Pushing his mouth toward the base of Jonah’s cock, Kellan took him as far down his throat as he could. He paused, breathing steadily through his nose. The musky scent of Jonah’s pubic hair made Kellan’s dick twitch and push against the front of his jeans. He pulled off slowly, leaving Jonah’s shaft shiny and wet.
The hand Jonah used to grasp Kellan’s released him abruptly, sliding into Kellan’s hair and gripping the back of his head. Kellan felt Jonah’s fingers clench reflexively, as if he was struggling not to drag Kellan’s head forward. Kellan smiled around the width of Jonah’s cock.
Using both hands to grip Jonah’s hips, Kellan steadied him. When Kellan found his rhythm, he slid his hands around to grasp Jonah’s ass cheeks. Kellan pulled Jonah forward, pushing the head of the thick, vein-filled cock further down his own throat. Easing back, Kellan guided Jonah’s hips backward, until his erection nearly slid from between Kellan’s lips. He sucked Jonah’s dick down again, pushing firmly with his tongue to increase the pressure and the friction.
“Kellan,” Jonah cried out. It was partly desperate and almost entirely affectionate. “It’s been too long, I can’t hold back. Is this how you want it?”
Kellan’s head spun with his victory and his cock throbbed with a fresh rush of blood. He pulled off of Jonah’s erection with a loud, wet gasp. “Maybe later,” he rasped.
As Kellan climbed to his feet, Jonah tugged him up and dragged him into his arms. Kellan wrapped his arms around Jonah’s torso and opened his mouth eagerly for the hard, wet kiss. His stomach clenched and fluttered when Jonah’s fingers tickled him as they struggled with the button of his jeans.
Kellan’s impatience got the better of him. He pivoted his hips, nudging Jonah toward the bed. Jonah resisted, refusing to fall backward when his legs contacted the mattress.
“I want you naked with me,” Jonah demanded, his fingers again getting in Kellan’s way.
Kellan’s cock ached as he finally managed to get his fly open. “I’m trying,” he said against Jonah’s mouth. “Now just get on the bed.”
At last, Jonah capitulated, lying back against the plump pillows stacked against the headboard. He looked hungry and impatient for Kellan to debauch him. Kellan toed off his Vans and kicked them aside. Hurriedly, he pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled Jonah’s hips.
Kellan rocked back and forth, watching Jonah’s expression, enjoying the play of emotion and sensation across his face. Kellan circled his hips, Jonah’s cock rubbing against his ball sac and sliding against his hard cock. Jonah’s skin was warm against Kellan’s thighs, his muscles firm as he pushed upward rhythmically. When his cock dragged against the length of Jonah’s, Kellan shuddered.
Jonah sat up abruptly, wrapping his arms around Kellan’s torso and pulling him down. Kellan breathed harshly through his nose as Jonah kissed him relentlessly. Jonah’s tongue was rough and demanding, sweeping through Kellan’s mouth and over his teeth.
Kellan pushed out of Jonah’s arms, breaking their kiss with a loud, wet smack. Jonah grabbed for him, making a frustrated sound low in his chest.
“I can’t wait,” Kellan said angrily. He’d wanted to drag this out, make it last. He’d wanted to drive them both insane with need before they consummated their reunion but he had to have Jonah now.
Kellan dragged open the drawer of the bedside table. He withdrew a large bottle of lubricant. They’d gotten tests and results six months after they’d both gotten back from Iraq. There hadn’t been a condom between them for eighteen months.
Jonah hissed when Kellan covered the head of his cock with lube. Kellan spread the viscous liquid down the shaft.
“Wait,” Jonah gasped, “are you sure you want it like this?”
“Yeah,” Kellan replied breathlessly. “Are you?”
“If it’s what you want. I don’t care, I just wanna be with you.” Jonah’s body strained against Kellan’s.
Coating his fingers with lube, Kellan reached between his own legs. Jonah groaned, his eyes going wide. Kellan pushed his slick fingers into his ass, coating his inner walls. Shifting position, Kellan lined up the head of Jonah’s cock with his own clenched opening.
He braced his free hand against Jonah’s chest. With his other, Kellan held Jonah’s erection against his asshole. His thighs trembled slightly. “Hold me steady, Jonah,” he whispered, his body aching to be filled.
Jonah’s broad, strong hands spanned Kellan’s ribs and steadied him. Kellan pushed himself downward, taking Jonah’s cock into his body. He cried out loudly as the abrupt breach of his hole sent a frisson racing up his spine. Kellan braced both hands against Jonah’s chest and rose up slightly before he sank down again, taking Jonah’s dick even deeper.
