Keep Him Company

Keep Him Company was a story concept that a reader requested. After I read their message, I knew I had to write this story! It's super cute and low stakes. It's a bit of a slow burn with a good amount of character development. I hope you enjoy it!

All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18 years old.

Sarah stared out the plane window as it began to descend into the Seattle Tacoma International Airport. She nervously twisted her ring around her thumb as they bumped through the clouds and thought of her boyfriend Jason making the trek from California on his own. He would be driving a small moving truck carrying all their possessions in about four weeks' time.

Sarah wished she could have made the road trip with Jason. But the Gabel Cage Archive had wanted her to start work right away. Since they had paid for their entire move, she didn't feel as though she could ask for a later start date, especially a month later.

The archive, owned by a wealthy Seattle billionaire, had not batted an eye at the expense of flying Sarah out to the city and paying for a truck rental. They had, in fact, offered to hire a private moving company, but the thought stressed Sarah out.

She knew she was lucky to have been hired by GCA, especially so soon out of her Masters program. She had applied for archival positions of all levels throughout the country and while she had received a couple of other generous offers, GCA had made the best one, with the biggest salary, best benefits and luckiest of all, the most interesting work.

Jason had been elated when she shared the news with him. He took her out to an extravagant dinner to celebrate and insisted on paying even though she knew it was a huge expense for him on his music teacher/retail worker pay. She, of course, asked him to join her in moving up north and he had taken a thoughtful moment to consider it before committing.

Truthfully, he had been expecting this. He knew she had been applying all over the country and knew it wouldn't be long before she was hired somewhere. She was bright, engaging and deeply knowledgeable in her areas of expertise. So, he had already taken some time to consider how this would affect their relationship, him and his career. The latter of which, there wasn't much of right now. Teaching music was fun, but it wasn't what he wanted to do full time. He was still toying with what exactly he wanted to do with his music degree. He figured he could work it out in Washington just as easily as California.

The delay in Jason going to Washington with Sarah was the employment contract he had agreed to with a family, teaching their distractable daughter piano and he still had four weeks left on the contract. The girl's father, an attorney, had drawn up the contract, so there were no loopholes for early cancellation. Not to mention he couldn't leave his retail position at Hilary Music so abruptly. It was just a small family-owned music shop that he had worked at for almost five years now.

So, Sarah found herself navigating a new airport on her own and figuring out how to get around with her two carry-ons and one checked bag. She had planned to take public transit to the apartment she and Jason were renting, but after trying to make her way through the mess of the baggage claim and trying to find the train station, she gave up and simply called a ride from one of her apps.

In the end Sarah was glad she didn't try to rely on public transit; the apartment building was far outside the city, located quite a distance from the freeway and train station stop. Her driver told her she'd have to take a bus to one of the Park and Rides to use it. Sarah sighed as she contemplated starting that commute in a couple of days.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as the car pulled up in front of a small, quaint apartment complex. All ground floor units, surrounded by huge trees, grass and manicured bushes. A playground with a couple kids on the swings was visible from the front office, where her ride had dropped her off. She took a deep breath and pulled her bags into the office to get the keys to what was essentially her new life.

~~

"Sarah, this is Evan. You'll be working closely with him on preservation," Magda, Sarah's new supervisor, said.

"Great to meet you Evan," Sarah said holding out her hand but keeping her upper arm clamped down to conceal her sweaty armpit.

"You too," Evan said with a smile.

The smile lit up his whole face and Sarah couldn't help but notice what an attractive person he was. He was tall (she thought he was almost as tall as Jason), skinny, and had a delicate look to him.

"I'll leave you here with Evan, he should be able to give you the lay of land better than me anyway," Magda said good-naturedly. "Let me know if you have any questions. So glad to have you!"

Sarah sputtered some kind of reply before turning back to Evan. She was slightly embarrassed at her disheveled state. The commute had been her undoing this morning, as she had grossly underestimated how bad traffic would be getting to the nearest Park and Ride by bus.

Her bag hung heavily over her shoulder. Her puffy coat was unzipped and hanging open since it was much too heavy for the early spring weather. Rain speckled her hair which had frizzed up in the light drizzle that had plagued her commute and then stopped as soon as she walked into the front office of GCA.

"Here's your desk," Evan said gesturing to the empty side of a wide u-shaped table. "I guess our desk, since it's technically connected and I'm right here."

Evan gestured to a cluttered but somehow organized space.

"It looks great!" Sarah replied.

"Why don't you dump your stuff, and I'll give you a tour of the archives?" Evan offered.

"That's perfect," Sarah said.

~~

Sarah was astonished at how quickly she settled into work at GCA. It truly helped that it was fascinating and that there was a lot of it. Her projects were generating a lot of interest in the industry. Magda was already asking if she would attend conferences as GCA's representative.

It also helped that Evan was one of the sweetest guys she'd met. He had impressed her on their first day working together with his extensive knowledge of their rare book archive. He was also very friendly. On her second day in the office he invited her to join him and some friends for dinner.

After just two weeks in this position Sarah felt as if she had been with GCA much longer, but in a good way. She felt comfortable not only with the collection and equipment but also with the people. Evan was, of course, not the only other employee there. Each one turned out to be kind, helpful, friendly people. But none were as friendly as Evan. Soon, the two were having lunch together every day, either taking packed lunches to a nearby park if the weather was nice or grabbing a bite at a nearby restaurant.

One sunny day, while Sarah and Evan lunched at a picnic table in the park a gorgeous woman in yoga pants and sports bra went jogging by. Evan glanced at her for a split second before snapping his attention back to Sarah who was mid-sentence. She glanced quickly at the woman, then back to Evan.

"Sorry," he said with a sheepish grin. "What were you saying?"

"Smash or pass?" Sarah said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Huh?" Evan asked as he sipped his water.

"Smash or pass, on the jogger," Sarah said.

"Smash or pass?" Evan asked.

"Yeah, like smash meaning 'hot I'd hit that' or pass, 'not for me'," Sarah said.

She had a sudden moment of panic wondering if Evan would find this game vulgar or offensive. Some did, she thought it was just silly fun, they weren't rating people or condoning anything, just conveying preferences.

"Hmmm," Evan regarded Sarah for a second, noting her reddening cheeks. He finally grinned a little. "Jogger is a pass actually."

"Really?" Sarah said. "Interesting."

"Is it?" Evan asked.

Sarah shrugged and looked around. There was another woman wearing huge sunglasses, earbuds stuck into her ears and walking her dog.

"Dog walker?" Sarah asked.

Evan glanced at the woman, taking her in quickly.

"Smash," he said quietly.

"Hmmm," Sarah hummed.

"Tank top and short shorts," Evan said quietly, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Sarah turned subtly to look and saw a huge burly guy holding a gym bag walking by quickly.

