#handsfriday1st

The bed covers have warmed to his body heat, soft against the skin of his lower back. His shirt, the one article of clothing he still wears, is crumpled up around his chest. His hands clutch at Jason's shoulders, at the fabric of his top, at any part of Jason he can reach.

The bulge straining Jason's boxers tempts him, as does the curve of his mouth, but those are sadly out of reach. For now. Salim locks that knowledge away and, despite what Jason may have planned, intends to pay both a lot of attention later.

The rest of him lies bare as Jason kneels between his legs, stroking him. Jason's eyes are sharp and alert, roaming over his body to take in every reaction with a hungry look.

To think this all started because he'd wanted a smoke.

Earlier, he'd plucked a cigarette from a pack of his favorite brand. Before he had a chance to even light it, Jason had stared at him, promising him an alternate outlet.

The thought leaves him as Jason strokes up with a lubed hand, thumb circling over the spot just beneath his head. Every part of his body draws taut, responding to the way Jason indulges him. His mind loses focus on everything else, until even the walls of their room turn hazy in his peripheral vision.

"Told you I had something better," Jason says, smirking down at him.

The tight ring Jason forms with one hand slides back down his cock, while the other caresses his thigh. One touch is fast and firm, the other slow and gentle. Both are wonderfully warm, touching him just how he wants to be, because Jason knows how to make his body shiver.

During all their times together, Jason had mapped out every part of him. With spread fingers, he'd trail his hands down his chest and waist, or he'd brush the back of a finger over the sensitive side of his neck, or he'd even keep three fingers stuffed inside of him, utterly still except for the very tips that kept rubbing over his prostate and milking him dry.

"Oh, habibi," he breathes out, his eyes slipping shut as he sighs from how he feels both inside and out. "Keep going," he says in Arabic, before his mind rewires, translating the words so he can repeat them in English.

Jason lets out a laugh at that. It sounds snarky, but when Salim opens his eyes to narrow slits — it's all he can manage — he sees enough. Jason's cheeks are red with a bright flush, and he looks smitten, utterly wrapped up in Salim's responses. It's like all the pleasure coursing through his body, all this heat and friction and coiling pressure, he shares with Jason.

"I ain't stopping, darling. Don't you worry," Jason promises.

The hand on his thigh moves higher, running up his stomach and sneaking under his shirt to knead his chest. Jason's fingers fondle his pec, massaging the flesh and inching him closer to the edge with every slow move of his hands.

Salim's eyebrows draw up in pleasure, head falling back into the pillow as he's lost to the sensation of Jason's other hand continuing to slide over his cock.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Salim," Jason says while his hand moves up to cup his cheek, thumb drawing over his lips. His voice is low and reverent as his hand trails down his body. The other keeps pumping his cock, pausing to tease the head every couple of strokes. "I always want to put my hands all over you."

"Yes," he rumbles, moving his head in a slow nod and inviting Jason to do just that. To keep doing just that.

Even if they're calloused, he loves how Jason's hands look, with their broad base and strong, lean fingers. Years of hard work and responsibility are built into those hands. More than that, he loves how talented they are. Wielding whatever object Jason grasps with deft movements. Ready to pull him up when he needs it. And happy to touch him where he wants it most.

Jason breathes in sharply, adding a twist as his hand slides back up his erection with a slick sound. "Always want to jerk you off, over and over, 'til you're a shaking goddamn mess."

He feels himself twitch against Jason's palm at that, the vulgar words burning through him. With four decades under his belt, he doubts he can still keep up with such a pace, but Jason drawls an explicit scenario that his mind latches onto. He can't help but imagine himself, wrung out, body heavy with exhaustion and gratification, fully at Jason's mercy.

It drags a shaky moan from him, his legs parting wider at the idea.

Jason hums in response, soothing his hand down his waist one final time before withdrawing. "I'm gonna open you up with my fingers, fuck you 'til you can't come anymore. How's that sound?"

His tongue feels thick in his mouth, forcing him to swallow before answering. "Sounds like you should hurry."

Jason's lips curve up in a fond smile. "You got it."

