop lying to yourself, darling. It'll do you no good in the long run," Basil said gently. "Besides, is it so bad to have a boyfriend? Especially a hot, sexy, hunk of meat like Xavier Paretiss? Has he hit you? Yelled at you? Slept around on you? Or done anything else awful in the last month or so?"
"Well, no," Jazz conceded, his fingers playing nervously with the stem of his wine glass. He bit at his pink lower lip, nibbling at it in one of his nervous gestures. "It's just...I never wanted another boyfriend, "he said mournfully.
basil's eyebrows rose. "ANOTHER boyfriend? I sense a story, Jazzer."
So Jazz told his best friend about the odious Ryan, and Basil listened attentively and was properly shocked and indignant over Ryan's behavior. "Oh, Jazzer, it makes sense that you wouldn't want another boyfriend after that," he commented when Jazz was done pouring his heart out. "But I'm betting that Xavier is nothing like this Ryan chap. Is he?"
"No, he's not," Jazz said. "I just don't know that I can trust him. I thought Ryan was wonderful at first, too, Bas. What if I'm wrong about Xavier?"
"Then you're wrong," his friend said bluntly. "And you can crawl back into your hole if he hurts you, and you never have to come out of it again. But, look, Jazzer, why not give it one more try? Give Xavier a chance to prove himself to you. What have you got to lose? And just think what you might win if he turns out to be a good man after all. Isn't it worth it to try? Isn't HE worth it?"
"I guess so," Jazz said.
"Not 'I guess so'. Yes or no. And keep in mind, Jazzer, that I'd kill to have what you do right now. Is Xavier Paretiss worth giving it just one more try?"
Jazz stared at him across the table. "After a moment he lifted his chin and said: "Yes. Yes, he is."
Basil nodded. "That's the spirit. And just remember, Jazz, if it doesn't work out you'll always have my shoulder to cry on. You know I'll always be there for you."
Jazz leaned over to take his hand across the tabletop. "I know that, Bas. You're the best friend I've ever had."
Basil smiled and squeezed his hand. "Never forget that, and we'll get along fine," he replied.
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