“How ‘bout a blow job?”
Jerry sighed as arms slid around his waist and that romantic phrase was whispered into his ear. Young men seemed to be eternally clueless to the finer points of seduction. “Sabin,” he growled, removing himself from the boy’s embrace, “I’ve already told you, this is not appropriate.”
“So you helped me train. So what?” Chris shrugged. “It’s not like you’ve got any power, so there’s nothing wrong with us hooking up.”
“Sabin,” Jerry stated, slapping away the hand Chris had brushed against his stomach, “you are half my age, and I’m not interested in a May-December romance.”
“Oh, come on,” Chris persisted, following Jerry across the room as the older man collected his affects, “We’re May-August, at most. And I’ve told you a million times to call me Chris. Or baby.” He smirked, trailing a finger across Jerry’s biceps as the trainer pushed past him. “Come on, Jerry. Let me lock the door, make yourself comfortable on that couch, and I’ll show you what I can really do.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the blonde.
Jerry sighed and shook his head. “How many times do I have to tell you, Sabin. No.”
“Jerry…” Chris tried to wrap his arms around the other man again, frowning as he was pushed back. “Come on!” He threw his hands up in the air, gesturing to his bare torso. “What’s the problem?!? Don’t you find me attractive?” He swallowed hard, and Jerry’s heart cramped at the tears brimming in the young man’s eyes.
“Chris,” he said softly, “You’re a beautiful man. I just don’t think it’s appropriate.”
“Fuck appropriate!” Chris gave the lockers a harsh kick, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Jerry sighed again, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Lynn, you must be crazy!”
Jerry opened his eyes, frowning at Kevin, who had just emerged from the showers, clad only in a towel. “You heard that?” he groaned.
“I waited to come in,” Nash replied. “Figured it’d be hot to catch a glimpse of him blowing ya. I can’t believe you turned down a hot piece of ass like that!”
“He’s my student!” Jerry objected.
“Oh, bullshit.” Kevin patted Jerry on the back, grinning lasciviously. “Lynn, I gotta tell you, there’s nothing better for guys our age than fucking some hot young package. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy fucking Shelley’s ass.” He chuckled, whipping off his towel and bending over his bag to fish out some clothes.
“Excuse me if I don’t view Chris as some young sex toy,” Jerry retorted. “He’s a brilliant young man, and he’s a bit infatuated with me, as his teacher, but he doesn’t really want me.”
“Sure he does.” Kevin had located a pair of jeans, which he pulled up over his hips and zipped. “He wants to fuck ya, anyway. He’s young and horny, why not give him what he wants?”
“Because I’m not 25!” Jerry exclaimed. “He needs someone his own age.”
“Fuck what you think he needs. He *wants* you.” Kevin slung his bag over his shoulder, not bothering with a shirt. “Stop being such an old fart and go get that boy.” He patted Jerry on the back as he left the room.
Jerry just shook his head. He repeated to himself that he was not
going to date a kid like Sabin, and, further, he was not going to take
advice from a man like Kevin.
Chris Sabin sat in an unused locker room, telling himself he wasn’t
going to cry. He didn’t understand it; he was young and beautiful, two
things that were supposed to get him anything he wanted. But it seemed
no matter what he did, Jerry rejected him. He was completely taken with
the older man, and all he wanted was for Jerry to give him a chance.
Yet every time, Jerry shot him down, not even pausing a moment to think
about it.
Chris took a deep, shuddering breath, wracking his brain for a new way to approach Jerry. He looked up in surprise as the door banged open. A flustered looking AJ Styles barged in, pausing when he saw Sabin. “You alone?” he demanded.
“Uh, yeah.” Chris blinked as AJ locked the door, then rushed him, pressing their lips together. AJ backed him up against the lockers, ravaging his mouth. Chris was breathless by the time AJ let him up for air. “What - ” he gasped, cut off by AJ.
“I wanna fuck,” AJ growled, grabbing Chris around the waist and carrying him over to the couch. He captured Chris’ lips as he settled on top of the slighter man, kissing him ferociously. Chris closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around AJ’s neck. He wished Jerry would seize him like this, but if he wouldn’t, then he might as well give himself to someone who did give a shit. He was enjoying the hardness pressed against his hip, when it began to fade, and AJ pulled back from him. He opened his eyes, frowning at the sad look on AJ’s face.
“I’m sorry,” AJ whispered apologetically, sitting up and sighing sadly. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this just because my Angel’s moved on.”
“Oh, fuck you!” Chris leapt to his feet, marching for the door. “Don’t I do it for anyone anymore?!?” he yelled as he slammed out of the room.
AJ lay down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, wrapping his
arms around himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to the air.
He had offered a buy Jerry a drink. Not with the pretense of a date,
just to clear the air between them. Jerry had accepted. Chris had
bought him several drinks, and was now walking with him to his
apartment.
“Well, Chris, thank you for a lovely evening.” Jerry had enjoyed chatting with the younger man, enough so that he hadn’t really been paying attention to how much he was drinking. He knew he was drunk, but he still felt pretty together.
“You’re welcome.” Chris shuffled his feet nervously. “Jerry, can I ask you a question? Privately?” He glanced about the deserted hall.
“Sure.” Jerry fumbled with his key card, coming up red twice before the light blinked green. “Come on in.”
Chris closed the door behind them, leaning back against it. “Jerry,” he said softly, “can you honestly say you’re not attracted to me?”
