Date: Thu, 05 Jan 2023 11:56:07 +0000
From: awb_1971 <awb_1971@protonmail.com>
Subject: Joshua and Jason, Chapter Three

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Joshua and Jason

Chapter Three

Joshua reached his front door, fumbling for his key to let himself in,
Jason leaning against him. As he got the door opened, Joshua's mum called
from the kitchen `That you dear? You're back sooner than I.....' She
stopped dead as she came out of the kitchen and saw Jason, his clothes
covered in mud, dried blood matting under his nose, held up by her son.

`What happened?' she asked.

`Hit by a football' replied Joshua. She glanced at Jason, who nodded
weakly.

`Well get in and let's take a look at you.' She set off towards the
kitchen.

`Mum, it's okay,' protested Joshua, `I can sort him out.'

`Yes of course you can dear, but please don't forget I'm a trained
pharmacist.' She beckoned the boys to follow. On entering the kitchen
Joshua slowly lowered Jason onto a chair. Mrs Coulter watched him wince as
he sat slowly down. `Did you fall?' she enquired. Jason nodded.

`Right, let's take a look at you.' Mrs Coulter leaned in and stared at
Jason's face. She reached out and gently prodded at his nose. Jason winced
a little. `Did that hurt?' she asked. `No.' She narrowed her eyes. She
lifted her hand and moved to touch his nose again. Jason flinched back
involuntarily. Mrs Coulter sighed. `This is not the time to get all brave
dear. I need to know if it is bruised or broken. Does your nose hurt now,
without me touching it?' Jason nodded, `A bit' he admitted.

`And when I touched it?'

Jason nodded, `A bit' he said again. Mrs Coulter leaned in again.

`Mum!' protested Joshua, `don't hurt him!'

`I think we are beyond that dear. Go and get the medical box from the
bathroom.' Joshua hovered, looking to see if he needed to stop his mum
hurting Jason again or not. `Now.' She said, glaring at Joshua.

`Okay, okay, going' he replied. Once he was out of earshot Mrs Coulter
leaned in again.

`Jason, what happened? Be honest.' Jason looked puzzled. `It's important
you tell me.' She continued.

`I was playing footie, got distracted, looked round and got hit in the face
by the ball. It knocked me back and I fell on the grass.' He winced
slightly at the effort of breathing deeper to speak. Mrs Coulter stared at
him.

`Are you sure that's what happened?'

Jason nodded. `Yes.' Mrs Coulter looked relieved, Jason wasn't sure quite
why. Hearing her son head back downstairs from the bathroom she leaned in
again.

`Was Joshua with you when this happened?' Jason started to shake his head
slowly, then stopped.

`No. Well, sort of. He was walking past when it happened. He came to help.'
He tried to smile, but the split lip made it difficult. `No-one else tried
to help. They just laughed. But Joshua picked me up and brought me here.'

Mrs Coulter smiled slightly, nodding a little. `I'm glad,' she said.

Joshua re-entered the room and Mrs Coulter got busy with the medical box,
getting sterile wipes and iodine out. She gently cleaned away the grime and
caked blood from Jason's face and was relived to find no fresh
blood. Jason's nose was a little swollen but appeared straight. `Nothing
broken I think.' She dabbed at the split lip and cleaned that up. Jason
winced as she applied iodine to the cut.

`Sorry dear, but it will stop it getting infected.' She sat back. Seeing
Jason wince slightly as he shifted on his chair she ordered `Top off young
man, let's check for bruises.' Jason hesitated for a moment. `Joshua dear,
help him with it will you.' Joshua very gingerly helped Jason lift his top,
peeling it off his torso and outstretched arms. Joshua stared at Jason's
bare chest. He stopped staring and clutched the mud-spattered top, unsure
what to do with it.

`Pop it in the machine, we'll deal with it in a moment' said Mrs Coulter,
watching her son out of the corner of her eye. She gently rubbed her hands
along Jason's rib cage, causing him to wince again. Mrs Coulter could see a
red patch blooming on his white skin. `You'll have a big bruise there I
think, but no more. Nothing broken.' She smiled. `You'll live I think.'
Jason smiled lopsidedly at Mrs Coulter, shivering slightly at the cold air
of the kitchen on his naked torso.

