Wild Hearts
By Silk
“Jazz? I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m—just—sorry.” His
voice fell at the same time as his head, his chin landing on his chest, as if
even the effort to hold up his head was too much.
Jazz’ bright green eyes were dulled by pain. “I dunno if I’ve
got it in me to forgive you, Adam. I *want* to. But you don’t know how much you
hurt me.”
Adam’s breathing grew more erratic as he tried to keep
his feelings under control. But the idea that he stood to lose more than a
friend brought him to tears.
“I don’t want to lose you, Nicky.”
“I was never yours to lose, Adam.”
Jazz’ lips parted as he solemnly studied the older
teenager. “Maybe it’s better if we *don’t* see each other.”
“Don’t—say—that, please.”
“Goodbye,” Jazz said, his breath catching in his throat.
His long eyelashes swept up to uncover tear-filled eyes, their color suddenly
made vivid by the wetness within them.
Adam reached out with his thumb and gently caressed the
younger teenager’s eyebrow. “Adam…” Jazz protested, albeit weakly.
His lips tingled as they closed in on Adam’s cheek. All
at once, Adam moved his head, shifting just enough so that Jazz’ mouth
connected with his. Oh, God, it was so good. Jazz choked back a sob. He tasted
just like he thought he would.
“Don’t leave me.” It was more than Jazz could withstand.
That plea coming from such a strong willed personality.
Jazz deepened the kiss, his fingers playing restlessly
through the thick silk that was Adam’s hair. As he finally broke away, he could
hear Adam chanting something to himself under his breath. “Kissmekissmekissme…”
That he could have humbled someone like Adam made Jazz
feel powerful. Emotion arced through him, intense and emphatic. It was like
being struck by lightning. He barely had time to breathe before Adam captured
his mouth, sealing whatever pleas and vows he might have made deep inside.
Adam’s fingers tugging insistently at his hair, Jazz
allowed himself to be pulled closer still. He wanted…he wanted things he had
only dreamed about. “Please make love to me,” he whispered, only to have Adam
cease his restless motion.
“Nicky, I can’t.”
Jazz tore out of Adam’s embrace, immediately wrapping his
arms around himself. His posture was so defensive, it was obvious Jazz was
wounded. “You can,” he said softly. “You just won’t.”
“You’re making me choose between you and family. That’s
not fair.”
Jazz stared at him in disbelief. “What am I, if not just
as good as family? How can you choose them? Don’t you love me?”
Adam made an inarticulate noise in his throat. “I don’t
know how you can even ask me that.”
Jazz averted his face, but Adam caught the pale
glistening trail his tears made as they ran slowly down his cheek. “No one’s
ever chosen me over anyone. Not my mother. Not my father.”
“James and Smoke love you. They fought for you.”
Jazz half-turned in Adam’s direction, and the devastation
in his face was difficult for Adam to look upon. Especially knowing he was
responsible for putting it there. “Yeah,” he whispered. “But as much as I love
them both…” Jazz struggled to get past the enormous lump in his throat.
“…they’re not you.”
Adam sighed. “You want me to defy my father? That would
prove how much I love you?”
“Wouldn’t it?”
“I’m not doing this for *him*, Nicky. I’m doing it for
*us*. I’m trying to protect you-“
“From what? From you?” Jazz walked slowly and inexorably
towards his lover. “Do you really think that I don’t know what I want?”
“I-“
“Do you really think that I’ll change my mind in a year
or two?”
“I-“
Jazz moved in for the kill, his breath mingling with
Adam’s. “I love you. I’ve never told *anyone* that. Except James and Pete.
Don’t you think I mean it?”
Adam held his breath, his dark eyes focused intently on
Jazz’ mouth. “I love you, too.”
“Do you want me?”
“More than I need to breathe again.”
“Then make me yours,” Jazz pleaded.
“You already are, Nicky.”
Adam closed his eyes as Jazz’ artless kisses brought him
within a hairsbreadth of coming. “Sl-slow down, baby.”
With a gentle sigh, Jazz began to lick delicately at his
neck, plucking the tender skin there every now and again with his teeth. It was
arousing. It was torture. Adam opened his eyes and reached for his young lover.
Framing his face with his hands, Adam looked intently at Jazz. “Listen to me.”
The faintest of questions arose in Jazz’ pure green gaze,
but he forced himself to wait patiently.
“Once you belong to me, there’s no going back. Do you
understand?”
Jazz nodded solemnly.
“I mean it, Nicky. I won’t ever let you go.”
Jazz kissed him. “I don’t want you to let me go, Adam.”
*****
“Where are you two off to?” Walter asked benevolently.