"Mmmm pass," Sarah said. "So muscly."

"Too big huh?" Evan laughed.

"I like my guys spindly," Sarah laughed.

This game became their ritual and through playing it Sarah assumed that Evan was bisexual as he would often declare a smash or pass on any person he saw regardless of gender. Sarah focused solely on the men and rarely commented on the ladies. Some were pretty but the game was about attraction and while she could appreciate a good-looking woman she felt no attraction to them.

The pair began to hang out more and more outside of office hours and soon Evan was one of Sarah's closest friends. It was truly one of the best working experiences she'd ever had, sharing space with someone whom she felt she could really be herself around. This move was beginning to feel more and more like the right choice.

~~

"I'm nervous about coming up now," Jason confided to her the night before he would be arriving.

He had called her to check in as he drove the moving truck from California to Washington.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know. I guess I didn't really think this whole thing through," Jason said.

"What do you mean hon?" Sarah asked. "I'm really not picking up what you're putting down here."

"I'm not either," Jason admitted, with a pause. "I guess... it's just you've been out there for four weeks now, and you have friends and everything... I just, I dunno what if they don't like me or they think I'm a douche or something."

Sarah grinned a little to herself. Jason was sweet, nerdy, one of the kindest and most compassionate people she'd met. There was no way her new friends would think he was a douche.

"Sweetie," Sarah started. "Are you a douche?"

"No," Jason said.

"Do you plan to become one between now and when you meet them?" Sarah asked.

"No," Jason said.

"Well, I think you'll be fine," Sarah said. "I know meeting new people is intimidating, I've been doing it for weeks now. I'm not trying to minimize your anxiety. But just... be reassured, they will love you because you're amazing."

There was a long sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, OK," Jason said.

"And hey, you won't have to meet them all at once. I'll introduce you slowly," Sarah said.

"Alright," Jason paused. "I mean it doesn't help that you'll be leaving the day after I arrive."

Sarah winced and looked over at her half-packed bag. The work trip was very ill timed, but Magda had insisted she was the best person to appraise the possible rare book purchase from an estate in Maryland.

"I know hon," she said. "I'm sorry. I wish I was going to be here for your first week."

"It's going to be so lonely," Jason sulked. "We don't even have a pet yet."

"I'm still not convinced on a cat Jason," Sarah said quickly.

"I won't get one while you're gone, don't worry," Jason said, a slight playfulness in his tone.

"Well, hey, I have an idea," Sarah said.

"What? You'll let me get a cat after all? I was thinking a big dumb orange boy," Jason said.

"HA! No," Sarah laughed. "What if I introduced you to Evan tomorrow? Maybe help us unload the truck, you guys could meet, hang out, then you'll have someone to call when you get lonely."

There was a silent pause as Jason considered this option.

"I don't know Sarah," he said. "I mean, wouldn't it be awkward?"

"Not with Evan," Sarah promised. "He's so chill, you'll love him."

Jason sighed but ultimately agreed. Having someone he could call to grab pizza and beers with would be nice.

~~

When Sarah arrived home after work the next day Jason was there. She had jumped into his arms and the two had hurried and desperate sex. As the two lay panting in the newly unpacked bed, Jason rolled to his side and gathered Sarah into his arms.

"I missed you so much," he said kissing her shoulder.

"I could tell," she said with a grin.

She kissed his nose and ran a single finger over his spent cock.

He shuddered away from her touch, and she grinned mischievously at his wince of sensitivity. A light jingle from Sarah's phone informed her she had a text. She quickly read over the text from Evan.

"We should get dressed, he's on his way," Sarah said.

"Where does he live?" Jason asked kissing her neck. "Far or..."

He cupped a hand around one of her breasts kissing her shoulder again.

"Not that far mister," Sarah said playfully swatting his hand away. "But we do have time for a quick rinse off."

The two hopped in the shower together before their guest arrived. Forty minutes later the trio sat in Sarah and Jason's small living room, sipping on glasses of wine poured from the bottle Evan brought along.

"Sorry it took an extra ten minutes to get here," Evan said. "There was an accident on the freeway, of course."

"Of course?" Jason asked curiously, looking out at the spring sunshine.

"Oh yeah," Evan said waving a hand. "When it rains people lose their minds and when it's sunny people can't see or something. Basically, there's never good weather for a driver in Seattle."

"That's... weird," Jason said.

"Yes, welcome," Evan said toasting with his glass.

Jason and Sarah laughed and clinked their glasses with his. They talked more about the quirks of living in Seattle and the surrounding area, favorite spots for different weather conditions, books, movies, hiking, and nightlife.

They also finished unloading the truck after draining their first glass of wine. The couple didn't have a lot of stuff. It had seemed like much more when Jason was packing it all up on his own. With Sarah and Evan helping with unloading, the task went much faster, which was nice.

What's more is that Jason found that Sarah was right, Evan was chill. He was easy to talk to and funny. He couldn't help but like Evan right away. After the truck was empty, they hung out for a few more hours before Evan declared that he should go.

"I don't want to keep you up too late Sarah," Evan said. "What time are you heading to the airport?"

"Early," Sarah said. "Much to Jason's disappointment."

"Well, Jason, since you'll be up anyway how about breakfast tomorrow?" Evan asked.

"Oh! Uh, sure, I don't really know any good places or anything," Jason sputtered.

"Not to worry! I'll pick a good place and pick you up. Just put your number in my phone, I'll text you when I'm out front," Evan said handing his phone over to Jason.

Jason entered his phone number and hit save.

"Great!" Evan said. "Smile handsome!"

Jason hesitated then a small grin crept over his features and Evan snapped a picture.

"That's a good one," Evan said as he saved it to Jason's contact. "I'll send it to you Sarah."

"Thanks Evan!" she said, with a smile.

"See you tomorrow," Evan said pointing to Jason as they walked him to the front door.

"Ye-yeah, OK," Jason said waving.

After the door closed, Sarah twisted the locks and turned to Jason.

"Well? He's fun right?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, he is," Jason said. "I might actually hang out with him."

"Well tomorrow for sure at least," Sarah said. "But right now, I need to head to bed."

She yawned widely and stretched, grabbing at Jason's butt.

"I thought you were tired," he said with a laugh.

"I think I've got enough in me for one more round," she grinned planting a kiss on his lips.

~~

There was a sharp knock on the door and Jason jolted awake. He had taken Sarah to the airport that morning and passed out on the couch when he returned home. The drive to and from the airport had taken an hour and a half. Although it was the weekend, traffic was heavier on the way home and it took him twice as long to get back to their apartment. He yawned widely and stood to answer the door.

"Morning sunshine," Evan said. "I texted you, but you didn't reply. Still want to grab breakfast?"