The stroking pauses, but it's so Jason can lean in for a deep kiss, so Salim doesn't complain. Instead he clings to Jason's shirt, keeping him close for a moment as he enjoys the taste of Jason's lips against his own.

When Jason pulls back and Salim blinks his eyes open again, he looks up to find Jason staring at him. In a blatant move, Jason drags the blade of his tongue over two of his fingers before he swallows them down to the base, sliding them out of his mouth and back in to get them wet with spit.

His eyes widen at the sight, his cock painfully hard in Jason's grip, leaking at the tip. He knows full well what Jason's mouth feels like, and his mind replays some of those memories as Jason works.

It's not long before Jason pulls his fingers free, but that's fine. They have lube nearby, so there's no need to do it like this beyond putting on a show. To give Jason more room to work, he lets go of his shirt, grabbing onto the covers instead.

Jason locks eyes with him, silently checking how comfortable he is, then presses his fingers up against his hole. The pads of Jason's fingers are slick with saliva, circling over his rim with small sweeps while his other hand begins to move again too.

In no time, Salim feels his body opening up, accepting the intrusion of Jason's fingers like it's muscle memory.

"That's it, Salim. Just relax," Jason encourages. The muscles in his forearms flex as he slides two fingers in, searching for that one spot inside of him. At the same time, the hand working his cock tightens a little, adding further friction. "I'm gonna take good care of you."

Salim digs his head back into the pillow, a band of pressure settling around his chest, eyes clenching shut from everything that Jason does to him. "I know, Jason."

It's not eloquent, even for his second language, but he will forgive himself for that. Given the circumstances.

True to his word, Jason works his fingers deep inside of him, stretching him open in a languid pace. For someone as impatient as Jason, it comes across like it's all he wants to do that day, and that mere thought pulls on the muscles in his groin, pushing him closer to his orgasm.

As Jason curls the fingers inside of him over his prostate, he grips the covers and draws in a sharp breath at the building tension inside of him, at all his nerves lighting up.

"Yes, there, please, I—" he says, hissing when Jason immediately drags his fingers over the spot again. "Oh, perfect, Jason. So perfect." The words stumble out of him in a rush, his chest heaving.

With another stroke and another thrust, Jason unwinds all the tension inside of him, sending him over the edge as he comes.

His muscles shake, leaving him trembling beneath Jason, shivering all over. He can hear himself panting, can feel his chest rising and falling as he takes deep breaths to fill his lungs.

Once he comes down from the overwhelming orgasm, he realizes how empty he suddenly feels, as Jason's hands are busy brushing up and down his thighs.

The sound of his harsh breathing abates until it falls back into his regular rhythm, and Jason uses the opportunity to capture his lips again.

“Sometimes it is better when it’s anticipated,” Salim answered gently, scooting over to Jason and taking his hands. He pressed light kisses to the tip of each finger, then the palms, and then the wrists. Jason watched, suddenly breathless, as Salim repeated the motion, covering more and more of Jason’s hands with little kisses and nips. Then he ran his hands under Jason’s t-shirt, and the younger man leant forward to help him take it off. Salim moved to sit between Jason’s thighs, and Jason settled comfortably into the pillow.

“I thought about you all day,” Salim breathed out, running his hands over Jason’s abdomen, up his treasure trail and across his pecs, lightly grazing each nipple, and then moving back to circle them with his thumbs. Jason’s breathing had become heavier, his eyelids drooping, his eyes darkening. Salim continued his exploration, touching every millimetre of Jason’s skin with his strong, warm hands; leaning in to run his fingers through Jason’s damp hair and trailing kisses down his cheeks and along his jaw.

“I want to make you feel good, hayati,” Salim intertwined their fingers, “I want you to forget all about the stresses of work and just focus on me.” Jason hummed contentedly, “well, that sounds fuckin’ wonderful,” he drawled, his accent thicker than usual.  Salim pressed their lips together so softly, so gently, rubbing the palms of Jason’s hands with the pads of his thumbs in comforting circles. Jason moaned into his mouth, hungrily deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue across Salim’s - but without increasing their deliciously slow pace. 

