Jonah groaned as if he was in pain. “Is this the same way you ended up in Iraq with me trying to keep you from taking a beating?”
Kellan chuckled. “No. Back then I was actually trying to prove a point and impress someone. Now I’m just feeding my own curiosity. They based their denial of Miguel Restrepo’s MOH on criteria never used before.”
“Would you be this curious if Restrepo had been a soldier instead of a Marine?” Jonah searched his face intently.
“I don’t know,” Kellan replied honestly. “But I’m distinctly uncomfortable with how they’ve called into question the word and the honor of an entire platoon of Marines.”
Jonah nodded his understanding. “Keep me posted.” He gathered up the folder of papers, closed Kellan’s laptop, and set everything on the floor beside the chair. “Now, can you obsess about this when I’m back in California?” His voice was pitched low and full of promise. “I’m only here for another week, so you should be obsessing about me.”
Kellan settled back in the chair, his heart kicking up in pace. He enjoyed the feel of Jonah’s heat beside him. “I always obsess about you. Any news on your billet?” Jonah had been allowed to attend the 1
st
Sergeant Course once his selection to 1
st
Sergeant was confirmed, but before he was technically promoted. They were waiting to hear where he’d be assigned once his promotion was implemented.
“Yeah, I heard days ago and I forgot to tell you.” Jonah’s sarcasm was palpable.
“Okay, stupid question,” Kellan said, raising his hands in supplication. “You know why I’m impatient.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jonah whispered, lowering his head for a gentle kiss.
Kellan slid his hands beneath Jonah’s shirt, feeling warm, smooth skin beneath his palms. Jonah moaned softly, arching into Kellan’s hands. Kellan rubbed his tongue against Jonah’s before it retreated. He chased Jonah’s mouth, opening immediately to him when Jonah changed the angle of the kiss. Jonah pulled back again, tilted his head and nipped at Kellan’s lower lip. Kellan lay back and let Jonah have his way. He watched Jonah’s wet, reddened lips each time he pulled back then closed his eyes in pleasure each time Jonah leaned in for a kiss.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Jonah murmured, tugging Kellan’s shirt awkwardly over his head.
Kellan ran his hands over Jonah’s back. He wanted to feel that warm skin pressed against his own. “You, too,” he said between heated kisses, pulling at the hem of Jonah’s shirt until he dragged it over his head.
He pulled Jonah to him, taking Jonah’s weight as he draped himself over Kellan’s body. Kellan moaned at the wet rub of their tongues against each other as Jonah kept his lips just out of reach. It was the kind of dirty kiss Jonah had gotten Kellan hooked on.
Jonah slid down Kellan’s body and straddled his legs. Kellan watched him, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen as he breathed heavily through them. Jonah’s long-fingered hands, as gentle as they were deadly, tugged at the waist of Kellan’s track pants. Kellan helped him, pushing the fabric downward and freeing his still-growing erection. He watched his own cock settle against his belly and give a single, impatient twitch.
Kellan gripped the base, holding his dick upright as encouragement for Jonah to do what they both wanted him to. Whenever Jonah did this for him, Kellan couldn’t help remembering their first time together. He’d wanted Jonah badly from the first moment they’d met. As Jonah’s platoon commander, Kellan hadn’t dared act on his desires. The night he’d told Jonah he was leaving the Marines, he’d been hoping the attraction was mutual and that he could finally know what it was like to be with Jonah.
Even after all this time, the memory was so vivid. That first night in the bedroom of Kellan’s small, rented house, when Jonah had knelt before him and sucked him down was seared into Kellan’s memory. He’d been a fool to let distance and DADT come between. For five lonely years he’d mistaken Jonah’s reserve for indifference.
Jonah’s fingers twined with his own at the base of his cock. Kellan sucked a deep, audible breath in through his nose at the sight and feel of Jonah’s mouth sliding down around his length.
“Fuck that feels good,” he said on an exhale. Kellan squeezed himself a little harder, battling for control. The wet heat of Jonah’s mouth was intense, all consuming. Kellan watched his blond head move rhythmically up and down as Jonah sucked him. The flat press of Jonah’s tongue against the underside of his cock made Kellan’s hips flex upward, trying to get just a little deeper.
Jonah’s lips were stretched wide around his width and Kellan reached out with his free hand to trace the corner of his mouth. He felt the head of his own erection glide against the inside of Jonah’s mouth. Kellan pressed the pad of his thumb to a spot where Jonah’s lips met his cock.
