This Talking Thing
“Winning, huh?” Jamie leaned forward and placed a slow, meaningful kiss on Hearst’s lips. “Do you feel like a winner now, rabbit?”
“I definitely do,” Hearst confirmed. “It can’t be real, though. I mean, did I really win you?”
“What’s so hard to believe?”
“But I got close to you for all the wrong reasons.”
“I suppose we wouldn’t be the first to get together that way in the history of humankind.”
“Okay,” Hearst admitted, trying to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach, as Jamie continued to pepper his lips with small kisses. “But you were gone. I thought you were done with me.”
“I thought so, too,” Jamie replied. “Because I was mad, but not so mad, once my head cleared and I began to see the whole picture. Your brother was, after all, the evil mastermind. By the way, how’s he taking it? Losing his precious little gig playing the demon for a creepy show?”
Hearst took a moment to consider his answer. Wen had taken it hard, as expected. But Hearst believed that his brother, stuck in his ways as he was, despite his young age, would find another LiveFeed in the end.
“He hasn’t found out about my role in everything yet. I think he’s still investigating what happened on his own, although everyone else has moved on. I mean, I’m not surprised someone like Angus landed on his feet,” Hearst said quickly. Jamie was only confirming that he was hearing his words through soft grunts while his hands were getting busy. Now, they were slowly making their way underneath his t-shirt, making circles on his belly.
“Not that well on his feet,” Jamie murmured against his ear. “Do we really have to do this talking thing?”
“I believe you initiated it,” Hearst insisted. “I’m only answering your questions.” He gasped as Jamie caught his ear between his teeth as if he was trying to devour it whole. “What do you mean when you say that about Angus?”
“Well, call me petty,” Jamie drawled, “but I asked my brother to keep me up to date with everything that happened later to all the assholes who thought they could pull such a rotten trick on a bunch of unsuspecting people.”
“And what has he told you?”
“Angus is no longer driving a nice sports car. According to Nolan, he’s driving a Civic. Not the newest model, either.”
“Wow, a Civic,” Hearst said with a small snort. Jamie’s hands were moving upward, now dangerously close to his nipples. “How the mighty have fallen.”
“I told Nolan I thought that had to be good for the guy. The way he drives, it’s best that he’s got a safer vehicle. That sports car could’ve very well been the end of him.”
“Well, that’s great. It puts a positive spin on things,” Hearst agreed. “Shitty reality show producer gets to live twenty years more because he messed with the wrong people.”
“I knew you were good with titles, but that is just wow,” Jamie said.
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“True. Although he acted like a scumbag to me, I’m sorry about your brother. But only because he’s your brother.”
“Don’t be.” Hearst sucked in a breath. “He’ll find a way. He always does.”
Jamie appeared to lose interest in talking the more he played with Hearst’s nipples. It was hard to keep focusing on words when things like that were being done to him, Hearst thought, although his tongue felt in need of action.
“Don’t worry about a thing, rabbit,” Jamie said, pulling him away from the door. “I can tell that you’re getting frustrated, so we’ll do the talking thing again once I’m done playing with you for the next hour or so.”
That sounded like a promise, one that Hearst could live with.
***
Although the only difference between the present moment and the times they had been together before was the absence of the bunny mask, Jamie truly felt like he was getting acquainted with Hearst’s body from the beginning once more. He was too skinny, but that didn’t bother him, although not in the way that it had never bothered him before when doling out his advice – and willingness to please – to other people. Slowly, he let his fingers move across the visible ribs, up to Hearst’s chest, where they found purchase on the erect nipples that showed how much their owner was enjoying this treatment.
What did bother him a little, however, was the way Hearst insisted on keeping his face turned to one side and his eyes closed.
“I was really mean, wasn’t I?” Jamie asked before closing his lips around Hearst’s right nipple.
“Yeah. But as I told you. You were right.” Hearst gasped and then regained control over his voice, “To be honest, I really don’t understand why you want us to be boyfriends. If it’s a cruel joke, please, at least, let me down gently.”
“Ah, this again?” Jamie rested his chin against Hearst’s lower belly and searched his boyfriend’s face. “Despite your fox-like slyness in approaching me, we really have something going on. Something good. I don’t want to give that up.”
Hearst pushed himself up on his elbows. Jamie could feel a hard-on pressing against his chest, but it looked like his rabbit couldn’t let this go. Maybe it was for the best. Once they cleared the air… hopefully, it would all be well.
“We became friends,” Hearst pointed out. “That’s still not enough.”
Jamie sighed and rolled away. He pushed one hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. “Are you insecure or are you just trying to make me say it first?”
“Say what first?” Hearst rolled on one side. His t-shirt remained hiked up, so Jamie still had a clear view of his pert nipples.
Jamie sighed. There was no winning with this guy. It was a damn risk he was taking now, but if there was no other way he just had to bite the bullet and say it.
“I like you. It’s not rocket science.” He was the one to look away now.
“Is it that sort of like?”