They stayed like this for long moments, locked in their embrace, pulling back for little gasps of air, before Salim moved to kiss down Jason’s neck and along his collar bone, mapping out the indents with his tongue. Jason moaned again, letting his head fall back against the pillow, as Salim continued down - touching first with his hands, and then with his lips and tongue, committing every freckle and scar to memory as Jason unravelled beneath him. When he reached the waistband of Jason’s shorts, the younger man arched his hips to allow Salim to hook his fingers around the elastic and tug them off. 

“Hmm,” he muttered, “no underpants?” “Well,” Jason’s eyes were closed, “when I said rain-check I didn’t mean a different day.” Salim chuckled, “I never understood that phrase.” Jason ruffled Salim’s hair, and splayed his fingers over the strong shoulders. “So… what did you have in mind?” Salim leant down to kiss the inner flesh of Jason’s knees and thighs instead of answering.  “Tease.” With his nose buried in the crook between Jason’s cock and upper thigh, and his hands kneading the sides of Jason’s ass, Salim let out an airy laugh. “Says the man who wears mini shorts to bed with nothing else underneath.” “You’re still teasing.” Salim sat back up and leant over Jason to reach into the bedside drawer. He retrieved a bottle of lube and settled back on his knees.  “Close your eyes, darling one.” Jason smirked, but complied, letting his head fall back once more.

Salim emptied a decent amount of the lube onto his palm and rubbed his hands together, spreading evenly. Then, making sure Jason was relaxed, he wrapped one hand around Jason’s length, pumping gently, and then began to slowly but firmly massage his balls. Jason keened almost immediately, but didn’t move or speak, simply sinking further and further into the bed as Salim worked him. The pace was slow and the touch gentle and loving, almost as though Salim was worshiping him. Jason felt his mouth fall open, his breathing deepening again as his hips began to roll in time with the subtlest of motions. 

Keeping one hand on Jason’s cock, Salim encouraged his knees to fall to the sides, giving him better access to Jason’s hole. He ran his thumb lightly over the sweet, pink flesh and Jason’s breath stuttered. Salim abandoned his stroking to quickly apply more lube to his hands, and to smear it over Jason’s exposed ass. The younger man’s hips bucked once; twice, and then he settled, allowing Salim to slide one slick finger into him, while the other hand resumed its steady motion of massaging his cock. Salim could feel himself hardening, a desperate heat blossoming in his stomach, his own prick aching to be touched. He slipped another finger into Jason, scissoring and stretching his hole. Jason’s back arched, his heels digging into the mattress. “What do you want, my love?” Salim asked softly. “I want you,” Jason opened his eyes but they were unfocused, staring at the ceiling, “I want you to make love to me. And I want you to hold my hands.” “That I can do.”

Pulling back, Salim relieved himself of his pyjama pants and jocks, and Jason settled himself a little more comfortably on an extra pillow, to better see Salim. Salim took up the lube again, applying it to his cock, pumping himself a few times for Jason’s benefit. The younger man licked his lips.  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful babe. All of you. Every fuckin’ inch.” Salim shuffled forward again, taking Jason’s face in his hands and kissing him deeply. Then he settled once more between Jason’s pale thighs, and slowly, gently, fed Jason his cock. Jason’s fingers spasmed at the intrusion, a low thrumming noise escaping him as pleasure filled his body. Salim felt it too - from the tips of his ears to the heels of his feet a burning, buzzing wave washed through him. Once he was sure Jason had adjusted, he began to move, rocking back and forth, angled to hit Jason’s prostate with each steady thrust. They reached for each other at the same time, fingers interlocking as they rolled their hips together; Jason gasping and Salim breathing heavily. Salim watched, entranced, as precum leaked from the glistening pink head of Jason’s perfect cock, dripping down onto his stomach with each thrust. 

“I am going to cum inside you, my sweet,” Salim warned, earning a guttural groan from his lover, whose head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as he eagerly took Salim’s prick.  “I’m fuckin’ close… feel so fuckin’ good… oh fuck, Salim - oh fffff….” Jason’s words dissolved as he orgasmed, his ass clenching deliciously as his fingernails dug into Salim’s hands. Salim pumped himself through Jason’s pleasure, the explosive heat of his walls tightening around Salim’s length finally pulling a blessed release from the older man, who came on a forward thrust with his lovers name on his lips. 

