NSFW - The Breeze's of Seaway - 5 (Gay)

 "About us," Jason  continued voice pitching slightly higher in anticipation or nerves Dawson  couldn't quite discern yet sensed it nonetheless somehow resonating deep within own core where new roots took hold every second he spent enveloped so completely by this man. "And... and what we want."

Derick cracked open one eye warily to gauge the expression above him but found only sincerity gazing back from earnest hazel eyes now clear of shadows and self-doubt that had haunted their earliest days here together.

"Mmm?" He encouraged after a long pause, pulse quickening slightly as he wondered at the implications. They'd talked about desire, dreams even - but not specifics regarding the future beyond this idyllic interlude stolen out of time's relentless march forward.

Jason  took a breath, audibly through his nose before exhaling slowly like steeling himself for some monumental undertaking, though nothing between them need ever feel quite that daunting again now... 

"I want us to stay together," he said plainly, fingers beginning a slow sensual path up an arm raising goosebumps in their wake. "Not just here but back home too after summer's over."

The words hung heavy with unspoken implications yet still Dawson  felt his heart swell at the raw vulnerability beneath them - the admission of needing someone so openly without guarantee it wouldn't be met by rejection scrawled all over his handsome features now bared completely.

"Because... because I don't think my life would feel right anymore if you weren't in it," Jason  finished quietly, gaze searching intently for any hint of reaction he couldn't possibly misinterpret as anything less than overwhelmingly positive based on everything that had transpired between them so far...

Dawson  rolled over to face him fully then after a beat of weighted silence, stretched up to press foreheads together nose-to-nose until their breath mingled once more in shallow puffs stoking embers banked low since last they'd kissed.

"Then that's exactly what we'll do," he whispered back fiercely, meaning it with every fiber of his being, now irrevocably intertwined as inextricable from this man. "I'm yours Jason  - completely and utterly."

And sealing the pact just like before only more profoundly imbued by a promise they'd made to each other mere hours prior, Dawson  closed the remaining distance until their mouths met again hungrily in a kiss redolent of new beginnings, old ends... Of two souls entwining into one entity that would weather any storm as long as it remained together. United now not just physically but spiritually too by bonds transcending simple flesh and blood.

When they finally broke apart minutes later for air - faces flushed cheeks dampened with tears shed unabashedly in joy and relief - Jason  grinned broadly at his lover like a man reborn into light after years lost wandering darkened woods alone. 

"Guess we'd better make the most of this place while it lasts then," he teased lightly, rolling onto back and pulling Dawson  along on top of him playfully so they bounced slightly before settling together as two interlocking puzzle pieces carved from same mold.

And that's exactly what they did - spending every last remaining second in each other over the next few glorious days until tanned skin took on permanent rosy hue and muscles ached deliciously everywhere their bodies had met most frequently during long passionate nights spent exploring uncharted territories now forever mapped out for future adventures ahead...

Theirs was the stuff of fairytales - an epic love story unfolding against a picturesque backdrop of postcard-perfect coastal hamlet where everything seemed to glow brighter burn hotter simply by proximity of such intense emotion transpiring between them. 

Even casual passersby on quaint cobblestone streets would pause sometimes just watching Jason  and Dawson  interact openly, easily now without a trace of the former wariness guarding once secret passions... To witness two souls so utterly lost in each other's orbit was to bear witness to a miracle itself.

But it wasn't all sunshine, roses and perfect bliss of course. There were moments too - fleeting as they may have been amidst a sea of pure euphoria enveloping their every waking moment together now inseparable...

Like the one late afternoon while collecting driftwood for the fire pit back at cottage Dawson  paused mid-reach suddenly stiffening beside him, face draining abruptly of all color and animation. When Jason  questioned, eyes wide with concern, he merely shook his head muttering something about needing to check his phone before stalking off towards the house leaving his lover staring after his retreating form in confusion.

Or the time they'd been making love - slow tender almost worshipful as usual, now grown accustomed to each other's rhythms, tastes and textures until it felt more natural breathing than actual air itself sometimes... when Dawson  abruptly stiffened beneath him, eyes flying open wide in shock betrayal. 

"Stop," he gasped out hoarsely, hands coming up to press firmly against Jason  chest pushing away even though he trembled slightly from effort not just exertion but some deep seated emotion threatening to crack through the carefully constructed veneer of serenity they'd cultivated so diligently here.

And then there was the incident with a photograph - a candid snap captured by an unsuspecting tourist camera as Dawson  and himself walked hand-in-hand down the pier one evening, heads inclined together laughing at something only the other knew... 

Which ended up posted online mere hours later along with caption speculating openly about 'celebrity couple's new romance' despite neither being remotely famous for anything beyond maybe local surfing circuit Jason  occasionally competed in when feeling nostalgic for old adrenaline rushes before discovering far headier highs possible between the sheets now instead.

But even these minor hiccups couldn't dampen the overall bliss suffusing every fiber of their beings. For each stumble brought with it renewed appreciation and preciousness of the hard-won connection they shared - a bond unbreakably forged through fire, trials and adversity itself only seemed to strengthen rather than fray.

Take that time Dawson  had gotten spooked while gathering kindling for instance... He'd returned some twenty minutes later, face pale but determined. Sitting down beside Jason  on a weather-beaten bench overlooking crashing waves he took a deep shuddering breath before speaking.

"My ex-girlfriend from college - she's been blowing up my phone," Dawson  began hesitantly. "Apparently that photo of us online has everyone back home talking... wondering if I've 'gone gay' or something." A bitter little laugh escaped him as he shook his head ruefully.

Jason  reached over to squeeze his thigh comfortingly, giving the other man space but letting physical presence alone convey unwavering support. "I'm sorry babe," was all he said softly - a simple acknowledgment of Dawson 's turmoil without any empty platitudes or promises everything would magically be okay.

