CHAPTER TEN

Jacob's POV

It was the night before we were to go to Tyler's family's beach house and I lay awake thinking as Tyler slept beside me. Things were beginning to get out of control, at least in my head, but I seemed powerless to stop it. I was falling for him, there was no denying it.

I had intended for things to go slowly and said as much to him, but when it came to it I couldn't keep my hands off or my heart detached. We had made a pretence of sleeping in separate beds, even if we had spent half the evening playing, but after about three days we stopped bothering. He slept with me and we put the fold-out bed away. Most of the time I found myself filled with the excitement and constant butterflies of a new relationship and when I was at work, I thought of nothing else until I got home, which invariably led to us getting our clothes off as fast as possible and falling on each other.

Considering he had only ever gotten one blowjob from a guy, he was pretty eager to progress things with me and in the space of a week had begun sucking my cock with far more finesse than even Paul had managed. I barely lasted minutes, however many times we did it and he was just as keen for me to touch him. It was getting to the point where I was becoming desperate for him to fuck me - it had been a very long time for me and many times I fantasised about being impaled upon his beautiful cock, but I hesitated to steer things in that direction. I still held onto the small shred of sanity that said I could keep my distance and prevent myself from being hurt if things turned bad, but I knew I was fooling myself.

What concerned me was the rapid change in Tyler himself. I knew he couldn't have gotten over Ally completely and he had admitted it the day we saw her on the train, but over the past week he had become...I hated to use the word 'clingy' although that was exactly the way he was. When we were together he was all over me constantly and if we were out anywhere he had no qualms about holding my hand, regardless of what anybody might say to us. It was only in front of his family that he maintained a slight distance and he had told me he intended to tell them after the beach trip - not before, because he would imagine they would think we were sneaking off to be together at every opportunity, which would be exactly what we were doing. He didn't seem to be concerned that they might be less than accepting of him being with another man and merely shrugged when I described my own father's initial reaction.

I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something would go wrong - that he would decide he made a mistake either because he had thrown himself into another relationship too fast or because it was with a guy - and it made me think I should try to get a little separation from him. We were living in each other's pockets and he was far too dependent on me emotionally. Maybe I was just over-analysing things the way I always did; maybe on the other hand I was right and I should take the opportunity to go home for a week or so and see my family. My Dad had already complained that the summer holidays would be gone before I got my ass back to Washington if I wasn't careful.

Tyler stirred and pulled me out of my thoughts, rolling over towards me and pressing himself to my side. He was hard and he gyrated his hips slightly, rubbing himself against my thigh, his hand quickly moving between my legs and teasing my balls.

"Shit, Tyler," I hissed as my cock began to stiffen rapidly. "Were you dreaming about my cock?"

"Yeah," he sniggered. "Want me to suck it?" He gripped the base and squeezed firmly, ran his hand up towards the tip and teased my slit with his thumb.

"Mmm." I pushed myself more firmly into his hand.

"Jake..." His mouth touched my shoulder and then my chest, his teeth finding one of my nipples and making me groan and squirm.

"Uh...what?"

"Don't you want more than this?" His tongue circled the nipple and then travelled south as he shoved the bed covers off.

"More than what?" I thrust myself urgently into his hand and he licked the head of my cock.

"This...sex. Are you gonna...um...fuck me some time?"

"No...I don't..." I cursed him silently as his hand moved more rapidly and he drew my head between his lips, sucking and pressing the tip of his tongue into my slit. "Fuck!"

He raised his head. "Don't want to?"

"Jesus, don't stop," I gasped.

"If you think I'm maybe not ready...well, I am." He dropped his head lower suddenly, drawing my full length into his mouth and throat.

"Tyler...fuck...do we have to...talk about this now?" I panted.

"Mmnh..."

I struggled to think of what to say. I couldn't expect to him to somehow know what was in my head.

"I don't top...often..."

"Mmm?"

"Damnit! Let me come first!" I growled.

I almost expected him to stop and take his hands off of me - it would be just like him to torment me that way - but he sucked harder, swallowing around me, stroking me firmly, squeezing my balls and I gave myself over to the sensations. I clutched at the bedding, my toes curling as he pulled my orgasm from me and then as I struggled to breathe, lowered himself onto me and rubbed his hard and leaking cock against my stomach. He made himself come before I had chance to offer him something in return and then grabbed some random discarded piece of clothing to clean us up. Then he stretched out beside me and rested his head against my shoulder.

