"I want you to lay here with me." Walt said, taking Jesse's face in his hands; looking deep in his lover's eyes.
Jesse's dreamy blue eyes widened in surprise. "You…you what?"
"Don't leave my side, Jes." Walt crooned, scanning every small feature of his face.
"Okay…Mr. White…" Jesse muttered, looking up at him.
"You're a good boy." Walt mused, kissing the side of his face.
Jesse's face turned beet red. "Why are you being so…sweet?"
"You're my lover, aren't you?" Walt asked with a hopeful smile.
"Yeah…" Jesse proclaimed, a bit confused but glad to see this side of Walt.
"Have I ever told you how cute you are, Jes?"
"No." Jesse snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Well I'll tell you now," He retorted, taking Jesse's hand in his. "You're very cute."
"You don't have to talk to me like I'm a girl." Jesse grumbled.
"You don't like it when I'm kind to you?" Walt asked, releasing his hand.
"Stop being so sentimental and stupid!" Jesse yelled, quickly pushing his lips against Walt's before he could respond.
Walt fell back into the bed with the fiery young man, saying nothing; only smiling.
Jesse sat up, leaning on the length of his arm. "I'm not a girl, you know…," He huffed. "You don't have to be so- -" A painful blush claimed his proud face and he turned away. He was actually blushing to the point where he didn't want his older lover to see him.
"You're so scrappy you may as well be a girl." Walt joked, taking Jesse into his arms.
Jesse scowled, closing his eyes and letting Walt hold him.
Jesse was young, hot-headed, not to mention impulsive. But their was something that drew the two men who differed like night and day to each other.
Despite all of the arguing and butting heads Jesse felt fuzzy inside when he was with Walt. A feeling that he's not necessarily able to admit now.
Walt admired Jesse as he seemed to doze off. He figured that all that hell raising must be tiring.
Jesse was everything Walt wasn't and he loved that. The way Jesse talked and walked, the way he whined like a little brat…now that was cute to him, nearly made him want to put little Jesse over his knee. Those things and so many other things made Jesse, Jesse.
It was all so cute this time around.
Jesse seemed concerned about his well-being. Maybe deep down Jesse didn't want to lose Walt to the cancer, or anyone. But how could a proud, young, straight male admit that to another man?
Jesse turned over and began kissing Walt. He closed his eyes, letting Jesse express his affection for him. They were facing each other, their breath hot and full of desire. Jesse slid his hands under Walt's shirt, exploring each part of his chest; then sliding down to his zipper. Jesse was better expressing himself with his hands. Walt was as hard as a rock but wasn't doing anything about it. That concept was foreign to Jesse's young brain. Usually if one of them had a boner, the other man would help with the release of that tension. He was perplexed, they had been having sex for a while now and he was used to getting a "rise" out of Walt. But now everything seemed so complicated.
Walt smiled, removing the eager young man's hand.
"What, you don't want- -?"
"There's more to life than sex." Walt chided. At this point Walt wanted to just be near Jesse, that was fine for him at that point in time.
"What?" Jesse inquired, blinking his eyes in confusion.
"You have a lot to learn, Jes." Walt crooned, gently kissing the side of his face.
"Stop being so tender to me." Jesse mumbled, a bit frustrated.
"Men don't need tender loving care too?"
"No." Jesse spat, prideful.
"So why are you laying with me? Why'd you let me back in your home?" Walt asked.
"B-Because...I'm horny." Jesse lied.
"So I'm only a sex object for your young desire, hmm?" Walt accused, releasing him.
"No!," Jesse retorted. "That's not what I meant." He couldn't say his feelings...THOSE feelings.
Walt slowly sat up. "If you want to have sex every 2 minutes you should find someone your age," He said coldly. "What's so good about me? I'm an old man aren't I?"
"Shut up." Jesse retorted,looking away.
"Why are you being so- -?"
"I...I like you." Jesse muttered, embarrassed; cutting Walt off mid-sentence.
"Well let me hold you." Walt demanded, grabbing his hand.
"No. I can't." Jesse said, moving his hand from Walt's.
"You don't want me against you?"
"I..I want you to...hold me," He muttered, not wanting to hear his own words. "But I...but I don't want to like it!," He yelled, turning away from Walt. "I don't mind feeling you against me but I don't want to like it- -"
Jesse was silenced by the feel of Walt's lips on his. He was so gentle and soothing this time around. Jesse wanted to be fucked, not coddled. He didn't want to have feelings for him. He loved fucking, loved sex. The feeling of Walt's body against him was out of this world; too good to ignore. Even as they united as two men. But Jesse didn't want to admit his feelings aside from the sexual chemistry that they shared.
"Let me hold you, Jes." Walt purred, bringing Jesse back to him.
Jesse let him. He closed his eyes, finally pushing his pride aside. This was different to him, strange even.
"I like you too, Jes," Walt crooned, nuzzling up to him once again. "More than you know."
Jesse smiled to himself, finally drifting to sleep in Walt's embrace.