"Sorry, yeah, breakfast sounds good," Jason replied.

"Ready? Or do you need a minute?" Evan asked.

"I'm good to go," Jason said grabbing his keys and patting his pockets to check his wallet and phone were still there.

"Alright, we aren't going far. There's a cute place on the waterfront," Evan said.

"OK," Jason replied again stifling a yawn.

"Are you sure you want to go out? We could push it back to lunch or dinner if you want to sleep," Evan offered.

"No, no, I just fell asleep after dropping Sarah off," Jason said locking the door and following Evan to his car. "I'll perk up again in a second."

"Alright," Evan said.

He drove them to a cute cafe with a pretty view of the water and ferry boats making their crossings. After they were seated Jason and Evan immediately ordered coffee, which appeared in front of them moments later.

"I'll have a mimosa as well. It's the weekend after all," Evan said as the waitress filled two mugs with steaming coffee.

"I prefer a Bloody Mary myself," Jason said with a smile.

"Get one!" Evan urged.

"Oh, no. It'll just send me back to sleep," Jason said sipping his coffee.

In truth, he was nervous about how much this would cost. He didn't have a job lined up and hadn't started promoting his music lessons, that would be his plan for later that day; return the rental truck and start job hunting.

Sarah had offered to leave her credit card for him, but he told her not to, that he would be fine. He just needed to be frugal until he could start making an income again. He had a modest savings built up that he could dip into while he got his bearings up north. He just wondered how long it would take for him to find them.

"What's up Jason?" Evan asked.

"Huh? Oh nothing, no, I'm fine," Jason tried for a smile, but it came out strained.

Evan stared at him for a second before setting his menu down and waving the waitress over.

"Are you two ready to order?" she asked.

"I think corned beef hash for me," Jason said. "Eggs over medium, sour dough toast please."

"Hashbrowns ok?" she asked.

"Fruit please," Jason said.

The waitress nodded and jotted down his order before looking over at Evan.

"Bananas foster French toast for me, and I think my friend could use Bloody Mary," he said with a smile.

"Oh! Evan, no, really," Jason began.

"Please, my treat!" Evan replied.

Jason sighed a little and felt his mouth water at the thought of a nice spicy Bloody Mary.

"OK, yeah, I'll take one," Jason said with a shy smile.

"Spicy?" the waitress asked.

"Yes, please," Jason said.

"Alright, that'll be right out," she smiled and took their menus from the table.

"Spicy huh?" Evan asked, leaning forward taking a sip of his mimosa, his thick eyebrows waggling.

"Heh, yeah, a little spice never hurt anyone right?" Jason asked.

Evan laughed and nodded. The two men chatted easily, continuing some discussions from the night before. A Bloody Mary appeared on the table and Jason's eyes teared from the peppery spice of it, a little cough escaped which caused Evan to laugh heartily. Their food came shortly after, and the two men dug into their meals with gusto.

Evan ordered a second mimosa and eventually brought up the smash or pass game that he played with Sarah on their lunch breaks. Jason laughed as he swiped a piece of his sourdough toast through the slightly runny yolk of his eggs.

"Oh yeah, she loves that game," Jason said. "She'll play it with me sometimes too. Always goes for the skinny guys."

"What about you?" Evan asked pushing around the remains of his sugary breakfast.

"Oh, I dunno, mostly gals like Sarah I guess," Jason said. He popped a piece of melon into his mouth, chewing quickly before continuing. "I've had a pretty steady type my whole life."

"Is that so?" Evan leaned forward on one elbow, cradling his chin in one hand.

"Another mimosa?" their waitress asked as she came by the table again.

"Yes, please," Evan said. His eyes slid to Jason. "Another Bloody Mary?"

"Sure," Jason shrugged and smiled up at the waitress.

"Coming up," she said grinning down at both the men.

"Smash or pass?" Evan asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Jason smiled and bit a strawberry in half. He glanced back at the waitress.

"Smash," Jason said. "You?"

Evan studied his face for a second.

"Pass," Evan said quietly.

"Really?" Jason asked.

"MmmHmmm," Evan said.

The waitress returned with their drinks and took away Evan's plate after he confirmed

he was finished.

"Hey, how are those things anyway?" Jason asked after he sucked down a hearty gulp of his Bloody Mary.

"You've never had one?" Evan scoffed as Jason shook his head. "They're delish. Wanna try mine?"

He carefully slid the glass across the table, holding the base lightly. Jason went to take the glass, his fingers sliding momentarily over Evan's. A small spark popped on Jason's fingertips as they brushed over Evan's skin. His cheeks flushed and he glanced up.

He smiled a little and brushed his fingers over Jason's very lightly before bringing them back to his side of the table. His head was buzzing from the Bloody Marys, but he felt unduly confident, as he usually did when he got a little tipsy.

Jason took a sip of Evan's mimosa. The tangy orange juice and bubbly sparkling wine effervescing over his tongue with a lively energy. Tasty, not as bold and forward as his spicy Bloody Mary. He set the glass back on Evan's side of the table, momentarily brushing his fingers on the back of Evan's hand.

"It's good," Jason assessed. Evan grinned and downed the rest of his drink. "Hey, aren't you driving?"

"Yeah," Evan sighed. "What do you have going on today? Can we chill until these drinks wear off?"

Jason leaned back in his chair. Suddenly the thought of returning the truck, and job hunting seemed less pressing. The thought of spending more time with Evan sent a wave of excitement through him. There was a pleasant stirring in his pants. Something akin to attraction and then guilt twisted in his stomach. He sucked down the rest of his Bloody Mary.

"I don't have anything going on that can't wait," Jason said with a little smirk. He licked his lips quickly before continuing. "We can absolutely hang around until the drinks wear off. But I'm not sure the restaurant would be OK with us camping out here."

Evan smiled and motioned the waitress over again, ordering another round and asking for the check.

"That's why we're taking the ferry," Evan said.

"Hmm, OK," Jason replied, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table grinning flirtatiously at Evan.

"You don't get seasick, do you?" Evan asked, brushing his fingers over one of Jason's forearms.

The touch sent another electric buzzing through him, and he felt a snugness in the crotch of his jeans.

"No, I don't," Jason said, bringing one hand to trace over Evan's.

"Oh, it'll be fun, Jase," Evan said leaning in. "Is it OK if I call you Jase?"

Jason leaned closer to Evan, his fingers tracing lightly over Evan's.

"Please do," he grumbled with a roughish grin, causing a flush of pink to rise to Evan's cheeks.

Evan bit his lip, and Jason leaned closer till he could smell the sugary sweetness of Evan's breakfast.

"Drinks, guys?" the waitress said tentatively setting down their last round along with the bill on a little plastic tray.

