Sleepless in San Francisco by Ryan Field Read Free Book Online

moaned, “I’m so close, Ed. I don’t know if I can hold back.” “Me too,” Ed said. “I don’t think I can hold back either.”
     
They came at the same time. Ed grunted and Jonathan moaned, “Ah, ah, ah…”
     
Then Ed lowered his body and rested on top of him. He cradled him in his arms and
     
kissed him so hard their teeth clicked together.
     
Jonathan wrapped his legs around Ed’s waist and crossed his feet at his ankles.
     
“That was even better than the last time,” he said.
     
He felt so good in his arms, he didn’t want to let go. “It’s like we have no
     
control,” Ed said. “We don’t even have foreplay. We just go at it like a couple of
     
perverted animals.”
     
Jonathan ran his fingers across the back of Ed’s neck and laughed. “Maybe we are
     
just a couple of sex-starved perverts.”
     
Ed thought for a moment. He had a point. Maybe this was all just pent-up lust
     
because he hadn’t been with anyone since Jake’s death. And the fact that someone like
     
Jonathan, so young and so attractive, could be interested in a thirty-five-year-old father
     
was definitely flattering. “You could be right.”
     
“Well, you big perv ,” Jonathan said, “you’d better pull that big, dangerous thing
     
out of my body, because we both have to be up early and I’m exhausted from the flight.”
     
Ed pulled out and loped down the hall to the bathroom. He removed the condom,
     
cleaned up, and wet a clean white washcloth with warm, soapy water. When he brought
     
the cloth back to the bedroom, Jonathan took it and wiped his flat torso clean. Then he
     
got up on the bed and fluffed the pillows. He smoothed out the covers and tightened the
     
sheets. And when everything was neat and orderly and perfect, he climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest. He smiled at Ed and patted the mattress. “Come to
     
bed and put your arms around me. You must be tired, too, after the workout we just had.”
     
Ed’s head jerked back and he stood frozen. Evidently, Jonathan assumed he’d be
     
spending the night with him. “Ah, well,” Ed said, “Here’s the thing. I thought you’d be
     
going back to your hotel, is all.” He didn’t look him in the eye. He just stood there, with
     
his penis hanging limp, rubbing his jaw with his right hand.
     
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, then tightened his lips and bolted from the bed.
     
He crossed to the pile of clothes he’d left at the foot. He laughed and shook his head.
     
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I just assumed that…it’s my mistake. I shouldn’t have been so
     
presumptuous. I’ll leave right now so you can go to bed all alone tonight. Don’t worry. I
     
don’t have to be told more than once when it’s time to leave.”
     
Ed took a deep breath and sighed. He sounded upset. “You’re not mad or anything,
     
are you?”
     
Jonathan moved fast. He pulled up his jeans and shoved his socks into his pockets.
     
Then he slipped his bare feet into his shoes and said, “Of course not. Why should I be
     
mad? You fuck me like you’ve just been released from prison, we have what I think is the
     
best sex ever, and then you kick me out of your house. You’re a real charmer, you are, Ed
     
Richardson. I’m just the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world when it comes to men.” He
     
put his sport jacket on without his shirt; he rolled the shirt into a ball and shoved it under
     
his arm.
     
“I didn’t mean to get you upset,” Ed said. He stood there in the middle of the
     
room, with his arms spread out and a confused expression on his face. “I just thought it
     
would be better if we keep things professional.” “You’re right,” Jonathan said. “Tomorrow we go back to being platonic again.
     
We got this out of the way and we can move on.” Then he reached into his pocket for his
     
car keys and went to the door. He turned and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. No