"Sorry, you said you wanted to take things slow...I just thought...it's been two weeks..."

"Yeah, well in two weeks we managed to start living together as a couple rather than room mates; that's fucking fast," I said.

"I meant..."

"I know what you meant. It's a big deal for me, ok," I admitted. "I only ever had sex with two guys and neither of them were inside a month. Plus...um...if we do it, then you're gonna be the one doing the fucking."

"Oh! Well, I'm cool with that. Cooler, actually, than..."

"Tyler..." I pressed my fingers to his lips. "Shut up and go to sleep."

I yawned for emphasis and he fell silent, but tired as I was, besides languishing in the aftermath of my orgasm, it was some time before I slept. Now he had indicated he wanted to progress things, my own eagerness increased and I struggled to relax as I imagined it. It would probably hurt like a son of a bitch - it had been far too long and even though I had regularly fucked myself with my fingers up until he moved in with me, it would take a little effort to get used to the size of him. Maybe when we returned from the beach trip.

Finally I did fall asleep and I woke to find a mug of coffee on the bed table and Tyler charging around the room, naked and damp from the shower as he shoved several changes of clothes into a bag since neither of us had actually packed anything for the long weekend away. I glanced at the clock and realised it was nine-thirty - we had intended to leave at nine. I gulped some of the coffee, wincing as I burned my mouth and then headed for the shower.

The plan was to meet Tyler's family at the beach house. Les was taking them in his car, while we would go by train and arrive around eleven o'clock - or one, since we were late setting off. Tyler called Caroline from the station to let her know we were on our way and then reported that the others were already at the house making lunch and that Les was going to meet us from the station rather than let us get a cab.

Tyler's step-father was a pretty decent guy, unlike his father, and by the time we reached the house we were all laughing together. I put aside my concerns that Tyler and I were getting too emotionally involved too fast and decided to just enjoy the trip and not worry about it. Why fight against what I wanted?

The beach house was a large single-storey building at the top of the slope leading down to the sands. It had its own path from the rear porch to the dunes and a large area of decking with a picnic table and chairs on. There were six bedrooms and Tyler headed into the one he usually occupied, its window overlooking the beach, while I was shown into the room next door. Caroline and Diane were carrying food out to the picnic table and after quickly unpacking, we joined them for lunch.

We spent the rest of the day mostly entertaining Caroline - building a sandcastle, playing with a beach ball in the sea and so on. It was only after we all ate takeout in the early evening that Caroline elected to stay indoors, giving Tyler and I our first opportunity to be alone. We announced the intention to go for a walk and headed down to the sand again quickly. Dusk was approaching and we set off towards the south, strolling in the direction of a distant outcrop of rock which effectively separated the beach from the next. It was about a mile and by the time we reached it, no one else was in sight. Tyler grabbed me by the belt holding my loose-fitting cut-offs up and tugged me into the shelter of an enormous boulder where it met the sea wall. I leaned back against the wall and immediately his body was pressed against mine.

"I've been dying to get my hands on you all day," he groaned. "Maybe we should have come here another time, without the rest of the family."

I cupped his face in my hands and silenced him with my tongue, thrusting it firmly into his mouth and crushing his lips with mine. My cock lengthened eagerly in my pants and Tyler ground himself against me, zippers and buttons making me flinch uncomfortably. Then his hands were between us, fumbling with my belt and zipper, the buttons on his shorts, our underwear, until we were kicking the garments off of our bare feet, naked except for Tyler's t-shirt and my wife-beater. I began peeling these off awkwardly, gasping and shivering as Tyler's hands gripped me and himself together, his hips thrusting urgently against mine. He removed his hands briefly to pull his arms out of his shirt and I tossed it to the ground behind him, then cupped his buttocks and pulled him tighter against me, shifting my feet apart and imagining yet again that we were in my bed, that he was above me, about to push his cock inside me. We were both leaking and my imagination coupled with the feel of his hands and his cock on mine threatened to make me finish in a shamefully short time. Then he suddenly let go and stepped back.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "Don't stop."