Jason leaned back in his chair quickly, his face blazing red. Had he been flirting with Evan just now? Why was he flirting with Evan? Didn't Sarah say something about Evan being bisexual? He didn't want to give him the wrong idea. Sarah and he didn't have an open relationship and even if they did, he wasn't into guys. Or at least he hadn't been before. Jason began to panic, and his stomach twisted with guilt again.

"Do you want a box for your leftovers?" the waitress asked.

"Uh, no thanks," Jason said quickly. "Where's the restroom?"

The waitress pointed towards the back, and he stood quickly with a tense smile at Evan's concerned face muttering about how he would be back.

In the bathroom, Jason splashed his face with cold water taking deep breaths to calm himself. He would just stop flirting. He hadn't even meant to start, it had just sort of happened.

"Fuckin' Bloody Mary's," he muttered as he splashed a little more water on his burning cheeks. He dried his hands and face, adjusted his jeans, then went back out to the table.

"You OK Jase?" Evan asked when he returned to the table.

"Yeah, totally fine," Jason said, eyeing his Bloody Mary.

"You don't have to drink it. It was presumptuous to order you another," Evan said his cheeks reddening a little. "I'm sorry I think I overdid it a little bit with the mimosas."

"No, please. It's fine, you're fine," Jason waved his hand. "I just haven't been day drunk in a minute. That's usually reserved for vacations, and I haven't had a proper vacation in a long while."

"Well, I still feel like I overstepped or something," Evan twisted his hands together.

"Not at all," Jason sputtered. "Thanks, thank you for the drinks."

"Maybe we should skip the ferry. There are some cool shops around here, we could walk around for a couple three hours, drink coffee and water, sober up," Evan offered.

"Sounds perfect," Jason said.

Evan nodded and they finished their drinks in silence. Jason glanced at where the check had been sitting in its little tray. It was no longer there.

"Did you..." he motioned to where the check had been.

"Oh, yeah I got it," Evan said.

"Can I give you some money for my part?" Jason asked pawing at his wallet.

"No, Jase. Please. This," he motioned between the drinks. "Was my idea. I've got it. Next time you get a bright idea you can cover it."

"OK," he said with a chuckle.

~~

The rest of the week went by without incident. Jason spent his time unpacking boxes, organizing the apartment, as well as posting on social media about his music lessons, putting up flyers, and inquiring at music stores about employment. Evan texted him daily to check in on him and the two men hung out most nights. Twice Jason went to Evan's where they watched a movie and ate too much popcorn, nursing a couple of beers slowly.

Evan came to Jason more often, showing him around his new neighborhood and once took him out to the Capitol Hill neighborhood. The more Jason hung out with Evan the more he wondered if Sarah's speculation of his sexuality was correct. It was true that when they played smash or pass, he wouldn't pass on every woman, but he was very choosy, something Sarah probably hadn't noticed. He was less choosy with the men though. After watching him with his friends in Capitol Hill he was almost certain that Evan wasn't bisexual at all.

As for his own mysterious feelings of attraction, Jason simply wasn't sure what was going on with him. Any time his phone buzzed his stomach flipped with excitement at the thought it might be Evan. Once he was even a little disappointed to see that Sarah was calling and not Evan. He immediately felt terrible about that. A noxious mix of excitement and guilt flooded him every time he saw Evan.

The careful glances, arms brushing against each other, a hand at the small of the other's back or resting on a shoulder, didn't help much. At one point the two men had gone to see a movie, sitting at the back of the theater they shared popcorn.

Their butter greased fingers brushed each other so many times that the popcorn bag had been abandoned and they had simply laced their fingers together and held hands. Neither looked at the other, but Jason kept glancing down at their hands as thumbs rubbed over slick skin causing goosebumps to rise on his arms, sending blood rushing south. He didn't do much to hide his arousal and he caught Evan glancing down at his lap a couple of times out the corner of his eye. As the credits rolled their hands broke apart and neither said anything about it, even as Jason adjusted his jeans so he could walk out of the theater.

Now it was Sunday, Sarah would be back on Monday. Jason just had to be cool until then. At which point he could take all his pent up sexual energy and bestow it upon her. He had tried to masturbate of course, but his mind kept wandering to Evan and he had to stop whenever that happened or be consumed by the guilt.

Evan was taking him on the ferry today. They would drive on and head up toward Port Gamble. Evan promised him a fun day of cute shops, good food and beverages and good company. Jason was certain of the good company part.

The two men rode the ferry out over the freezing waters of Puget Sound watching the water splash against the side of the boat. Jason insisted on standing out at the bow of the ferry watching their progress even though the wind was freezing. Evan and he stood close together with hands plunged deep into their coat pockets, stocking caps pulled down over their ears.

Every so often Jason would look over at Evan and admire his face in the bright but cold sunshine. Evan caught him staring once and smiled a little.

"What?" Evan asked.

"N-nothing," Jason said, his blazing cheeks disguised as a reaction to the biting wind.

"You'll like Port Gamble," Evan promised. "It's cute."

"I bet," Jason said holding Evan's gaze.

He had the sudden urge to lean in and kiss him but, of course, he didn't. He tugged the zipper of his coat up to his neck and shoved his hands back in his pockets.

They stopped on their way into town for a quick hike in the woods. Jason watched as Evan reached out to dark green mosses, touching plants, tree trunks and even allowing the freezing water of a stream to bubble over his fingertips.

"I love it out here," Evan said quietly trying not to disturb the silence.

"It is pretty," Jason said watching Evan's behind while he walked in front of him.

"I think I'm ready for coffee and a pastry," Evan said planting his hands on his hips.

"Sure," Jason nodded, looking up quickly when Evan turned to face him.

They hiked back down to Evan's car and drove the rest of the way to Port Gamble. They spent hours exploring the small city, browsing shops, eating lunch, drinking beers at a taphouse, picking out some yarn that Sarah might like.

All through the day their fingers brushed, thighs and knees pressed together under small tables. They leaned closely to show each other pictures, or memes, they took selfies that they sent to Sarah. Once Evan brushed a lock of Jason's hair back into place, his fingers trailing lightly over his ear for just a moment, sending goosebumps trailing over his skin, bringing a prickly heat to his cheeks and a slight tightening in his jeans.

Before heading back to the ferry at the end of the day, they stood on the beach as the sun set, watching the sky slowly turn from blue to purple to pink. They stood there watching the water flow in and out on the beach when Jason reached to his side and gently touched his fingers to Evan's.

Evan looked over at him, not shying away this time, but actually looking at him as he laced his fingers together with Jason's. He squeezed his hand carefully and smiled a little. Jason felt the now familiar stab of guilt, but Evan's smile seemed to soothe him, and he smiled back. Evan lowered his head to Jason's shoulder.

