Uncomfortable Truths - Jercy, Jasiper, Percabeth

Uncomfortable Truths - Percy - Chapter Four

His breathing stutters and he rolls on his side too, bringing our bodies flush against each other. The second our groins touch, I'm gone. I'm totally gay for Jason, but I don't say anything. I don't want to scare him off, and I don't want him to move away.

He doesn't. He shifts his hips and presses our bodies harder against each other, breaths coming short and ragged. "Shit. This is messed up," he groans, but instead of springing apart, he starts a new grinding rhythm with his hips, and I fall into it as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Gods, I can't even describe the feeling of bumping up with another guy. Hard and soft at the same time, and the heat building between our chests - I have to touch him. I stare at his face, his eyes shut tight as if he'll be able to deny what's happening if he can't see it.

I hover my hand over where we press together, watching for a reaction in his face, and finally just go for it. I wrap my hand around him, still rutting up against it, and his eyes fly open. He doesn't tell me to stop and I don't. I'm fascinated. It feels so similar to mine in some ways, but so much bigger; I just want to explore it all over.

My heart jumps into my throat, but I'm going for broke. I have a history of saying things without thinking them through, and if this really goes downhill, I can probably blame it on my ADHD, but if I don't go for it, I might lose the chance.

"Jason," I murmur. My voice comes out low and rumbly; it surprises me, but seems to be just the right tone to reach him in his aroused state. "I want to suck you off."

Amazingly, he doesn't push me away. Instead, he closes his eyes, smiling briefly, and then opens them again, but this time they're like wolf eyes. He moves faster than I can follow, and flips us so I'm on top of him, my face at his groin, and his between my legs, my knees on either side of his head.

"Suck it, Jackson," he commands.

I do not even know how or why, but the way he says the words ... I open my mouth like a good boy and start sucking. It's amazing and huge, and I'm drowning in the taste on my tongue, the ache in my jaw, and then he starts on me at the same time, and it's all I can do to hold in my cries. Luckily, they're pretty much stoppered by Jason in my mouth.

It's easy to get lost in what I'm doing, just carried away by the moment. My goal is to get Jason off before me -and get him to make noise - seriously, this quiet act is not him.

I take him in as far as I can, and I'm still nowhere near swallowing the whole thing. I know it's absurd to think I could. My mouth and throat are not big enough, but it doesn't stop me from trying. I've never thought dudes came in this size in real life - not that I've really spent much time thinking about it. It doesn't matter. The point is beating Jason. I lift up and bob my head a few times, and finally, he makes noise, sends a shockwave up my spine, and I have to pull off to catch my breath and try not to come.

I lick him all over. It's crazy, like I can't get enough of it, then I use my saliva to jerk it, tickling the tip with my tongue. He grips my hips, fingers pressing in hard enough to bruise, and I'm so messed up; I hope they leave marks.

He pulls off, panting, and that only serves to spur me on, even though my hand is starting to cramp, and my jaw aches. A dribble of fluid slides from his tip and I lick it off. It's bitter, salty, and I can't get enough of it. How did I ever convince myself I didn't want this? How can I ever not have it again? And I realize, if this is really my one shot at Jason - I don't want to think about how we're probably not going to be able to look each other in the eye again when it's over - I want it all.

My brain to mouth filter, never very good to begin with, seems to have gotten lost somewhere because I'm sharing my thoughts without really thinking them through. "I can take it, man."