Simple Things(12)

Jeremy shuddered. He'd never, ever been kissed like this. As much as  Jeremy wasn't promising with the kiss, Carter wasn't asking. It was a  kiss. And it was gentle and it made Jeremy glad he'd gotten the fuck  over himself for ten damn minutes and remembered his rules.

When he pulled back, Carter had a shy, crooked smile. "Hi."

"Hey." Jeremy took a step back, taking his hand from Carter's face.

"So," Carter began. "What's this? You need space? You wanna just hang  out?" That was the more grown Carter. Young Carter was inquisitive and  talkative, but rarely forward. He had the look of a man who wanted to  know where he stood, and Jeremy could respect that.

"Thing is, I like simple. My motto over the last several years has been  ‘keep it simple and always be straight forward'. No confusion, no hurt  feelings. I forgot that for a minute and got wrapped up in a  not-so-healthy thing. I don't wanna be a not-so-healthy thing for you. I  can't promise anything, I don't expect you to, either. But I liked  being with you." Jeremy sighed and admitted out loud, "It made me feel  good to be with you. I forgot it could feel good to be with someone."

Carter looked so sad for Jeremy, and Jeremy almost wished he'd kept his  mouth shut. "I liked it too. Honestly. You, uh, made me feel good, too. I  definitely wouldn't mind more of that. If that's what you want."

"You sure?"

Carter looked back out toward the pasture. "I know you've got a life in  Austin. I have one-kinda-in New York. I'm not even sure I'm looking for  something serious." Carter looked at Jeremy and his Adam's apple bobbed,  obviously nervous about what he was saying next. "Cards on the  table-I've been so alone for so long and I think you have too. And I  trust you. I do. I hope you can trust me. And maybe, while we're here,  we don't have to be so alone. Because around you, I don't feel alone,  never had."

Jeremy wanted to balk. That sounded heavy. That sounded intense. But he  yearned. He knew exactly what Carter meant. "A torrid winter affair  we'll remember when we're old?" Jeremy teased. Yeah, he remembered  Carter's love of big romantic films. Being gay himself, he hadn't wanted  to stereotype Carter for them when Carter was a teen, but...                       
       
           



       

"Shut up," Carter said, flushing. There was that boy, the romantic,  sweet Carter who had followed Jeremy around like he had a huge crush-the  one Jeremy had let follow him because he thought it was the only way he  would ever feel that warmth from the man, ever.

Part of him thought maybe they were about to get in over their heads,  but why not? If they only ever got this one brief respite, this short  amount of time together before they went on with their lives, why  shouldn't they take it?

"I don't have to take you out for dinner before I get lucky again,  right?" Jeremy asked, attempting to break their heavy stares at one  another. His body was already revving up, his cock pushing against his  zipper, wanting to play with Carter again.

Carter laughed and started up his ATV. "Nope. You just gotta catch me."

And he was off. Jeremy sputtered, "You fucker!" then he jumped on his ATV and was off.



When he caught up to Carter at the house, he was first off his ATV.  Carter stood until Jeremy was almost to him, but took off as soon as he  got close. Jeremy laughed and chased him. He knew if anyone saw them,  they would remember the countless hours all three of the kids had always  been chasing each other and slinging mud-literally. Though they may be  surprised to see it, because Jeremy hadn't exactly been his old, playful  self in a long, long time. But no one would get that this was some  man-child foreplay, and Jeremy couldn't deny it was as good for his soul  as it was for his libido.

Finally, he caught up with Carter where he was trying to open the door  that led up the stairs inside the garage to go up to Jeremy's apartment.  Too slow, Carter got pinned to the door and Jeremy showed him just how  excited he was, plastering himself bodily over Carter's back and  grinding his hard cock into Carter's firm ass.

He reached around to cup Carter and found him in a similar state. They both groaned and ground against one another.

"What are you, twelve again? Making me play chase?" Jeremy teased through heavy breathing.

