Conquest by S. J. Frost Page A

you too much to burn myself out quickly.”
Evan squeezed Jesse tighter to him, their chests and hips pressed together. “I feel the same way.”
Jesse smiled and found Evan’s lips again. Their tongues mingled their tastes. Their fingers drifted over each other’s body, tracing, mapping, learning the feel of the other’s flesh. The soft touches gradually changed to firmer rubs, the slow kisses more urgent. Each rocked toward the other, grinding their cocks between their bodies.
His voice hushed, breathless, Evan said, “How far do you want to go?”
Jesse kept his lips on Evan’s. “As far as possible.”
    Evan closed his eyes in a long blink. To receive such an answer from Jesse brought his best dreams about him fully to life, but now knowing his inexperience and also that Jesse was a fan, tainted his desire with doubt. “Are you sure?”
Jesse nodded once. “Positive.”
    “Jess,” Evan said softly, “it’s okay if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to feel pressured because of who I am.”
Jesse grinned. “Like you having a couple hit songs is a big influence in this decision.”
    Evan smiled at his words, then laid his hand on Jesse’s cheek, his face falling serious. “I just don’t want you to have any regrets. It doesn’t matter how many partners you may have later in life, if we do this, you’ll always remember me as the first guy that was ever inside you. You’ll never be able to fully forget about me.”
    Jesse cupped Evan’s face in both hands, locking his gaze intently into his. “I want to be with you because I don’t want to forget you. And right now, I’m not thinking of my future with other men. I’m thinking of you, and only you.”
Evan gave him a warm smile. “You certainly know the right things to say to seduce a boy.”
     
Jesse chuckled softly. “I’m trying.”
    Evan placed a gentle kiss on Jesse’s lips. “Roll onto your other side for me.”
Jesse shifted to roll to his right side. As he moved, he saw Evan stretch across the bed toward the nightstand, reach in the top drawer, and retrieve a bottle of lube. Jesse slowly lay down on his side with his back to Evan, his heart fluttering a nervous rhythm. This was it. For so long he had wondered what it would be like to let a guy inside him and now it was actually going to happen. Several months ago, he decided he was ready, but since then, the quality of prospective partners hadn’t met his standards, and he’d been waiting for someone who he felt was right, knowing his instincts would flare when he met that person. Everything inside him said that person was Evan. He heard Evan opening the bottle and swallowed hard. It didn’t make him feel any less nervous, though.
Evan slid up close behind him, his lips to Jesse’s ear. “We’ll start slow.”
     
Jesse’s heartbeat quickened more. He managed the smallest of nods.
    Evan adjusted Jesse’s top leg to lie forward and settled in behind him, propping himself up on his right elbow. He nuzzled into Jesse’s hair, kissed his temple, and moved the slicked up fingers of his left hand to Jesse’s opening.
    Jesse closed his eyes at Evan’s tender touch stroking and circling outside his hole. He had touched and penetrated himself with his fingers numerous times before as he explored his own body, but the sensation of someone else’s fingers was entirely different. He found himself shifting in response to Evan, a yearning growing to feel his touch inside him. He stretched his top leg further to expose more of himself to Evan.
    Evan eased his middle finger halfway into him.
Jesse gasped, twisting the sheets in his fingers. His internal muscles clenched around Evan’s unmoving finger. Evan’s lips touched his neck in soft kisses, and their gentleness alone relaxed him. After a few moments, Evan slid deeper into him and thrust in easy, careful motions. Each push of Evan’s finger sparked more pleasure, and just as he adjusted to Evan’s touch, it left him. When it