Because it wouldn't necessarily be easy sailing from here on out, they both knew that full well now. Coming out to the world at large? Facing potential backlash and judgement... It was daunting as hell even for someone like Jason  who'd long suspected his own leanings but never acted upon them until stumbling headfirst into this whirlwind affair with Dawson .

But then again, none of it really mattered compared to the sheer fact they had each other now - two hearts beating in sync, unshakable resolve to weather whatever storms lay ahead together hand-in-hand. 

So when derrick glanced over at him sideways after a long moment, bottom lip caught anxiously between teeth worrying... Jason  just smiled warmly back unfazed by the weight of implication of the underlying question hanging heavy in the air.

"Hey," he murmured reaching up to gently brush a damp strand hair away from the other's forehead like it was the most natural thing. "We're gonna be alright though yeah? You and me - teamwork makes dream work, remember?" 

Witnessing a slow smile spread across his beloved face at the cheesy phrase never failed to fill him with purest joy even amidst dark clouds looming ominously on the horizon of their shared future... Dawson  leaned into the tender touch instinctively now, so used to being able to open up fully without fear of rejection or recrimination.

"You're right," he agreed quietly, eyes shining brighter than any stars ever could. "Guess that means I need to man up and have an honest conversation with my parents too huh? Lay it all out there..." 

"Mmmm yeah... And your siblings, friends and anyone else you feel needs hearing truth straight from the horse's mouth," Jason  added practically, knowing full well the importance of laying groundwork now so they could build a proper foundation together later.

Because that was ultimately what this whole grand adventure amounted to at its core: Two flawed yet fiercely loving individuals choosing consciously again and again to stand side-by-side against all odds... United by the force of their feelings for each other stronger than anything else on earth. 

And god help anyone who dared try standing in the way now! Jason  thought with sudden fierce possessiveness, pulling his lover flush to his chest so they could feel the steady drumming heartbeat beneath their sternum - a silent promise unspoken but deeply felt.

No matter what challenges lay ahead... He would be right there fighting tooth and nail to protect this beautiful blossoming love between them, come hell or high water. 

Because after all? They'd already weathered worst storms separately only to emerge stronger together now forged into a single unstoppable force of nature itself! So whatever came their way - they could handle it.

Together, always... Just like the universe had surely intended from the very beginning when first pushing them clumsily towards each other in dim light of that fateful seaside tavern all those weeks ago. 

Fate works in mysterious ways indeed; and sometimes? Most magical journeys begin with single simple dance between two souls destined for so much more than mere fleeting pas de deux... But rather, chance to tango through eternity itself hand-in-hand heart-to-heart as one beautifully broken creature whole again at last.

And that was precisely what Jason  knew beyond a shadow of doubt now: Him and Dawson ? They were forever. Come hell or high water - no force on god's green earth could ever tear them apart once they'd finally found their way back to each other after lifetimes wandering lost...

So bring it on world! This crazy beautiful love story was only just beginning... 

And he for one couldn't wait see what glorious next chapter awaited now that his own brave hero had ridden triumphantly off into sunset of dusk's gentle blush painting sky in breathtaking hues outside their cozy little cottage by the sea. Where they would spend the rest of their nights tangled up together exploring every last inch of the newly discovered country...

Until kingdom come and beyond! 

And so began a sensual journey for both men as they mapped each other's bodies with eager hands and curious mouths, learning the secrets that lay beneath tan lines and toned muscles. Each touch ignited sparks of pleasure unlike anything Dawson  had experienced before - softer caresses from his lover trailing feather-light goosebumps across sensitive skin; firm grips possessively kneading flesh as if claiming every inch.

Jason  guided them slowly, patiently coaxing responses with whispered encouragement and gentle pressure. He marveled at the sight of derrick lost in bliss beneath him on their first night together - chest heaving rhythmically against his own, slick from exertion; head thrown back baring a strong column of throat to reverent kisses lavished upon it like finest ambrosia.

"Look at you," Jason  breathed, voice gravel-rough with emotion and barely restrained lust. "So beautiful... I've never seen anything so breathtaking." His large hands cupped the other man's face tenderly before drifting downwards over broad shoulders to rest on a heaving pectoral - feeling his heartbeat pounding wildly beneath his palm.

Dawson  shuddered at the touch, eyes fluttering open lazily from the haze of arousal clouding mind. In their depths Jason  saw wonder and trepidation warring for dominance... A silent plea not knowing how to voice it aloud yet still somehow audible in the charged air between them.

"I've never..." he started gruffly before swallowing hard around sudden the dryness of his throat, shaking his head slightly as if trying to dislodge unwanted thoughts. "No one's ever touched me like this."

"Shhhh... It's okay baby," Jason  soothed instinctively - old habits of comforting the vulnerable and inexperienced dying hard even in heat of passion consuming him now too. "We'll take it slow, alright? Just feel..."

He sealed the promise with a kiss achingly soft yet still somehow searing intensity behind tender pressure. Dawson  whimpered against his lips before opening up fully to let Jason  plunder the sweet cavern of his mouth greedily.

Their tongues twined and danced as they lost themselves in the taste of each other - salty sweat mingling deliciously on their breaths, panting harshly into shared air between kisses growing sloppier, more desperate with every passing second...

Jason  could feel himself hardening fully against the muscular thigh pressed intimately close through the thin barrier fabric. He rolled his hips instinctively seeking delicious friction even as he tore his mouth away reluctantly to blaze a trail lower over stubbled jawline...down the slender column of his throat, gulping audibly from exertion and anticipation.