“Going for a walk,” Adam lied smoothly, hoping that his
nerves didn’t show through the cool façade he’d managed to erect.
“Have fun, kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he
called after them.
Adam tried not to look at Jazz, but their fingers
inadvertently touched, causing them to spring apart, as if their every thought
was somehow being telegraphed to the older man. Jazz colored furiously, which
was odd enough, but when Adam blushed, too, Walter began to wonder just what
they might be up to.
“You’re not thinking of doing anything dangerous, are
you?” he added.
Adam shook his head without turning around. As soon as
they were out of sight, however, he revealed that he was nearly breathless with
laughter. “Oh, God, I thought he knew.”
Jazz glanced at him nervously. Adam wrapped an arm around
his shoulders and kissed a spot behind his ear. “We don’t have to do anything,
Nicky. I’ll love you, no matter what.”
“Oh, no.” Jazz’ eyes grew serious. “You’re going to take
me back to the Wishing Bridge. Only this time, I’m going to get what I wished
for.”
*****
There was no playful splashing through the water like the
last time. The sun was overhead, the trees forming protective cover as the sunlight
dappled the surrounding foliage.
When they reached the bridge, they knelt down, facing
each other. This wasn’t about sex. It was love, pure and simple, radiant and
complicated as hell. Adam slowly pushed up Jazz’ T-shirt, eventually pulling it
over his head. The younger teen’s chest was hairless but muscular. For someone
as slim as he was, he was not the least bit effeminate.
Jazz breathed hard just from the sensation of Adam
palming his nipples. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” Adam lowered his head to suckle each nipple
in turn, and the delicate tremors that vibrated through his lover’s body told
him that he was doing something right.
Adam popped open the top snap on Jazz’ jeans and lowered
the zipper. Pushing the jeans down past Jazz’ hips, he stopped for a moment to
steal a glimpse of what was undeniably one of the most beautiful bodies he’d
ever seen, male or female. Jazz’ dick was long and slender and nestled between
his thighs, half-hard.
Without warning, Adam wrapped one hand around Jazz’ cock
while he plied him with ardent kisses. Jazz’ head fell back, exposing his neck,
but Adam ignored it, preferring to sip directly from his lover’s mouth, his
tongue gliding expertly into its depths. Jazz whimpered and an incipient shiver
ran through him. “I don’t think I-“
Adam’s warm, wet mouth slanted across his with new
intensity. “You can come. It’s okay.”
“But—“
“You’re too tense. You need to relax anyway. Otherwise it
won’t be any good for either one of us,” Adam explained, unable to wrench his
mouth away from Jazz’ for long.
“Are you su—“
Adam stroked him lightly and Jazz involuntarily rocked
his hips, thrusting himself into his lover’s grip. “Ohhh…”
“Yes, baby. Do it.”
“Mmm…”
It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes. After he
came, Jazz hid his face against Adam’s chest, finding it hard to believe that
coming so quickly could be good for anything. But Adam shocked the hell out of
him.
He sank even lower and lapped at Jazz’ groin,
meticulously cleaning him. Moments later, he smiled as he whispered against
Jazz’ mouth, “Taste yourself, Nicky.”
That sent an erotic pang through Jazz’ eagerly recovering
young body and his dick stirred, gently disturbing the nest of dark brown hair
that surrounded it. “Umm…are we going to—“
“Oh, yes, Nicky. I’m going to make love to you.”
Adam undressed rapidly, suddenly aware that he might come
before he could take Jazz’ virginity. He didn’t want that to happen. They had
both been through too much to go back to being platonic lovers. They
desperately needed to go forward.
When he was naked, he was well aware of Jazz’ desirous
glances. He was taller than his lover. More solid. His chest was lightly
furred, unlike the younger teen’s, a fact that Jazz seemed intimately
acquainted with, considering the longing looks he was giving it. Sparing a
moment to pull off Jazz’ jeans with an ease that could only come from practice,
Adam looked up to find his lover regarding him with an enigmatic look.
“What?”
“How many times have you done that before?”
“Tons. Why?”
“I thought I was the first.”
“You are. The first guy. All the others were girls.”
Jazz’ eyes widened. “Then we’re both virgins?”
“Afraid so.”
“Do you know what to do?”
Adam’s gaze turned sultry. “Hell, yes. I’ve been waiting
for you a long time, Nicky. I didn’t want our first time to be uncomfortable.”
Jazz took a deep breath. His first sight of Adam’s highly
aroused cock made him nervous. Where Jazz was long, Adam was shorter. Where
Jazz was slender, Adam was thicker. “Um…there’s no way that’s going to fit up
my ass, Adam,” he said with very real trepidation.
“You’d be surprised.”
