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It was 9pm on a Friday night, and Jared was draped over the couch in his condo, alone as the day he was born.
The past few days at Pied Piper had been exhausting for everyone involved, and although Jared was tired, he was still very much awake. He'd known he'd need at least a full season of Desperate Housewives, and an indecent amount of peppermint tea before he could even think about falling asleep.
He'd already started on the tea, but was only part way through his first episode when he felt the vibration in his pocket.
Pulling his phone out, he was only half surprised to see a text from Richard.
Received: 9:09pm
From: Richard
Hey Jared
Sent: 9:12pm
To: Richard
Hello, Richard! Is everything okay?
Received: 9:14pm
From: Richard
Yeah, fine , thankbs .
A typo. Interesting. Richard was usually very diligent with his spell checking. Jared's brow furrowed slightly as he sat his tea down, and began to type out a reply. Before he could hit send, however, the phone buzzed again.
Received: 9:14pm
From: Richard
its stupid
Sent: 9:15pm
To: Richard
Oh Richard, I'm sure it's not. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?
Received: 9:20pm
From: Richard
I guess
I didnt wanna b alone .
bad day
Missing punctuation. Oh, no, Richard.
Sent: 9:20pm
To: Richard
Is there anything I can do?
Jared lost track of how long he watched those three dots appear and disappear.
Received: 9:27pm
From: Richard
can i come over?
Jared's heart leapt a little.
Sent: 9:27pm
To: Richard
Of course, Richard. You know you're welcome here any time.
Received: 9:29pm
From: Richard
,ovr soon
Sent: 9:31pm
To: Richard
I'll wait up.
Jared let out a long breath and set his phone aside. As if he was going to be able to sleep after this. He was far too wired now.
He stood, pacing the room for a moment as he contemplated how the evening might go.
The last thing he wanted was for Richard to feel like he'd made a mistake in coming over. After all, it had taken him months to get to the point where he was comfortable enough to ask for help like this.
He should make an effort to prepare a comfortable space for Richard. He glanced around for anything out of place, and began a stock check of his cupboards for Richard's digestion-approved snacks.
He was halfway to the linen closet for fresh sheets when he heard the knock at the door.
He'd been expecting it, but still it caught him off guard. He paused, taking a deep breath, and then crossed the room, unlocking and pulling open the door.
"Hey, Richard," Jared greeted warmly.
Richard looked up at him, giving a little wave. "Hey, uh... hope is' ok 'm here."
Was he... slurring?
Jared stepped back, holding the door open and motioning Richard inside. "Of course, Richard, don't worry. But, ah..."
Richard's gait was a little uneven as he stepped inside.
"Are you limping? Do you need medical attention? Oh, Richard , did those adderall street kids come seeking justice?"
Richard stared at him blankly, before shaking his head. "Nope, no. Just, um... had a bit to drink earlier. Little drunk. Thas' all." There was a pause as he seemed to realise something.
"Oh! Here I brought a..." He trailed off, producing a three-quarter full bottle of Jack from his overcoat. "I had s'more in the cab, hope y'don't mind."
Well that's one relief, at least Richard didn't drive here.
Jared gave a nervous laugh. "No, no, that's, um... thank you, Richard. That was kind of you."
Richard's expression became thoughtful, his brow furrowing. "You're always s'polite, Jared."
"Oh, I..."
"I like it. It's nice."
Richard leaned forward, pressing the bottle into Jared's hands.
"Oh, um, well thank you. Thank you, Richard. Go and sit down, I'll get you some water."
"Mmm. Ok. An' bring some ice." Richard smiled, swaying slightly as he stumbled past him and towards the couch.
Jared watched him, his eyes wide. He was going to need more than tea to slow his heart rate to a reasonable level.
He headed to the kitchen, setting the whiskey on the counter and taking a deep breath.
Alright. He needed to remain calm. This was just an unforeseen circumstance. He was equipped to deal with this.
He opened a drawer, grabbing a pair of highball glasses and setting them on the bench. He'd only ever used them to hold decorative flowers, but they were the only matching set he owned.