Euphoria washed over Kellan when he finally had Jonah all the way inside. When his ass cheeks pressed to the tops of Jonah’s thighs, Kellan stopped moving. He waited for his body to adjust to the invasion and the stretch. With each breath, he moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, Kel,” Jonah growled. “You okay?” His hands on Kellan’s ribcage trembled.
Kellan gave a sharp nod. He bit down on his lower lip and started to move. Adjusting his grip and his angle, Kellan wrapped his hands around Jonah’s biceps. He moved up and down, taking Jonah deep. He rocked back and forth, grinding against Jonah and getting just a teasing hint of pressure against his sweet spot.
Gooseflesh rose on Kellan’s skin. His blood roared in his ears, he panted, and his erection swayed heavily as he rode Jonah’s hard cock. Kellan watched Jonah, using his shifting expressions to guide Kellan’s movements as they pushed and shifted against each other. The room filled with low pitched grunts and masculine groans. Kellan was sweating and it slicked his skin.
Fuck, Kellan had missed Jonah. After a five year separation, they’d had nearly two years together before Jonah had been ordered to return to Camp Pendleton. They’d spent the last six months clear across the country from each other, with Jonah unable to get leave and Kellan still catching up on long neglected projects.
Jonah startled Kellan by moving quickly. He grabbed Kellan’s forearms and tugged him down. Kellan toppled forward onto Jonah, palms skidding along the comforter.
“You’re too far away up there,” Jonah said roughly. “I can’t feel you against me.”
Kellan’s chest was wrapped in the steel band of Jonah’s arms, his head cradled in the palm of Jonah’s hand. When he moved, Jonah’s body slid against Kellan’s sensitive cock, sending a jolt rocketing up Kellan’s spine. Kellan moaned into Jonah’s hot mouth, rubbing his tongue against Jonah’s aggressive one.
Jonah’s fingers tightened in Kellan’s hair and yanked his head backward, breaking the kiss. Kellan cried out, Jonah’s mouth hot and wet on his throat.
“Oh fuck, Jonah,” Kellan said, voice torn.
Kellan was held tight against Jonah’s body. He clutched at Jonah’s shoulders, his cock pressed between their bodies and rubbing against both of their bellies. Kellan didn’t have leverage to move like he had been. Instead, Jonah took over, snapping his hips upward. His dick slid deep inside of Kellan, stretching his rim. The power of his thrusts tore broken cries from Kellan’s throat.
“Feels so good to be inside you again,” Jonah whispered brokenly, keeping his face pressed tightly to Kellan’s throat.
Kellan wished Jonah didn’t still feel the need to hide when he told Kellan what he was feeling. At least he could feel it in Jonah’s every touch. Sparks scattered behind Kellan’s eyelids each time Jonah’s cock slid deep inside of him. Their sweat-slick bellies stroked Kellan’s rigid, sensitive cock.
“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah,” Kellan chanted in a harsh whisper. His body vibrated as his orgasm built momentum. He was trapped between wanting Jonah’s cock deeper, and needing more friction on his own straining erection. Kellan’s fingers tightened reflexively on Jonah’s shoulders as a thunderstorm seemed to rage through his body. “Fuck, Jonah, like that, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
Kellan’s body tightened and he couldn’t move. His spine bowed as he lay atop Jonah, his ass clenching tight around Jonah’s cock. He was joyously helpless as Jonah fucked up into him, forcing wave after wave of his climax out of him. Kellan’s balls ached, his dick throbbed as hot come pooled between their bodies.
“Christ, your ass is so tight around me,” Jonah murmured as he held Kellan’s shuddering body. “I love to feel you come against me, feel you in my arms as you come.”
Even as Kellan’s orgasm eased its hold on his body, Jonah’s slammed into him. Kellan was pinned against Jonah’s heated body as he quaked and gasped. Jonah’s cock pulsed deep inside of Kellan’s ass. Hot jets of come coated Kellan’s inner walls, filling him and heating him at his core. Jonah chanted mindlessly against Kellan’s neck, his breath hot and moist.
When Jonah collapsed against the bed, as if boneless, Kellan relaxed down on top of him. He knew he should move. He could smell their sweat and his own come, knew it was drying tacky between them. Jonah’s cock was softening, beginning to slide from Kellan’s ass, his jizz leaking out. Kellan simply couldn’t get his muscles to move.
Beneath him, Jonah’s chest heaved with each harsh breath. Kellan’s matched Jonah’s, as they lay pressed together. He really should get up and get them clean.
