Little Things - 1. Execrable

Execrable

Jason left the bar alone—shoulders hunched against the wind. He’d enjoyed his blind date with Rene. There’d been that little kiss at the end he’d tried to prolong. Rene was a sexy man and Jason wanted some of that, well, a lot of that, in his bed. His date however, pushed him away at the first sign of a tongue. Jason got the hint.

Jason had taken a step back, aware that Rene wasn’t enjoying the full-body contact. In fact, he realized that Rene had pulled away or resisted all his attempts to get close. Yet, Rene appeared interested and engaged as they spent time talking.

“Sorry, Jason. I’m just not into one night stands or sex with someone I don’t know.” Rene had pushed him away gently with a palm to Jason’s chest.

“Hey … look. You’re a nice guy and I respect what you feel.”

Rene had grinned then. “So, this is the brush off? The time you say, I like you Rene but ….”

Smiling at his blue-eyed date Jason replied, “Nope. Sure going home with you, taking you to bed would be wonderful, but I’ve never forced anyone and I’m not starting with you.”

Rene smiled then and Jason saw hope in it. “Can I see you again, Rene? I enjoyed tonight— talking to you.”

“Yeah. I’d like that. I enjoyed it too.”

Over the next month the spoke daily and met for dinner or walks along the boardwalk regularly, intimacy however, didn’t exist beyond a nearly chaste kiss goodbye. But Jason found he liked it.

Jason stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around his waist. Grabbing a second one from the warming rack, he rubbed it through his hair. ‘Tonight is the night.’

He put the thick damp towel around his neck. With a touch of gel on his fingers he ran them through his damp hair and wiped the remnants on the terry cloth.

‘That’ll do. I’ll leave the stubble.’ Jason appraised himself in the steamy mirror. ‘He will be in my bed tonight. We’ve waited long enough.’

The thought of slowly unbuttoning Rene’s shirt—finally seeing what lay beneath— caused Jason’s dick to awaken. He willed it down. Jason entered into his bedroom, pulled on the worn grey jeans and soft charcoal cotton shirt.

He walked barefoot into the kitchen. Dinner was prepped; the medallions of pork were ready as was the burgundy and mushroom sauce he’d finish them in. Wine cooled in the refrigerator.

Yes, it was a seduction. Jason had planned it all and the wine was a favourite of Rene’s. He’d ply the reluctant man with wine in hope they could finally consummate their relationship.

‘I care about him—a lot.’ Jason poured a glass of creamy chardonnay and sipped it. He answered the buzzer when it sounded.

The meal had been delicious and a success. Rene seemed relaxed and had started a fourth glass of wine.

Snuggled close on the sofa, Jason put his arm around the man he was starting to love and kissed him.

Rene responded and they kissed like they had been lost for years and were now reunited. Jason tried not to push too hard, but it was Rene who rose first and pulled Jason to the room he’d never seen before. Slowly they removed each other’s clothes. They kissed and touched and explored each other with desperate lips, each soft sound of desire and love. Each wanted the other’s pleasure to be ultimate.

Together they rolled on the bed and finally, Jason reached for a condom and rolled it on slowly. Rene grinned and dripped lube on it and rubbed it slowly over the head of Jason’s hard sheathed cock. He lay on his back and Jason helped him raise his legs.

As he knelt there, cock staring at Rene’s pulsing entrance, Jason stared into Rene’s bright lust filled eyes. He leaned forward and said, “I love you.” Then he pressed on, slowly added pressure to Rene’s tight hole.

Jason’s dick had just begun its journey, when Rene sat up and pushed Jason away.

“NO!”

Jason fell backward on to his ass and he watched Rene, get up, grab his clothes and run from the room. Scrambling off the bed, Jason followed after him, discarding the unneeded condom on the way.

“What Rene? What the fuck?” Jason tugged on the grey jeans.

“I’m going. I … I can’t.”

Jason sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t want you to go.”

“No … but I can’t do what you want.”

“Umm, you were sort of into it.”

“You got me drunk.”

Jason felt the beginnings of anger, but he did his best to hide it. “I did no such thing. Yeah I’d hope the wine would help us relax but that’s all.”

Rene deflated before him and Jason led him to the sofa. They sat.

“Rene … something isn’t right. I think we both know that.”

Silent tears ran from Rene’s blue eyes. “There is … but it’s not you. I swear it’s not.”

Jason wiped the tears away. “Tell me. You can tell me anything.”

Shaking his head, Rene tried to stand. Jason grabbed his hand to stop him. “I don’t want to push you, but I can’t do this anymore. I like you, love you, but I want more. I do … that’s the truth.”

“I ….”

“Rene if you need to talk, I’ll listen. If you need help, I’ll help you. But if you go, then we’re done. I know that sounds harsh but I need more. We both deserve more.”

As he listened to Jason, Rene realized his boyfriend—yes, his only ever boyfriend—was right.

Rene took Jason’s hand; he leaned forward and gave him a tentative kiss and said, “Grown men, shouldn’t fuck little boys.”

Jason felt like he’d been sucker punched. He had been mentally—he hadn’t seen that coming, not even a little bit. It all made sense now. Slowly he gathered Rene to him; the protector in him collected the broken hurt boy up and held him close and promised he never let him go.

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