Next was the ice. He wouldn't usually bother with it for himself, but Richard had requested it. He retrieved the bag of ice from the back of the freezer, grabbing a couple of larger cubes and dropping them in the glasses.
Then, the water. That was easy. That was mundane. He could handle that. He reached up to the top cupboard, grabbing the first receptacle he touched.
Oh. It was a juice cup. A sippy cup, with a spout. He kept it around for his nephew.
His eyes flicked between the glass and the cup.
The cup had a lid. It wouldn't spill.
It was a good idea, he nodded to himself.
Yeah, this was a great idea.
He grabbed the bottle of Jack from the counter, unscrewing the lid and pouring a generous measure in both glasses.
He took a sip, wincing a little at the strength.
Richard's words were still echoing in his mind. Always so polite.
He liked being polite.
He picked up the glasses, and the juice cup, carrying them carefully into the living room.
He glanced up, finding Richard sprawled out over the couch, his gaze fixed on the television.
"You like Housewives, huh? Never took you for the type, Jared," he smirked.
Jared gave an embarrassed smile, and set the cups on the coffee table. "I'm, uh, not. It's the show my foster sister used to watch before bed. I guess I got used to it."
He turned back to Richard, who was looking at him with an odd expression.
"You, ah, you wanna sit?" Richard asked, as Jared stood hovering a little too long.
"Oh, um... yes." Jared hesitated, before lowering himself to the couch, careful to keep a comfortable distance between them.
"Here." Richard reached for one of the whiskey glasses, lifting it. "Drink."
Jared took the glass. There was a moment's silence as Jared took a sip, the whiskey a somewhat pleasant burn against his oesophagus.
Richard nodded his approval, before doing the same.
There was another pause as the two men stared straight ahead. Jared found his thoughts drifting.
This was a nice couch. He'd spent hours choosing it. He'd read the reviews online. It was a great couch.
It was the most expensive thing he owned.
He could feel the warmth radiating from Richard's thigh, just inches from his own.
It was a nice couch.
Richard let out a sigh, and Jared snapped his attention back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, would you... like to talk about things, Richard?" he asked.
"Honestly, man? I jus' don't wanna think about work for like- for like a few hours. Can we do something fun? Jus' the two of us, no work, no middle-out ," He clarified with the hand motion. "And no... no Gavin." He squeezed his eyes shut, banishing all thoughts of the above, at least until the cold light of day.
Jared perked up a little at this. "Sure, yeah, absolutely." Fun . He could do fun.
Richard grinned, sitting up against the couch cushions, and tucking one leg up underneath himself. "We could play a game?" He suggested.
Jared nodded. "Sure, I can dust off the old Battleship."
"No, no, not a board game, somethin' better. Somethin' like-'' He took another generous sip of his drink, before reaching forward and placing it back on the table.
Jared couldn't quite place why the glint in Richard's eye made him nervous.
"Somethin' like truth or dare...?"
Jared's face fell a little, but he forced a smile. "Richard, are you sure? We can do something else. We could watch a movie, or-"
"Dare," Richard interrupted, ignoring him completely.
"Uh, okay." Jared nodded slowly. "I dare you to..." He racked his brain for something simple. "Hop on one leg."
Richard huffed. "What the fuck, man? Thas' the worst dare ever."
"I'm just trying to respect your boundaries," Jared gave a half-shrug to match his half-smile.
Richard shook his head. "Well, stop it!" He snapped.
His flippant tone made Jared flinch.
"Sorry, man, but- 'm not some- some delicate little flower , okay Jared? Dare me somethin' good. I can handle it."
Jared's mouth went dry. His gaze fell to the glasses on the coffee table, before darting back to Richard.
"Richard, I don't want you to-"
"Stop worrying about me! I'm a ad- an-ad- I'm a grown up!"
Oh, Richard, all I do is worry about you.
But, fine. Deep breaths.
You can do this, Donald. Something fun, but not too extreme.
"Okay, well, um..."
He swallowed.
"I dare you to finish the rest of your drink in one go."
"Ooh. Now, we're talking," Richard smirked.
When Jared glanced over, Richard was already grabbing the glass. He took a breath, steeling himself, before throwing his head back and downing the whiskey.
Jared couldn't help the nervous flutter in his stomach as he watched.
