Escaping Perfect

Disclaimer: These characters are mine and they are over the age of consent.

Author's note: I apologize for any and all typos. This chapter is long and very graphic. Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 15

They made their way through the crowd. The number of people filling the house was enough to provide a bit of cover for them. No one would suspect that they were leaving together, even if they followed.

Neither Jace nor Warren had to worry about Sarah getting home, because she and Tina probably had a similar plan like theirs in mind. Jace hopped in his Mustang while Warren followed in his Explorer. A mutual decision was reached and they decided to go back to Jace’s house. Another lecture tour would keep her away from at least another two to three days.

When the reached the house, Warren followed Jace inside quietly. He was nervous. If tonight went to the new heights that he believed it would, then he would a guy on guy virgin. He was scared, because it was all so new, but then again, he was nervous that he wouldn’t be good.

He dropped his leathermen jacket of the large white living room sofa. He’d steadily fallen in love with the sofa for its ridiculously soft cushions. Jace teased him constantly, saying he’d only fallen for him, because of his sofa.

Jace came back from the kitchen with a bottle of water for him and a bottle of juice for himself. “So, that was fun in the formulaic teen drama-comedy way?” Jace deadpanned.

Warren favored Jace with a slight smirk. “Oh, so now you’re a critic of parties?” Warren teased. Jace wasn’t sure if he should feel affronted or apologize. “No, continue. You’re on to something.” Warren ribbed just a bit more.

Jace took the bait. “Well, sure the football team just won a huge championship, now our movie’s hero to find that one special girl that he’s been after, but hasn’t got, because of high school social stratification and the constant presence of the ‘it’-girl’s boyfriend. I figure it in about another hour or two we’ll get that finish. We already had the drunken jocks lift someone up to do a keg stand…” Jace continued.

Warren listened attentively. Gradually minutes turned into hours, and they were in a hyper relaxed state. They’d even drifted across the sofa, where Jace sat in a corner with Warren’s head in his lap. “I think I’ll tell my Dad after the interview.”

The mild stroking of Warren’s cropped hair trickled to a stop. “Really?” Jace inquired. “You think you’re ready to make such a big step?”

Those stormy grey eyes bore directly up at Jace. Suddenly, one of Warren’s hands found itself wrapping over one of Jace’s. “Yeah, if I wait any longer things can only get messier. I need to make a decision within the next two weeks.”

“So, this is just about football?” Jace knew Warren had been long past ready to throw of the yoke of the sport from around his neck, yet he still wondered, no matter how many times Warren tried to assure him, whether Warren would make a full disclosure about his reasons for not wanting to play any longer.

Warren could see the cogs turning in Jace’s head. He could see the entrance of doubt that seemed to plague their relationship. Wondering himself for so long, he’d finally come to the decision that night on the bus. High school romances usually didn’t last the long haul, nevertheless, he felt his freedom could only come with full truthfulness.

He’d make his dad know him for the man that he really was. His father’s respect would be won. If Jace could and he could be together in the future, he’d be happy.

Their fingers intertwined. Staring into Jace’s eyes, he said, “I’m going to tell my dad everything. Whether he likes it or not, this is my life. I have control now to make decisions about my future.”

Jace smiled down at Warren. Before he’d thought that Warren was naïve, sometimes terribly so. Over the weeks and months of them being together, he’d come to see Warren had a good handle on what it meant to come out. Sure, there would be joys, but there’d be many consequences.

He held his tongue when it came to Warren’s dad. He knew that man wouldn’t relent that easy to his son’s declaration. People obsessed and so emotionally invested like Mr. Brick, didn’t just walk away quietly into the night without looking back or trying to change things.

Their lips met once Jace lowered his head for a kiss. Warren smiled softly. “ What was that for?”

Jace went back to an old habit, biting his bottom lip. “That, Warren—was for luck.” Warren kissed him back. “Thanks. I can use all the luck I can get.”

The kissing continued, gradually growing more passionate with each passing kiss. “Maybe, we should take this to the back.” Jace whispered against Warren’s lips. All Warren could do was nod.

Standing in Jace’s room looking at his bed knowing that it was about to be used for far more than sleeping was forcing his stomach to do somersaults, back flips, and any other gravity-defying exercise that came along with severe nervousness. Jace didn’t look to much better.

“We’re ready for this, right?” He asked.

Jace’s blue eyes sparkled affirmatively. “I think so….Yeah, we are…We’re adults, too.”

“Definitely. We love each other.” There was no need to question how they felt for each other.

“We really do.” Jace answered anyway. Neither was sure of who started, but they were kissing nonetheless. Hands grasped at shoulders and hips.

There were many things that Warren hadn’t believed in until he met Jace. Addiction had never crossed his mind, but then again, he’d never been kissed by Jace Howard before. Guys had bigger mouths than girls and with Jace’s full lips, the experience became all about wet heat and dizzying pressure against his own.

Warren sucked on Jace’s tongue, he decided to forget about his thoughts from before. This would last forever, they were made for each other. Jace’s mouth on his, that long lean body full of masculine touches pressed to his. There was nothing fragile about Jace’s body. It complimented his own tall bulky frame.

