Scars Are Nothing To Be Ashamed Off...Unless They Make You Ugly

Jake didn't mind the scars much; the texture was strange, but kisses were always something he enjoyed immensely. He flicked his tongue across Jess's lips and squeezed his behind playfully.

He squirmed, pulling away slightly.

"Jake....uh, I...uhm. Have, you know..." he tried to smile, but he was blushing too hard.

"...What," he asked flatly, completely confused.

He leaned over Jake, whispering, "I have a boner."

His face reddened.

"...S-so? What the hell do you want me to do about it?" he asked, coming off as much more gruff than coy.

Jess smiled that stupid smile of his.

"Well, uh..." he felt himself blush, and he looked away. "I, uhh, just...thought..."

Jake glared at him, unimpressed.

"Boy, you talk a whole hell of a lot about shit that don't need talking about. Just be quiet for two goddamn seconds..."

He very awkwardly ran his hand over Jess's crotch. Touching another man's penis was something he had only done by accident on the job--this was just plain awkward, because he wasn't about to arrest anyone for it. He didn't look at what his hands were doing, trying to pretend he was just jerking off or Jess was a lady or something.

Jess flinched. It had been a really long time since he had so much as thought about sex. He smiled, though, because he knew it was Jake touching him and it made him incredibly happy.

He made a small noise, and he bit down on his own fingers, to keep himself quiet. There were indents on his fingers, amidst the scars, where he had done this many times.

Jake pulled Jess's hand away from his mouth; nail biting had always been a pet peeve of his.

"Just make noise if you have to," he mumbled quickly, still clumsily moving his fingers. This was more difficult than he had anticipated--sex was so much more straightforward with a woman. How long would he have to do this for, anyway?

Jess frowned, suddenly apprehensive. He bit his lip instead, shuddering to himself. If he couldn't stop himself from making noise, it made things so much more awkward. Jess had always been told he was far too loud during sex.

"B...but, Jake..." he tried to say, in between his breaths.

"Yeah?" he asked, almost glad for the distraction. "What is it?"

Though they were half-submerged in the bathwater, his fingers moved slowly--he didn't want to hurt Jess. It wasn't as slippery as he had been expecting and that made things harder. At least Jess's thighs were warm against him--it was a really homosexual thing to admit, but he enjoyed the sensation. It was like cuddling Maggie all over again, but pleasantly different.

"I..." he looked away suddenly, using his fingers to keep himself quiet. He pushed Jake away, panting loudly. "...
m sorry, I uh, just...I'm...loud, o-otherwise..."

He tried to smile, but he was still out of breath.

"And?" he asked, unamused; he thought he had been doing a good job. "I don't care--come on now, do you want this or are you just fixin' to get beat up or something?"

He frowned deeply, looking sheepish.

"...I, uh...I really do, but..."

"The let me do it, for Christ's sake," he said, resuming his motions.

"Jesus kid, don't be so weird all the time."

He flinched, shuddering again.

"B-but...!" he tried to insist, but he realized immediately he was going to end up being loud. He bit his lip, trying to silene his moans.