Dawson  gasped sharply when Jason 's teeth grazed his collarbone before sucking the tender flesh between his lips - surely leaving a vivid mark of possession behind. Hands fisted in sweat-dampened sheets on either side as he arched up helplessly into the touch, craving more...

"Please," Dawson  choked out finally after long moments writhing under relentless stimulation driving him to new heights. "I need... I don't know what but please..." 

Jason  smiled against his skin before soothing the reddened patch with a kitten lick of his tongue. "Shhh, let me take care you baby," he crooned almost hypnotically as his fingertips skimmed down toned torso over ridges of abs until reaching the waistband of straining erection tenting the fabric obscenely.

He looked up at derrick from beneath sooty lashes darkened by arousal and something deeper - a profound affection blossoming between them even now amidst lust's flames licking hungrily higher. "Can I?" he asked softly, seeking permission before breaching the final boundary separating the innocent man from his own desires lying dormant within.

Dawson  nodded jerkily once, twice, thrice...then again more deliberately as if steeling himself for the unknown, lurking just beyond the threshold of their new reality together. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely back down at Jason  cradling his face gently in his callused palm - thumb brushing reverently across the kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Please..." 

That single word uttered like a prayer hung heavy between them as Jason  slowly peeled away the restrictive clothing to reveal flushed flesh straining towards his touch desperately...and began the slow process of unraveling all preconceived notions and limitations on pleasure that had constrained the beautiful soul beneath him for so long.

For this was no mere coupling but something far deeper transcending physical acts alone - a sacred ritual two hearts joining as one in search of answers only they could find together now come hell or high water... 

NSFW - The Breeze's of Seaway - 4 (Gay)

 What unfolded next was a tender exploration charged with intense hunger; a sensual journey of discovery. Deft fingers traced newly exposed planes and contours, igniting trails of gooseflesh down spines that arched into the touch almost instinctively. Each brush against sensitized skin drew breathy gasps and hitches in their throats while chest hair rasped deliciously beneath exploring palms. 

Jason , driven by primal desire to dominate this dance of passion, deftly rolled them over so he loomed above Dawson 's upturned face like a conquering warrior. His eyes blazed fiercely as if attempting to memorize every minute detail and expression playing out across the beautiful visage beneath him - committing it all to memory in that moment. 

"God I want you," Jason  rasped, his voice raw with need before diving back downwards once more claiming Dawson 's mouth again in a searing kiss of unbridled passion. Tongue plundered greedily as teeth nipped and tugged at tender lips swollen from the forceful attentions bestowed upon them.  Dawson  arched up to meet this fervent onslaught, his own desperation matching Jason 's intensity move for heated move. He felt a fever raging through him like wildfire in his veins - an inferno demanding release only their joining could provide satisfaction... 

In the haze of groping hands and searing kisses exchanged between them, clothing fell away with clumsy haste leaving trails blazed by fiery caresses upon cooling skin. More territory was exposed for greedy explorations as each sought to map out every inch they had laid bare before one another. 

And then there came a moment when Jason 's rigid length found its way home inside Dawson  in one smooth glide, eliciting from his lover an exquisite cry of mingled pleasure and discomfort at the stretch splitting him open so perfectly around thick girth. A guttural groan of pure bliss tore through Jason  as he savored this most intimate connection forged between their bodies. 

"Yes..." derrick gasped out rhythmically now bucking up to meet each deep, powerful thrust driving into his core - instinctively craving the completion only they could bring about for him...Their coupling grew increasingly fervent and animalistic then; sweat-slicked limbs entwined as grunts and moans filled the charged air around them. 

Dawson 's climax crashed through him like a tidal wave leaving muscles clenched tight, back bowed sharply beneath Jason  while he fisted at tangled sheets in ecstasy. The force of it ripped his release from deep within mere seconds later painting hot seed across quivering walls still fluttering and clenching greedily for more... 

They collapsed together afterwards amidst the tousled wreckage their lovemaking had wrought - limbs intertwined, breaths mingling as heaving chests gradually slowed in rhythm. Jason  pressed reverent kisses along the curve of Dawson 's shoulder blade tracing a path up to nape while one hand stroked almost possessively across his hip. 

"Stay tonight," it was both plea and command uttered against salt-sheened skin there amidst softening length still nestled deep inside...a physical reminder binding them in this moment beyond all else. 

Dawson  turned just enough to nuzzle beneath the line of Jason 's jaw affectionately, arms tightening around trim waist as if silently vowing of never letting go come morning light or anything that dared threaten their newfound connection now forged so intimately together here within these four walls... 

"No place I'd rather be..." he murmured back with equal fervor. And there they remained entwined in the afterglow's gentle embrace, two souls laid bare and sated - forging ahead into whatever tomorrow might bring them side by side, come what may out of love so newly kindled between their hearts...a promise sealed not only through whispered words but also each tender touch now exchanged like precious gifts bestowed upon one another. The night belonged solely to these lovers, cocooned in candlelight's intimate glow and the unspoken vows binding them ever closer still within its warm circumference.

And so, in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, they drifted off into a peaceful slumber shrouded by an haze of deep satisfaction and contentment. Their bodies remained intertwined as one, limbs entwined in a intimate dance that spoke volumes about the connection forged between them. The room was filled with the soft sounds of relaxed breathing and occasional gentle snores, each lost in their own world of blissful exhaustion.

Hours later, they began to stir from their deep sleep still wrapped around each other like two halves of one whole. As consciousness slowly returned, so did a primal urge that couldn't be denied. Their mouths sought out the nearest available surface on which to lavish attention - lips meeting in slow sensual kisses that started off soft and tender but quickly built into something more intense with each passing moment.