Jason took a step closer, pressing the side of his body to Evan's. He could feel the warmth of him and the rhythm of his breathing as they watched the water. Jason slowly lowered his head to Evan's, and they stood that way for a few minutes in silence.

"We should probably go," Evan said. "We'll miss the ferry."

"Alright," Jason said.

Without thinking he turned his head and kissed Evan's temple. He froze and his hand went stiff in Evans.

"I, I'm sorry," Jason said. "That was... I dunno it was like a reflex or something."

Evan was quiet for a moment, then raised his head and unlaced his hand from Jason's with a nervous laugh.

"It-It's fine, no worries," Evan said with another high-pitched laugh. "Uhm, let's go?"

"Yeah," Jason said staring down at the ground.

The ferry was virtually empty, only a few other cars pulled on with Evan and Jason. No one seemed to want to leave the relative warmth of their cars, but Jason said he wanted to see the water in the dark. So, they walked out to the bow again.

Jason leaned against the rail. He was exhausted from their full day out, but he did love this ride. He watched the inky dark water sloshing around them glancing at the sky occasionally, getting glimpses of stars through the clouds.

Evan leaned next to him, close enough that their arms were pressed together. The touch sent electricity through Jason, even though their coats covered their arms.

"It's cold out here," Evan said.

Jason nodded and scooched closer, draping an arm over Evan's shoulders. Now their thighs brushed, their hips touched occasionally as the boat made its way across the water.

"Thanks," Evan said with a smile, turning his eyes to Jason's.

Jason's face flushed and he wondered why he had done this. He didn't act this way with any of his other friends. His face hovered close to Evan's. His eyes stared up at him through lashes, and Jason swore he saw an invitation there. Evan's tongue darted out quickly over his lips and Jason watched it as his own mimicked the motion.

He leaned closer, tilting his head, but moving slowly enough that Evan could put a stop to it if he wanted to, or Jason could stop it. If only he wanted to. Finally, Evan closed the distance, bringing their lips together. Not for a quick peck, but for a full-on kiss.

Jason was surprised at the softness of Evan's lips and momentarily wondered if his own were chapped. But it didn't seem to matter as Evan brought a hand up to cradle Jason's cheek. Jason found his mouth opening and his tongue tracing Evan's lower lip in request. Evan obliged and Jason plunged on.

His arm squeezed tighter around Evan's shoulder and the two men stood from their leaning positions, Jason's arms guiding Evan into an embrace. Both of Jason's arms were around Evan and he kissed him deeply. He pulled back, tilting his head in the opposite direction and plunged back in. Their tongues twisted, sliding together, exploring new depths. Evan slipped his arms into Jason's coat, pulling him tight to his chest.

They stepped closer, their kissing now full out and earnest, making out as if they were alone in one of their living rooms and not on the bow of a public ferry. Jason's hand braced at the back of Evan's neck, and he pressed his body close to his noting the hardness growing between them. A soft moan worked up Jason's throat and he felt Evan smile as his hands traveled down his back, tips of his fingers caressing along the back waistband of his pants.

Suddenly, the foghorn of the ferry sounded, sending both men jumping away from each other quickly. They stood facing each other, panting, cheeks pink, jeans tight with anticipation, but the foghorn had broken the spell and thoughts of Sarah came crashing through both men's minds.

A look of guilt danced over Evan's features, and he turned away quickly.

"Fuck, uhm sorry," Evan said.

"No, it wasn't your fault," Jason replied, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck.

He turned and gripped the cold handrail hard. Arousal coursed through him, and he could feel the pressure of the buildup. He cleared his throat loudly and dragged his hands down the front of his jeans.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom I think," Jason said. "I'll meet you at the car."

"OK," Evan said staring out at the water.

Jason almost reached out, almost leaned down to brush a kiss to his cheek, it was too natural for him. He pulled back abruptly, grumbling and walked inside towards the bathrooms.

"When does Sarah land?" Evan asked as he sat in his idling car in front of Jason's apartment.

"6am," Jason said. "I think she's planning to go to work tomorrow."

"Oh wow. What a trooper!" Evan said, somewhat strained. "Listen, I don't want things to be awkward -- "

"They aren't. It's fine, we both sort of..." Jason trailed off, waving a hand. Then he sighed. "I should go; I have to get up early to pick up Sarah."

Evan nodded.

"OK," he said. He felt like crying for some reason but pushed past it.

"Thanks for today," Jason said, sudden sincerity in his voice. "It was really a fun day. I had a great time."

Evan glanced at Jason as his fingers traced over the back of his hand resting on the shifter. Jason smiled, started to lean forward, then shook his head quickly and got out of the car. Evan watched as he walked up to his apartment door and waved one last time.

"Fuck," Evan sighed out as he waved back. "What the fuck, Evan?"

~~

Evan glanced up quickly when Sarah came bustling in to work the next morning. He felt his face flush and he silently reprimanded himself.

"Hi Sarah!" he said brightly as she came in with an armful of books. "How was the trip?"

"It was great! Really interesting," Sarah said, setting the books on her desk carefully. "How were things here? Jason said he had a lot of fun with you."

"He did?" Evan asked, fighting back another blush. "That's sweet of him to say."

"Thank you so much for hanging out with him. I felt so terrible about the trip being right after he arrived," Sarah said as she turned leaning back against the desk.

"Of course, I was glad to do it," Evan said waving a hand. He spun in his chair to face Sarah.

"Was he... Did he seem OK, while I was gone?" Sarah asked.

"Uhm, what do you mean?" Evan asked, unable to fight back the rising color in his cheeks.

"I don't know, it just seemed... like something was off," Sarah said studying Evan's face. "Are... are you OK Evan?"

"What? Why wouldn't I be OK?" Evan asked with a quick laugh and turned back to his computer.

"I don't know," Sarah said, chewing on her lip for a minute. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

Again, Evan laughed, but there was a sharp edge to it that Sarah had never heard before.

"Everything was fine while you were gone," Evan said justifying that it wasn't an outright lie.

"OKaaay," Sarah said.

She studied the back of Evan's head for a minute then sat down at her desk to begin work.

~~

Jason sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. He had been replying to a few emails from folks interested in his music lessons and he was happy to say that he'd booked a couple of trial lessons. He jumped a little as Sarah's key turned in the lock.

"Hey sweetie!" Sarah said.

She hung her coat in the tiny closet by the front door.

"Hi," Jason said standing and greeting her in the entryway. He pecked a little kiss to her cheek. "How was your day?"

"Good," she walked to the kitchen, dropping her purse on the table, and poured herself a glass of water. "I was thinking of trying to drive the commute tomorrow unless you need the car."

"No," Jason said shaking his head. "You can take the car."

