Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the fourth: Fire and Ice
The same day, later at night

Meeting Jason at the stall at 10, Harry’s nerves settled down after Jason gave him a once-over and commented, “Awesome, man!” (Harry was wearing his new black jeans (the ones Jason had said made his arse look “dead sexy”), a snug black T-shirt with a single silver star centered on it and his new Docs). When Harry returned the compliment (Jason had changed into some tight blue jeans and a vintage “Sprite” T-shirt), Jason had spied the new tongue-ring.

“Dude, that rocks! Lemme see—what’s on the barbell?” Harry obligingly stuck out his tongue and allowed Jason to admire the snakes. Then Jason grabbed his hand and headed to the tube stop, explaining that they’d meet his friends at the club.

The club—Fire and Ice—was like nothing Harry had experienced before. He took in the dark, the music thumping loudly, the bodies spinning under flashing lights—and felt exhilarated.

“What’s your poison?” Jason asked, leaning over to speak in Harry’s ear. Feeling Jason’s lips brush his ear, Harry barely managed to repress a shiver. Who knew lips against your ear felt so good?

“I dunno. What’re you having?” Harry wasn’t much of a drinker and he didn’t think firewhiskey was on the menu anyways, so he figured following Jason’s lead was the best idea.

“Pint of cider,” Jason replied. “I’ll get this round.”

“Sounds good, I’ll have a pint as well. Want me to claim us a table?”

At Jason’s nod, Harry sidled his way through the crush of bodies to an empty four-top. Jason and two of his friends who had met up with him at the bar soon joined him. Harry had finished half his cider when Jason leaned over, and brushing his lips against Harry’s ear again, asked Harry to dance.

The rest of the night at the club was a bit of a blur. Harry mostly remembered sensations: Jason’s hands at his waist, his hands in Jason’s long hair, Jason’s hot tongue on his neck, his hands clenched on Jason’s shoulders, Jason’s lips as they crushed his own, Jason’s tongue as it slid across his teeth, along the roof of his mouth and around the silver barbell.

The pump of the music.

The taste of Jason’s mouth, sweet from the cider, the feel of his own tongue battling for dominance in Jason’s mouth, Jason’s hands stroking and squeezing his bum, the taste of Jason’s skin as he slid his tongue down Jason’s neck and along his collarbone.

The cool, tart flavour of cider as it slid down his dry throat.

The way he felt with his back pressed up against Jason’s hard chest and Jason’s hard prick grinding into his arse, moving to the music that seemed to beat in his blood.

The drip of sweat down his back.

The way Jason’s firm arse felt under his own hands and the exquisite sensation of his own painfully hard, denim-covered cock rubbing against Jason’s equally hard member.

One thing he did remember clearly is Jason inviting him back to his flat—his brother was out of town on business and he had the flat to himself. Harry was more than half-pissed by this point, but his mind was crystal sharp when he accepted Jason’s invitation. He knew what he was getting into—and he wanted it. There were no doubts in his mind as he and Jason, between bouts of heated snogging, half-walked, half-stumbled the few blocks to Jason’s flat.

After unkeying the lock and shutting the door behind them, Jason swung Harry around and pressed him back against the door, ravishing his mouth. Harry moaned as Jason’s tongue lapped at his newly pierced earlobe and traced the contours of his ear. His hands wandered down Jason’s back to fondle his delicious arse. Harry shuddered and tilted his head as Jason licked and bit his way down his neck, sucking, then soothing with his tongue.

Harry’s hands roamed under Jason’s shirt, up his chest and brushed his nipples, wringing a moan from Jason’s lips. Emboldened, Harry took the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over Jason’s head, his hands swiftly returning to their exploration of the flat nipples, smooth pecs and gently defined abs. Jason hissed Harry’s name in pleasure as Harry’s thumbs rubbed, then circled his nipples. Impatient with the T-shirt blocking his tongue’s path to Harry’s chest, Jason pulled it off and immediately latched his mouth onto one nipple, licking and sucking until it was pebble-hard. Harry gasped at the first touch of Jason’s hot tongue to his sensitive nipple, then moaned as it was tugged on gently with Jason’s teeth. Switching to the other side, Jason swirled his tongue around Harry’s other nipple, while Harry clutched his hands in Jason’s hair and panted.

Just when Harry thought his legs were going to give way, Jason detached himself from Harry’s reddened chest and pulled him away from the door. Wrapping his arms around Harry, Jason walked Harry backwards as his tongue dove deep in his mouth. Around the barbell, along the backs of his teeth, gliding over the ridges of the roof of his mouth, Jason’s tongue explored every aspect of Harry’s mouth. Harry nearly came when Jason sucked his tongue into his mouth and bit not-quite-gently on it.

Harry felt the backs of his knees hit something, then found himself falling onto a couch, with Jason following him down to lay on his chest and suck on his neck. Jason’s mouth traveled down Harry’s chest, licking and sucking and biting. When Jason’s tongue drove into his navel, Harry bucked his hips and keened. He felt Jason’s eyes on him and he looked down his body to see him grinning.

“Like that?” Jason teased the indentation again with his tongue.

