For Science

The scientific method is the process of objectively establishing facts through testing and experimentation, and the Valley’s archeologist has one hell of an experiment.


Carter shuffled as he knocked on the door. He wasn’t sure how many questions his latest experiment would answer; all he knew is that it would at least answer some. He waited, patiently, and soon enough the poor soul that had plagued Carter’s mind since he’d first moved here was leaning against the open doorway, dressed in what looked like his pajamas with a smirk on his face.

“And what brings you here, huh?” He asked, hand on his hip. “Thought you were busy at the dig site.”

“Well, I…” Carter’s face quickly grew warm. “I had an experiment I thought you could help with.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“Ah…” Carter took a deep breath, “See, it’s of a personal matter. Something to do with the, ah, self, I suppose. See, I was speaking with Flora, and it hit me, that, well… how do I put this…”

“Something about a certain someone in the Valley has you rethinking everything.” He grinned, “Why don’t you come inside?” He extended his hand.

Carter took it gently, following him into the house as he closed the door and motioned for him to sit at the table. He wasn’t sure how to feel – did he know? How much of this was written on the poor archeologist’s face?

“Tell me, why’d you come to me specifically?” The farmer was leaning on the kitchen counter, stirring a mug. “I’ve only ever seen you leave the dig site one other time, when you said I should go with Flora… because you had errands, at midnight.”

“Ah, see…” Carter folded his arms. “The truth is, Jazz, I’m… well. I’m currently going through a rather transitional phase in my life. Realizing a handful of things that, ah, somehow hadn’t crossed my mind before.”

Jazz raised an eyebrow. “Something’s got you rethinking your very core, then?”

“Well, maybe not that deep, but…” He closed his eyes, letting out another sigh, this one more contemplative. “How should I put this…”

“Just let it out, dude.” Jazz chuckled, sipping his tea and looking at Carter with a half-lidded gaze.

“…If my logic is correct, and it usually is, I… may be not into women at all. It’s bothering me.”

“The fact that you like men, or the fact you can’t test that you like men out here?”

“Both, I suppose.” He tugged on his collar a bit, face getting hot. “But, that’s why I came to you.”

Jazz snickered. “You came to my house. To come out as gay and then try and get me to sleep with you.”

“Not quite like that!” Carter sputtered. “M-Merely to test this hypothesis! If you don’t want to help me, I am sure I can find someone else to--”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Jazz was giving him that look again. The half-lidded glance from over his mug. “Seems like it’s about time you had something good in your life.”

He set the mug down on the counter, walking over and placing a hand on the table. Carter’s eyes started at his hand, tracing up his arm and to his face – it was almost as flushed as his own.

“J-Jazz?” He asked, voice but a surprised gasp. “You, what?”

“Oh, now that I’m actually paying attention to you, you ask questions?” His other hand gently gripped Carter’s chin, making him lock eyes with him. “I’ve been paying attention to your language, y’know. Your little shuffles, the way you tugged your collar… the way you’ve been leaning down to hide that.” He purred, the hand that was on the table moving and gesturing downwards as he pulled Carter’s chair from the table.

“Ah, I see. I suppose that is a tad difficult to hide.” Now he was really bright in the face, squirming a bit as Jazz swiveled around, going from over his shoulder to on his lap in one fluid, clean… seductive motion.

“Lucky you came to me first, huh? To think you might’ve gone to someone who wasn’t already thinking about you.” Jazz shuffled a bit, grinding against Carter’s bulge – he responded with a barely-audible groan. “I heard that… do you want more?” He teased, continuing the motion as he leaned in for a kiss.

It was met enthusiastically, Carter’s quiet groans growing to small whimpers as Jazz’s tongue worked its way into his mouth.

It was exactly how he’d imagined it would be – the way Jazz toyed with him, the way the two men embraced without cause, hearing the chair creak under their combined weight, the sensation of his thighs against his…

“You’re bucking.” Jazz whispered, pulling away from him – drawing an almost disappointed groan from his lips. “You were enjoying that, then?”

“M-more than you can imagine…” he admitted, looking away.

Jazz slid off his lap, kneeling in front of him with his hands on his belt. “Help me with this, then, and I’ll show you what I can really do.”

The two quickly worked, Carter’s belt going first; falling to the floor as Jazz tugged on his waist, bringing his pants down around his knees. He whistled quietly, fingers gently tracing the bulge in his underwear, making him shudder. “Please… continue.” He gasped.

Jazz chuckled, barely hesitating as he pulled the man’s underwear to match his pants, looking at his length. Slowly, he leaned closer, tongue gently meeting his cock. The way he tasted… salty, smelling of the rugged cave walls he worked in, mixed with sweat and excitement. Jazz’s head slowly rose, tongue moving along his shaft as his lips wrapped around his head.

Carter breathed deeply, savoring the feeling. Jazz’s warm, wet mouth around his dick felt incredible. He could barely keep himself from crying out, one hand grabbing the edge of the chair as the other buried itself in Jazz’s silky black hair. Part of him had expected it would feel like it did when anyone else had tried; sure, it would feel nice, but what did he really get out of it? This, however… this was different. He could feel the electricity and warmth filling him, fogging up his brain with euphoria. His hand gripped tighter, hips twitching as Jazz’s head bobbed up and down.

Jazz looked up at him, his green eyes looking… different, from Carter’s perspective. Normally, his eyes were mischievous, but now they seemed eager, full of light – he was enjoying this as much as Carter was.