"Thanks, hon," Sarah said. "How was your day?"

"It was good. I booked a couple lessons," Jason said, shifting from foot to foot.

Sarah noticed his fidgets and wondered why he was so on edge with her. Something must have happened this past week. She just couldn't put her finger on what.

"That's great! When are those?" she asked.

"Next week," he replied.

"Awesome!" she said. Jason wrung his hands together and kept shifting on his feet. "Hon... are you OK?"

"Yeah! I'm fine," Jason said quickly.

"It's just... you've seemed a little anxious since you picked me up this morning," Sarah said.

"It's nothing! It's fine!" Jason said again, his voice pitching up an octave.

"Yeah, you keep saying that." Sarah studied his face. His eyes kept darting away from hers, something she had noticed Evan doing all day as well. "You know Evan was being sort of weird today too."

Jason glanced up quickly and Sarah noticed the redness in his cheeks.

"H-he was?" Jason asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "What - I mean, did he say what was going on with him?"

"No, he was very evasive. Very, very quiet at lunch today," Sarah said squinting a little at Jason.

"Maybe he was tired," Jason offered quickly his cheeks going pinker.

"Jason," Sarah started. "What happened while I was gone?"

Jason paused and stared at her. He contemplated lying, saying nothing happened, that they just hung out. But he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up the charade, especially when Evan inevitably came around again. Just the brief thought of him sent waves of amorous anxiety filtering through his whole body, his stomach flipping at the mention of his name. He sighed and rubbed his eyes quickly.

"I'm sorry Sarah," Jason said quickly.

"What. Happened?" Sarah asked, going to him and putting her hands on his shoulders.

"We... I... OK, so we hung out nearly every day last week," Jason said. Sarah nodded, but didn't say anything. "And I... I mean, I don't know what happened. I started to feel sort of attracted to Evan and it seemed like he was attracted to me. It was totally innocent at first, like we just held hands a couple times."

Again, Sarah nodded, saying nothing, letting her feelings come, acknowledging them, letting them flow.

"So, yesterday, Evan took me on the ferry, and we went to Port Gamble. We spent all day over there and the... the tension, just built and built and then on the ferry ride back, we kind of kissed."

"You kissed Evan?" Sarah asked, gently squeezing his shoulders.

"Well, sort of. It was most definitely not one sided. We both got kind of into it. We were... uhm kind of making out on the bow of the boat until the foghorn went off," Jason said.

A wave of embarrassment flowed through him as he realized he was getting hard just talking about their mini make out session. Sarah didn't notice, however, as she stared up into his face very seriously for a second. Then she let out a little laugh, causing Jason to jump.

"The foghorn went off and scared you guys?" she giggled.

"Heh, yeah," he said, with a nervous smile. "It sort of broke the spell."

"Did you start making out again after that?" Sarah asked.

Jason shook his head quickly.

"No, I went to the bathroom then met Evan at his car," Jason said. "He drove me home. We talked about when you were coming home. Then I came back inside and went to bed."

"Alright, so that explains this weird tension I've been feeling from the two of you today," Sarah said with a nod.

"Are... are you mad?" Jason asked.

Sarah looked up at Jason again. She took a second to pause and really think about that question. She was upset. After all, her boyfriend had kissed someone else and seemed to like it. On the other hand, she found her curiosity getting the better of any angry feelings that might have cropped up.

"I don't think I'm mad," Sarah said. Jason's eyebrows rose. "I'm not happy about the disloyalty. You both went behind my back. We don't have an open relationship, Jason."

"I know, I'm sorry," Jason said. "It happened so fast! I was caught off guard!"

"Have you ever been attracted to another man before?" Sarah asked.

"No. I can recognize when another man is good looking, but I've never felt... attraction," Jason said.

Sarah considered this.

"Maybe that's why this happened. You were just surprised?" Sarah offered.

"Sure maybe," Jason conceded.

"Can I ask you something else?" Sarah asked.

"OK," Jason said tentatively.

"Do you still have a desire to explore this?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean?" Jason replied.

"Well, it seems like the foghorn interrupted you two and that you might have taken things farther if you'd had the opportunity," Sarah said.

"You're... not wrong," Jason said lowering his gaze.

"Listen, we've been together a long time," Sarah said cupping a hand to his cheek. "We were relatively young when we got together. You didn't get to... you know experiment, sow wild oats or whatever."

Jason laughed roughly and shook his head.

"I guess," he said.

"The way I see it," Sarah continued, taking both of Jason's hands in hers. "If you both still have this attraction to each other and if you were interrupted... well it's going to happen again."

"I... I want to say it won't. I want to promise you I won't cheat on you again," Jason said.

"I know that's what you want to say," Sarah said. "So how about this? It isn't cheating if it's allowed."

"What... do you mean?" Jason asked.

"You still want to experiment with Evan?" Sarah asked. Jason paused, cheeks reddening again then nodded. "OK! Experiment with Evan, kiss, make out, blow him, have sex with him, whatever you want. But there is a catch."

"What is it?" Jason asked.

"I get to watch," she said with a devilish grin.

"You... you want to watch?" he asked.

"Jason. I really, really do," Sarah said pulling him close to her.

When her arms had encircled him, she went to her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

"Are you sure?" Jason asked quietly holding her close to him, his cock swelling at the thought of getting to mess around with Evan again.

"I am," Sarah said, reaching down to the front of his pants and rubbing at his erection. "And it seems like you are too."

She smiled and kissed him again.

~~

Sarah had told Jason that she would talk to Evan. Still, while Sarah showered Jason texted Evan telling him he confessed to Sarah what had happened. Evan called him immediately and Jason answered, reassuring him that everything was fine. Sarah just wanted to talk to him at work the next day. Evan sounded skeptical, but again Jason reassured him again that Sarah wasn't mad.

When Sarah texted the next afternoon and said Evan would be coming home with her after work, Jason's stomach flipped violently with excitement.

After a shower, Jason spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment and running to the grocery store for charcuterie fixings and wine. He grabbed beers and hard seltzers as well. This being his first foray into a shared sex situation, he wasn't sure what the right protocol was.

When Evan and Sarah came home that evening, talking and laughing together, Jason felt a tight knot of anxiety unwind in his chest.

"Hey Jase," Evan said as he slid his shoes off at the door.

"Hmm, that's cute," Sarah said hanging her coat. "Hey hon!"

"Uhh, hey," Jason approached them in the entryway suddenly anxious again about who to greet first. He kissed Sarah, then turned to Evan for an awkward hug.

"Long time no see," Evan teased.

"Heh, yeah," Jason chuckled as he shoved his hands in his pockets for lack of anything better to do with them.

"So," Sarah said holding her arms out and encouraging the men farther into the apartment.