Their lovemaking this time was decidedly different from before; it took place at a languid pace as they savored every single second together. Jason 's large hands roamed across Dawson 's body, caressing every dip and curve he could find like an artist sculpting clay. He explored uncharted territories with reverent touches that left trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Dawson  gasped softly whenever a particularly sensitive spot was discovered or worshipped thoroughly by his lover's skilled mouth and tongue. They took the time to map out every inch they could reach, committing it all memorization - this new landscape claimed as theirs alone together, now intimate knowledge shared between two souls intertwined so deeply already emotionally if not yet physically.

Their whispers filled up space previously occupied solely by heavy breathing: praise for how incredible each felt against lips hands and everywhere else on the body; requests whispered sweetly into ears about what they wanted more of or where touches could be intensified further driving them closer together until there existed barely any distance left between skin surfaces touching...

This slower, deeper connection stirred something profound within both men. It went beyond just physical pleasure now - each caress stoked the flames higher not only in their loins but also deep inside chests housing hearts swelling with newfound emotions difficult to put into words to adequately convey depth and breadth of feelings blossoming rapidly between them.

As morning light crept steadily across hardwood floorboards casting warm glow on the couple still lost in passionate embrace, Jason  instinctively pulled Dawson  closer spooning behind him, possessive arm wrapped snugly around trim waist. Large hand rested low on belly almost protectively claiming territory as his own to hold onto and keep safe now and always.

Nose pressed into the hair at his nape inhaling deeply familiarizing himself with this new reality unfolding before them - a relationship where one man openly wanted to claim the other without shame or hesitation any longer... It was both terrifying and thrilling all at the same time. A leap of faith taken hand in heart fully knowing the consequences attached, yet still choosing to jump together towards uncharted waters ahead come what may.

In that moment, wrapped up securely within Jason 's strong arms feeling utterly cherished loved more than anything else mattered anymore Dawson  knew without doubt he belonged here with this man by his side now and forevermore. No matter what obstacles or challenges they'd face moving forward - society disapproval, judgment from others who couldn't understand their bond - nothing could ever break the unbreakable ties forged through deep intimate acts like these experienced together night after beautiful life-altering night...

"Morning," rumbled a voice husky with sleep and sated desire.

Dawson  smiled languidly arching back against firm chest in unspoken invitation.

"I could get used to waking up like this..." 

Jason  nipped at his shoulder playfully before soothing spot with lips and tongue. He knew they had much more exploring ahead - both physically emotionally... but one thing was certain now:

This journey together held the promise of something truly special blossoming between them.

And he couldn't wait for every new dawn to unfold it further into being...

The next few days passed in a blur of sun-drenched mornings spent walking hand-in-hand along the shore, salty sea breezes tangling their hair. Laughter echoed across sandy dunes as they chased each other playfully like carefree children.

Jason  found himself stealing glances at Dawson  when he thought he was distracted - admiring how sunlight danced on tanned skin, catching on golden chest hairs glistening with sweat from exertion or arousal (and often both). A fierce pride swelled within seeing the easy way people smiled back at them now; their affection out in open for all to see and approve.

Dawson  marveled daily more at Jason 's transformation. Gone was that guarded wariness, replaced by a man growing into his own skin with newfound confidence - standing tall beside him unashamed of who he held hands with or shared stolen kisses with between shops on Main Street.

Late afternoons found them curled up together in the cozy rental cottage, flipping through old photo albums Jason 's grandmother had left behind. Dawson  listened enraptured to stories from his partner's childhood interspersed occasionally by lingering caresses mapping new erogenous zones discovered over long nights tangled between cool cotton sheets.

One evening while preparing dinner - a fragrant stew of local fish and herbs harvested that day during their beachcombing adventures - Jason  turned suddenly pulling Dawson  flush against him. "I don't ever want this to end," he confessed voice low, eyes dark with emotion, more than mere lust now familiar as it was sated.

Dawson  cupped his face tenderly, thumb brushing his kiss-swollen lower lip before leaning in for a slow sip from mouth savoring the lingering flavors of wine and desire. "Then let's make sure this becomes our new reality," he murmured against plush flesh, sealing the promise with another deep slide of tongue along Jason 's.

They made love then amidst scattered spices and herbs, their passion igniting something far more profound than just physical need - a sense they were consecrating shared space in a world as one entity rather two separate beings anymore. Afterwards sated and slicked by sweat, spooning together beneath a soft quilt, Dawson  voiced the thought that had been blossoming slowly like morning glory tendrils.

"You know I think... maybe what we have here is more than just a summer fling..." His voice wavered slightly with vulnerability even as his hands roamed possessive across lean hips. "I'm falling in love with you Jason ."

A profound stillness settled between them before the man behind him tightened his arms around the trim waist pulling him impossibly closer until not an inch of space remained separating their bodies.

"I fell a long time ago Dawson ," came the low rumble against his nape, warm breath sending pleasant shivers racing down his spine. "I just didn't want to scare you off by admitting it too soon."

He rolled them over so they lay facing one another now mere inches apart - noses brushing, fingertips tracing the contours of each other's faces as if committing every line and curve to memory.

"I love everything about being with you," Jason  breathed out before pressing a reverent kiss between parted lips. "Your passion, your kindness... how unabashedly yourself and real."

A slow smile curved the mouth he'd just kissed deeply while his eyes shone suspiciously bright in the candlelight flickering nearby on the bedside table casting an intimate glow across the planes of their faces.

"I love you too," Dawson  returned simply but fervently before capturing the words with another searing press of mouths sealing it as unbreakable vow between them. "More than anything."

They fell asleep like that - tangled together in a warm embrace, hearts beating in sync and breaths mingling softly beneath the covers. The first light of dawn crept slowly across their skin as they drifted off into peaceful slumber.

