First Time
"Location, time, guests, drinks, nibbles. Is there something we are forgetting?"
Bart was stalling. He knew it and the worse thing was he knew Jason knew it too.
"No. Now can we please go to bed? Jason yawned as he literally dragged Bart away from the computer screen. Bart seemed nervous, which was understandable so he took the initiative. If you want I can sleep downstairs. I am sure your couch is lovely and comfortable."
"No you can stay up here. There is room for us both."
Bart flushed obviously, but shook his head.
"I know. I have been up here before, remember?"
Bart was staring at the floor, his heart thundering and his stomach doing cartwheels.
"I know."
He whispered softly.
"We don't have to do this; in fact we don't have to do anything. Just come and sit down."
Bart crossed the room slowly and unsteadily, his legs felt like jelly wobbling beneath him. Jason reached out his hand, which he accepted gratefully.
"I'm sorry."
He mumbled embarrassedly.
"Bart, look at me. Jason tilted his chin, so he was looking him squarely in the eyes. You have nothing to apologise for. This is new for both of us."
"It's just…different."
"I know."
"That doesn't mean I don't want to, because I do."
"I know."
"I just don't…I don't know how."
"Bart. Breathe. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Sit down then. Gingerly he lowered himself onto the bed and moved up to Jason, close enough to feel their arms and legs brush together tentively. The familiar tingle of anticipation surged through every fibre of his being. I'm going to kiss you now. He spoke each word so softly that Bart couldn't have sworn it was more than a breath. He closed his eyes, dampened his supple, expectant lips with his tongue and waited. Jason closed the gap between them and gently placed their lips together. Bart felt the adrenalin rush round his body, his heart race and his stomach flip, if he had been standing he was pretty sure he could have flown. Are you okay?"
Jason pulled back to take in necessary air, but to also check Bart's reaction. He was more than relieved to see he was smiling, his eyes sparkling enigmatically. He looked high as a kite, but in a good way. Jason made a move to stand up, after all it was late and he needed to get changed for bed, but Bart stopped him in his tracks.
"I'm more than okay. Don't go. I want to see you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
Hands shaking with nervous excitement, his eyes focused on the job at hand he methodically removed every item of clothing Jason was wearing, so he could see him in his full glory. Tenderly he traced butterfly kissed down the nape of his neck and then up and along his jaw line. Jason wriggled beneath him, elicit moans escaping his lips, as he felt a stirring in his groin.
"Your turn, Bart McQueen. Jason pulled him down, so his body was resting on top of his and their crotches were rhythmically rubbing together, their members straining against their cotton restraints. He rolled Bart onto his back before teasingly divesting him of his clothes, discarding them at various angles across the room and kissing and sucking every inch of well-toned flesh he had long since been desperate to explore. Are you still okay?"
Bart looked him deep in the eyes. Despite the fact he was nervous as hell, his feelings of desire were threatening to overwhelm him.
"Touch me. Please. He clasped Jason's hand and directed it to the waistband of his boxers. I need you."
Jason kissed him full on the lips. That was all the confirmation he needed.