the need

Jason shifted slightly on Jessica’s lap. A sudden pressure twisted in his abdomen; first gentle, then firmer. His face flushed, not from his usual shyness, but from an urgent need. He held his breath and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Jessica... I need to get up..."

Jessica tightened her fingers around Jason's waist, not with pressure, but with a gentle caress that said, "No, not yet." Her eyes met Jason's, and she understood. She understood without words. Her smile softened, as if saying, "I'm here."

Jason moved again, but Jessica held him fast. Her hand remained on his back, as if saying, "You don't have to hold yourself together. I will hold you." Then, with a calm, certain movement, she stood up herself. Jason was in her arms; light, like a feather. Jessica’s 92 kg held Jason's 64 kg with strength and kindness, like a baby. Her feet were firm on the ground, but her embrace was soft.

Chiara was still in the kitchen; the sounds of water and dishes continued. Valentina was on the armchair, speaking on her phone, her back to them. No one saw. No one noticed. It was just Jessica and Jason, in a small bubble of time.

Jessica walked with slow steps toward the bathroom. She opened the door with her elbow, turned on the light, and closed the door. She set Jason down on the floor, but didn't let go of his hand. With one hand, she gently pulled down Jason's short shorts. Slowly, without rush, without a look of judgment. The shorts rested around his ankles, and now Jason was completely naked. His small penis, in the soft bathroom light, looked like a small, delicate petal. Jessica did not even blink. She just smiled.

Jason lowered his head, but Jessica used her finger under his chin to lift it. Her eyes told Jason:

"Look at me. You are never alone. Even here."

Jessica sat Jason down on the toilet. Her hand stayed on his shoulder. Jason took a deep breath and finally released. The quiet sound, the sound of water, the sound of life. Jessica stood behind him, her hand on his hair, like a kind guardian.

When he was done, Jessica picked up toilet paper, and with a gentle, precise motion, cleaned Jason. Then she pulled his shorts back up, took him into her arms again.

And Jason only stayed silent.