When Dawson  awoke several hours later to birdsong filtering through open windows he found Jason  already watching him intently from behind half-lidded eyes reflecting a profound depth of emotion stirring within chests that had nothing whatsoever to do with physical attraction anymore though certainly not lacking there either given the prominent morning wood pressed insistently against his thigh.

"Morning," Dawson  murmured back huskily, stretching languidly like a sated cat curling closer into the solid heat behind him. A yawn escaped before he could stifle it and Jason  chuckled, a low rumble vibrating pleasantly through the trim torso molded along the spine.

"You know..." the man began after a long moment of simply basking in close proximity their bodies had grown accustomed to now almost instinctively seeking out even during sleep... "I've been thinking."

Dawson  hummed drowsily, eyes still closed as he savored lingering traces last night's passion. The ache between his legs was nothing compared sweet tenderness blossoming through him at the quiet declaration of love they'd shared before succumbing to exhaustion.

NSFW - The Breeze's of Seaway - 3 (Gay)

 They made their farewells soon after, lingering at the doorway long moments stealing kisses, filched touches greedy for more yet reluctant to end this perfect bubble of suspended time. As Dawson  watched Jason  walk away down the hallway to the elevator doors closing between them he couldn't suppress a foolish grin splitting face from ear-to-ear - stomach flip-flopping nerves in anticipation of tomorrow's promise.

The night passed in fitful sleep punctuated by vivid dreams and fragments of memories snippets, their interactions replayed on infinite loop in high definition Technicolor audio surround sound. Dawson  tossed and turned in tangled sheets sweat-soaked and feverish, Jason 's touch ghosting across his skin igniting fires everywhere it landed even as he mentally berated himself as ridiculous for falling victim to a teenage crush and pining in schoolboy fashion.

But deep down beneath the layers of anxiety and excitement, the fear of uncertainty - there existed a kernel of unshakeable knowing this was right, a natural inevitability somehow. Like two halves separated long ago and magnetically drawn back into alignment, the completion and wholeness of missing pieces of an interlocking puzzle picture finally making sense after years of staring at it's incomplete fragments, clues scattered haphazardly to never quite fitting together properly until now.

Morning dawned bright with clear skies of cloudless azure expanse stretching out to meet horizon a shimmering mirage of heat haze in the distance. Dawson  awoke with single-minded determination and focus zeroing in on the impending date like a laser beam target locked onto the bullseye center mass and unerringly accurate every time. 

He spent ages selecting an outfit from his closets contents - discarding shirts that were too tight, pants not quite right length in the inseam or showing off socks when seated at restaurant over dinner conversation... Finally settling for a simple white linen button-down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing tanned forearms dusted with hair, fine dark hairs catching sunlight streaming through the bedroom window framed by sheer curtains like wispy cobwebs and gossamer clouds drifting languidly overhead with a lazy day ahead promising. 

By the time Jason  arrived, promptly nine AM as agreed, Dawson  was a live wire bundle of nerves, a coiled spring ready to bounce off walls in anticipation of crackling electric air molecules surrounding him with palpable tension thrumming just beneath the surface of a calm demeanor with a put-on brave face.

They greeted each other with a quick peck on the lips, a hello kiss lingering a fraction longer than strictly necessary for polite platonic familiarity before breaking apart with flushed grins matching boyishly pleased at sight of one another. 

"Ready to go?" Jason  asked unnecessarily already knowing the answer, eyes gleaming mischief impatience to get on with it, let's have some fun today!

Dawson  merely nodded jerkily once, his head bobbing up and down like a jack-in-the-box wound too tight, it's spring ready to pop at any moment. He grabbed his keys, wallet and phone in one swift motion before following Jason  out the door.

Their first stop was a quaint little coffee shop nestled between two charming bookstores downtown. The aroma of freshly ground beans wafted through air currents as they walked side by side down cobblestone streets lined with vibrant wildflowers swaying gently in the salty sea breeze carrying whispers of secrets from yesterday's tide.

"This place makes the best cappuccinos," Jason  said, holding open the heavy wooden door, adorned with intricate ironwork, for Dawson  to enter first. "Wait until you try their cinnamon rolls - they're sinfully delicious."

As if on cue, a mouthwatering aroma drifted out from behind the counter where trays of gooey pastries glistened enticingly under warm lights casting everything in a cozy amber glow, inviting patrons to linger longer, sip slower and savor every last drop.

They ordered at the register - Jason  opting for his usual dark roast while Dawson  decided to indulge his curiosity by sampling that fabled cinnamon roll, plus a vanilla latte steamed with a heart design. They settled into armchairs worn smooth by countless rumps and tales swapped over cups and saucers of years past.

The conversation flowed as easily and sweet as the coffee on their tongues. Jason  regaled Dawson  with stories of growing up in this sleepy coastal town - summers spent exploring tide pools, building sandcastles, chasing sunsets... 

In turn, Dawson  found himself sharing childhood anecdotes from his own hometown hours away that felt both impossibly far and tantalizing close now compared to the man sitting across him listening intently as if every word was a precious gift.

Time stretched languidly like honey drizzled slow over pancakes - unrushed minutes melting into carefree hours. The coffee shop eventually emptied out leaving them alone amidst the clinking cups and saucers with soft strains of jazz music playing in background, almost like a dance itself their laughter intermingling notes...

Jason  reached across small table to brush a crumb from the corner of Dawson 's mouth, fingertips grazing lips briefly and sending a jolt of electricity zinging straight down his spine landing dead center of his groin. 

"You've got...a little..." He smiled disarming, apologetic even as eyes darkened with something else entirely - a hunger more primal than mere food.

Dawson  licked his lip unconsciously chasing phantom touch and Jason 's gaze followed the movement with rapt attention like a hawk locked onto a mouse twitching his nose just before pouncing. 

