Another Believer by Stephanie Vaughan Read Free Book Online Page B

the slightly salty taste of it, letting it roll around on his tongue. Biting, tasting, Jonah hummed with pleasure. David held himself rigid at first, only gradually relaxing into Jonah, eventually even sighing softly.
    “I’m going to… I’m going to, um, yeah, read that article now. Cut it out, though. I need to focus.”  David tilted his head, giving Jonah more room.
    Kissing down to the skin where David’s neck met his shoulder, in between bites Jonah murmured in agreement. “Yeah, that looked interesting. God, you taste good. I can’t wait to see you naked. I want your dick in my mouth again. You feel amazing.”
    “ Gah! You can’t just say things like that.” There was a disconnect between David’s words and his actions, though, because his hand came up to Jonah’s head, gripping Jonah’s hair and holding him in place.
    “It’s going to happen. Can’t you feel it?”
    “Stop distracting me.” David pulled away, still hanging on to Jonah’s hair, but angling Jonah’s head as well as his own to make eye contact. “You’re driving me crazy and we’re totally in public. Don’t you get it? A few more seconds and I’ll be jumping you--and that could cause problems.”
    “It wouldn’t be that big a deal. Honestly, nobody cares.” Personally, Jonah thought it sounded like an excellent idea, but he cut David some slack. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if David had a nervous breakdown. When David opened his mouth to protest, Jonah preempted him. “But I see your point. If you get your magazine and read, I promise I’ll leave you alone. At least until the steward comes back with news about the room.”
    Sitting up straighter, David adjusted his clothing, and Jonah pretended not to notice when he tugged on his shorts to give himself more room. He reached for his magazine and began thumbing through it, paying loving attention to diagrams and illustrations like most guys would a porn mag.
    After going for his own reading material stashed in the duffel below his seat, Jonah paused a moment to admire: the thick, black silk of David’s hair that he longed to get his hands in again; the smooth curve of David’s ear that tempted his teeth; the slight arch of David’s neck that suggested a head and mouth bent to other activities.
    David must have sensed Jonah’s attention, because he looked up from his magazine. “What?”
    Jonah had promised, though.
    Sort of.
    “Nothing. Just thinking.”

    ***

    Maybe it was the post-orgasm lassitude finally catching up with him, but David found himself having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Over the summer vacation he’d gotten used to staying up late, tinkering with his robots and playing World of Warcraft online with his buddies, but today he’d had to be up early to catch the train. So it could have been that, too.
    Regardless, neither the article on brushless motors nor a write-up on the hosts of his favorite geek-TV show testing a new robot system could hold his attention. Instead, David’s thoughts kept wandering to endless replays of Jonah’s mouth on his dick, thoughts of how very much he’d like to have that happen again--repeatedly and at great length-- and wondering what universal laws of nature would have to be turned on their heads to make that happen in any known reality.
    Surrendering to the inevitable, David braced his elbows on the seat’s armrests, folded his hands together and used them to prop up his chin as he closed his eyes and daydreamed. He’d be naked, of course. On a table, or countertop, maybe. Near a window, because the sun would be shining through onto Jonah’s hair, picking out the hundred different shades of reddish-brown. David wanted to kiss him so bad.
    He couldn’t, though, ‘cause Jonah’s mouth was full of David’s cock. Since it was a dream, Jonah’s lips were stretched wide, because in real life David just wasn’t that big. It was a pretty awesome great dream, though. Jonah’s hands were on David’s