"So," Evan echoed. "Uhm, Jase Sarah filled me in on things. And I mean... I'm into it."

Jason glanced quickly between Sarah and Evan, his mouth opening and closing quickly.

"Maybe, we should take a second," Sarah said. "Sweetie, you said you were getting wine and things?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I did a charcuterie board, and I got a couple bottles of wine, and some other stuff. I didn't..." he paused, swallowing. "I didn't know the... expectations, the rules or whatever."

"We'll figure it out," Sarah said putting a hand on his arm. "Did you say charcuterie?"

"Yeah, in the fridge," Jason said.

"Well, you two go to the living room and get comfy. I'll bring out the board and the wine," Sarah said.

The two men went into the living room and settled onto the couch.

"Are you sure you're OK with this?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, Jase," Evan said. "Listen, I... I swear to you I could have climbed up and ripped that fucking foghorn to pieces I was so annoyed at it." Jason laughed lightly and looked down at the ground. "Really though, I had a lot of fun with you and I'm... well I'm excited to see where this goes. Sarah is being so great about it. Her reaction could have been... so much worse."

"I know," Jason said. "I guess we're really lucky."

"Who's really lucky?" Sarah asked.

She balanced a medium sized charcuterie tray on one arm. Her fingers were laced between the stems of three wine glasses, and she had the bottle of wine tucked under her arm.

"You could have done two trips," Jason pointed out.

"Never!" Sarah said setting everything down on the coffee table and pulling a corkscrew from her pocket.

"She does the same thing at work, but at least we have carts there," Evan said.

Sarah laughed and poured them all a glass of wine. The three sat chatting and nibbling on the charcuterie for a little while. Sarah had settled in the armchair just off to the side of the sofa and watched as Jason and Evan interacted.

It was a little awkward at first, but as their wine glasses emptied, they began to relax. Sarah offered refills, which Jason declined, but Evan accepted. Sarah sipped her own slowly interjecting only very occasionally, watching her friend and co-worker interact with her boyfriend.

Their body language was clear in their attraction to each other. They sat slightly facing each other, turning towards each other more as the night wore on. They would reach out and touch each other occasionally, just a quick pat on the knee or touch of the arm, casual, not something one would notice unless one was looking.

Sarah had never seen Jason act this way with any of their other friends and especially not with their male friends. The two men began leaning closer together as they pulled things up on their phones or showed pictures, always turning them to share with Sarah, but never leaning back away from each other.

She noticed Jason's cheeks flushing each time Evan leaned in close or when he would laugh. Sarah watched Jason watch Evan and vice versa. Finally, after two hours of chatting, nibbling on crackers and cheese and sipping wine Evan leaned very close to Jason, tilting his head slightly.

Jason glanced over at Sarah, whose eyes sparkled. She smiled over the rim of her wine glass sipping delicately. Jason turned his eyes back on Evan. He leaned in stroking a finger down his cheek, then under his chin, he gently tugged him closer, and their lips met.

It wasn't the frenzy of their ferry kiss; the start was slow and tentative waiting for a reaction from Sarah. When none came Jason deepened the kiss, opening his mouth as Evan opened his and their tongues met, twisted and delved.

Jason scooted closer taking the wine glass from Evan's hand and setting it blindly on the coffee table. Sarah leaned forward quickly, catching the glass before it toppled over. She placed it safely to the side, then leaned back in her chair again watching Evan and Jason making out on the couch.

Jason's hands were cupped around Evan's jaw as he pulled back and tilted his head in the opposite direction before diving back in. Evan had his arms resting on his shoulders, fingers lacing lazily through his hair. One of Jason's hands slid down Evan's neck and rested on his chest, his thumb tracing small circles over one nipple that stood hard in his shirt.

Evan gasped in a breath as Jason moved his mouth from Evan's lips to his neck, just behind his ear, tongue dragging, lips kissing and sucking. Evan glanced over at Sarah and squinted a little at her. He mouthed 'you OK', bringing one hand from Jason's hair into a thumbs up.

Sarah smirked, then bit her lip and nodded, giving a thumbs up in return. She was surprised to find that she was more than OK. In fact, she was doing amazing, the sight of her boyfriend making out with Evan was one of the hottest things she'd ever seen. The gathering moisture in her underwear was proof positive of that. She watched the men make out on the couch as she ran her wine glass over her lower lip.

A groan from Jason drew her attention. He had unbuttoned Evan's shirt and one of his hands was inside of it now, pinching and rubbing at his erect nipples. Evan pulled him from his neck and back to his mouth. Jason was really starting to get into this now; he had almost forgotten Sarah was in the room. He kissed Evan with wild abandon, tongue swishing around his own, sucking earlobes and neck, groaning and grunting the whole time.

Evan had moved one hand from Jason's hair down to his chest, rubbing over his nipples, pinching them a bit, before resting his fingertips on the waistband of his pants. He didn't want to push Jason too far too fast. He lightly ran his hands along the waistband, pushing two fingers just past it, running along the back to his hips then back again.

Jason's mouth was on Evan's again and his tongue moved with an urgency he hadn't felt in many years. He suddenly wanted this experience so badly, needed it, could feel his cock throbbing with the anticipation of it.

Sarah could see the clear outline of both men's erections. Evan's khaki pants showed the beginnings of arousal, a small grouping of wet spots where his cock dripped. He slowly rocked his hips, rubbing his balls rhythmically on the couch. His breathing had become uneven, and she watched his two fingers run back and forth in Jason's waistband. She began to rock her own hips in her chair watching the two men.

Jason's pants were darker, so no stains were visible, but Sarah was certain they were there. The rhythm of Jason's breath, the way he was moving his hips, the touch of Evan's fingertips. Once Evan pushed his hand into his pants, she was sure he would find a wet mess. As Evan's hand moved from back to hip again, he moved past his hip slowly, until his fingertips were nestled right next to the button of Jason's jeans.

Jason's breathing stuttered and he gasped in a quick breath, groaning as he did. Sarah glanced down and saw Evan's thumb gently circling what was now an obvious wet spot on Jason's pants. The spot glistened as Jason's head fell back with another moan. Evan went for his exposed neck, licking up to his ear, then clamping his mouth closed sucking a bit.

"Ughn, oh fuck," Jason groaned. "Touch me."

Sarah set her wine glass on the coffee table soundlessly and leaned back in her chair rubbing her nipples in her bra.

Evan grinned and pinched open the button of Jason's pants, then shoved his hand down the front. Jason gasped again as Evan's hand wrapped his hard dripping cock. He stroked up and down a few times and Jason panted along with the strokes.

"Oh, my god," Jason groaned.

His head dropped down again, and he attached himself to Evan's lips. He pushed forward, sending Evan to his back on the couch. He tugged his hand from Jason's pants, glistening with precum. Jason settled on top of him pushing his shirt open and taking one nipple into his mouth.