Jamie chuckled but kept his face hidden. Maybe playing with a rabbit wasn’t a waste of time before getting to the main course. “If by that you mean the sort of like that involves my wishing to fuck your brains out, you’re right on the money.”
“But why would you want that?” Hearst continued to express his disbelief.
Jamie had to look at the guy and make sure he understood what was going on. “Explain the nature of this insecurity of yours so I can put it to rest. Also, keep in mind that what you’re doing now is giving me a severe case of blue balls. You will assume responsibility for that, I hope.”
Hearst nodded solemnly. “If anything happens to your balls, it’s going to be on me.”
“Well?” Jamie quirked an eyebrow when he noticed Hearst had fallen silent.
“Well,” Hearst said energetically, “I’m really plain. I’m not going to say ugly, because no one says that about themselves. So, why would you want to eat plain, boring bread, when you could have cake?”
“What cake are you talking about?” Jamie felt relieved that he knew where this was going.
Hearst shrugged. “Other guys. You know, cuter, with better asses, all that.”
“I don’t want those guys. To tell you the truth, I’m not crazy about cake, either. But I am crazy about you.” He hadn’t meant to say something as cringe as that, but it looked like his rabbit boy was bent on making him go all the way and admit all the vulnerable things that made themselves felt inside his chest at the simple sight of this guy. So Hearst was common-looking. Big deal. And he had a weird personality; underneath all that still lay a kindness that manifested toward Jamie for no apparent reason.
Or maybe, Jamie thought again, the reason was right in front of him, and he needed to bite the bullet and ask the most important question on his mind right now.
“What about you? Do you like me, too?”
Hearst turned his head to look at him. He had taken off his glasses, so his gaze was unfocused. Jamie thought he was cute but kept that for later.
“Is that a real question?”
“Of course, it is,” Jamie replied right away. “I can be insecure, too.”
“No way,” Hearst whispered. He lifted one hand and placed it awkwardly on Jamie’s face. “You’re pulling my leg.”
“I’m not, so stop dodging the question.”
Hearst bit his bottom lip hard, getting Jamie in the mood to be the one to be doing it. “I like you, Jamie. I like you a lot.”
“Okay, we’re making progress. But what’s with all the unreasonable shyness? This isn’t the first time you’ve been in bed with me.”
“Yeah,” Hearst admitted.
“Ah, I think I know.” Jamie got up, leaving a confused rabbit boy lying on the bed behind him.
He rummaged through the drawers until he found what he was looking for.
“No way,” Hearst murmured.
“Come on, I get it,” Jamie drawled. “This will make it easier for you, right?”
Hearst nodded slowly.
Jamie grinned and placed the mask over Hearst’s head. “Here you go. Are you feeling sexy and ready to jump my bones yet?”
“You’re too good to be true, Jamie,” Hearst said softly.
He tried to look away again, but Jamie was having none of it. He cupped Hearst’s cheek and made eye contact.
“It’s all right,” he said in a gentle voice. “You can be whoever you want to be with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I know I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
His rabbit boy surprised him by pushing himself up and angling his head for a kiss. Hearst’s arms went round Jamie’s shoulders, closing the distance between them.
***
He lay on his belly while Jamie worked him slowly from behind, using what seemed like gallons of lube and only his fingers. That made quite the case for protesting that he couldn’t take it anymore, but because it was his first time for him making love with Jamie as himself, he had decided to endure it. A long foreplay appeared to be in the cards, which meant that Jamie had a lot more willpower than he did. All that talk about blue balls seemed funny in the present context.
It was true that he felt better wearing the bunny mask, although a part of him longed to show Jamie everything, the good and the bad in the same package. He was who he was, but Jamie wasn’t thinking twice about bringing him home and telling him the craziest things, like how they were boyfriends now and how they would be living together.
This time, he wouldn’t let obnoxious thoughts overcome his common sense. In this bed, there were only two people. And he knew both of them very well. The thought made him snicker.
“Am I amusing you?” Jamie asked, adding another finger and making Hearst shiver from the extra stimulation. “What could be so funny that you’re forgetting I’m fingering you here?”
Hearst pressed his lips together to stop his laughter. “It’s funny that the sexiest guy on campus--”
“I’m not going to your school, and I wasn’t ever a student there,” Jamie reminded him promptly.
“Okay, the sexiest guy around campus--”
“With guys like Rusty Parker and his friends around,” Jamie reminded him, “do you still think that?”
“Well, it’s all a matter of perception. They aren’t my type. You are.”
“Good, that’s good to know. So, I’m the sexiest, and you’re what?”
“Hmm, good question. A rabbit.” Hearst could no longer keep it in and burst into laughter.
Jamie removed his fingers, making him gasp at the feeling of emptiness. His ass wanted to be filled again, but it looked like he didn’t have to ask for it. The next thing he knew, Jamie’s cock was poised at his hole and, in a moment, half of it was inside.
Hearst grabbed handfuls of the sheets and buried his face in the pillow, letting out a shameless moan. Laughing and getting high on Jamie’s cock didn’t go together. In a split second, he forgot what he had found so funny about an awesome guy like Jamie being with someone like him, his mind awash in pleasure.