“Gods, yes….” Harry moaned, closing his eyes again. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, no, I’m not stopping,” Jason’s fingers began flicking open the buttons of Harry’s fly. “I’m definitely keeping going.” His nimble fingers reached into the open fly of Harry’s jeans and stroked Harry’s erection through his boxers. Harry caught his breath and exhaled through his teeth, “Yesssss…”

Jason licked his lips and eased Harry’s boxers down over his erection. Without even really knowing what he was doing, Harry lifted his hips slightly so Jason could pull his trousers and his boxers down his thighs. He jumped a little as he felt warm, moist heat surround the head of his cock. He’d never felt anything so…incredible.

All rational thought left Harry’s mind as Jason took as much of Harry’s length as he could into his mouth and sucked. Jason’s tongue licked up the pre-cum leaking from the head of Harry’s cock and he hummed in pleasure, sending shockwaves pulsing through Harry’s entire being. Harry was reduced to moans and the occasional incoherent mumbling as Jason licked and sucked his way up the underside of his cock, around the head and down again. One hand encircled the base of Harry’s erection and the other rolled the sac hanging below. Jason moved his hand away from Harry’s balls and wet his fingers in his mouth, never letting up on his oral ministrations. When Harry instinctively started thrusting his hips upwards, Jason\'s hand released his erection and held his hip down, stilling Harry’s thrusting movement; at the same time, he slid his spit-moistened fingers under Harry’s balls, along his perineum and began circling his fingers around Harry’s tight hole.

It was enough to drive Harry over the edge; he felt his orgasm gathering and gasped out, “Jason….gods…I’m close…I’m…I’m gonna…”

Jason released Harry’s throbbing cock long enough to say, “Let go, Harry…cum for me,” before sucking strongly on the head of Harry’s cock and pressing his finger firmly against his entrance. Harry’s back arched off the couch as he shot his load into his lover’s waiting mouth. Jason swallowed quickly, licking the dribbles of salty fluid from the corners of his mouth and Harry’s still-twitching penis. Giving Harry one last lick, he moved up Harry’s shuddering body, planting kisses on his chest, his collarbone, his neck before finally taking his mouth in a deep kiss. Despite feeling completely limp, Harry returned the kiss eagerly, tasting himself as he did.

Finally breaking the kiss, Jason pulled back and looked at Harry. “Good?” he asked with a knowing grin.

Harry grinned back. “Do you even have to ask? Holy fuck, that was amazing!” He reached a hand up to tangle in Jason’s dark locks, pulling him down for another kiss. He could feel Jason’s erection pressing against his thigh. Giving one last nip to his lover’s bottom lip, Harry slid his free hand down to Jason’s still-clothed member and squeezed it lightly, saying, “Mind if I return the favour?”

Jason groaned and pressed his erection into Harry’s hand. “God, yes, please!”

Shifting his hand to Jason’s fly, Harry smirked and said, “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes—ok if we take care of that little problem?” Jason sat up and wasted little time toeing off his trainers and doffing his remaining clothing. Harry took the opportunity to swiftly unlace his boots, kicking them free before shedding his own garments.

Harry ran his hands down Jason’s chest as he lowered his mouth to capture Jason’s with his own. He was feeling a bit nervous, seeing as how he’d never given a blowjob before, but he knew what Jason had done to him had been brilliant. So Harry set about copying Jason’s actions, sucking, licking and swirling his tongue around the black-haired boy’s rather impressive erection. He gagged a little when he tried to take the entire length into his mouth, but recovered quickly and backed off a little. His left hand brushed through the dark curls surrounding Jason’s cock and played with his heavy sac while his right hand encircled the base. He ran his tongue over the slight indentation at the head, tasting Jason’s bitter-salty pre-cum. Harry had never tasted anyone’s cum before, and while he couldn’t say he loved it, it wasn’t too bad.

“Damn, Harry…so good…have to…” Jason hands clutched in Harry’s hair as arched his hips. Harry realized Jason was about to cum and gave a last, hard suck to push him over the brink. “Jesus!” Jason threw back his head and yelled as his seed spurted into Harry’s mouth. There was rather more of it than Harry expected, but he managed to swallow most of it in one go, licking up the remainder as Jason lay panting and shuddering in the aftermath.

Crawling back up his lover’s body, Harry placed one last kiss on the side of Jason’s mouth. Jason’s brown eyes opened to meet Harry’s green ones.

“Shit, Harry,” Jason said, sucking in a deep breath. “Damn that was good.”

“Yeah?” Harry grinned.

“Oh, yeah,” Jason grinned back.

Harry played with the light scattering of hair on Jason’s chest and decided to let Jason in on his secret.

“You know,” he said, watching his fingers entwine in the black hairs, “I’ve never…done that before.” His eyes darted to Jason’s face to see if he was put off by his inexperience.

Jason blinked. “What do you mean, you’ve never done that before? You mean…that was the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy off?”

Feeling inadequate, Harry didn’t meet Jason’s eyes as he jerked a shoulder. “Well, yeah…that, or had anyone suck me off either.”

“Seriously? Damn, Harry, you could have fooled me! That’s an amazingly talented tongue you have…” He broke off as his cider-soaked brain caught up. “Wait, so, does that mean you’ve never had sex before?”

Harry shook his head, flushing a little at the admission.

Jason looked at him for a moment before a slow smile bloomed on his face. “So…do you want to?”