"Thank you," Dawson  managed to choke out, pulse pounding in his ears loudly enough he was sure whole town could hear it thundering through the streets.

Jason  leaned back in his chair as if nothing had happened but there remained a new tension palpable between them now - an unspoken question hanging heavy in the air, daring either to reach out and pluck the answer from the other's hands...

They lingered until the barista began subtly stacking chairs around their table, clear hint of wanting close up shop for day. With great reluctance, they gathered their belongings and stepped back outside into bright sunlight almost physically painful after the cozy dimness of the café.

Jason  suggested next a scenic hike overlooking cliffs where migratory birds nested seasonally - the same spot he'd first learned to surf as a gangly teenager, all knobby knees, elbows and skinny arms flailing against waves, before finally finding balance and standing tall with the board beneath feet... 

Dawson  felt himself getting lost in Jason 's memories, jealous of anyone who got to be part of them. He wanted his own stories starring this man now - new adventures for the two of them alone together.

The hike was strenuous but invigorating, sweat prickling his skin, cooling evaporative mist of spray ocean breeze stinging lungs pleasantly as they climbed higher and higher...

At the summit, a breathtaking vista unfurled before their eyes like a living painting. Turquoise sea crashed against jagged rocks below, frothing white foam churning in eddies currents... Seagulls cried mournfully overhead circling thermal updrafts riding the invisible winds.

Jason  turned to Dawson  with a triumphant grin of boyish pride and accomplishment, chest heaving slightly from the exertion, his face flushed and eyes sparkling brighter than any gemstone ever cut. In that moment, raw masculine beauty hit Dawson  like a punch in the gut stealing his breath away and momentarily dizzying in its intensity and the forceful directness with no room to deny it.

He found himself stepping closer until mere inches separated their bodies, the heat radiating off the other's skin palpable through thin layers of fabric, sweat-dampened and clinging to muscles defined clearly now...

"Wow..." escaped reverently, gaze roving appreciatively over the expanse before them and the man beside him drinking in every detail to memory for later. "It's...incredible."

"Yes," Jason  agreed softly but he wasn't looking at the scenery anymore - all focus centered solely on Dawson  alone, eyes boring into his own with laser-like intensity, burning away any pretense hiding behind.

"Absolutely breathtaking..." 

And then, slowly deliberately as if giving ample time to pull away back off to a safe distance... He leaned in to press their mouths together softly, once, twice, three times deepening each instance until finally sealing their lips fully, the kiss hungry and urgent...

Dawson  made a sound low in his throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp surrendering completely, instinctively melting against firm chest hands fisting the shirtfront to anchor himself as Jason  plundered his mouth greedily and claiming it thoroughly.

They broke apart eventually oxygen-starved lungs burning but no regrets whatsoever. Just dazed satisfaction at finally tasting each other after hours of builtup anticipation...

"Take a hike with me sometime," Dawson  invited hoarsely, his voice roughened by arousal, blue eyes glazed over hazel ones swimming before him darkly promising.

"I thought you'd never ask..." Jason  replied with roguish wink and salute. He took hold of his hand, lacing fingers together as if it was the most natural thing in world - no hesitation or awkwardness just pure easy rightness of fitting, puzzle pieces locking into place...

And so they made their way back down the trail like that, hands entwined swinging gently between them rhythmically almost hypnotic... Dawson  felt a sense of belonging he'd never known before. Like maybe this is what home feels like.

Little did either suspect but the day's adventures were only just beginning - and tonight would bring revelations intimate enough to shatter the walls they had built around hearts for so long now, leaving space to fill with something infinitely more precious than mere friendship...

As evening approached and painted the sky in warm hues of orange and pink, Jason  invited Dawson  back to his place overlooking the beach. They grilled fresh fish from the local market on the deck while sipping cold beers, laughter echoing through the salty air as they reminisced about their hike.

Inside, soft jazz notes floated from a vintage record player while candles flickered, casting intimate shadows across Jason 's rugged face and highlighting his tanned skin. Dawson  couldn't help but admire him - so confident in who he was... even if that persona didn't align with the man now openly admiring him back.

Over dessert of rich chocolate mousse dripping with berries, their conversation turned introspective as another bottle emptied between them.

"You know," Jason  began slowly swirling his wine glass and watching it catch the light. "I've never brought anyone here before." His gaze flicked up to meet Dawson 's meaningfully.

Dawson  felt a swell of pride mixed with trepidation at this revelation, knowing how much vulnerability could cost someone like him.

"I'm honored," he replied sincerely, setting his own glass down carefully as if it were fragile. "But Jason ... I don't want you feeling pressure because we kissed today." He licked his lips nervously remembering the intensity vividly. "Because that was incredible and I really liked kissing you..." A blush crept up his neck at the admission but Dawson  plowed on needing him to understand "...but only if this is what YOU genuinely desire too. Your comfort, your truth - it matters most."

Jason  reached out placing a calloused hand atop the gentler one in a gesture both of comforting and stirring.

"Thank you for saying that," he murmured deeply touched by the consideration even as his eyes clouded over briefly with unspoken history.

He took a fortifying breath before continuing. "You need to know... I'm not used to being this open, Dawson ." A wry smile twitched at mouth corners self-consciously. "Straight guy image is my default setting - it's kept me safe from judgement and expectation back home in the city."

His gaze dropped then as he wrestled with how much vulnerability to allow himself.

"But out here... you make me feel seen differently somehow." Jason  lifted his eyes now shimmering intensely. "Like maybe I could try on being unapologetically myself for once without fear..." Voice wavered slightly.

"I WANT that, Dawson ," the confession spilled forth as he leaned in closer over table separating them until their breath mingled intimately.

Dawson  swallowed hard feeling his own pulse jump traitorously. He knew this moment could change everything between them irrevocably and yet...