Richard coughed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Good, that was good. Okay, now you."
Jared blinked.
"Truth or dare?"
"Oh. Well, I-"
"C'mon, you gotta choose. It's the rules."
"Uh, okay, well then I suppose... truth."
Richard gave a thoughtful frown.
"Okay. Tell me a secret. Somethin' nobody else knows."
"Um..."
"It has to be real, too. No- no bullshit, no fake secrets."
Jared's shoulders tensed a little. He hated being put on the spot. He could feel the weight of Richard's eyes on him, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.
The worst part was, he did have a pretty juicy secret. One that he'd quite like to get off of his chest. He steeled himself, and started.
"Okay, well... One time, when I was working at Hooli, there was this guy in the office. A, um... a client, and... oh, gosh, I don't know if I should continue, but..."
Richard gave an encouraging nod. "Go on, man."
"Well, it's... it's embarrassing, is all."
"It's just between you and me," Richard assured, leaning forward towards Jared and propping his chin up with his hand.
Jared could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"There was this client. I can't remember what, um, what project he was part of, or- or even his name, but he'd come in, and... well, the way he looked at me..."
Richard had stopped fiddling with the hem of his hoodie, and was looking straight at Jared, transfixed.
"Like- like he wanted me. And... Well, the more I pretended not to notice, the more he stared. And, uh... I guess I was feeling a little rebellious that day. So, when he came into my office, I just... I locked the door. I made sure the blinds were closed, and I- I asked him how he'd like to proceed ."
"Yeah?" Richard's voice had taken on a breathy note, his eyes wide.
"And..."
"And?"
"Well, he thought I was talking about the project, and I didn't want to seem rude by correcting him. But for a good few minutes the... intention was there."
If Richard had any drink left he would've choked.
"Woah, Jared, you're a slut!"
"Richard! I didn't- that's not what I said."
"But you are, though, aren't you? You're a slut! I knew it." Richard teased, delight evident on his face at learning something so scandalous about his friend.
Jared's face went red and he shook his head. "I... I wouldn't exactly say that, Richard."
"I'm just messing with you, man, relax! Wow so, you were so, y'know... desperate for it. You almost just- right there? In the office?"
Jared shook his head again, flushed, and seemingly in disbelief that he'd willingly divulged this information. He reached for his drink and knocked it back in a way that left Richard somewhat impressed.
"Your turn," Jared muttered.
"Ah, uh, alright. Give me a truth."
Jared took a second to compose himself, taking a few breaths. "What was your first impression of me?"
"Easy. Weird. You're a weird dude. And tall. Like really tall."
"Yes, that's, um..."
"It's not- that's not a bad thing," Richard added quickly, his cheeks heating a little.
"Oh. Well, in that case... thank you," Jared replied, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
He reached for his glass before remembering it was empty. "Oh, uh, I'll get us some more," he said, standing up and turning towards the kitchen.
Richard nodded.
"Oh, Richard," Jared turned back, gesturing to the sippy cup. "Would you like some more water?"
"Huh? Wait, that was for me? I thought you brought it by mistake or something."
Jared froze, his face going pink. "Oh, no, no, no. That was for, um..." He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "That was for you, Richard. I thought it might help... protect my upholstery."
Richard groaned, "Ugh, Jared! See this's what I was talking about! I don't need you to- to baby me! Especially literally ."
"I'm sorry, Richard. It won't happen again." Jared turned to leave, a dejected, regretful tone to his voice.
Richard immediately felt guilty.
"No, no, wait. I didn't mean it like- look, I'm the guest. I'll shut up and take what I'm given. Here- see?" Richard made a point of bringing the cup up to mouth, wrapping his lips around the spout, and taking a drink.
Jared just seemed to tense up even more.
"Jared, come on man, what's wrong? Did I- did I do something?"
Jared sighed, shaking his head and looking down.
"Richard, I'm... I'm not being a very good host."
"Wh- no, dude, don't- don't think that. You're an awesome host, okay? You're doing great."
Jared finally seemed to visibly relax at the praise, the reassurance doing its job.
"Well, thank you, Richard. Do you still want another drink?"