Mrs Coulter stood up. `As a medical person, I prescribe a warm, not hot,
shower and rest. Joshua dear, can you get a spare towel from the cupboard
for Jason.' She turned to Jason as Joshua headed off, his head swimming
with the sight of Jason's body exposed in his kitchen.

`Your clothes are covered in mud' observed Mrs Coulter. Jason shrugged.

`It's normal for footie' he replied. Mrs Coulter nodded.

`Yes, I suppose it probably is.' After a short pause she added. `I want
someone to keep an eye on you. I think you should stay here with Joshua for
the rest of the afternoon.' She looked at the clock. `It's just coming up
to two-thirty now. I'm needed at pharmacy for a couple of hours until
five. Stay here with Joshua, he can watch you, and I'll check you again
when I get back, then we can get you back home in one piece.' Jason
nodded. He did not want to go home. He was not sure why, but he felt he
wanted to stay with Joshua; he knew he wanted Joshua to look after him. He
shivered, the movement causing him to wince again.

`Shower, young man,' ordered Mrs Coulter as her son came in with a towel,
`and leave your jeans on the bathroom floor. We'll put them in with your
muddy top, get them washed and dried before you go.' Jason's eyes widened
in alarm. He did not want to be only in his pants and socks all
afternoon. Too cold. As if reading his mind Mrs Coulter added `Joshua can
lend you something for the afternoon.'

Joshua looked doubtful. `Mum, Jason's two inches taller than me! None of my
stuff'll fit him!'

Mrs Coulter paused. `Yes, that's true.' After a moment she turned to her
son, `What about your spare pyjamas? The ones granny bought you? They're
swimming on you, so they'll probably fit Jason here.' The two boys stared
at each other. Jason shrugged.

`Yeah, thanks Mrs Coulter.' He stopped again: `If that's okay with you
Joshua?' Joshua stared back and nodded slowly. `Yes. Yes of course. I'll go
and get them for you.' He scampered upstairs quickly.

`Joshua dear, aren't you forgetting something?'

Feet thudded back down the staircase, and Joshua's puzzled face peered
round the kitchen door. Jason could not help thinking that Joshua looked
incredibly cute when he was unsure of something, his brow furrowed, his
eyebrows shading his eyes. He jerked slightly at the thought. Wincing
again, he wondered about that thought. Cute. Boys weren't supposed to think
other boys were cute. Nevertheless, Joshua was cute.

Mrs Coulter stared at her son's uncomprehending face. She gestured towards
Jason. `Do you think your friend might need a hand getting upstairs to the
bathroom?' she enquired. Joshua's confusion melted into an embarrassed
smile. Even more cute, thought Jason as his heart rate increased slightly.

Joshua came over and a little hesitantly stood next to Jason, unsure what
to do, trying not to stare fixedly at his white skin, his wide pale
nipples, larger than his own small dark nipples. Pushing the thought away,
he leaned in and offered his arm to Jason who gripped it, Joshua lifting
his arm as Jason rose from the chair. `Ow' muttered Jason, his bruised side
stretching as he straightened up. Joshua slipped an arm around him, careful
to avoid the bruise, and steered Jason out of the kitchen, slowly up the
stairs and into the bathroom.

They stood in the bathroom, staring at each other, unsure of what to
say. After an eternity Joshua reached out and ran the very tips of his
fingers over Jason's face, barely touching him. Joshua stepped a little
closer and very gently kissed him on the side of the mouth away from the
split lip. He stood back and grinned at him foolishly as Jason smiled
lopsidedly.

`Pyjamas!' exclaimed Joshua, who dashed off to his bedroom to locate
them. He came back in a few seconds later holding a folded pair of grey and
blue pyjamas. He held them out to Jason who took them slowly.

