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