“I’m glad you no longer think you can laugh at me.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you,” Hearst protested. “Wow, Jamie, has your cock gotten bigger or something?”
“I don’t think so. Maybe your hole has gotten tighter since I last fucked you.”
That was one possibility. Caught up in all the drama and forcing himself to study so he could graduate, he hadn’t touched his dick either. Therefore, a small move of the hips from Jamie was enough to send him so close to making a fool of himself that he needed to grit his teeth.
“Wait, does it hurt?” Jamie asked in a worried voice.
“No, it’s just the opposite,” Hearst grunted as Jamie’s cock filled him completely.
It was hard to breathe as the bolt of pleasure from his ass shot up his spine, making him shudder.
“What do you mean?” Jamie asked.
Hearst could tell the hard thing in his ass was pulsing, itching to move, but Jamie was always so considerate that he didn’t put his needs first, ever.
“Give me a moment. Just one,” he promised.
“Okay,” Jamie said and caressed his back gently.
“You can move now.”
He must have spoken a bit too soon. Jamie really knew how to use his cock, because it only took a few thrusts and Hearst was close to spilling all the cum stored in his balls in one go.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m so going to make a fool of myself.”
“Why?” Jamie asked, wrapping one arm around him and giving him a kiss.
“Because I’m going to shoot,” Hearst whispered.
“So fast?”
Great. Now Jamie was teasing him.
“Yeah.” He couldn’t help it, a bit of embarrassment wasn’t going to kill him.
“Let’s see.” Jamie pulled him up and held him tight while looking down over his shoulder. “Are you going to do it without me touching your cock?”
“Yeah,” Hearst admitted, bucking his hips back and into Jamie’s crotch. “Fuck, you’re just too good at this, Jamie.”
He was a goner, and he couldn’t help it. The way Jamie pushed inside him, just right, was enough. They both looked at how his cock shot, sending an arc of jizz all over the pillow. It seemed to go on forever, too, and Hearst thought he might just pass out from pleasure.
That didn’t happen, of course. Jamie held him and bit his shoulder while increasing his rhythm. It occurred to him too late that Jamie was acting as if he’d been holding out. Could that be? Had he really told the truth about not having fucked anyone since they had last been together?
That meant only one thing. Jamie was truly his and right now he was shooting all his cum inside his boyfriend’s ass. Hearst was that boyfriend. What more could he ask for?
***
“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” Jamie teased his rabbit boy.
They had gone at it for the last two hours with a couple of breaks, which said something about all the pent-up frustration and desire they had had for each other. Finally, that sensation was dying down, and Jamie wanted a bit of rest, too.
It was fun to tease Hearst, though.
“Jamie, you shot like four times in my ass. I think I’ve gained like two extra pounds from your jizz alone,” Hearst complained.
“You’re just saying that,” Jamie drawled. “Your ass is gobbling all of it down like the thirsty little ass it is.”
“That may be true,” Hearst admitted.
He rolled on one side and put his hand on Jamie’s sweaty chest. As he toyed lazily with Jamie’s nipples, he seemed to think hard about something. The mask covered half his face, which made Jamie long to remove it and stare into his boyfriend’s eyes the way he was supposed to.
But if this was the way Hearst felt comfortable around him he would respect it.
“I guess there’s just one more thing we need to do before we move in together,” Hearst said solemnly.
“Okay, what’s that? Do you want us to get a pair of rings, exchange them, and all that?”
Hearst pushed himself up and straddled Jamie’s hips. “You’re just making fun of me now, right?”
“No, not at all. It’s not like I’m one for convention, but if it’s something you want, I won’t say ‘no’.”
“Okay,” Hearst breathed out. “But I wasn’t talking that far in the future. I meant this.” He took Jamie’s right hand and brought it to his face. “It’s something I should have told you it was all right to do ages ago.”
It took Jamie a moment to understand what his rabbit boy was talking about. “Do you want me to remove your mask?”
“Yes,” Hearst said quietly. “Let’s be real here. We’ve lied enough. I don’t want that anymore.”
“You lied because you were in disguise, but how did I lie?”
Hearst shrugged his shoulders. “You lied to yourself. I’m glad to see you happy. Are you happy, Jamie?” He seemed to lose his confidence quite quickly, although he was right to ask that.
“I’m about to become,” Jamie said. “Really, really happy.”
He removed Hearst’s mask slowly, like a ritual. Their eyes met as Jamie dropped the mask by the side of the bed. The naked truth he read in Hearst’s eyes was all he needed.
“That’s more like it,” he said and took Hearst’s cheeks in his palms to pull him close for a kiss. “Just for the record, though, you’re still my rabbit boy.”
TBC
Thank you for reading!
@Derek - he-he, there is one more chapter after this one and the epilogue. The ending will be, let's say, on the more realistic side, to fit with the story. But I believe it will be satisfying :)
@DavidB - re-meet cute... I really love this. Yes, they needed it :)
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