Jason closed the door as Joshua left and stood, unsure of himself. He laid
the pyjamas gently down on the floor and leant down to take off his
trainers. He looked down at the mud encasing them and realised he must have
trodden it all through the house. He wanted to apologise but wasn't sure
whether to open the door and shout an apology, to go downstairs clutching
his trainers but still in muddy jeans, or to wait until after he had
showered. After a few moments thought, he opted for a shower first. He
carried on unlacing his trainers, sliding his socked feet out. He then
unzipped and pulled off his muddy jeans, which he tried to fold with the
mud innermost, but saw bits flake off as he folded them. He leaned in to
press the switch for the shower, and as the water gushed forth and warmed
up, he slid out of his socks and pants, and stood for a second staring at
his naked body in the mirror as it slowly steamed up. How could anyone find
him attractive? he wondered. Joshua did. That made him feel better, and he
climbed into the shower, feeling the warm water enrobe his nakedness,
running down his face, his chest, into his pubes and down his dick, or down
his back and running over his buttocks before going down his legs to his
feet. He reached for a shower gel and started to carefully soap himself up.

Joshua meanwhile was hanging around outside the bathroom door. Should he be
going in to keep an eye on Jason? He didn't know. His mum came up the
stairs.

`Joshua dear, I am off to the pharmacy now. They need to me to cover a
couple of hours. Please watch Jason when he comes back out of the
bathroom,' ah, thought Joshua, I am supposed to be outside, `and keep an
eye out for any signs of dizziness or nausea.'

`Nausea?' Mrs Coulter sighed.

`Yes dear, nausea. You know, vomiting. Throwing up.' Joshua nodded. `I
thought you were supposed to be a first aider?' she shook her head at her
son. `Never mind. Oh, and keep him awake. If he can't stay awake, or has
dizziness or nausea, call me at the pharmacy straight away. The number's
next to the phone. I'll check him again when I get back.' Joshua looked
worriedly at his mum.

`He'll be alright, won't he?'

`I expect so. I just want to rule out any concussion.'

`Oh.' Mrs Coulter smiled again and reached to her son, stroking his worried
face gently on the cheek. `With you to look after him, I'm sure he'll be
fine.' Joshua smiled back goofily.

`Thanks mum' he muttered. Mrs Coulter looked at the carpet.

`You could hoover all this mud up if you like.' Joshua looked around in
horror. `Wait a bit until its dried, it'll come off easier then. And brush
it up off the kitchen floor.' She set off downstairs. `And put Jason's
clothes in the wash. And don't forget to tumble dry them,' she called as
she headed away. `Remember, phone me straight away if there are any
problems.' Joshua heard her put her coat on, the front door open and close
behind her.

He stood on the landing outside the bathroom door. He could hear the water
still running. What if Jason had fallen asleep in the shower? He should be
checking. Joshua tapped at the door. `You alright?' he asked.

`Yeah,' came the muffled reply, `just finishing off.'

`Okay.' Joshua considered a moment. `I'll wait here for you then.'

`Okay' came the reply.

Jason had pretty much finished and was feeling nicely tingly all over. He
stopped the shower and stepped out to towel himself dry, luxuriating in the
feel of the fluffy towel, much nicer than the thin stuff at his house.

He dried himself carefully, dabbing carefully at his face, not wanting to
press too hard. He worked down carefully, towelling his sides
cautiously. The bruise was a little redder, probably the warm shower, he
thought. He continued down, rubbing his dick and balls dry, chubbing
slightly as he did so, before towelling his tight buttocks and down his
legs to his feet and toes.

As he dried himself to a satisfactory level he glanced at his clothes. How
to do this? Should he put his pants and socks back on and the pyjamas on
over them? He was not sure. It did not feel right to put on someone else's
pyjamas straight onto his skin without underwear. But putting them on over
pants just seemed weird. He hesitated.

Joshua, listened to the towelling, trying to picture, and yet not picture,
Jason's wet nakedness, his cock and balls hanging loosely, his chest, his
pale nipples, his lovely, rounded bum, and his lightly downed legs all
exposed, just a thickness of wood away. He felt his dick swell at the
thought. A silence from the bathroom worried him. The towelling had
stopped, but there were no other noises.

