One Shots

No Place Too Far For Us (IV)

Jay (1988)

As dinner and dessert wrapped up, Michael invited me into one of the guest rooms he had done up for the remainder of the night. Candles and rose petals adorned the nightstand and dresser, while a hint of sandalwood filled the room. He knew it was an aroma I enjoyed. "You've been awfully quiet this evening. Are you feeling okay?" he inquired. "Sure, I'm fine," I lied. Too bad he could clearly tell at this point when I wasn't truthful. He sat on the bed and patted the space next to him. Taking my seat, he picked up my hand and rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. "What's wrong?" I shrugged, " I guess I've been a bit nervous about the inevitable." "It's okay to be nervous, Jay. And it's okay if you want to wait. I know that when the time comes for us to make that step, it'll be more beautiful than either of us can imagine." I laid my head on his shoulder as he slipped his arm under mine, holding me tight. I was relieved that this would wait.

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I rested atop his body. Our clothes were spewed all over the place. I couldn't help outlining the lines on his chest while he slept soundly. I almost wanted to wake him, but I knew he needed his rest. Glancing over at the clock, 2:39 AM it read. I softly kissed the base of his neck, causing him to writhe under me. He was stunning under the moonlight. My lips and hands got the best of me, stealing kisses and exploring his skin, until he moved and woke up, staring at me. "Didn't mean to wake you," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and drifted off again. I laid my head on his chest and followed suit.

February 1988, Los Olivos

It was my last day with Michael before he was set to leave for tour again. I ended up staying for the remainder of the week. Sitting in his bed, I watched as he finished the last of his packing, solemn and wishing he didn't have to go. "You can't postpone?" I whined. "Jay you ask this every time I get ready to go, and you know the answer. I don't want to leave you, either." I'd play little games, like hiding what he had to pack next so he would be forced to stop. This time, a fresh white pair of his boxer briefs was my next victim. "Jay...give 'em back," he laughed as he fumbled around looking for them. "Don't know what you're talking about," I said playing coy. "Jay, I'm serious." He climbed on the bed trying to search for his belongings. Moving quickly, I jumped off onto the other side and onto the floor. "Oh...you're looking for these?" I dangled the article of clothing. He dove across the bed, to which I scurried away fast and shoved the drawers down my shirt. "You act like I'm afraid to get them outta there! C'mon quit foolin'!" he laughed. Before I could run away, he grabbed me up, threw me into the bed and straddled me, digging down my shirt to grab his underwear; I was in a fit of screams and laughter. "Next time you want em, just say something," he winked and got up. "Curses my plan failed!" I sat up and watched him again, growing a bit sad. "Please don't give me that face," he said. I gave him the longest face I could, which he tried to ignore. After finishing his second suitcase, he climbed into bed with me and pulled me close to him. "I'm gonna send for you in a few months, once you're out of school. You can come and spend the summer with me. How's that sound?" He kissed my forehead, stroking my face with his hand. I nodded. I didn't want to leave his embrace. He left a gentle kiss on my mouth, followed by another that was a bit more aggressive. That alone woke the sleeping giant within me once and for all.

Soft, sweet pecks lingered on my lips, as his hands massaged my back for comfort. I felt at ease, in peace. My kisses grew deeper; a sign for him to proceed, if he wished. He broke our closeness only for a moment: "Are you sure?" he asked. Without a word, I nodded. He was sure to take his time, allowing me to feel every emotion and stimulate me with such an experience. Rolling us over, he continued his trail of kisses to my neck, which I was quickly finding out it was a sweet spot for my arousal. At the same time, his hand found its way inside my denim shorts; he didn't bother with the zipper. Without warning, his middle finger delicately massaged my core. This wasn't a new sensation, but time and time again it came without warning. My hips assisted his fingers with a smooth movement, bringing about my release. "No, not yet," he spoke huskily. He removed his hand as well as himself off my body. Without haste, all his clothes were off, and protection was on. I wasn't sure what to expect next, but I did everything in my power to calm myself.

"Let me know if I hurt you in any way. Okay?" I nodded, closing my eyes and breathing deeply as I felt his member near my entrance. Endowed as he was, I knew I had my work cut out for me. But there was no one else I'd rather spend this day with.

8pm. I awoke in his loving arms, with nothing but the white sheet to cover us. I knew he had to get back up and pack soon, but I didn't want this to end. "Mmm...what time is it?" I pretended to be asleep and not answer. "Jay....you awake?" Silence. He carefully moved his arms from around me and got out of bed. Coming around to the other side, he got right in my face, kneeling by my side of his bed. "I know you're awake, Tink. But I'll let you pretend," he smirked and kissed my nose. I took a hold of his wrist as he began to walk off, to which he came back and leaned in for a kiss. "I know, me too." He left with a squeeze of my hand to finish packing. He was set to leave at 5am the next morning.