Oswald Returns a Favour

"Jim - I just remembered - there is one favour that I still need to return."

They were sitting close together on the sofa - both freshly showered and in their dressing gowns. They both smelt of sandalwood and cedar and were feeling warm skinned, clean and glowing.

"Oh? And what's that?" Jim thought he could guess - and he hoped fervently that he was right! He looked at Oswald with hunger in his eyes.

Oswald grinned, reached across and squeezed Jim's thigh. "Oh - I think you know what that is!" Jim gave a sharp intake of breath and his gaze intensified.

Oswald pulled open Jim's dressing gown to reveal the prize. He looked down and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, Jim!" he breathed. The tone of his voice and the way he looked at Jim's hallowed place made Jim grow fast. Oswald smiled his feline smile of triumph.

He took Jim's cheek in his one hand and kissed him , simultaneously touching and feeling him intimately with the other. Jim gave a little grunt and gasp and then Oswald worked him up into a frenzy with his ardent touch.

Then Oswald struggled down onto his knees. He pushed Jim's thighs apart and then smiled up at him before taking his man's manhood back into his hand, and then….into his eager mouth.

He began to suck on Jim slowly. Having a small mouth made this a little difficult, which he hadn't expected, but he felt he must persevere. He tasted a saltiness coming from Jim already; this encouraged him.

"Oh God, that feels fantastic!" Jim gasped. This made him feel better about his technique, even though he wasn't feeling at all comfortable on his knees, which were starting to hurt, or with the actions of his mouth, which was already starting to feel fatigued.

Jim was loving this! Oswald's mouth was so tight around him and was doing such great things. He had never felt anything quite like this. He whimpered and sighed with deep satisfaction.

Jim looked down and watched Oswald at work. He loved to look down at and touch that raven black head and now its action was turning him on tremendously. He took it in his hands and held on with a firm, desperate grip.

"Oh God…." he groaned as he felt his orgasm approach. The sensation was incredible. "Oswald…." He gasped out a frantic warning of what was about to happen.

The next moment, he released himself violently inside his lover's tight, warm, soft mouth. His climax was so intense!

He moaned, gasped and trembled all over. This was the very best oral pleasure that he had ever experienced.

Oswald choked and spluttered. He wasn't able to take all that Jim had to give. Jim quickly released his grip on Oswald's head.

"Oh, oh, God...sorry…" Jim panted, mortified….

"No, no, it's me…..I couldn't…take..it..." Oswald rasped and coughed, trying hard to get his breath. He was so disappointed with himself - he hadn't given Jim the complete experience. His mouth had been tired and aching by the end of it and there was just too much of Jim to cope with. He didn't seem to have the strength or stamina for this….but Jim seemed happy, and that was the main thing.

"I shouldn't have held you down like that. I...just...well, I was so…..erm..you know…."

"It's ok," said Oswald, recovering himself, sitting back painfully on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he struggled back up to his feet, with an offered helping hand from Jim - which this time, he gratefully accepted - and clambered back onto the sofa, sitting down next to Jim with a sigh of relief.

Jim put his arms around Oswald. The favor had been more than repaid! Oswald turned his face shyly and laid it against Jim's chest.

"You are the best!" Jim sighed, cradling Oswald's head and kissing his shining raven crown.

"Thank you," murmured Oswald's muffled voice from his warm hiding-place.

"You know - you are so sweet and shy, you don't have to hide your face! That was nothing to be ashamed of."

Oswald raised up his head, staring into Jim's face with wide-eyed incredulity.

"Me, sweet? But haven't you heard - I'm a monster!"

"You're not a monster."

"Well, a violent criminal then. A sociopath. You know that, Jim. There's no point in denying it."

"Well - whatever you are, Oswald - you are very sweet in my eyes! Especially..especially now…."

"Oh, Jim - really? Do you mean it? And did you mean it when you said I was your raven haired beauty?"

"Yes, to both questions."

Oswald felt his tears fall.

"I can't believe it!" he sniffed. "Oh Jim, I feel so ugly and yet….you call me a raven haired beauty!"

"You are not ugly, Oswald. Don't ever say that again. And….you are beautiful."

"Ohhh, Jim!" Oswald was completely overcome with emotion at Jim's tenderness and kind words. More tears fell, faster and faster….he couldn't curb them….

Jim stroked Oswald's face, wiping away his tears. "Hey, c'mon now, don't cry." He kissed him tenderly, tasting the sweet brine on Oswald's wet cheeks and lips.

Then he spoke to Oswald softly, intimately, the gruff edge to his voice toned down almost to a whisper.

"Oswald, listen to me. You are the first - the only only man I have ever been with. I never even suspected that I would want anything like that. I never thought that I was attracted to you at all! But….I must have been, all this time, and not known it. I never noticed your beauty - your big fierce blue eyes and your raven black lashes and locks. But now I have, and I've seen you - you in your nakedness, with nothing to hide! I've seen that you are a man, a warm, living, breathing human being, with a beautiful beating heart. You are a man, not a monster."

"Oh. Oh Jim. That is so poetic!" Oswald sniffled, staring back at Jim with overflowing eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "I had no idea that you could be, well..so profound!"

"I'm not. You just inspired that in me."

"I...I did?!"

"Don't be so surprised, Oswald. You are so great with words. It must have rubbed off on me!"

"Yes...yes, it must have!" Oswald was calm and smiling now. His ego had been well and truly stroked….with a velvet glove….

"So...no more of this 'feeling ugly' crap!" grinned Jim, his normal gritty voice and earthy vocabulary returning. "And..now, just be quiet... and let me hold you. Deal?"

"Deal!" Oswald smiled in his catlike way, his self-worth fully restored.

So Oswald snuggled down and prepared to be silent, for a change. Jim held onto his sweet little psycho tightly. He felt his lover's warm, slender body breathing peacefully against his. They spoke no more, for nothing else needed to be said. They just stayed together, feeling each other breathe until they fell asleep.

They remained in each other's arms and didn't wake until morning, yawning and aching and stiff after a night spent on Jim's lumpy old couch, but feeling better than they had ever felt in their lives before.

Before he succumbed to slumber, Jim could hardly believe he was thinking this, but he knew that, despite the odds, this situation felt right. Oswald was his soulmate - his one and only….go figure! he thought. The whole thing was crazy but he would prefer this to sanity anyday.

Before he drifted off to dreamland, Oswald reflected on the pretty, poetic way Jim had expressed his feelings. He was incredulous but so happy. And he felt cared for and safe in his boyfriend's arms. His boyfriend! He had never thought that he would ever be using that word. For the first time in his life he actually knew love in its fullest sense. He was helpless in its power.

He knew now that he would do anything for Jim. Anything….

He felt contented and at peace. He wished he could believe that this would be a forever thing….but he was determined to make the most of it as long as it lasted.