"Yeah, and just get the bottle, man. Y'don't have to wait on me."
"I know, Richard, but I'm happy to."
Richard smiled, taking another drink from the sippy cup. Honestly, it kinda made him feel... relaxed? Maybe there's something to its design, after all.
By the time Jared returned, Richard was lounging further back on the couch, having opted to bring both legs up, and rest his back against the arm.
Jared placed the bottle on the table and poured them each another glass.
Richard watched him, and was surprised at the wave of fondness he felt as he idly followed his movements.
Jared moved with a certain delicateness. His fingers were long and thin. His wrists were so slender that Richard could easily wrap his hand around them.
Richard swallowed, averting his eyes.
"So, ah... more truth or dare, Jared?"
Jared sat back, giving a shrug.
"Actually, I was thinking. There's this game my frat brothers used to play- I never got the chance at the time. But... Do you wanna try it, Richard?"
Richard looked up, his interest piqued.
"Uh, as long as it doesn't involve a wheat thin, then sure, man. Lay it on me."
"It's called 'Never Have I Ever.' Have you heard of it?"
"Um, I don't think so?"
"It's simple. We each take turns, and we have to say something we've never done before. Then, anyone who has done that thing has to take a drink."
"That... does actually sound like it could be fun. Who goes first?"
"I can, if you like," Jared offered.
Richard nodded.
Jared took a moment to consider his statement. "Never have I ever... had a pet."
"Really?" Richard frowned. "You've never had a cat, or a dog, or even a goldfish?"
"Oh, my foster mother said evil spirits use animals as gateways to enter homes, so no. Never."
Richard blinked. "Wow, she sounds... fun."
"Oh, yeah, she was the best," Jared smiled.
Richard lifted his glass and took a drink.
"Okay, uh... never have I ever..." he looked around the room, searching for inspiration, before his gaze landed on the television, which was still playing a muted episode of Desperate Housewives.
"Never have I ever been on a reality TV show," he finished.
Jared chuckled, and lifted his own glass.
"Wait. Seriously?"
"Mhm," Jared nodded, before taking a sip. "It was a long time ago, though. I was interviewed for an exposé on one of my old boarding schools."
Richard stared at him, mouth agape.
"How-how did I not know this about you?"
Jared shrugged. "It was years ago, Richard. And I wasn't on it for long. They were more interested in the, ah, the teachers, and the sexual misconduct."
This time Richard did choke on his drink.
"Oh, shit. Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, no, no, no," Jared laughed. "It's not like- I was never, um, involved. Not at that school."
This didn't help lessen the horrified look on Richard's face.
"But, anyway, it's my turn," Jared said, eager to change the subject. "Never have I ever smoked marijuana."
Richard scoffed. "Seriously? Never? You've never tried weed?"
"No. Is that... unusual?"
"I don't know, I just, I guess I always assumed you had. At least once, maybe."
"No, never."
"Hmm." Richard glanced at his glass, filing that information away for later. "Alright." He took a drink.
"Your turn," Jared said, nodding.
"Never have I ever... slept with two girls at once," Richard declared, the alcohol helping him get the words out without overthinking it.
"Richard, I'm starting to think you're trying to get me drunk." Jared let out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a giggle, and took a drink.
"I can't believe you're a real person," Richard muttered, shaking his head.
"Richard, I'm really not all that," Jared said with a shy smile. He felt his cheeks heating up, whether from the alcohol or the company, Jared was yet to decipher.
Richard raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly at the empty glass in Jared's hands.
"I think you just lost the game."
"Well, then," Jared grinned, setting the glass on the coffee table to refill it. "I guess we should have a rematch."
"Sounds good to me," Richard said, already reaching for the bottle.
They continued to take turns, Richard making increasingly absurd statements, and Jared taking drinks at almost every revelation.
By the end of the third round, the bottle was nearly drained, and both men were feeling its effects; rosy cheeked, giggling, and leaning dangerously far into each others' personal space.
"Shit we- we did a number on this, huh?" Richard laughed.
Jared's head felt deliciously light as he turned to look at the uncapped bottle in Richard's hand.
"You had a head start, remember, Richard?" Jared teased.