"Awww look at your cute little ears and nose." Rachel cooed at her husband.

"I'm not cute!" He grumbled in protest.

"All due respect Eric you kinda are, just a smidge." Nick laughed as the tiny feline glared at him as his tail thumped angrily against the bed. You would think after living with a couple witches for over a year now Eric would know better than to drink random liquids lying around.

It was hard to take the Colonel seriously when he was currently inhabiting the body of a golden colored British Shorthair. Eric was doing his best to look mad at them with his ears laying flat against his head and his eyes narrowed but it just made his smooshed face look even cuter. The potion was meant for Rachel to use on herself, thinking it’d be fun to give herself cat ears and a tail as an anniversary surprise for the two men however she must’ve made it too strong.

Eric just wanted some morning coffee, not to get caught up in whatever scheme Rachel or Nick had planned. He thought his coffee tasted funny but shrugged it off as maybe the creamer going bad. Next thing he knew he was passing out on the bed and waking up with the world looking much larger than before and three paws instead of two hands and a foot.

"How did you manage to confuse a potion for a bottle of coffee creamer?" Rachel said while giggling.

"I was tired and they were right next to eacho-" Eric let out an indignant meow as he was suddenly lifted from the pillow he was laying on in their bed and plopped onto Rachels lap. She held him against her stomach while she scratched under his chin and rubbed his belly. He tried to wiggle free but it was hopeless,especially now that Nick was sitting across from him and playing with his paws. His eyes began instinctively sliding close from the gentle petting. Rachels nails felt so nice scratching under his chin.

Nick took the opportunity to start teasing him. "Awwww lookit your cute little beans, does the widdle colonel wike having his bewwy wubb-bitch!" Nick drew his hand back to escape the little razors Eric had for claws. A little blood flowed from the pin pricks but not too much. "Somebody's a grumpy kitty…" he muttered, shaking his hand out.

Rachel let out a mock outraged gasp and bopped him on the nose, "Bad kitty. No scratching" Eric let out a tiny growl in response before demanding they turn him back. Rachel laughed, "It's temporary, you should turn back within a few hours."

"Can't you fix him sooner than that Rach?" As much as Nick enjoyed this, he didn't want to be clawed again.

"He'll change back on his own within the amount of time it'll take to make a cure, besides don't you think he's cute like this? I wanna play with him a bit longer." She smirked. Eric twisted in her grasp attempting to free himself but was once again unsuccessful. His prosthetic was on the bed on top of the pile of his clothes. Trying to balance on 3 legs was tricky. Now he was stuck with his front paws squished between Rachels stomach and his body while his back was now exposed to Nick. She moved her hands up to squish his face and scratch behind his soft ears.

"What do you think Nick, should we do this to him more often?"

Nick chuckled as he started playing with Eric's tail. "It's a tempting idea, I'll give you that. Maybe we should get him a little collar with a bell too just in case? He's too cute for his own good, we don't want anyone getting any ideas now do we?"

Eric opened his mouth to protest but all that came out was a tiny mew as Rachel started scratching behind his ears because fuuuckkk thay felt really good. He found his eyes sliding shut as he pressed his body into their hands. It wasn't long before Eric began purring, his little tongue poking out of his mouth.

“And to think I used to call you ‘puppy dog’. Clearly ‘pretty kitty’ suits you a lot better.”

“He’s certainly always preening himself like one.” Nick agreed, scratching at Eric's lower back.

Eric couldn’t bring himself to bite back, too blissed out by his lover's hands gently petting and scratching him in all the right places. His body and brain were mush. Rachel scooted back up the bed to lie down with Eric sprawled out on top of her. Eric found himself unable to help but roll over, exposing his belly. Nick lay down next to Rachel and smiled as Eric couldn’t help but continue to purr like a motor as his belly was rubbed. Eric found himself drifting off to sleep as Rachel and Nick continued to pet him and press kisses into the top of his head and his paws.