“Of course I’m attracted to you!” Jerry snorted, wobbling slightly on his feet. “You’re gorgeous Chris. Gorgeous.” He found himself stepping closer to Chris, touching his face gently. He tried to remind himself that Chris was too young for him, but he was too drunk to listen to sense. He leaned forward and captured Chris in a kiss, the younger man responding eagerly.
“Oh Jerry,” Chris panted, taking the blonde’s hand and leading him to the bed. “I want you. I want you so bad!” He lay Jerry down on the bed, crawling into his lap and kissing him. Jerry leaned back against the headboard, his hands slipping under Chris’ shirt and exploring his chest, an act he had never allowed himself to fantasize about. Chris unbuttoned Jerry’s shirt, kissing down his chest and licking at his nipples.
“Chris,” Jerry groaned, letting his hands trail down to the young man’s ass. Chris thrust his hips back against Jerry’s hands, his head popping back up to Jerry’s level.
“I’m too horny for foreplay,” Chris gasped, kissing Jerry frantically as he yanked off Jerry’s shirt, breaking their contact only to struggle out of his own shirt and pants. “I want you inside me!” He unbuckled Jerry’s belt, shoving the blonde’s pants down far enough to reveal his burgeoning hard on. He straddled Jerry’s thighs, kissing him passionately as he positioned himself.
“Chris – mmm – wait - ” Jerry got out between kisses. “Wait – rubber, baby.”
Chris nodded, drawing back briefly and yanking a condom and tiny packet of lube from his jeans pocket. “Here,” he murmured, leaning over and engulfing Jerry’s cock in his mouth. Jerry gasped, stroking Chris’ hair as the other man bobbed on him a few times, then slipped the condom onto him.
“You think that feels good,” Chris purred, again straddling Jerry’s
thighs, “just wait ‘til you’re in my ass!” He grasped Jerry’s back,
then lowered himself onto Jerry’s length. He took quick breathes,
panting as it filled him. “Oh yeah. Yeah!” He began to bounce, his cock
rock hard from the feel of it inside him. “I love you Jerry!” he
gasped, clinging to Jerry’s back as he rode, “I love you!”
Jerry Lynn awoke with a mild hangover, but that wasn’t what really made
him groan. There was a tight, beautiful body curled up against him in
bed, and he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. He kept his eyes
closed, savoring the feel of Chris’ warm skin pressed against him. They
lay there for several minutes before Chris stirred. The young man
sighed happily, glancing over at Jerry’s beautifully tousled head. He
leaned down, fixing his lips around a nipple and licking gently. Jerry
groaned, then, to Chris’ great surprise, sat up and pulled away from
him.
“Baby?” he murmured, turning his face up to gaze at his lover. The look of contentment disappeared from his face when he caught sight of Jerry’s frown. “What?” he asked nervously.
Jerry shook his head, extricating himself from Chris’ embrace and climbing out of bed. He fished his pants off the floor, pulling them on. “I need to go,” he said simply.
“It’s your place.” Chris blinked at him, patting the mattress invitingly. “Come on, Jerry, come back to bed.”
Jerry pulled on his shirt, doing up two buttons to keep it closed. “You know, this is typical of a young hothead like you,” he snapped.
Chris stiffened. “Excuse me?”
“I said no to you,” Jerry turned to Chris, gesturing wildly with his hands, “And you couldn’t stand not getting what you want, so you took me out and got me drunk!”
“Jerry, it’s not like that!” Chris leapt out of bed, putting a foot on Jerry’s boots at the blonde tried to pick them up. “We connected last night! We talked for hours!”
Jerry looked up quickly, trying not to look at Chris’ naked abdomen. “And I like you, kid,” he replied, meeting Chris’ gaze, “I just don’t think we should be sleeping together.”
“Why not?” Chris demanded. He held up a finger before Jerry could reply. “*Besides* the age difference, why should we not be together?”
“Because – well, because - ” Jerry paused, running a hand through his hair, “because I don’t want to be viewed as the old lech of the locker room, sniffing after younger guys!”
Chris shook his head adamantly. “No one would ever think that about you, Jerry! You’re a gentleman, everybody knows that. And if that’s the problem, then – then I won’t tell anyone about us.” He took Jerry’s hand, threading their fingers together. “I won’t say a word to anyone, so you won’t have to worry about what they think. Please Jerry, I just want a chance.” He gazed pleadingly at Jerry, his eyes big and vulnerable.
Jerry returned his gaze, trying to come up with a reason to justify turning Chris down again. It was quiet for a moment, Jerry deep in thought and Chris waiting anxiously.
“Well,” Jerry said at last, pausing and licking his lips, “I guess if we keep it quiet, we could - ” he swallowed, “ – we could give it a shot.”
“Oh, yes!” Chris beamed, throwing his arms around Jerry’s neck and hugging him enthusiastically. “Oh, Jerry, I know we’re gonna click! I know this great little restaurant we can have our first date at. It’ll be so great!”
Jerry just nodded, letting his hand trail over Chris’ bare back. He leaned forward, capturing Chris in a gentle kiss. Chris murmured his approval, leaning against Jerry as their mouths connected. Jerry slid his hands down to Chris’ ass, pulling Chris’ hips firmly against him. He hoisted Chris off the floor, not letting their lips part as he carried Chris over to the bed. He lay the beautiful young man down on his back, sliding off his pants while Chris unbuttoned his shirt.
“Oh, Jerry,” Chris moaned between kisses, his hands caressing
Jerry’s back. He let his thighs slide apart, his eyes drifting closed
as he was kissed and kissed again.
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