Richard returned Jared's grin. "Oh, yeah, well- I brought it so, so I should getta' finish it, too."
He tipped the bottle up to his lips, and took a gulp as though it was water.
If Jared had more of his wits about him, he would've told Richard to slow down.
"So," Richard began, his words once again beginning to slur. "Wh-wha-what do people usually do when they're drunk?"
"Oh, I don't know, Richard," Jared's brow furrowed in thought. "Maybe things they'd never do sober?"
Richard seemed to contemplate this.
"So, like, if I were to try something right now, that, that would be okay, because-because it's just a, just a dumb drunk thing, and it doesn't matter."
Jared felt a sudden nervous pang in his chest.
"Richard, you know you don't have to do-"
"I know. I know. I wanna try something. Jus' don't freak out, ok?"
Before Jared could question him, Richard leant forward, shifting along the couch until he was practically in the taller man's lap.
"Richard..." Jared meant to continue the sentence, to explain why this wasn't a good idea, but his mind went blank and the words died on his tongue as Richard's hand came up to rest his palm gently against the side of Jared's neck.
"Don't freak out," he repeated, voice dropped low to a whisper.
Richard moved closer, his thumb pressing into the dip beneath Jared's chin.
Jared didn't realise his eyes had slipped closed until he felt the warmth of Richard's whiskey-laced breath over his lips.
There was a moment where he hesitated, and Jared was worried he'd pull away, but then he felt the tentative pressure of Richard's lips against his own.
The kiss was brief, but enough for Jared to learn how soft and warm his mouth was.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Richard's wide blue gaze fixed on him.
He swallowed, unable to keep his eyes from flickering back down to Richard's lips.
Richard took that as his cue to kiss him again.
The second was a little less hesitant, a little more desperate. Richard tilted his head, capturing his lips from an easier angle, and Jared couldn't help the tiny sigh that escaped him.
When Richard pulled back, he found that Jared's hands had made their way to his sides, keeping him close.
Richard let his head loll forward, resting his forehead against the taller man's shoulder.
"Richard?"
Richard just hummed in reply, before tilting his head to press firm parted-lips to the column of Jared's throat where he could reach.
Jared couldn't suppress the groan as a full-body shiver ran through him.
"Richard," he breathed. "Richard we shouldn't-"
"You taste so good," Richard mumbled, either not parsing or just ignoring Jared's protests.
Jared let out a shuddering breath. He couldn't think straight, the scent of Richard overpowering his senses. They were so, so close.
"I- oh, fuck." Jared moaned as Richard's lips latched onto his skin once again. He could feel the heat radiating off him, his hands were grasping at Jared's shoulders.
Richard sucked on his pulse point, and Jared's hips bucked involuntarily. Richard pulled away, eyes drawn to the source of the sudden movement.
"God, Jared, you're-you're so hard ."
"I-I'm so sorry, Richard," he whimpered, his body still trembling. One of his hands flew from Richard's hips in an attempt to cover himself.
"Shh," Richard shushed him, returning to his neck and nuzzling his nose just behind his ear. "'s hot. So fucking hot."
"Oh, god, Richard," Jared gasped, his head swimming. It felt eerily like he was dreaming.
"C-can I see it? Can I touch you?"
The look of earnest want on Richard's face fractured the foundation of his resolve. Jared bit his lip and nodded, moving his hand to give Richard access. Nothing Richard does can ever be wrong, so that must mean this is right. It feels right. Feels good .
So good, in fact, the thought crossed his mind that nothing may ever compare. Though the brief existential dread was pushed aside as his focus was brought back to Richard; a little trick that's served him well over the past few years.
Richard's hands were fumbling with the fastenings of Jared's khakis, his eyes a little unfocused. Jared decided to help him along, undoing the button and zipper with the ease of familiarity. He lifted his hips and shimmied his pants down just far enough to release his boxer-clad erection.
Jared couldn't help the way his cheeks burned when he saw Richard staring down at him, his mouth agape and eyes wide.
"Fuck, Jared. Jesus, it's even bigger than I imagined."
Imagined ? Jared had to ignore that little detail for the sake of his sanity.