Tyler chuckled. "What would you do if I walked off now and left you here?"

"You wouldn't," I panted. "You're as horny as I am."

"I can jerk off."

I watched as he slid his hand down his body in the semi-darkness and grasped his cock, giving it a few firm tugs.

"You're a fucking tease," I said, not for the first time.

"It'll be more of a tease when we're in our separate rooms later and you know I'm lying the other side of the wall with my cock in my hand and you can't even watch," he grinned.

Before I could think of a suitable response, he was suddenly on his knees in front of me, his tongue swiping up and down my shaft before he captured it in his mouth. I closed my eyes with a groan, one of my hands going to the back of his head as I began to give little thrusts of my hips, pushing myself into his throat. One of his hands cupped my balls, pulling at them firmly in an effort to delay my orgasm and then I felt him push one finger from his other hand into his mouth alongside my cock.

"Fuck...Tyler...what are you...?" I panted. I knew what he was doing, but was somewhat surprised that he wanted to try it out now, on the beach, when I wouldn't have a hope in hell of keeping quiet.

He pulled his finger out of his mouth and a moment later the tip of it stroked behind my balls, feeling for my hole, pushing against me firmly until it slid in a little, making me wince.

"Uh...go slow," I hissed.

He hummed acknowledgment around my cock and I shuddered, leaning my weight back against the rocky wall and trying to make myself relax. His mouth moved slower, almost releasing me until his lips and tongue teased only my head. His finger inched deeper and then began to slide in and out, matching the movement of his head as he began to bob up and down, taking my full length again. I groaned and babbled a string of expletives, unable to stop picturing myself pinned to my bed, his cock pounding me, making me come.

I exploded into his throat and he continued sucking until I begged him to stop, over-sensitive and weak-kneed. He rose to his feet and leaned against me, his erection hard against my stomach, his tongue sliding along my lower lip so I could taste myself.

"How was that?"

"I can't wait to get home," I admitted.

"Why? Want to have sex now?" Tyler smirked.

"Maybe."

There was no maybe about it, but now I pushed him away and lowered myself to my knees to return the favour with my mouth. Tyler finished just as we heard the sound of voices approaching and we scrambled into our clothes, then stood still and quiet as a group of guys passed by just a few yards away. We returned to the house quickly and went to use our respective showers before spending the rest of the evening with Tyler's family.

I hoped that we were going to get at least a little time to ourselves over the weekend, but it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that Diane decided they needed to go shopping for groceries. Caroline elected to go with her rather than stay behind with Tyler and me and Les suggested incorporating a short trip to see some nearby place of interest. With the three of them gone, Tyler and I had the place to ourselves for several hours and we didn't waste any time falling into his bed and indulging in some more fun, him kneeling astride my head and fucking my mouth while sucking on me at the same time. Afterwards we shared a shower, teasing each other with handfuls of bubbles and eventually playing again, grinding against each other with my hand gripping both of our cocks together.

We headed down to the beach then and sprawled out on a rug to enjoy the sun, both of us clad only in cut-offs. Tyler seemed happy and carefree and I realised it was some time since he'd had an outburst of temper or other upset. I rolled over towards him and propped myself up on one elbow, looking at his face, partly hidden behind dark glasses. His lips twitched up at the corner into a grin.

"What are you looking at?"

"You." I raised my hand to remove his glasses and he squeezed his eyes shut and then squinted through the lowered lashes.

"There must be something better to look at than me."

"Jerk."

He licked his lips and I rested my hand on his chest, idly stroking with my fingertips as I leaned down and gave him a light kiss.

"You look happy," I said.

"I am."

"Really?"

"No, I'm making it up." He opened his eyes wider and met mine. "You make me happy. Is that too corny?" He grinned and his eyes darted away. His lips moved as if he intended to say something else, but then he just grabbed the sunglasses again and replaced them.

"No, it's not corny," I murmured. I slid my hand from his chest to his arm and then grasped his hand, lacing our fingers together. He returned the pressure and then I pulled away from him quickly. Voices could be heard again although I couldn't pinpoint the direction and it was probably a good idea not to get caught smooching together. I sat up and looked out at the sea until a little time later Caroline appeared in her swimsuit.

"What have you two been doing all day?" she asked innocently, dropping onto the rug.