“M-more of that…” he whimpered, fingers curling in Jazz’s hair. He responded in kind, pushing him deeper into his mouth and finally drawing a low, desperate moan from him. He bucked and groaned, holding onto the chair as hard as he could as he tried to stop himself from humping so forcefully. Jazz chuckled, muffled by his cock as he took it as deep as he could, his hand stroking what little remained outside of his mouth.

Feeling Jazz’s laughter, then his own soft moaning… Carter groaned, softly tugging on Jazz’s hair, begging for more…

More he got, Jazz moaning loudly against his length as he pushed himself deeper. He usually wouldn’t go this far, yet the taste of his sweat and the feeling of his throbbing cock demanded more from him; he needed this man down his throat. Carter moaned, helplessly bucking his hips, demanding more from Jazz’s throat, the sensation of his warm tongue lapping at his shaft and the feeling of his warm breath was driving him wild, combined with the delighted glint in his eye.

Jazz could feel his precum dribbling down his throat, pulling himself back into just his mouth and stroking him again, moaning every time his hips bucked and sent his cock back down his throat. He was almost at his breaking point, shuddering and gasping, trying desperately not to cum.

“J-Jazz, I…” He moaned, pulling Jazz’s head as far as he could as his hips bucked, his cum filling Jazz’s mouth as he eagerly swallowed, the sensation of him gulping only milking him more. All too quickly, Jazz pulled himself away from his crotch, wiping his mouth with a smirk as he placed a hand on his thigh. “Goddess’s grace…”

“Good to know not all of my talents got left behind when I moved.” Jazz said, licking his lips. “You… mmf. You should come over more often.”

“I m-may just.” Carter stammered, looking down. “I hadn’t expected that to be so… invigorating.”

“I mean… if you want to try, I do have some… pressing matters.” Jazz smirked, grabbing his hand.

“I… well, I suppose it’d be worth a try…”

“Only if you want to, all right?”

Carter nodded. “I do.”

He pulled Carter to his feet, him quickly pulling his pants back up as Jazz sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smirk, his own bulge clearly visible under his shirt. Carter walked over shortly after, staring cautiously as he lifted up Jazz’s shirt. To his surprise, his entire length was there; not a thread of underwear in sight.

“I know, I should be a bit more well-dressed in case visitors show up… but, let’s face it, I never get guests.” Jazz chuckled, watching Carter cautiously kneel to face his dick. He took his vest off, tossing it to the side and leaning towards it, taking it in his hand and stroking gently. Jazz bit his lip, nodding and closing his eyes; Carter nodded to himself, following along with Jazz’s reactions.

“May I…” Carter’s voice trailed off as Jazz reached up to grab his hair.

“You will.” Jazz said, looking at him with a smirk as he pulled his head down towards his dick. He landed on his knees, Jazz’s length in his hand as he was pulled closer to it, Carter opening his mouth to take him in.

Jazz tasted… different. Cleaner, he thought, closing his eyes to savor the taste as he pushed himself a little farther down. He groaned softly, his fingers tangling in Carter’s messy, wavy, ebony hair as he moved, sucking slowly and cautiously. He was playing it safe, decidedly so, but Jazz loved the feeling all the same; the way he looked up at him as if asking for praise, the way his breath felt along his length, the way his tongue lapped at his cock hungrily, begging for more…

“You’re doing great.” Jazz said softly, tugging on his hair encouragingly. Carter huffed, pushing himself farther. The vibrations of his soft, eager noises against Jazz’s cock felt wonderful, him closing his eyes as his hips bucked, his member twitching in Carter’s mouth. For someone who’d never sucked a cock before in his life… the way he managed it so gracefully was amazing, pulling gasps and soft moans from Jazz’s lips. “Oh, r-right there!” he moaned, tilting his head back and inhaling through his teeth, pulling Carter’s hair and pushing himself deeper, hips bucking.

He gasped, closing his eyes as Jazz’s cock found itself deeper in his mouth, taking a deep breath as he took it as best he could. One hand was wrapped around it, stroking it like Jazz had jerked him off, the other grabbing the sheet for balance. He opened his eyes a bit, seeing Jazz laying on the bed , gripping the sheets with his head tilted upward, moaning and desperately thrusting his hips as he sucked. Carter chuckled, diving as deep as he could and slowly pulling himself upwards, hearing Jazz’s moaning get louder as he did.

The way Jazz gripped the back of his head, tugging his hair and shoving him back down on his length drove him wild, moaning as he kept sucking, feeling Jazz thrust his way in again and again. “Y-You’re really gonna let me fuck your face like this?”

He nodded, huffing each time Jazz thrust again, eyes closed as he found himself lost in the moment. Sucking another man’s cock was one thing, letting that man hold you down and fuck your face? It was something different…

“H-Hnf…” he panted, slowing. “I’m close. D-Do you think you can--?!”

Jazz was cut off by Carter diving down, pulling himself up with an open mouth as his tongue dragged along his shaft, mouth circling the tip as Jazz finally lost his grip, feeling himself release. Carter pulled away once he was finished, cautiously swallowing it and giving Jazz a half-lidded, dazed look.

“H-How was that?” He asked softly, shaking as Jazz pulled him up onto the bed.

“I’ll be damned. You are…” Jazz sighed, shuddering. “You are incredible.”

The two cuddled for a time, basking in the afterglow, breathing slowly and deeply.

Somehow, the two of them had the same thought – “How can we make this happen again?”


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