"Mmmm, Jase," Evan moaned.

Jason whimpered in reply and ground his hips forward rubbing his hard cock against Evan's.

"Jase, can we," Evan glanced at Sarah. "Can we all move to the bedroom?"

Jason's hips rolled forward as if he had no control over them and he groaned again. Then he glanced at Sarah.

"Bedroom?" he asked between breathless pants.

"Yes," Sarah nodded.

She stood quickly and grabbed a chair from the dining room table, dragging it down the hall to their bedroom.

"Are you OK?" Jason asked quietly, trailing behind her. He felt a little foolish asking her that while he was sweaty and still sporting a huge boner from making out with another man.

"I really am," Sarah said. She turned and cupped his face momentarily. "Are you?"

"I am," he smiled, letting out a quick laugh. "I'm more than OK."

"Good. Maybe you two should undress," Sarah suggested when the three of them were all inside the bedroom.

She had retrieved a vibrator from her drawer and was stripping off her clothes. She sat in the chair, in her underwear waiting for the men to resume.

Jason felt a small twinge of nervousness run through him as he watched Evan remove his clothes. He wondered if he'd suddenly be turned off once he saw his cock. He hadn't been turned off when he felt it hard and pressing against him, in fact the thought of it now caused his cock to throb and more precum dripped. But he still worried that the sight of it might spook him.

His worries, however, were unfounded. Once Evan was naked, along with Jason, the two men stood regarding each other for a moment.

"Jase, you're so fucking hot," Evan groaned.

Jason pulled him into another kiss, pressing their bodies close together, relishing the feel of Evan's skin on his own, cocks rubbing together mixing their dripping precum. Jason immediately kissed down his neck, sucking his nipples briefly then began to drop to his knees.

"Jesus," Sarah groaned, rubbing her fingers over her wet pussy.

"Jase, Jase," Evan said. Jason looked up at him from his knees. "Have you ever done this before?"

He traced a finger over Jason's jaw. He thought he knew what the answer was.

"No," Jason admitted.

"You don't have to," Evan said. "We can trade."

"I want to," Jason whispered, planting a kiss on Evan's hip, then he created a small line of kisses leading to his groin.

"Ah! Well, Hooh, OK," Evan panted.

Sarah chewed on her lip, as she watched her boyfriend perform an act he had only ever received from her. He tried to mimic what he thought Sarah did, that he really liked.

Starting at the glans, he licked around and around, trailing the tip of his tongue up the slit tasting the salty precum that bubbled from it. Evan's gasp and quick grip and release of his hair seemed to tell him he liked that. So, he did it a little more, then brought his mouth completely over the head. Evan groaned as Jason sucked, letting saliva and precum gather in his mouth.

Once the lubrication was built up, he pushed down the length of Evan, surprised by how quickly his gag reflex kicked in.

"That's OK, Jase," Evan panted. "Don't... hhaahh... don't push yourself too far."

Jason gripped the base of Evan's cock and decided he wanted to try to bring his lips to touch his hand at least. He brought his mouth back up, sucking as he went trying to keep his teeth back. He lapped at Evan's dripping slit again drooling over his cock. Then he brought his mouth back down his lips just touching his hand before he gagged again, tears popping into his eyes.

"Jason," Evan panted, a note of reprimand in his voice.

Jason's eyes looked over to Sarah who was watching with rapt attention, rubbing her fingers over the sopping crotch of her panties. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, flattening it, so the tip nearly touched her chin. His eyebrows rose for a second then he understood.

"Careful," Evan said, resting a hand on his head. "It's your first, ah! Time. It doesn't have to be perfect."

Jason scoffed and repositioned himself to try again. This time he stuck his tongue out, and dropped over Evan's cock, his lips and tongue touching his hand. The tip of Evan's cock touched the back of his throat, and he managed to hold back the gag this time.

"Ah, god!" Evan groaned, as Jason bobbed up and back down again. Evan's hand tightened in his hair. "Fuck, Jase!"

Jason began to bob faster, and Evan's breathing became even more ragged. He began to thrust along with Jason's bobbing which brought the gag back, but he seemed to care less this time and Jason found he was OK with that. Evan's hand had tightened in his hair, his other hand resting on his shoulder.

"Jase, you're gonna make me cum," Evan warned.

Jason was conflicted and slowed the rhythm of his bobbing. Finally, he pulled all the way off, spit and precum trailing over his chin. He wanted to let Evan cum in his mouth but wasn't sure if he was ready for that to happen yet.

"That was really good Jase," Evan said tugging him up by his shoulders.

He licked the spit and precum from Jason's chin and then pressed their mouths together. Their tongues twined together, and Evan groaned at the taste of himself. Jason pushed Evan to the bed where he landed on his back. His cock was throbbing, dripping, and aching for release.

"Evan," Jason moaned as he hovered over him, kissing him and licking up his neck, the taste of him intoxicating.

Jason lowered his hips, so their two cocks slid together. Spit and precum mixed as Jason thrust his cock against Evan's.

"Is... is this alright?" Jason asked.

In reply Evan grabbed Jason's ass and thrust in unison with him.

"Yes, this is fantastic," Evan moaned.

"Oh, god, you feel so good," Jason groaned. "How do you feel so good?"

He thought two hard dicks rubbing together would be weird or not do it for him. He was so used to straight sex, he thought that nothing could even compare to that.

"Yeah, you do too," Evan panted, gripping hard to Jason's ass. "Oh, fuck Jase!"

Jason began to pump his hips faster, his cock spewing precum nearly constantly. Evan reached between them and wrapped a hand around both cocks, jacking up and down quickly.

"Ughn, Evan! Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jason sputtered. "Fuck, don't stop!"

Evan groaned as his fingertips traced over the swollen heads. He felt the undulating wave and the tension in Jason's body as he held himself over Evan and thrust hard. With a grunt Jason's cock spurt a trail of cum up his stomach. Evan soon followed suit crying out as he rode the waves of his orgasm watching the sum of their arousal pool on his stomach and into his belly button.

"Oh, god," Jason groaned as he thrust slowly into the loosening grip of Evan's hand.

"Holy shit," Sarah said quietly.

Even though her voice was quiet Jason jolted a little. He turned to look at her with a small smile. She was sweaty and panting, sitting in a little puddle of her own, vibrator held limply in one hand.

"So," Evan said, once his breathing evened out. "Thoughts?"

"Again?" Sarah asked.

Both men laughed.

"I think we need a little recovery time," Evan said with a good-natured smile.

"But yeah, again," Jason said with a smirk.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Jason and Evan's little encounter. A second part might be coming later this year. Until next time! xoxo, JS