Kellan gasped when Jonah’s blue eyes flicked up to meet his. Jonah looked at him questioningly but didn’t break his rhythm.
“So fucking hot watching you suck me,” Kellan murmured, caressing Jonah’s wet lips. “Feels so good.”
Jonah’s fingers stayed twined with Kellan’s where they both gripped the base of Kellan’s cock. Kellan cupped Jonah’s cheek, skimming his thumb over the sharp bone and feeling Jonah’s mouth working him relentlessly. Jonah slid his free hand up Kellan’s hip and brought it to rest against his stomach, more affectionate than restraining.
Kellan tightened his grip on the base of his erection as a tingle swept through his balls and spiraled into his belly. Jonah watched him intently, eyes narrowed as he kept up his pace and tightened his suction. Each time he pulled back to the head of Kellan’s cock, Jonah left the shaft glistening wetly with his spit. The sight was like a punch to Kellan’s gut and his orgasm built up more quickly, his ball sac tightening.
“Fuck,” Kellan breathed. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come,” he whispered hastily, fingers tightening on his cock and on Jonah’s cheek.
Jonah pulled off all the way, moving slowly and rising to his knees. He smiled wickedly down at Kellan, mouth red and swollen, eyes luminous. “I love the sounds you make when I suck your dick,” he said. “I love to make you feel good.”
Kellan made a surprised noise when Jonah abruptly grasped his hips and tugged him down lower in the chair. Before Kellan could recover, Jonah was pulling his track pants over his hips and off his legs. Kellan’s heart beat faster in anticipation. He’d lost track of how many times they’d done this in the last week, but he couldn’t get enough. Neither man had any idea when they would have the chance again.
He watched Jonah open the fly of his own shorts. Kellan didn’t resist when Jonah gripped him by the knees and lifted. He was spread open for Jonah to admire and touch as he wanted.
Jonah frowned, his expression darkening. He tilted his head at a different angle, worry marring his handsome features.
Kellan’s stomach lurched. “What?” he asked, his mind racing over what it was that could so rapidly cool Jonah’s ardor.
“I’ve hurt you,” Jonah said quietly. With one hand, he gently caressed Kellan’s asshole, using just the tips of his fingers. “You’re red and swollen. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say something?”
Kellan shook his head in confusion. Jonah had pounded into him over and over in the last week and he’d enjoyed every single second. He’d grown slightly tender in the last day, but certainly not enough to prevent them from enjoying each other again, or to warrant the obvious distress on Jonah’s face.
“There’s nothing to say,” Kellan said with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’ve been well fucked, but I’m not in pain.”
Jonah continued to caress Kellan’s hole. Kellan flexed his hips, his muscles clenching in excitement and anticipation. He wanted Jonah to slip his fingers inside, to push into Kellan’s ass and fill him up again.
“We’ll do something else, this time,” Jonah said, sitting back on his heels and lowering Kellan’s legs. “Give you a chance to rest and heal.”
Kellan’s eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in the front of Jonah’s briefs, pushing out from the open front of his shorts. There were lots of other things they could do and Jonah was pretty damn good at all of them, but Kellan only wanted one thing.
“I don’t need to rest and there’s nothing to heal,” he said, trying to assure Jonah. “We can’t go dry again, so just get the lube and use plenty of it.”
“Kel, I don’t need—”
“But I want to.” Kellan interrupted Jonah’s protest. “Get the lube, get naked and fuck me, for Chrissake.”
“Jesus,” Jonah whispered, gripping himself through the front of his shorts, his face flushing deeper red.
He slid off the ottoman and disappeared, returning quickly with their partially used bottle of lubricant. Jonah hastily shed his shorts before once again kneeling between Kellan’s legs. Kellan admired Jonah’s erection as it stood proudly from the dark blond nest of curls. He loved the feel of Jonah’s cock when it slid past his rim and deep into his ass.
Kellan lifted and spread his legs, opening himself to Jonah. He smiled encouragingly.
Jonah doused his fingers generously with lube. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Kellan stroked his erection languidly and met Jonah’s gaze. “I’m a big boy, I
can
take care of myself.”
Jonah looked as though Kellan’s response had caught him off guard. He snorted a laugh. “That’s kind of hard to miss.”
Kellan hissed at the cold when Jonah’s fingers pressed to his tender hole. Jonah frowned in concern. Kellan bit down on his lower lip to keep from laughing at Jonah’s obvious distress. His laugh turned to a moan when one of Jonah’s fingers breached him. The smooth glide of Jonah’s finger inside of him eased the sting of his opening. Kellan was still slick from Jonah’s loving from that morning as well as the evening before. They only needed to be careful of his tender rim.