Jazz swallowed. Surprise wasn’t exactly what he had in
mind.
*****
Making a bed of their clothing, Adam gently lay Jazz on
his stomach. When the younger teen protested that he couldn’t see or kiss him,
Adam whispered, “Ssh, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. It’s better this way the
first time.”
“But—“
“Ssh. I can still kiss you here,” Adam kissed his lover’s
shoulder, “and here,” then kissed his lover’s neck. Reassured, Jazz relaxed
enough to look over his shoulder, smiling when Adam kissed him on the mouth. “I
love you.”
Adam slid a hand beneath Jazz’ body, grasping his cock.
He caressed Jazz’ back with his other hand, lightly massaging his spine, then
his thighs, careful not to touch his opening yet. Slowly but surely, Adam
circled the small pucker, taking great care not to enter it.
When he thought that Jazz was sufficiently aroused to
proceed, Adam grabbed the tube of lube he’d brought, pouring some of it into
his fingers. Jazz’ erection faded as it was abandoned that way, but it was soon
resurrected by the entrance of Adam’s lubed finger into his lover’s center.
At Jazz’ startled gasp, Adam waited a moment for him to
relax again. “You okay, Nicky?”
“Mm, yeah. It doesn’t hurt. Just feels funny.”
“Good.”
Gradually he began to work a second finger inside his
lover, and not for the first time, he admired Jazz’ ability to adapt. He wasn’t
sure he could do the same under the same circumstances. Eventually he added a
third finger, scissoring his fingers back and forth, the way he’d read, to
relax the snug passage even further.
As Jazz started to respond to his ministrations with
enthusiastic abandon, Adam felt himself grow harder. It was almost time. He was
going to do it. He was going to claim what was his and mark him forever.
“Nicky?” He had to be sure that Jazz was ready. But oh,
God, if he didn’t get inside him soon, he would come all over his firm young
ass.
As if he knew what Adam was asking, Jazz bucked wildly on
his fingers and cried out, “Oh, yes, please, Adam! I want you inside me now! I
want you to fuck me!”
He didn’t hesitate a second longer. His hand
automatically lubed his almost rigid erection and he lined up his now-aching
cock with his lover’s opening. Sliding into him was easier than it could have
been, and Jazz was so hot, nothing prevented Adam from penetrating as deeply as
he could go.
Still he hung there for long moments, just absorbing the
feel of the narrow channel surrounding his cock. It didn’t feel like being
inside a girl. With a sigh of what could have been relief, Adam relaxed. It
wasn’t the same. Jazz didn’t feel like anyone he had ever been with, and that
pleased him beyond words.
“Oh, Nicky,” he whispered. Adam would not ever love
anyone else like this, and he knew it to be true, just as surely as he was
buried deep inside his body.
“Move, Adam,” Jazz chanted impatiently. “Move!”
They moved together, Adam setting the initial rhythm, but
Jazz reacting instinctively with a certainty that belied his virginity. They
didn’t last long. They went too high, too fast, but at last, when they
climaxed, it was so close as to be simultaneous.
Jazz’ groan marked the second time he’d come in a very
short time. After Adam pulled out, Jazz twisted around to face him, bestowing a
sleepy kiss on his mouth. “How’d I do?” he asked drowsily.
Adam rolled onto his back and took his lover with him,
pulling him on top of him like a blanket. At first Jazz was all arms and legs
trying to fit every which way, but finally he settled into a comfortable
position, bonelessly sprawling across Adam like a well-loved comforter.
“You did great,” Adam whispered into his ear, his breath
ruffling Jazz’ long golden brown hair.
After a long pause, Adam couldn’t resist asking, “Did you
like it?”
Jazz snuggled closer, tucking his head under Adam’s chin.
“Um…I want to do it again.”
“Yeah?”
Jazz rubbed his cheek against Adam’s right nipple. “Maybe
later.”
“Later,” Adam echoed incredulously, marveling at how the
younger teen was taking this all in stride.
“If I ever wake up,” Jazz added with an expansive yawn.
“You’d better wake up,” Adam said, slapping his love’s
ass lightly. “If you end up with a sunburn on your ass, someone’s going to get
suspicious.”
Jazz raised his head briefly to stare at Adam, his
heavy-lidded eyes straining to see. “Who besides you would be looking at my
ass?”
“Good point. Go to sleep.”
Jazz smiled against his bare skin. He was so lucky to
have tamed Adam’s wild heart. He entwined his fingers with Adam’s and gave up
the struggle to fight sleep. “Love you…so much.”
Adam wrapped both arms around his most precious
possession. He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to stay awake and savor this
moment for as long as he dared. “Me, too.”
End