"Thought we needed to lighten up a bit."

Jeremy smiled and suckled one of Carter's ear lobes, giving his hard  cock a squeeze through their denim prison. "I like how you think,  Darling."

With a flick of his wrist, Jeremy had the door open and he laughed  because when the door opened inward, Carter toppled forward. Carter  landed on all fours, cussing a little as he crawled and started using  the stairs to help him up. Jeremy popped his ass playfully.

"Aw babe, don't get up on my account. I like you like this."

Carter scowled over his shoulder, teasing, and made his way up the  stairs. Jeremy's eyes zeroed in on the naked ass that appeared as Carter  started shucking his pants on the way up. His brain short circuited.  Fuck yeah.

He slammed the door and locked it behind him, and made his way up as he  was shucking his own jeans. When he made it to the top, Carter was laid  back on Jeremy's bed, naked from the waist down, stroking his long,  white cock. It rose proudly from a neatly trimmed nest of bright red  hair that was similar in color to the hair on Carter's head, and Jeremy  smirked. He didn't think it was time to joke about carpets and drapes,  though.

He dropped to his knees between Carter's open thighs, running his hands  over the smooth skin there. "Fuck, your thighs are hard as rocks." He  looked up and grinned at Carter's open mouth and lust filled gaze. He  ran one hand up over Carter's soft, shaved balls, cupping them before  stroking Carter's cock with his other. "This is too."

Carter nodded. "Please suck me."

"Oh, I definitely will. I owe you."

Carter frowned. "No, I don't-"

"Carter, hush. I want to." Hell yes, he wanted to. He eyed his prize.  Carter's cock was marble white as the rest of his skin, veiny and thick.  The hint of pink in the head was the only color and it looked like it  was carved out of stone, one of those perfectly shaped cocks that had  Jeremy's mouthwatering.

He lowered his head and sucked Carter in. Both of them moaned, Carter  bucking his hips up a bit. Jeremy pulled off and licked around the head,  rolling it with his fist, giving Carter his most sultry look. He hadn't  been this fucking turned on just watching someone get pleasure from him  in a long time, if ever.

"Jeremy, please … "

Who was he to make the man beg? He took Carter back in and with a few  bobs of his head, sucked him deep into his throat. Carter's back bowed  as Jeremy buried his nose in Carter's pubes.

He pulled off and started stroking Carter's spit-slick cock,  concentrating on the head as he licked around his balls, mumbling  encouragements. Carter stopped him and pulled him up, kissing him,  sliding his cold tongue into Jeremy's mouth. He loved the feeling of it,  the feel of Carter clinging and their cocks now rubbing together.                       
       
           



       

Carter moaned, then grunted into Jeremy's mouth and suddenly there was  hot, spurting jets of cum flying between them. Jeremy took himself in  hand but Carter batted him away, using his own cum to stroke Jeremy's  cock. Jeremy dropped his head to Carter's shoulder and sighed  contentedly as his balls drew up and he added his own cum to the puddles  between them. They rocked against each other slowly, breathing loudly.

After a moment they stilled and just lay there, kissing each other,  touching. Just enjoying the moment drained Jeremy of a huge amount of  tension he'd been carrying around for so long.

"Wow," Carter said.

Jeremy pushed up on his elbows and looked down at Carter's blissed out  expression. "Glad to be of service." He was happy to see Carter wasn't  over thinking things like he had the night before. He chose to ignore  how content he was right then in a way that had only a little to do with  having just gotten off.

He got up and went to grab a towel to wipe off with from his en suite  bathroom. Carter stood to get dressed. Jeremy made a decision then, one  he knew was probably going to keep things from being quite as simple as  he intended, but it was what he wanted. "You don't have to go." Carter  looked at him, questioningly. "We can watching some of those upstairs  downstairs shows. You're the only other person who appreciates them like  me." He hoped the invitation didn't sound as needy as he feared it  might.

"You're sure?"