The next few days were a dream, no, a fantasy come to life, Jason thought happily. They woke that first morning together still wrapped in each others arms while the sun light flooded in from it’s perch high in the sky. Jason’s first panicked thoughts were he was going to be late to work but a questing tongue laving his nipples quickly brought home the realization that he didn’t have to go to work today! He sighed in delight and held the blonde head closer to his chest.
"I could suckle at your nipples all day, baby." Bruce murmured into the smooth chest.

Jason gave a low laugh which reverberated to the lips at his nipples and Bruce gave a chuckle in return. Bruce gave up his treat with a sigh and rolled sideways off the bed. "C’mon, baby, let’s get showered and I’ll give you a tour of the house before breakfast, ok?"
Jason agreed and threw off the tangled blankets amidst the mess of the bed. He glanced guiltily at the spots and stains. "Ummmm, Bruce....," he began hesitantly holding the sheet between thumb and forefinger distastefully.

Bruce quickly turned and held Jason in his arms tightly grasping the firm buttocks before lifting the smaller man up to eye level. Their cocks ground pleasantly together a second before Bruce said, "Nope, babe. Don’t even think about it. I’ve got a very discreet staff who takes care of such things and you don’t ever have to worry about the day to day stuff." He hefted Jason farther up and kissed the bruised lips again, pulling the lower lip into his mouth to suck on. Jason sighed and wrapped his legs around the slender waist and his cock was squished nicely between the two bodies. But a full bladder finally protested and Jason pointed a finger toward the bathroom. Bruce chuckled and carried Jason easily into the other room. Necessities taken care of, Bruce turned on the taps to the shower and stood up just in time to see Jason bend over to pick up a fallen towel - his perfect ass too great a temptation. Bruce stroked himself a few times before putting a hand to the white mounds of flesh tantalizingly before him. He pulled Jason to his chest, nuzzling his neck and ground his awakening erection against the smooth back.

"Oh, baby, what you do to me."
"Fuck me, Bruce." Jason spoke quietly and leaned forward to give Bruce access to him. Bruce fumbled blindly in a nearby drawer for lube never releasing his other hand from stroking Jason’s nipples or stopping the maddening rubbing of his cock along his lover’s body. He quickly prepared his now erect rod and gave the pucker of flesh several circling massages before entering his lube-slickened fingers.

Jason moaned his delight and the fingers were quickly replaced. Bruce held Jason bent almost double at the waist, taking his entire weight on his arm as he began to pump into the delicious, tight warmth.
"You’re so tight, baby." Bruce murmured and Jason began to push back to meet the burning thrusts. The smaller man began to stroke his own cock and began to squeeze his ass muscles against the incredible fullness in his belly. Bruce was not small but after the initial burning pain there was a fantastic build toward pleasure.
"OhGodohGodohGod," Bruce spoke in time with his increasing tempo. "I’m gonna come, sweetheart!" Bruce groaned. With several more quick hard thrusts he pushed in one more time and froze as he came within his lover’s ass. He slumped over the sweating back and Jason’s legs gave at the unexpected weight. They both sank to their knees. Bruce pulled Jason back against him and reached for purple rod that spat it’s precum, almost in anger at it’s lack of completion. Bruce pulled his softening cock out but Jason’s dead weight was too much for his sensitive head so he turned Jason around. "Lay down, babe." He gently laid the smaller man on the thick, white rug and knelt between his legs. He stuck two fingers in the leaking rectum and grasped the steely flesh and began to pump it with his lubed fingers. Jason gasped at the sensations and grabbed Bruce’s arm as his lover began to finger fuck him and stroke his swollen cock.

"Come for me, baby. I want you to come for me, Jason." Bruce crooned softly. He bent over and took the fiery cock in his mouth and searched for the nub of flesh within the ass.
He didn’t think Jason would last long and just as he found it and gave a fierce suck and took the cock down his throat, Jason managed to gasp out, "I’m...I’m..gonna.." and he came with several hot spurts down Bruce’s throat. He swallowed it all and looking like the proverbial cat, licked his lips and laid next to the gasping man. He drew him into his arms and Jason placed his head on the hairy chest and sighed in absolute contentment.
"I love you, Jason."
"Don’t wake me up, Bruce." Jason whispered.
Whatever response Bruce expected, it wasn’t that. "What, baby?"
"This has got to be a dream and I don’t want to wake up."
"It’s no dream. You’re in my arms, and while we’re laying on the bathroom floor, I think this is a bit of heaven on earth as well." Bruce said with a smile on his face.
"I love you, too."

They must have lain like that for at least 15 more minutes before Bruce prodded Jason and turned off the now cold running shower. Neither was tempted to shower at the moment, so Bruce suggested they do a quick wash up with a washcloth and head for the tour of the house while they waited for some more hot water. He saw Jason hesitate, "What’s up, baby?"

Jason shrugged casually and tried to put Bruce off but the older man wouldn’t hear of it. "Well, it’s just been perfect and I don’t want to share you yet. " he began slowly as if searching for the right words to match his feelings. "I’m afraid once we step out that door and meet other people, this will all disappear." His voice trailed off as if worried Bruce would laugh at him.

"Look, baby, why don’t you get a robe on - there’s several in the closet and I’ll be right back, ok?" Bruce grabbed a robe hanging on a golden hook and quickly left. Jason looked relieved that Bruce didn’t seem amused at his revelation but a little puzzled at the lack of response. He nodded and turned toward the closet, albeit slowly. Two hot bouts of passionate sex in one day was more than he’d gotten in several months and he wasn’t used to it. He wiggled his ass and grinned, but he was sure he could get used to it.