Jonah withdrew his finger and added more lubricant. Kellan sighed in pleasure when Jonah circled his opening with two gel-covered fingers. Now, the cool slick was soothing. The sensitive bundles of nerves made the ring of muscle clench. Kellan breathed deeply and reminded himself to relax.
A dollop of lube slid down the crease of Kellan’s ass. Jonah’s fingers caught it and smeared it against his hole.
“You’re a fucking tease, Jonah,” Kellan said on a laugh, squirming against the pressure of Jonah’s fingers pushing into him again.
“I’m afraid to hurt you again,” Jonah said, voice tight.
“You haven’t hurt me, yet,” Kellan replied quickly.
He watched Jonah smooth lube over his reddened erection, making it shiny with slick. Jonah aligned the head of his cock with Kellan’s hole. Kellan gripped Jonah’s ribcage as he leaned forward and loomed over. Jonah propped himself on the arm and the back of the chair and Kellan wrapped his legs around Jonah’s hips.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” Jonah said in a strained voice. “I’ll stop if you need me to.” He stared into Kellan’s eyes as he started to move.
Kellan arched and cried out when Jonah flexed his hips and pushed past the swollen, sensitive flesh of his opening. Jonah’s eyes widened and he stopped moving.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” Kellan gasped, tugging Jonah closer with his hands and his legs.
Jonah pressed forward, Kellan’s hole stinging and burning. His inner muscles relaxed easily, the comfortable familiarity of Jonah’s cock sending pleasure shooting up his spine. Jonah’s thighs met Kellan’s ass cheeks and the base of his cock stretched Kellan’s hole, bringing back the sting and the burn. Kellan gasped.
Jonah froze but he never looked away from Kellan’s eyes. “Okay?” he gasped.
“Fuck, yeah.” Kellan groaned, sliding his hands down Jonah’s back to grip his ass and encourage him to move.
Slowly at first, Jonah moved in and out of Kellan’s body. Kellan smiled up at him, watching Jonah’s flush deepen and his eyes brighten. Their harsh breathing was loud in the quiet room, punctuated by the sound of skin on skin. Each inward flex of Jonah’s hips filled Kellan’s ass. Every few thrusts, Jonah circled his hips and the head of his cock subtly brushed against Kellan’s sweet spot. He moaned softly each time, telling Jonah he was getting it just right.
“Fuck,” Jonah said in what sounded like a quiet sob. The weight of his body settled over Kellan, the heat of his skin warming Kellan where they touched. “You feel so good. I’m so fucking close already.”
Kellan wrapped his arms around Jonah’s chest, amazed at how quickly Jonah’s climax had come on. They’d fucked so often during the last week, it was surprising either of them had anything left.
Jonah’s breath was hot against Kellan’s skin where he’d buried his face against Kellan’s neck. Kellan cried out when Jonah picked up his rhythm and changed the angle of his thrusts. Each inward stroke nailed Kellan’s prostate.
“Jesus Christ,” Kellan shouted, a violent shudder rolling through him. He couldn’t catch his breath. He clutched at Jonah’s back and clung to him.
“Come on, Kel. Come for me. Wanna feel you come.” Jonah was murmuring against Kellan’s throat.
He could hardly hear Jonah’s words. Kellan’s own breathing and cries nearly drowned him out. Kellan reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand around his own aching, leaking cock. With Jonah slamming against his gland relentlessly, Kellan was instantly on the verge of coming. He stroked himself in time with Jonah’s hips, his inner muscles clenching at Jonah and his balls tightening and lifting.
“How the fuck do you do that?” Jonah asked in a strangled voice just before he slammed into Kellan’s body and froze.
Kellan’s muscles locked up and he tightened around Jonah’s cock, buried deep inside of him. Even as the first hot splash of come landed between their bodies, Kellan felt Jonah pulse deep inside of him. Liquid heat flooded him yet again, even as it covered the skin of their chests and bellies.
Jonah collapsed on top of him. Kellan knew their positions in the chair would be uncomfortable in a few minutes, but he didn’t care. He liked the feel of Jonah against him and inside of him. He dreaded the flare of pain he knew was coming when Jonah pulled out. Kellan really was going to have to give his hole a rest now. It was okay; he could think of a lot of things he could do to Jonah in the meantime.