"Then let me see you Jason ." His voice emerged low but steadying, hand sliding from under his to cup his jawline tenderly, thumb brushing lips. "I'm right here with open eyes... ready for all of it."

As the final tendrils of daylight surrendered beyond their sanctuary, a warm intimate glow from flickering candles began to dominate the space. In this soft luminescence, two souls found themselves laid bare and vulnerable on an emotional precipice together - one male figure reaching out with desperate yearning for tactile connection, while his counterpart grasped back just as urgently craving unity in intimacy's depths. 

NSFW - The Breeze's of Seaway - 2 (Gay)

 And so they walked on... towards whatever lay beyond that first tentative confession whispered so softly amidst streaks of orange pink and red painting the heavens above in a glorious sunset tableau. They reached Dawson 's apartment door all too soon - a few short blocks having stretched into an eternity, yet passed like the blink of an eye simultaneously. Jason  waited expectantly while Dawson  fumbled for keys, suddenly clumsy nervous fingers not cooperating properly as if rebelling against the task of ending this charged moment together.

Finally managing the unlocking mechanism after what felt like hours' of struggle, the door swung inward revealing the small dimly lit space within - safe haven, sanctuary from the whirlwind of emotions raging outside. But somehow now seemed more of a confining prison than welcoming refuge; walls appeared to close in, menacing at the edges as if threatening to smother any further intimacy budding between them.

"Well..." Dawson  trailed off lamely, heart pounding in his ears loudly enough surely Jason  must hear it too and realize the effect his mere presence had on his equilibrium. He licked suddenly dry lips, tasting the salty sea breeze mingling with faint musky cologne clinging to the taller man's skin - intoxicating combination making his head spin dizzily.

"Would you like... I mean..." Deep breath in an attempt to gather his scattered wits before continuing. "Do you want to come inside for a bit?" Voice emerged softer than intended, almost a pleading needy edge underlying the invitation, belied by casual tone.

Jason  hesitated a fraction of a second - eyes searching Dawson 's face as if seeking answers to unspoken questions lingering heavy between them since the bombshell confession back in the cozy bungalow. Then slowly nodded once decisively before stepping past the threshold into the apartment proper without waiting for further permission to enter.

Dawson  watched him move deeper inside almost hypnotized by the fluid grace of muscles rippled under thin fabric - a predator stalking unsuspecting prey perhaps? No... more like a dancers sway of hips, rhythmically sensual yet unaware of his own impact. He shook his head to dislodge the inappropriate thoughts before closing the door behind them with a soft click, finality sealing off the world beyond.

Turning back towards the intruder now making himself at home on the couch in the small living room, Dawson  folded his arms defensively across his chest, unconsciously guarding vital organs even as his traitorous eyes roamed appreciatively over the broad expanse of shoulders tapering to a lean waist. "So..." he began lamely once again - mind struggling to grasp appropriate topics of discussions after the revelation of intimacy.

"About earlier..."

Jason  glanced up from studying the framed photo clutched in his hands, expression guarded yet hopeful, something kindled deep within irises, flecks of gold brown green hazel, shifting colors with every movement reflected in ambient lighting warmly. "Yeah?"

Dawson  swallowed hard around the sudden lump forming in his throat before continuing, halting step into unknown territory stretching out indefinitely ahead like uncharted ocean depths.

"I meant what I said, you know." He paused clearing his throat before plowing forward recklessly now propelled by the sheer momentum of confessing aloud those truths buried for such a long time. "About being attracted to... men."

Jason 's eyes widened a fraction of a second in surprise and shock - then softened with understanding compassion even as a ghost of a smile tugged his lips upwards almost tenderly, if not quite fully formed yet.

"Even when that man is me?" His voice emerged a low, rough edged, gravely rumble somehow a soothing caress despite the underlying tension crackling like electricity between them, like a live wire sparking dangerously back and forth seeking a ground connection to release pent-up energy. 

"Yes." Dawson  whispered hoarsely almost afraid to break the spell weaving itself thicker by the moment as they stared at each other across the room, now feeling more like an intimate space than the mere feet that separated them.

"God, Jason ..." He breathed out shakily before dropping onto the couch beside him uninvited - close enough to feel the radiating body heat through layers of clothing yet still maintaining a fragile barrier to contact skin-on-skin. "I don't understand any of this... it's all so new.. confusing.. scary..."

Jason  reached over tentatively as if seeking permission to touch first, then draping an arm around shoulders a comfortingly warm heavy weight anchoring Dawson  in place when everything else was shifting sands beneath his feet.

"I know." He murmured quietly into hair before pressing his lips softly against the crown of his head like a blessing, absolution releasing sins confessed aloud. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed... lost even..." 

His fingers started absently playing with the ends of silky strands almost unconsciously, a soothing rhythmic stroking motion that lulled Dawson  deeper to relax the tension, slowly easing muscles one by one until he slumped heavily sideways into the strong chest seeking shelter and solace.

"Just tell me," Jason  breathed out against his temple, now resting chin atop head - voice a low intimate murmur resonating through bone directly to the heart center. "What do you need from this... right now?"

Dawson  pondered the question seriously before answering honestly and without hesitation: 

"I just..." He paused swallowing around sudden tightness constricting his throat painfully as tears pricked the corners of his eyes traitorously unbidden. Blinking rapidly to banish the moisture, he continued on unsteadily:

"...I need you not...to give up on me." Voice emerged thready thin almost childlike and vulnerable in its sincerity and desperation, a raw emotion laid bare for once, an invulnerable man's consideration.

"I'm still figuring all this out..." Dawson  gestured vaguely encompassing everything changed irrevocably since the chance encounter at the beach that morning. "Myself...us..."