He opened one of the cedar lined closet doors which revealed a revolving clothes rack and looked in amazement at the size of the wall length closet that held more dark suits and white shirts than he’d even seen at the local department store. He found a section that held casual clothes and found a cherry silk robe and was just belting it twice around his narrow waist when he was grabbed from behind and lifted up. He laughed helplessly as straying fingers found his ticklish spots.
Bruce couldn’t help but grin at the infectious laugh but then informed Jason of his decision. "Okay, babe, here’s the scoop. I just let the staff go for the day - let’s give them a few minutes to get out of here and the place is ours, all alone. How’d you like that?" Jason’s mouth fell open in astonishment but quickly hugged Bruce.
"It’s perfect." Jason said thankfully, moving into the waiting arms. "Just like you."

They both laughed and wondered how such words spoken by anyone else would have had them roll their eyes at such corny dialogue. But somehow right here, right at this moment, it fit. They hugged and cuddled for a few minutes, rocking gently in each other arms. Jason raised his head and was quickly given a lingering kiss.
"We better stop or I’m never going to get you out of this bedroom," Bruce laughed a little shakily. He wondered at his passion for Jason. It was as if his lack of involvement, his lack of feeling for his bed mates of the past, were set free all at once, to be deposited with a fiery, devouring hunger for the man in his arms.
He took the slender fingers in his own broad hand and led Jason toward the door. He had to tug a bit to get Jason to follow. Would opening the door cause the magic, the dream, to shatter? With a firm resolve, as well as a deep breath, he pulled Jason after him and opened the door.

Bruce had worked long hours for many years to afford the luxury he lived in now. And Jason’s mouth dropped in wonder as he was led from room to room of tasteful class and comfort; from sauna and indoor pool to the billiard room and library. They headed to the dining room where the cook had left a small buffet in the warming dishes for their breakfast. Bruce’s tastes for breakfast were usually simple - toast, yogurt and fruit and strong, black coffee. But at Peter’s description of the love of the master’s life; too skinny, too young and too beautiful, the older cook made it her purpose in life to fatten the young man up. Fluffy eggs, crisp bacon, round sausages, light pancakes and biscuits were waiting for them to feast on. Bruce’s eyebrows rose in astonishment. Jason had a made a conquest and he hadn’t even met most of the staff yet.

They sat down after Bruce heaped more food onto the plate Jason had hardly filled. "C’mon, sweetheart, chow down or Mrs. Halliard will be hurt." Bruce said in an effort to get the young man to eat. Jason did need to gain some weight. He needed sleep, food and time to let his young body recoup from the months of stress he’d been living under.
Jason nodded but felt the magic return as they sat close together, bare thighs touching and rubbing together as they fed bits of food into each other’s mouth. Jason caught one of Bruce’s fingers as they deposited a choice bit of bacon into his mouth. He sucked the finger and watched his lover’s eyes grow wide.
"Oh Jason," he whispered, "don’t get me going again."

Jason released the finger and laughed easily while patting his full belly. "I don’t think I could do much right now, myself, love."
They headed toward the living room but not before Jason tried to clean up the dishes. "Jason, leave them. You’re not a waiter anymore. In this home, you get waited on. Understand?"
Jason nodded and gave a shy grin and a short time later found himself laying on the soft leather couch with his head in Bruce’s lap, his hair being gently stroked and his eyes growing heavy.
"So beautiful..." Bruce murmured. "And not just the body." His fingers trailed down to the robe that had fallen open and gently stroked the hairless chest. Jason felt so warm, so protected and loved and he slipped into a peaceful sleep. When he woke sometime later, he saw Bruce reading The Wall Street Journal. He watched for several minutes before turning slightly to his side, feigning sleep. The hand which had been resting on his chest gently stroked his arm as if soothing him. Jason moved his head a bit so he could feel the lax genitals with his chin. He felt the hand hesitate and had to hold back a grin. He waited a minute before the hand resumed its stroking of his arm and once more nudged the cock. This time he got a flicker of response from the stirring cock and the hand stopped again. Giving up all pretense of sleep, he reached over and parted the folds of the robe to reveal Bruce’s generous endowments.

"Why, you little..." the words broke off in a gasping shout as Jason swallowed him in one swift motion. Bruce was brought to a satisfying completion and lay back breathing heavily, half naked and looking utterly desirable.
"What did you expect having that gorgeous piece of flesh just inches from me?" Jason asked innocently. He reached over and finished licking his lover clean. The only response was a low moan from the still incoherent man as the tongue flicked lightly over his sensitive cockhead.

They lay quietly for several more minutes before Jason sat up only to be pulled into Bruce’s lap. Jason wrapped his arms around the strong neck and lay his head on the broad shoulder. This time it was Bruce who edged his palm into the opening of the robe and parted the silken folds. He bent forward and began to suck on the tantalizing tit. For several minutes the only sounds heard was the peaceful ticking of the antique grandfather clock, the wet sounds of Bruce’s mouth on Jason’s chest and the quickening breaths of the smaller man. Jason grabbed the head in front of him and breathed in the clean smell of freshly washed hair and pulled it up to kiss his lover. The cavorting tongues fought for dominance before they both had to come up for air.

They peered for what seemed like forever into each other’s eyes and both began to speak at the same time. "I love you." They laughed together and knew this was only the beginning.