Just Shy of Heaven
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Chapter 8
Zander was feeling nervous. While this wasn’t a new state of affairs for him, it was more intense than usual. He worked away in his kitchen, trying to concentrate on the dessert he was making and not on the man currently sitting on his couch petting his ecstatic cat. If he did that, if he only saw the baker’s chocolate he was crumbling into the mix, he wouldn’t have to think about anything else…
Like how it was Sunday. Not the Sunday after their first date together, but the Sunday AFTER that. Tobias had left him with a somewhat chaste kiss on his doorstep after they’d gone to the restaurant last Saturday. And he’d come to get Zander on Monday to take him to lunch, in what was becoming a normal situation for them. Each and every weekday he got to eat lunch with(and talk to) the Man in the Suit, the man of his dreams. Zander had never been happier in his entire life.
Yesterday they’d gone to see a movie together. Another proper date. Tobias had sat next to him in the dark, and Zander had seemed to feel the warmth of the man across the intervening space. When Tobias had dropped him off at home, he’d surprised both himself and Tobias by blurting out an invitation for the Man in the Suit to come to his apartment tomorrow just to hang out and eat a special dessert that Zander would make for him. Tobias had accepted with alacrity once he’d gotten over his surprise, and he’d kissed Zander on his doorstep in a way that he’d felt right down to his toes.
Last night he’d lain in bed wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Because Zander was aware that this was no ordinary invitation that he’d given Tobias - it was something more, instead. These last few weeks had been wonderful, but he wanted more. Needed more. Tobias’ amazing kisses were making him crazy. He wanted the Man in the Suit to touch him with his big hands, to caress him, to…
But now, in the light of day, Zander was losing his nerve. So he’d retreated to the kitchen rather than sitting on the couch with Tobias and asking him to pet Zander like he was petting Bearclaw. He felt tongue-tied and sweaty, and he cursed his shyness yet again as he poured batter into a pan and stuck it in the oven to cook. Would he ever really be able to move past it?! Or would he be cursed to always live alone, with no one to love him, just because he couldn’t move past this affliction that had dogged him since childhood?
Zander hesitated, but he finally forced his limbs to move. They felt watery as he walked slowly into the living room. He paused by the couch as Tobias glanced up at him with a smile. But his face sobered as he saw Zander’s expression. “Are you okay, Zander?” he asked softly, his fingers pausing in their scritching of Bearclaw’s exposed belly.
“I…” he wrung his hands together in front of him anxiously.
Tobias gently set the cat aside and rose to his feet, with an annoyed mewp of protest from Bearclaw. “What is it, Zander?” he asked softly, not moving any closer to the baker. His eyes searched Zander’s face closely, reading his every expression.
Zander bit at his lower lip. “I…” his voice was shaking, but he plowed on with determination. “I’m sorry. I just…I…wanted you to come over today…because…”
Tobias held out his hands to Zander. “Because why, Zander?” he said gently. “Tell me.”
Zander closed his eyes. “I want…I want you to…umm…I like it when you kiss me!” he blurted out desperately.
“Oh? I’m glad that you like it when I kiss you, Zander,” Tobias said calmly. “Because I really like kissing you. Do you want me to kiss you some more, is that it? Because I’d love to do that.”
“No!” his eyes flew open at his own vehement denial. “I mean, I like it when you kiss me, I really do, I just…I…want more!”
Had he really just said that? Zander froze as Tobias blinked. “You want…more.” he repeated. “More as in…what? What do you want me to do, Zander? You have to tell me, otherwise I won’t try anything more because I don’t want to spook you.”
Zander hugged himself tightly. “I want you to…touch me,” he whispered.
Tobias’ mouth opened slightly, and his eyes filled up with a darkness that made Zander tremble wildly. “I would love to touch you, Zander,” he rasped, making the baker shudder. “Why don’t we start with some more kissing? I’ll ease you into touching,” and he stepped toward Zander, who couldn’t have moved if he’d tried.
Zander found himself gathered up in Tobias’ strong arms. “I won’t hurt you, Zander,” he crooned. “I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?”
He nodded silently. Painfully shy as he was, he still trusted Tobias utterly. Seeing this, Tobias smiled crookedly. “”I love your faith in me to, Zander. I’ll always try to earn it,” and he bent his head to softly kiss Zander on the lips.
Oh, he liked this. They’d been doing this kind of thing for almost two weeks, now. Zander let his arms creep up around Tobias’ neck, and he clung to the Man in the Suit as lips moved lightly over his own. His mouth opened automatically to admit Tobias’ questing tongue, and he moaned helplessly into the kiss as hands slid around and caressed the length of his back.
He squeaked into Tobias’ mouth as those impudent hands closed over his ass and gently kneaded it. He might have frozen or pulled away, but Tobias diverted his attention by capturing his tongue and sucking on it at the same time. Zander, torn between shyness and desire, felt himself going pliant and limp in Tobias’ arms.