Richard wasted no time in reaching down to brush the backs of his fingers over the length of the shaft.
Jared let out a shaky gasp. Richard's hand was warm, and the feeling of it through the fabric had his heart racing.
Richard continued to stroke him through his boxers, his thumb reaching out to rub teasing circles at the head.
Jared felt like he was going to explode, though Richard was barely even touching him. None of this felt real, yet his senses were in overdrive. The sight of Richard, his scent, every touch; it was too much and not enough all at once. It was as if several years-worth of pent-up feelings were hitting him all at once. He practically heard the snap as the last of his self-control broke away.
Suddenly, he realised, there were far too many clothes between them.
Jared's hands shot out, tugging on the bottom of Richard's hoodie. "Off." A simple instruction, with no room for nuance.
Richard was slightly taken aback, but complied without a word, raising his arms above his head so Jared could drag the offending garment over his body.
Jared tossed it to the side, immediately getting to work on Richard's plaid button-down.
Richard felt a little dizzy, the room spinning and his heart hammering. He was half-expecting Jared to have pushed him away by now, for him to sober up and realise the weight of what they were doing. He was so fucking glad he hadn't.
When Richard's shirt had joined his hoodie on the floor, Jared took a moment to just look . Richard was so pale, his chest littered with a patchwork of freckles and moles. There was a light dusting of blonde chest hair, which sat between two peaked, pink nipples. He was thin, but it suited his frame. Jared was also pleasantly surprised to see how the taper of his waist accentuated the gentle curve of his hips.
All of this hidden under ill-fitting shirts and figure-obscuring hoodies. Jared thought it a crime.
Jared was regarding him for so long that Richard had started to squirm.
"Wh-what're y'thinking about?" he asked.
Jared blinked, seeming to come back to himself. "Nothing, I- god, Richard, you are beautiful."
Richard flushed, patches of red bloomed across his pale skin, from his cheeks to across his bare chest. He never knew what to say when Jared paid him compliments, so instead he leaned forward, his hands finding purchase in the folds of Jared's cardigan. He buried his face in Jared's chest, attempting to hide his embarrassment.
Jared could feel Richard's warm breath over his heart. Richard must be able to feel it hammering . He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, drawing him in close, and pressing a kiss into his unruly curls.
The moment was so tender, so much that Jared could feel himself wanting to say something he might regret. He was brought out of it in time, however, by the feeling of friction against his leg.
Richard was rutting his equally hard cock, having found delicious purchase against Jared's thigh.
"Oh, Richard," he breathed, a fond smile pulling at his lips. "I'm so sorry," Though he wasn't really , "Where are my manners?"
He reached down, his large hand easily encasing the bulge in the front of Richard's jeans. Richard let out a startled yelp, and his hips stuttered, pressing his clothed cock more insistently into the welcoming heat.
"Let me take care of that for you, baby," Jared cooed, rubbing his palm firmly against the hardness.
Richard whimpered, Jared's self-assured tone making everything feel fuzzy.
Jared was working his hand against Richard, but his jeans were creating a frustrating barrier. He knew they both needed more. His hands made their way to the hem of his trousers.
"May I...?"
"Please," Richard groaned. "Yes. Anything, jus-just touch me."
Jared wasted no time in divesting Richard of his jeans and underwear, and pulling him fully into his lap; seated bare and exposed.
Richard's cock stood, flushed, and leaking, the tip pressed against his stomach. It was on the shorter and thicker side, and had a slight curve.
Jared's mouth watered.
"So perfect, baby," he said, his voice low in Richard's ear.
His hands stroked up and down Richard's sides, feeling his ribs, and the jut of his hip bones.
"D'you have any idea what you do to me, Richard?" Jared knew it was his own voice, but the words sounded foreign. Like the whiskey was saying everything he would never be able to. "I've wanted you for so long. I've dreamed about you."
"Jared," Richard could only whimper, his whole body shivering, the short hairs on his arms standing on end.
"Can I show you? Will you let me show you, Richard?"
"Anything, p-please."
Richard felt the loss of warmth as Jared moved back a little, creating space between them.
Jared brought one hand to the front of his boxers, tugging the waistband down, and finally freeing the full length of his erection.
