Jason felt the bed dip as Chunk got in behind him, wrapping his warm, sturdy arms around Jason.
"Well, today certainly took an unexpected turn," Chunk whispered into Jason's neck. "How are you feeling about it, lover?"
Jason chuckled softly, pulling Chunk's hand to his chest and holding it there. "At first, I was mortified. But then, after talking to the team…I actually feel free now. It feels good, not having to hide anymore."
"It sure does," Chunk agreed, gently tapping Jason's shoulder and coaxing him to a supine position. "Now…how about we celebrate this newfound freedom by finishing what we started in your office?"
"Sounds good to me," Jason smirked, reaching up and brushing Chunk's cheek. "So. What will it be this time? Door number 1, or door number 2?"
Chunk laughed, reaching down and sticking a finger in Jason's vagina; eliciting a moan from the handsome hermaphrodite. "I think I'll go with door number 1 this time."
"Really?" Jason asked, cocking his head to the side. "That's not your usual choice."
"Yeah, well, I'm feeling adventurous tonight," Chunk grinned.
Jason felt the comforting warmth of acceptance wash over him as Chunk grabbed Jason's ankle's and rested them on his shoulder. Despite all impressions, Jason actually wasn't all that sexually experienced. Sure, he had dated a lot. But he rarely took things much further than that. In fact, other than Chunk, Izzy and Diana were the only other people he had ever been with sexually. And since Jason hadn't heard from Diana since the last case they worked together - and the first and only time they'd had sex - he was pretty sure he knew what was keeping her away.
Jason was just too self conscious and insecure about his "condition." A part of him was angry with his parents for keeping both sets of organs intact when he was a baby. Their thinking was that when he got older, he could decide for himself if he wanted to be a man or a woman. Even though they gave him a boy's name, and raised him as male, they still didn't want to take that choice away from him.
But it wasn't that simple for Jason, and only served to confuse him, and make sexual relationships more difficult. Sure, he identified as a male. And, from all appearances, that's what he was. But he couldn't bear to lose his female parts. To take those away would be like killing a part of himself. So he kept them, rarely committing to any real relationship for fear of being outed for the "freak" that he saw himself as.
"Hey. What's on your mind?" Chunked asked, momentarily pausing the action.
Jason smiled up lovingly at the younger man. "Just thinking how grateful I am that you love me for the freak that I am."
At these words, Chunk's face turned serious. "You are not a freak, Jason! You're unique and beautiful. Hell, just the thought of touching you gets me excited! So, set those insecurities aside and let me make love to you like you deserve."
"All right," Jason breathed out, his smile widening. There was no arguing Chunk's honesty. Letting his body relax, Jason melted into the bed as Chunk thrust in and out of him rhythmically, harder and deeper each time. Making Jason feel blessed that he was able to experience this sensation.
With one final push, Chunk filled Jason with his seed. Jason moaned in response, words failing him.
Slowly lowering himself onto the bed, Chunk rested at his lover's side, spooning him. It was nice, Jason thought. The security of Chunk's touch. The feeling of being full; carrying a bit of Chunk inside his body.
Then, Jason's thoughts took an unexpected turn, as he felt a desire for something more. Not just to hold Chunk's cum inside him, but to grow a life that was a part of both of them.
"No." Jason tried to push the thought out of his head. "That's the hormones talking. Just enjoy what you've got with Chunk, and don't expect anything more."
But no matter how much Jason told himself this. He couldn't help but to want more.