Jason  tightened his grip around him instinctively protective as if shielding him from unseen blows threatening to strike down confessed fears and doubts swirling, a chaotic maelstrom inside a vulnerable soul cradled so trustingly against his own chest.

"I won't," he vowed fervently low and sure - no room for misinterpretation or ambiguity, his tone brooked absolutely none. "I promise you that."

He tilted Dawson 's chin up gently yet insistently with fingertips until captured gaze held prisoner by intensity burning molten depths hazel eyes glinting gold fire reflections of lamplight dancing across his pupils.

"You're not alone anymore...in this..." Jason  emphasized his point by leaning in infinitesimally closer so breaths mingled ghostly wisps intermingling between parted lips hovering a mere hair's breadth distance apart. "We'll figure it out together."

And then he closed remaining minuscule gap and captured his mouth beneath his own firmly but oh-so-gently sealing the promise with a kiss that tasted faintly of salt caramel sweetness - soft slow deepening gradually into something more urgent hungry passionate as Dawson  responded helpless reflexively melting boneless against solid planes of hard muscle molding to contours fit perfectly like a missing puzzle piece slotting home at last.

They kissed for long moments lost in taste, touch, scent to feel the other's breath mingling in the shared air space until dizzy from oxygen deprivation - tongues dancing languidly exploratory tentative caresses growing bolder more demanding as confidence built with each passing second. Dawson  made a small noise in the back of his throat almost a purr rumble, his chest vibrating against his own where it rested heavily, palms splayed in open invitation of further exploration and mapping of uncharted territory.

When they finally broke apart minutes later, both were flushed panting lightly - eyes glazed over with desire, pupils blown wide, black eating up the irises colors.

Dawson  licked his lips slowly savoring the lingering taste of Jason 's mouth as he struggled to regain composure from his racing heart. The kiss had been...incredible. Electric. A jolt straight through his very core stirring something primal deep inside and long dormant.

"Wow..." He exhaled shakily before clearing his throat awkwardly, self-conscious, the sudden intensity of physical reaction between them now impossible to ignore or deny anymore after that earth-shattering liplock seal on the unspoken pact partnership navigating this new territory together. 

Jason  just smiled enigmatically, almost smug at Dawson 's flusterment, clearly pleased by the effect he'd had - which only served to inflame his cheeks further with mortified pleasure.

"Wow indeed." He echoed softly, voice a low approving rumble purring contentedly as a large hand drifted down to settle possessively over his knee now bared hiked up slightly in close proximity sitting beside each other on the narrow couch suddenly feeling the claustrophobically intimate confines despite the ample space provided.

They lapsed into comfortable silence then, punctuated occasionally by soft sighs and breathy chuckles, fingers intertwined casually resting atop thigh - the picture of domestic bliss two people utterly at ease with contentment in the shared presence. No words were needed to fill the void; mere physical proximity sufficed conveying the volumes, unsaid and left hanging between them.

Until eventually Jason  shifted suddenly turning to face Dawson  head-on, directly, eye-to-eye invading personal space intentionally this time with clear purposeful intent of smoldering banked heat simmering within the golden-brown irises flecked green. 

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" His voice emerged a low intimate murmur resonating through his chest cavity where it rested a heavy hand over a beating heart.

Dawson  swallowed reflexively dry mouth gone desert-tinder at the sudden intense focus zeroing in on him like a laser beam pinning a butterfly to the corkboard display of a case study specimen. 

"M-Me? Oh, um..." He floundered momentarily, his derailed train of thought by sheer force from the personality radiating outwards from the man looming larger than life mere inches away. "I-I don't really have any set plans yet... why?"

A slow smirk spread across handsome features at Dawson 's stuttered reply, clearly amused by the effect he wielded so effortlessly now grown accustomed to seeing flusterment on his open book face.

"I thought maybe we could spend the day together..." Jason  leaned in closer fractionally until lips nearly brushed, grazing his jawline and sending shivers skittering down his spine like a dropped pebble rippling a pond. "...getting better acquainted." His warm breath ghosted over skin leaving a whisper-kiss trail of tingles prickling the flesh with goosebumps and rising hairs.

"Like a...date?" Dawson  squeaked out incredulously before mentally kicking himself hard for sounding so utterly naive at twenty-two years old!

Jason  just chuckled lowly, the sound of dark honey pouring through his ears directly into bloodstream igniting a slow burn desire like molten lava to flow through his veins. 

"If you want to call it that..." He shrugged nonchalantly even as eyes gleamed wicked a promise of unspoken delights awaited exploration further down this winding path together.

Dawson  felt his own smile bloom, slowly spreading across his face like sunrise painting the horizon gold, pink and orange - sudden excitement bubbling up in his chest with an effervescent champagne pop and fizz. 

"I'd...I think I'd really like that." Voice emerged softer than intended, almost reverent and awed at the prospect of spending the entire day with this man so rapidly consuming his thoughts, dreams, fantasies, both waking and sleeping.

Jason 's answering grin could've outshone the sun itself in sheer radiant wattage with pure joy reflected back tenfold. He lifted Dawson 's hand from his thigh to press his lips fervently against knuckles, mouthing them open with hot damp tongue swirling around each one individually as if tasting a simple delicacy before devouring the whole feast.

"Excellent." His voice emerged muffled against skin still tracing patterns of reverent worship with teeth, lips and chin. "Pick you up at nine then?"

Dawson  merely nodded mutely, brain short-circuiting the ability to form words coherently anymore, rendered stupid by Jason 's blatant sensual onslaught, his senses now finely tuned, antennae picking every minute detail - scent of musky warm spice underlying clean laundry fabric softener; sound of breath hitching rhythmically chest rising and falling against his own; sight of lips reddened and kiss-swollen, eyes crinkled with smile lines fanning outwards...