`You alright?'

`Yeah fine,' was the reply. Jason decided that pyjamas were supposed to be
worn on their own, so that is what he would do. As he drew them on, he felt
strange, both eroticised and comforted at the same time. He was wearing
Joshua's PJs. Joshua's nakedness had been in these trousers. Joshua's
prick, his scrotum, his bum cheeks had rested against this fabric, the same
fabric as his prick, his scrotum, and his bum cheeks that encased him
now. His cock stiffened at the thought. It was like wearing Joshua wrapped
around him, a kind of skin wrapped around him, caressing him, warming him,
looking after him. He looked down to see the fabric of the trousers tented
at the groin, his dick now at full splendour at the thought of occupying
the same space has Joshua's dick had occupied.

Jason grabbed his pants and socks and held the in front of himself to cover
up his erection as he exited the bathroom. He found Joshua standing outside
looking worriedly at him.

`I'm okay,' said Jason. Joshua looked past him to the discarded jeans and
trainers on the floor. `Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I would have picked them up
but...' he trailed off. I've got a raging stiffy seemed like an inadequate
reason for his slovenliness.

`No problem' said Joshua as he pushed past him, scooping up the offending
items and heading back out. Jason hovered uncertainly. Joshua gestured
towards the bedroom with his head. `Go in my room and lie down on the bed
for bit. I'll put these jeans in the machine and the trainers in the hall.'

Jason walked slowly, a little stiffly, towards Joshua's bedroom. He entered
and headed for the bed, sitting down slowly before lifting his legs and
swinging them onto the duvet. He sank back slowly, his head settling on
Joshua's pillow. His prick was still yelling for attention, obvious in its
excited tumescence as Jason remembered again whose PJs these were, and what
they had contained, and where he was. He cast his pants and socks aside and
placed his hands over his groin and what he hoped was a casual manner.

Joshua thudded back up the stairs and was in the bedroom almost before the
washing machine began its filling up cycle. He looked across at Jason lying
on his bed, wearing his pyjamas, and, judging by the crumpled pants on the
floor and bare feet emerging from the trousers, nothing else. Jason was
clearly trying to hide a stiffy. Joshua plonked himself down on the bed
next to Jason, staring down at the face he had come to love. The nose was a
bit swollen, the lip a bit split, but the inherent beauty of Jason shone
through, taking his breath away. Jason stared back up at Joshua, looking
into his dark eyes, willing that smile to come back, that smile that made
his heart jump, his world fill up, his life complete. Jason reached up,
almost without realising he was doing it, his hard dick free now to tent
the pyjama bottoms, and ran his fingers across the face like no other. He
was rewarded with that smile, a flash of those small, white, perfect teeth
emerging from soft kissable lips.

`Kiss me,' whispered Jason, pulling Joshua's shining smile towards
him. Their lips met carefully, tenderly, softly. Jason widened his mouth,
wincing a little as it pulled at the split lip, but he wanted Joshua's
tongue to explore his mouth, and he wanted to explore Joshua's mouth at the
same time. He heard his dad's comment `nah, `es not a queer' in his
head. But I am dad, I am. A queer. I love someone. A boy. The most
beautiful boy you'll ever see. You'll like him dad. You do like him. You
know him. It's Joshua, dad, I love Joshua. It's not dirty. It's love. How
can that be dirty?

The kissing broke, Joshua lifting up slightly, smiling, his eyes alive and
shining. He started to unbutton Jason's (or his own, it was all one now)
pyjama top. The soft cotton fell to the sides of Jason's chest. Joshua
leaned in and kissed him between the nipples, savouring the just-washed
scent, the familiar shower gel made new and exciting, erotic, rising as it
did from this boy, his boy, his friend. His boyfriend. His Jason.