One time, Jace told him he had the body of a swimmer and wrestler’s lovechild. He was tall, not freakishly so, sort of narrow in the hips, but fully stacked in the arms, shoulder, chest, back and abs.

The buttons of Jace’s shirt were undone dexterously by Warren’s thick fingers. A nicely tanned strip of skin revealed itself. Warren took a second to look; a finger trailed down from between those dusky nipples to Jace’s taut navel.

“My turn.” Jace kissed him aggressively, gripping Warren behind his head. The little spunt Warren had just pulled had made him hard. His fingers trailed down to Warren’s belt, quickly undoing the buckle and button fly before unzipping them.

Warren stepped out of his fallen jeans. “You do you and I’ll do me.” Jace understood, and moved to remove his open shirt and jeans. But, his eyes linger on Warren as he peeled his shirt away. He’d begged to photograph Warren, all the hard lines of his body made him look like a living Adonis. The jock teased him for his crush on the guys from the ‘300’ movie.

It wasn’t a crush on the warriors exactly. It was seeing bodies that reminded him so much of Warren’s that made him hot. Especially, those deep indenations at the start of Warren’s hips. Plaid boxers hung precariously low at the tip of the juncture between his legs.

They were close to reaching their first limit. “God, Jace--” Warren stammered. He still remembered what it felt like to writhe against Jace with their clothes on.

“Yeah.” Jace said. An unseen seal was broken, causing them to crash into each other.

Warren’s large hands curled in Jace’s shaggy hair before trekking down over the column of Jace’s neck and down and across the breadth of lean shoulders. He gripped Jace’s hips bringing their covered cocks into alignment.

Boxer briefs which clung to the perfectly sculpted twin globes. Warren couldn’t resist dropping a firm hand down on the top of one cheek and sliding his hand just so slowly down the curve. Gradually his palm was filled with more. Reaching the bottom, his meaty fingers were so hovered into the clothed cleft. He squeezed roughly, eliciting a gasp and moan against his mouth.

He hadn’t meant to be so rough, but the necessity to touch was ruling out the need to temper his pace. He smiled when Jace gasped against his ear. “If you keep this up, we won’t make it all the way.”

“We’ll make it trust me.” Warren nuzzled his neck, and pushed him towards the bed.

Jace sat down heavily. The jock loomed over him. He reached out, his fingers curling at the base of Warren’s boxer shorts.

“Cut that out. There’s something I want to do first.” Warren pushed Jace back on the bed and slid his brunette’s boxer-briefs off. His breath caught at the sight of Jace’s rosy erect cock. Everything about it was nice. The shaft was rosy pink sloping down to a heavy deep peach colored sac. A fine patch of dark curls nestled the base of his cock.

Warren’s mouth watered. He’d dreamed about this, researched it tireless—if one could call watching porn a tiring effort.

He met Jace’s eyes, his gaze darkening with lust. “Warren.” Jace called, but had his voice was taken away as Warren’s hot mouth came down on the head of his cock.

The texture was different, soft, spongy. The weight of it seemed to belong on his tongue and the taste of Jace’s precum just made him hungry for more. Salty, a bit bitter, but a wholly desirable flavor.

Watching the guys on-line had been a big help. He wrapped his teeth with his lips, sucked down the head and shaft after several tries. Over and over again, he sucked on the head, kissed and mouthed the shaft, left wet trails from base to tip. As more precum dribbled from that well worked slit, Warren removed his grip on Jace’s sac, only to replace it with his mouth.

Jace’s legs slid energetically across Warren’s shoulders as he was folded in half. Sensations alternated between nibbling and sucking, Warren pulled those lightly furred balls deeper into his mouth. Each moan made him just a bit harder, pushed his desire to see Jace come, taste his come, just a bit higher.

In his hand’s, the shaft twitched again. He was bringing the brunette closer to the edge. “Warren, stop…. Pull back….Don’t wanna come yet.” Jace moaned as he dropped his head to the bed.

Warren pulled off. A slick pop filled the room. “What do you want then? Because I want to taste you.”

“I want to taste you too.”

This time Warren crawled back up the bed. Kissing was ten times better with the taste of Jace already on his tongue. He wondered whether Jace had tasted himself before. Jealousy clouded his vision, yet the feel of Jace’s tongue on his brought him back to earth.

“Turn over.” He allowed Jace to push him onto his back. Having that almost too pretty cock dangling in front of his face seemed like the ultimate bait. Teeth sunk into the meat of Jace’s thigh much to his chagrin. “Asshole.” The brunette hissed.

“I’m looking at one.” Warren mumbled.

If Warren had believed that having Jace in his mouth felt good, then being in Jace’s mouth was like heaven. So wet, tight and perfect. Oh God, there was tongue wrapping around him, massaging him like a lollypop. Gathering his wits—as much as he could manage, Warren returned to his ministrations. The head of Jace’s cock hit the back of his throat. Each repeated touch made him cough and gag on the verge of vomiting. Putting a cock in his throat was something he hadn’t worked up to yet.

Instead, Warren pulled off, allowing the feel of that hot wet mouth to flow over him. His eyes drifted upwards over the hanging sac and past that soft looking stretch of skin where Jace was spread wide open. It was Jace’s hole, starring right back at him.

