"Nate…" Joe began only to stop the words frozen in his throat when Nate placed his hand on his chest over his heart. The touch of Nate's hand on his bare flesh brought another part of him to life instantly. Joe inhaled deeply as his cock filled up, praying that Nate didn't notice the growing tent in the blankets.
"Ssshhh, you need to be quiet."
Joe watched Nate as his eyes closed and he seemed to be concentrating on what he was doing. He could feel the skin under Nate's hand heat up but not uncomfortably so. It actually felt kind of nice.
Nate suddenly inhaled. His eyes popped open to look up at Joe in surprise, sudden heat filling his eyes. "Joe," he whispered. It had been hard to reach Joe's emotions and sort them out, harder than he had ever encountered before, but when he finally had Nate had been filled with rolling hot lust and desire. Joe's emotions were practically on fire and Nate wanted nothing more than to climb inside of Joe and be warmed by that fire.
Joe gently cupped Nate's cheek in his hand as he looked deep into his eyes. "What am I feeling, baby?"
"You… you want me?" Nate asked breathlessly as if he couldn't believe the emotions he was getting from Joe.
"Oh yeah," Joe whispered back letting Nate see his emotions in his eyes. "Does that bother you?" If Nate didn't want him, now was the time to say something… anything, to keep him from taking the little man.
"Even knowing… even knowing what I am? You still want me?" Nate's voice was filled with disbelief and uncertainty.
"Yes." One word, one simple word… how could one simple word fill Nate with such joy and happiness and scare him out of his mind at the same time? Would Joe still feel the same if he knew everything?
"Joe… I haven't told you everything. How can you feel this way? You don't even know me. I could be some horrible person or an axe murderer for all you know."
"Are you?" Joe asked with a small smirk.
"Am I what?" Nate was so caught up in his thoughts he lost track of the conversation.
"Are you an axe murderer?"
"No! Of course not!" Nate exclaimed sitting up on his knees facing Joe. Joe just scooted back to lean against the headboard, chuckling at the outraged look on Nate's face.
"Well, see, not a problem then."
"But… but… I haven't told you… you don't know…" Nate stammered.
Joe grabbed Nate's hands in his. "Nate, I don't care. Do you understand? I don't care. Even if you were an axe murderer, I wouldn't care. I'd insist on some serious therapy but other than that, unless you tell me you don't want me, the rest doesn't matter to me."
Nate could tell that Joe was telling him the truth. He could feel it. "But don't you want to know…"
"Come here, baby." Joe held his arms out to Nate, careful to keep the sheet pulled up to cover his naked groin.
Nate slowly crawled over to lean against Joe. He let out a small yelp of surprise when Joe lifted him up to straddle his thighs, pulling his face down to his. His legs slid down to rest on the mattress on each side of Joe's warm body.
Joe took Nate's face in his hands. "I just need to know one thing from you. Do you want me? Do you feel anything for me at all?"
"Ye…sss," Nate moaned out, his eyes falling closed. "But there's so much you don't know."
"That's the only thing I need to know. You will tell me the rest when you're ready. I know this is sudden but I felt a connection to you the minute I saw you. It's only getting stronger the more I'm with you. I'm not one to sit around and wait for things to happen. If I see something I want, I'm going to go after it. And I want you!"
To drive home his words Joe leaned up and took Nate's lips with his, his tongue fighting its way in, demanding entrance. As Nate opened his mouth allowing him in, Joe began exploring with his tongue, feeling every inch of Nate's mouth.
His hands moved down Nate's face, tracing across his naked shoulders and back to grab his hips, pressing Nate's erection against his. Joe bent his knees slightly against Nate's back, pushing down again on his hips as he moved his body up, humping himself against Nate.
Nate's emotions were in overdrive. He could feel the touch of Joe's hands on his hips, his knees at his back, the hard cock underneath him grinding against his. The desire and caring coming off of Joe swirled around him in one big red haze. It was addictive.
He wanted more. Burying his hands in Joe's long black hair he pressed their chests together, moving his hips against Joe's.
"Joe," Nate whispered desperately against his lips. He was frantic. He could feel something coming, something building in Joe and himself but he didn't know what it was. It frightened him, this unknown feeling.
"It's okay, baby. Let it happen. I'll be here to catch you." Joe watched in awe as Nate's eyes glazed over, his head falling back as he cried out. Reaching between them Joe shoved his hand under the waistband of Nate's pajamas, grabbing his throbbing cock just as he exploded, filling Joe's hand with thick ropes of white cum.
The sound and smell of Nate finding his pleasure tipped Joe over the edge and he let out his own roar, drenching the sheet between their bodies. His orgasm seemed to go on and on as he was filled with a red haze, Nate at the center.