Joshua's mouth glided across to first one nipple, nibbling gently just with
his lips, dabbing the peak with his tongue, moistening it slightly. Jason
took a sharp breath as the sensual excitement hit him, a wave of pleasure,
a sensation fed directly to his dick and his brain. He glanced down at the
head of dark hair, running his fingers through its slightly untidy mess as
Joshua moved slowly down his body, exploring with his tongue, kissing his
adored flesh so gently, so tenderly as he headed to Jason's navel, swirling
his tongue around it, Jason's belly rising and falling as the erotic thrill
swept over him. The bruise at the side stretched and complained, but Jason
ignored it, focussing on the warm pleasure now enveloping him.

Joshua got to the pyjama bottoms. He lifted the elastic waist and pulled
the front down, exposing the top part of Jason's swollen prick. Joshua
leant in and kissed the head ever so softly. The head was already wet from
precum, sweet and sticky, a nectar which Joshua savoured.

Joshua pulled at the pyjama bottoms until they slid down past Jason's bare
bottom, now resting naked on his duvet. Jason's cock and balls were now
fully exposed. Joshua's eyes ran from Jason's tight scrotum, past the stiff
dick and thatch of pubic hair, then up across the white flesh all the way
to Jason's chest and neck and face. Joshua allowed his eyes to move slowly
from Jason's face back down his body to his cock. He opened his mouth and
leaned in.

Jason could not believe what he was feeling. A boy's lips had just caressed
his dick head, sending a thrill through him like he had never felt
before. Now his cock had been engulfed in a warm wet mouth, massaged by the
same tongue that was exploring his mouth only a few moments
before. Glancing down he could scarcely believe what he was seeing; a boy,
yes, his boyfriend, was sucking on his cock and loving it. They were
queers. And there was nothing he could, or wanted, to do about it.

Joshua's mouth rose up and down Jason's cock, massaging the shaft, his
tongue swirling around it and licking the end as it poured out its sweet
precum.

It was never going to last long. Jason felt his climax building inside
him. It drew strength from all over his body, tensing and draining all his
energy, from his toes curling and stretching, to his mouth panting for
breath, his vision blurring as all his being focused on his cock. He heard
a moaning, the ecstatic sound of a body lost in pleasure, and realised to
his shock it was him. He surrendered to the sensations coursing through
him. He allowed his climax to build, his bollocks to boil, his cock to
swell as it spewed his cum into Joshua's mouth, filling it.

Joshua heard Jason's breathing increase, his moaning growing ever louder,
his body spasming, his prick twitching, willing Jason to cum as he sucked
him, wanting to drain his sperm, swallow it, carry it within him. He felt
the cock swell as it started to shoot its load, and Joshua swallowed it
all, sucking all he could out his boyfriend's dick.

Jason felt the waves of orgasm rush through him and subside, ebbing to a
warm glow. Joshua's mouth was still wrapped around his dick as it began to
soften. Jason's breathing started to return to normal, his pulse rate
subsided, his body relaxed. Joshua lifted away from Jason's prick, the head
sliding wetly across the boy's chin as it sagged towards his ball-sack.

Joshua felt as he had never felt before; he felt complete, a whole person,
at one with the boy he loved, the boy he had brought to a shuddering
climax. Joshua's own dick now claimed attention. He stood up and unbuttoned
his jeans, pushing them and his pants hastily down his thighs, freeing his
own swollen cock. He looked down at Jason, taking in his face, his chin,
his neck, his chest, nipples, navel, dick, and balls as he gripped his dick
and pumped it. He savoured the taste of Jason's cum, the memory of the
swelling cock in his mouth making him explode all too soon, his cum arcing
away from him, splattering Jason's tummy and chest.

Jason felt Joshua's boycum land on him saw it glistening on his smooth
skin, felt it warm where it landed. He raised a finger and swirled it in
one of the many splashes, lifted the cummy finger to his lips and sucked
the cum off, savouring the taste of his boyfriend, staring up at him.
Joshua's face came in towards his, and they joined lips, their tongues
mingling again. And both boys sang in their hearts, `I love you, I love
you, I love you.'