He yelped as he suddenly found himself straddling Tobias’ lap on the couch. He looked down with wide eyes at the Man in the Suit, who smiled encouragingly even as his hands caressed Zander’s slim hips. “Don’t worry, don’t be scared, Zander,” he husked. “You can jump up and flee at any time if you hate what I’m doing to you. It’ll all be up to you to decide what’s right and what’s wrong for you. And if you really want me to stop, just tell me and I will. Now I’m going to touch you like you wanted me to. All right?”
It wasn’t totally all right, but Zander forced himself to nod anyway. He wanted this so much! And he was so tired of his crippling shyness getting in the way of the things he wanted. So he shyly lowered his eyes and shivered as Tobias’ hands slid under his t-shirt and began to make caressing circles on the pale skin of his belly, and little noises escaped his throat as they moved higher and higher - rucking his shirt up at the same time to bare his chest and belly to Tobias’ hungry gaze.
His hands gripped Tobias’ shoulders hard as the other man bared his nipples. Looking up into his face, Tobias deliberately skimmed his thumbs over the tightly budded peaks. Zander cried out, his back arching into this caress and a flush beginning to creep up into his cheeks. Entranced, Tobias began to make circles with his thumbs over the rucked nubs, putting a little more pressure on them and gently tweaking one between his fingertips. Zander mewled and quaked, clearly so far gone already that he’d almost completely forgotten his shyness.
Tobias surged up and closed his mouth over one of those rosy pink nipples instead, needing to taste it. Zander’s cry of shock turned into a gasp of pleasure as Tobias’ tongue lapped and licked at his oh-so-sensitive left nipple over and over again. He grabbed onto Tobias’ hair and gripped it tightly, making him wince a little. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to torment the sweet bit of engorged pink flesh, suckling at it until Zander was reduced to a quivering wreck in his lap.
Tobias lifted his head at last, a satisfied, victorious gleam in his eyes when he looked at the slumped and panting Zander. Her leaned forward a bit more and began to lick at the side of Zander’s neck, tracing the tendons with his tongue before nipping gently at the skin where the neck met the shoulder.
Zander made small sounds that were really driving him crazy, and his hands moved almost of their own volition to the front of Zander’s jeans. The baker didn’t even seem to be aware of what was happening, and Tobias decided to keep it that way by nibbling at the lobe of his ear and then sucking at it. His fingers made quick work of the snap and the zipper, and a sudden jerk told him that Zander had become aware at last that his jeans were being opened.
Tobias made a preemptive move then, claiming Zander’s mouth in a deep kiss to take his mind off of what was happening at his waist. It worked;
Zander began to kiss him back a little, and was clearly far too busy concentrating on that to notice that his jeans were being slid down his hips with stealthy skill. Tobias grinned to himself as he moved his mouth over Zander’s and at the same time began to slide his underwear down his hips, just enough to free the cock he could feel straining against the fabric. He released the back of Zander’s head and reached down between them to grasp his cock instead - and Zander came away from his mouth with a loud cry of shock and surprise as Tobias’ hand cupped him and slid the length of him on a single stroke.
He might have run away right then - but Zander couldn’t move! Tobias was touching his…oh, God! And then that nimble hand rubbed at the tip of him, before it slid back down the shaft all the way to his balls and then back again. Zander was overwhelmed with the feel of someone else’s hand on his cock…and not just any hand, a hand belonging to the Man in the Suit! He panted wildly, his chest heaving, as Tobias laid a string of kisses along his jaw, even as he continued to caress Zander’s penis so wonderfully. “Is this how you want me to touch you, Zander?” Tobias said into his ear, his hot breath making Zander shudder.
He couldn’t reply. He could only gasp and shake and make frantic noises full of pleasure in the back of his throat. Tobias licked at his ear, tracing the rim with his tongue, even as his fingers found that place just under the head and pressed lightly on it. Zander bucked and whined, his hands flailing before they grabbed Tobias’ shoulders again. He hung on for dear life as the Man in the Suit continued to molest him so pleasurably that he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see…
“Ohh, ohh, ohh,” he panted, unable to speak coherently. He could feel an overwhelming surge within himself, like the orgasms he got by masturbating only times a thousand…
His head flew back and he wailed as he began to come all over Tobias’ fingers. Lips sketched his chin and closed over his mouth, drinking in his sounds of pleasure as he shuddered in Tobias’ arms. He went limp, lying against one broad shoulder, his face buried in Tobias’ shirt. A single hand rubbed at his back tenderly. “I’ve gotta say,” he dimly heard Tobias remark above his head, “I like touching you, Zander. I’ll do that again for you anytime you want.”
Chapter 9