Jared took his cock in his hand, and began slowly stroking himself, the sizable head disappearing and reappearing from his fist. Jared looked up at Richard, his pupils blown and his breath coming out in short, hot puffs.
His gaze lowered to land on Richard's lips. A flash of heat pooled in his stomach as he considered putting Richard on his knees. Just as quickly as the thought appeared, though, the rational Jared was back to scold him. You can't make him do that. Not during his first time.
The thought did, however, lead him to an even better idea.
He gently guided Richard to scoot closer on his lap. He couldn't help but steal a quick, soft kiss, once they were almost nose-to-nose.
He tilted his hips to find the optimum angle, manoeuvring Richard into position on top of him, until the heated skin of their erections were pressed firmly against one another.
What Jared did next came as a surprise to both of them.
Wordlessly, Jared brought a hand up to Richard's lips. It felt as though his muscles were contracting entirely on their own.
Without a second thought, Richard obediently opened his mouth. Jared slid two fingers inside, letting the tips brush against Richard's tongue.
Richard hummed, and sucked lightly, his lips wrapping around Jared's knuckles, glazing the digits in a fine sheen of spit.
He withdrew his fingers, inspecting the coating of saliva. Not good enough for Richard.
"Again for me, please, baby?" Jared can't help the fondness creeping in whenever Richard is involved.
Richard parted his lips once again, Jared inserting three fingers this time. The heat of his mouth had Jared's cock twitching.
Jared lets Richard continue his work for a few moments, before abruptly pushing his fingers in further, and brushing against the back of his throat. Richard gagged, his body convulsing, hands clutching onto Jared's shoulders for support. His mouth flooded with saliva.
"That's it, that's a good boy, Richard," he soothed. "That's enough."
Jared pulled his hand back, satisfied with the glistening state of his fingers. He wrapped the spit-slicked digits around both of their cocks, giving a tentative squeeze.
Richard moaned, his head dropping to Jared's shoulder.
"Is this okay?" Jared asked, his tone gentle, as he started to move his fist in slow, even strokes.
"Yes, oh, f-fuck, yes," Richard babbled.
He could feel the drag of his foreskin, and the sticky glide of his own pre-cum mingling with the saliva.
He felt Richard's hips beginning to buck, his cock pulsing in Jared's grip.
"Oh, baby," he gasped. "You're so good for me, so perfect, Richard. God, I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you. My sweet boy."
Richard's breathing was growing shallow, his mouth hanging open in a picture of pure ecstasy.
"Come for me, Richard. Let me see you."
Richard let out a whine that was almost a sob. He felt like his body was no longer his own, like Jared was pulling him apart and putting him back together.
Richard's thighs tensed and his body shuddered. Jared felt a spurt of warm, thick liquid coat his hand, and spill over his cock. The sensation was enough to push him over the edge, and soon his own orgasm was following. He came with a gasp, his forehead pressed against Richard's, and their heavy breaths mingling.
Jared could hear nothing but his heart pounding in his ears. For a moment, his world was filled with nothing but Richard, and the wet, sticky, mess that was their shared bliss.
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It took him a while to regain his bearings.
First, he became aware of the dull ache in his back, and then the strain in his arms from where he had held Richard tight the whole time.
Richard's body was slumped forward against his, his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Jared was loath to break the comfortable silence, but he knew they were going to have to talk about this eventually.
"Richard?" he spoke softly, bringing a hand up to stroke gently through the curls at the nape of his neck.
He felt Richard stir, just before raising his head to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, Jared?" Richard sounded exhausted.
"Are you alright?" A nervous tremor.
Richard smiled, a small, sated thing. "M'great."
Jared was relieved. He allowed himself to breathe.
"Was that... um..." Richard trailed off, seemingly unable to find the words.
"Wonderful?" Jared offered.
Richard's face broke out into a grin, and he ducked his head in embarrassment.
"Y-yeah," he agreed, nodding. "It was wonderful."
Jared felt a burst of pride. "I'm glad," he said, bringing a hand up to caress Richard's cheek.
Richard leant into the touch, and sighed. "So... what happens now?"
"Well, Richard, first, I am going to fetch us a towel."