§ § §
Kellan went to answer the knock at the hotel room door. He glanced around once more to make sure it wasn’t glaringly obvious two men were staying in a hotel room with a single bed. Not that it really mattered, but like Jonah said, why flaunt it?
He tipped the middle-aged man who wheeled in the cart and left it by the sliding glass door. When Kellan glanced out to the terrace again, Jonah was comfortably reclining on a chaise lounge, eyes closed. Kellan wouldn’t mind a nap but he needed food first.
Jonah set a low table between two deck chairs placed facing each other, while Kellan uncovered all the food dishes and unwrapped the utensils. Jonah pressed himself against Kellan as he looked over the appetizing food. They loaded their plates, moving around each other in a comfortable silence, finally settling down on the terrace to eat.
Before Kellan could take a bite, Jonah offered him a strawberry from his own plate. Kellan’s pulse fluttered as he took the offered fruit from Jonah’s fingers, chewing slowly. Jonah surprised him by leaning across the small table to place a soft kiss on Kellan’s mouth. When he drew back, Jonah’s expression was warm and affectionate. Kellan enjoyed this gentler side of Jonah.
“So, I optioned for First Sergeant in my latest fit-rep,” Jonah said without preamble.
Kellan stared at him for several moments, trying to gauge what the declaration really meant. He wasn’t quite ready to let himself hope. “Is that because you want to?” he asked carefully. “Or did I pressure you? Because that wasn’t my intention.”
“No, I never felt pressured,” Jonah reassured him quickly. “You gave me a lot to think about and consider that I might not have otherwise.”
“Master Sergeant is a very valid career path,” Kellan said, needing Jonah to be sure. Needing Jonah to say the words.
“I realized you had a good point. I’ve proven my skills and leadership abilities in combat and technical billets.” Jonah paused to take a swallow of beer, looking out over the pool, not meeting Kellan’s eyes. “It would probably be pretty easy for me to make Master Gunny, but it’ll be a challenge to make Sergeant Major.”
“But when you do, you’ll be a well-rounded Sergeant Major,” Kellan said with a smile, pride swelling in his chest. Jonah was exactly the kind of Marine who could, and would, make it through the entire ranks of Senior NCOs before he retired.
Before Jonah could utter the snide remark Kellan knew he was formulating, Kellan pressed a red grape to his lips. Jonah took the fruit into his mouth along with Kellan’s thumb. He sucked gently and Kellan shivered in response.
“So, will you hear about the first round of promotions in time for the next First Sergeant’s class?” Kellan asked casually. The class was held in Quantico and would give them two weeks to be close to each other. Maybe more if Jonah wanted to take leave. Kellan was never sure, Jonah seemed so indifferent at times.
“I should, yeah,” Jonah replied and Kellan wondered if he detected eagerness. “Once I complete that course, I’m eligible for the five weeks of SEPME.” The corner of Jonah’s mouth quirked in a small smile.
“Good.” Kellan returned his grin. “I’m trying to line up as many speaking engagements on the west coast as possible.”
“I could make it easy and just take orders at Quantico or somewhere in D.C.” Again, Jonah looked everywhere but at Kellan.
“But you love California,” Kellan blurted, frowning. It almost sounded as though Jonah was offering more than Kellan had expected.
“No, I
like
California,” Jonah replied, pushing food around his plate. “I love
you
.”
Kellan stopped breathing, his blood thundered in his ears. His grip on his fork turned his knuckles white. “Good,” he said breathlessly. “I love you, too. But I don’t expect you to make career decisions to accommodate me.”
“I know, and that’s probably one of the reasons I want to do it,” Jonah said quietly. “Think about it, though; I’ve got a career that offers a lot of opportunity in multiple locations. You need to be in D.C. to do your job. It makes sense for me to move.”
When Jonah finally met his eyes, Kellan saw a myriad of emotions, none of which was indifference. “It would make me very happy to have you close by, but I don’t expect or demand it.”
“What if I’d be doing it for myself?” Jonah asked with just an edge of annoyance. “These last six months have sucked,” he said vehemently.
Kellan knew when to let something go. Jonah had made his decision and Kellan was convinced he’d made choices he would be happy with. That Kellan was lightheaded with joy as well, was just a side benefit.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Kellan changed the subject. “How are the guys of First Recon?”
Jonah lifted a shoulder negligently. “Same badass door kickers as always, just getting younger every year.”
Kellan chuckled. “How is Corporal Yarwood doing?”