He could fully understand why other guys would be obsessed with their girlfriend’s pussies after they’d seen them. Once the mystery was taken away, the covers removed, you couldn’t fight the compulsion to taste it. After all, they’d probably tasted every part of her anyway. Why not one of the most important?

Handling the globes of Jace’s ass reminded him of a split orange. How could he describe the smell as he inched closer? It was dark, deep, musty, but not bad. His tongue circled the ridges on the outside. Above him, the brunette shivered, his legs buckled as Warren’s tongue grow more bold, circling, caressing, then diving inside with jabbing thrusts.

The sound of Jace’s voice made him slow down, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to see Jace come. His wish was granted as he felt hot jets of come hit his chest in rapid succession.

He was right there, so close to the edge that one more suck would have caused him to come too. A wet palm gripped him, flowing up and down with greatly speed, until his back arched and come was flying upwards landing on both he and Jace.

They laid side by side. Their chest heaved as deep their lungs tried to recover. Jace turned over to look at Warren. The blond had a healthy rose glow to his cheeks, sweat created a natural plaster between for his hair and forehead.

“That was amazing.”

“You took the words out of my mouth. Jesus, if I had known--”

Jace stole a quick kiss. He tasted himself on Warren’s tongue. If possible, he would have come again from that alone. “You’d be such a slut.” He teased, stealing another quick kiss. “Just joking. You can do that to me anytime….How did you learn that?”

Warren smiled cheekily. “I did some research.”

A dark brow quirked. “Research? You’ll have to tell me about that sometime.” They lazily kissed for minutes with arms wrapped around each other as their cocks stirred as they ground together.

It was Warren who pulled away this time. His gaze traveling down to their reawakening cocks. “I could really used to looking at us together.”

Smiling softly, Jace looked down at them too, and then back to Warren. “I think I’d like to feel you as much as I see you.”

Warren kissed him while nodding. “Yeah, I think I want that too.”

“Got a condom?”

“Let me check my wallet. Do you have any just in case?”

“I have some. I just don’t want to get up.” Jace reclined on the bed again. His head lay turned to see Warren walk across the room in his full glory. It would have been a sin if he hadn’t taken his cock in hand that moment. “You know it’s nothing against you right? I just want to be safe.”

Warren rummaged through his jeans finally finding his intended package. “I know. I wouldn’t expect us to be any other way.”

Once, he returned to the bed, they sat apart with the green foil package resting between them. “How are we going to do this?” Warren asked.

“As long as you stretch me, it won’t be too bad no matter what way we choose. On hands and knees might be easiest.”

The remark was subtle, yet it told Warren enough to make him sure that Jace had done this before, had had sex with someone other than him. “I want to see your face…I want to kiss you.”

The kisses were now soft and gentle. As if they’d downshifted for a longer ride. Warren stroked Jace’s lean sides, his fingers creeping slowly up and down like warm waves. “Just show me what to do.”

Jace took the opportunity to open the condom and slide it over Warren’s renewed erection. The condom snaps tight around the base of his cock. It felt so final, like it was all inevitable and approaching like the end of a hunger panged a person for far too long.

On his back, Jace showed Warren what to do. His finger moved slowly and deeply, scissoring inside the hole he’d become acquainted with earlier. His finds the bump he was looking for; the evidence of its presence was written all over Jace’s face. The sounds he made drove Warren to concentrate on finishing the task of stretching him.

Finally, he pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock inside. He moved slowly according to Jace’s instructions. Inside felt like hot fire in a glove, the best feeling he’d ever felt. He stopped after he pressed all the way in. Jace’s fingers dug into his shoulders, while those long lean legs drifted down to rest on his hips and wrap around his back at the ankles.

“Now.” Jace urged.

Warren started slowly moving in and out. His cock sawing in and out the super tight confines, the fit is perfectly snug—made for him. The urge to kiss overtakes him, so bent down and kissed any available surface, blindly he sought out Jace’s lips.

Low in his belly, heat blossomed, seeming to make his cock just a bit harder. Jace was jacking himself now. His hands sliding over his cock rapidly to bring him off. One day, he’d work on making Jace come from him being inside him, but for now, he needed to get a better grip on Jace’s hips. The closer he got, the more stronger his thrusts became.

The roar of blood filled his ear. His pulse running faster than a thousand wild horses. He gripped tighter. Their hips banging together in furious succession. Warren opened his mouth to yell, instead an unintelligible noise filled the room as his spunk filled the condom to its fullest.

Under him, Jace’s fist stroked faster and faster. Each pump drove him closer, until he screwed up his eyes tight once jets of his come hit Warren’s stomach and his own chest.

He managed to kiss Jace once more before the quaking of his muscles became too much. Jace wiped them off with a nearby pillowcase. “God.” Jace whispered as he laid down by Warren again.

“Yeah.” The covers wrapped over them as if by magic. The two of them were exhausted far beyond belief. If more needed to be said, it would have to wait until the morning, because neither had the energy to remain awake. Sleep called to them, as did the memories of being together.

TBC