"Burning," Tyler said. "In fact I'm gonna go in or I'll be sore tomorrow."

"Oh, I wanted to go swimming," Caroline protested. Her mother and Les wouldn't let her in the sea on her own and I immediately offered. Delighted, the girl ran the short distance to the water's edge and I got to my feet and removed my cut-offs. I had swim shorts underneath and Tyler left us to it. I joined Caroline in the sea and we swam up and down in four feet of water for a while, then went to sit on the sand to dry off.

"Thank you for swimming with me," she said.

"No problem. I wanted to swim anyway."

"Jacob, is it ok if I ask you something?" She sounded serious and I noticed she was looking down at a seashell in her hands rather than at me.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Is Tyler ok?"

"Yes, I think so; why?"

"Ally really upset him and Dad doesn't help."

"He's ok," I confirmed. "He's forgetting about Ally."

"Is that because of you?" She reddened slightly.

"Um...what do you mean?" I asked warily. Did she somehow know something?

"Are you and Tyler...together?"

'Shit.'

"Um..."

"I saw you kiss. I came straight down here when we got back; Les let me out of the car before they drove around the other side of the house to park up."

"Oh..." I didn't know what to say to her. I knew Tyler planned to tell her and his mother when we got back, but I didn't want to mess things up. I could hardly deny it though, since she'd seen us.

"Tyler really likes you," Caroline went on. "I do too, so it'd be cool; I mean, if you are...together."

"You wouldn't mind him having a boyfriend?" I said tentatively.

"Jacob, it's the Twenty-First Century," she said seriously. "Why would I mind? I know I'm only eleven, but I don't walk around with my eyes shut and I do watch the news. I don't think it's weird; if you like somebody, then you like them."

"That's a pretty mature way of looking at it," I said.

"You think so?" She looked up at me at last and smiled. "You know, you shouldn't worry about Dad either. He probably won't even notice, but Tyler won't care what he thinks anyway."

"No, I don't suppose so. It's a shame your Dad doesn't take more interest though."

"He's always busy," Caroline said magnanimously. "I guess he loves us; he just doesn't really show it. Are you going to tell Tyler I know?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked and she nodded.

"We better get back to the house; Mom will be making dinner."

I took a shower and then went to find Tyler. Dinner wasn't ready to eat yet and he was in his room. I closed the door behind me and leaned on it.

"Hey; enjoy your swim?" he grinned.

"Yeah, it was fun. What have you been doing?"

"Jerking off." He smirked and shook his head. "No, I'm kidding. Is dinner ready yet?"

"Thirty minutes. Caroline knows about us." I just came out with it and watched his face pale and his mouth fall open.

"How?"

"She saw us kissing when they got back."

"Fuck. I didn't want her to find out like that; I wanted to tell her...what did she say?"

"She's completely cool," I said reassuringly. "She said she likes me and if we're together, it's ok."

"She didn't think it's weird?"

"No, her exact words were...'if you like somebody, then you like them'. I imagine she'll come after me with a gun though, if I ever upset you."

Tyler grinned. "I was more worried about what she would think than my parents. Is she telling them?"

"No, that's up to us."

He heaved a visible sigh of relief. "Guess we better come clean after dinner then. I doubt my Mom will say anything. Les can be a bit old-fashioned, but he's not an asshole like my Dad. He'll either accept it or ignore it."

"Guys!" Caroline knocked on the door and I stepped away and opened it quickly.

"Hey, Maestro." Tyler smiled at her. "So...you know the secret, then?"

"It's not really a secret any more, is it? Are you gonna tell Mom?"

"Yeah, after dinner."

"She'll be ok," Caroline said.

"Are you ok?"

She nodded firmly. "I actually like Jacob better than Ally."

"I'm flattered," I smirked.

That was pretty much the end of the conversation. Caroline was cool and she was the person that mattered most to Tyler. Later when we did talk to Diane and Les, they seemed doubtful although their concern was about the speed with which Tyler had taken up with me after the demise of his relationship with Ally, but neither of them expressed any displeasure about the fact that he had chosen to be with a man. With his family knowing about us and accepting it and him telling them how happy I made him and how good for him I was, somehow it made me less anxious that things would go wrong.