Permission

Todd and Eric have been fooling around together for a while now, though it’s never got beyond much more than a lot of drunken fumbling. That’s about to change…

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 😉

There are very few instances in Eric’s life where he has felt truly good about himself, but here in this moment with Todd looking at him with such adulation in his eyes, that’s what he feels: good. Worthy of this, maybe even loved, if he lets himself acknowledge this is the word to describe what’s going on between them. It’s a feeling he’s never had before, and if honest is a little overwhelmed by it. But Todd’s smile for him is warm, and his hand, curled with a thumb tracing the length of his jaw is soothing, and hell, Eric is only human. He can’t stop his heart soaring and his stomach fluttering and his palms sweating like this is the first time he’s ever been touched.

Todd’s lips on his are gentle, so shy it feels like this should be a first kiss, when it’s far from it. Eric kisses back, just as nervous, just as hesitant. Jumps in surprise when Todd’s fingers catch on his neck on the way to cupping the back of his head. Todd nudges against him giving the tiniest of smiles before claiming his mouth again, a little firmer this time.

Eric waits a moment, then moves closer, winds his fingers through Todd’s long brown hair and holds on, tugging just enough to make him softly whimper, then press back at all the points he can with the way they’re sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed. He reaches to loop an arm around Todd’s waist to pull him closer, and Todd leans over him until Eric’s pressed back against the mattress. Eric opens his mouth to him, and Todd moans at the gesture, sweeping his tongue inside to catch the taste of him there. Eric shudders with the need he has to get closer to him, feeling those same trembles back from Todd. They press tightly against one another and kiss with growing urgency until Todd is mouthing down his neck, then mumbling reassurances in his ear.

“Let me undress you,” Todd requests after a moment, low and heated in a rumble against him. Eric swallows, thinks how much he wants that, but how he doesn’t know if he can handle that look of love that’s in Todd’s eyes as he says it. Doesn’t think he can let himself believe it. One beer too many on an evening that had led to a stolen moment of drunken fumbling that now seems like a lifetime ago, is when the tension between them had finally broken. But until now, it has never been acknowledged just how much they mean to each other. Taking snatches of things they’re both desperate to mean something so much bigger, but are both too frightened to ask if this is what they really have.

As though Todd is reading his mind, he’s whispering to him the truth of it, leaving tears pricking in the corners of Eric’s eyes. Todd kisses Eric so sweetly then it’s like he can’t believe he’s even allowed to, and Eric has to claim himself a harder kiss to reassure Todd that he is.

Todd’s hands are immediately beneath Eric’s shirt and rising, gentle fingers pressed into his stomach and chest as he strokes a path upwards. Eric lifts his arms to help him remove it and ends up with them light around Todd’s shoulders as he bends to kiss along his collarbone before kissing a path back to his mouth.

When Eric reaches for Todd’s shirt he sees him smiling, shrugging out of it seconds later and that smile widening as he pulls lightly on Eric’s hips until their skin is flush. “I’ve wanted to feel you like this,” Todd tells him as he strokes reverent hands up the flanks of his chest, and it’s said with such sincerity that Eric feels himself begin to blush.

They help each other out of the remainder of their clothes, and then Todd is throwing back the duvet and murmuring for Eric to crawl in. He stands to the side of the bed looking down on him, seeming to just drink in the sight of him for a moment, then with deliberate slowness pulls out the lube from Eric’s bedside cabinet and slams the draw shut until it rattles, clutching the bottle tight in his hand. With a tiny swallow that reveals a hint of nervousness Todd asks, “Will you let me?”

“Like you even need to ask,” Eric retorts, one firm nod of his head and his cock already twitching at the certainty of what Todd is wanting to do to him. Both their eyes drop to it and Todd smiles, kneeling on to the bed and immediately bending to nuzzle along his length, smiling harder at the way it jolts against his face. Eric is momentarily stunned, as he is always stunned by the ease with which Todd touches him, how natural it seems for him to know exactly what Eric needs, then smiles up at him in encouragement and earns himself a proud smile.

Todd presses Eric firmly on his hips to insinuate he stays on his back, then crawls between his legs, kissing his way up Eric’s chest. He sneaks a hand between them to grab their cocks and line them up together before thrusting against him, groaning into Eric’s neck as he does for a few rolls of his hips. Eric’s arms are up and around his back, and lets out a contented sigh as he continues, that sigh inching over into a moan as teeth and tongue replace the lips against his skin. Todd raises his head for just a second as though he’s considering asking for permission, then bends back down, sucking in a bruise there. Eric swears he hears Todd mutter mine against him, and feels himself stir and swell even harder.

They kiss, lazy and sloppy, their hips moving together in a languid roll as they’ve done so many times before – though always through at least partial clothing, as though that final barrier between them made any difference to what they were doing to each other. It’s easy yet feels so different, and Eric thinks it’s because they’re both really on the same page now, that they both know how the other is feeling. Honesty has turned their rushed fumbles into something enduring, and affectionate. It’s taken them long enough, he thinks, hands greedily skimming over Todd’s hips as he gives a particularly hard roll beneath him, making Todd’s cock slip and nudge between his cheeks. They both blast out a moan then look down as one over the trial of precum they’ve left over each other’s skin from rutting together, and that sight just stirs them both harder still.

Todd pitches over to his side though doesn’t break their kiss, a brief stroke over his own cock before he wriggles to reach for the lube he’d unconsciously dropped to the bed earlier, with Eric plucking it from his fingers for Todd to pop the cap so he can pour some over his waiting hand. Eric slides his feet up the bed until his knees are splayed, then hooks one over Todd’s leg, settling and nudging against Todd’s cock wedged tight against his side.

Eric hums at the first slide of Todd’s slickened hand over his cock, raising his head to get a better angle as he watches him stroke him over, letting out small hums of pleasure to encourage him on with every slide. He gives a particularly louder moan when Todd gives this little twist over his head that he already knows from multiple past experiences Eric really, really likes.

Eric surges upwards, claiming a harder kiss, drags his leg back over Todd then rolls on to his side as well. He makes quick work of lubing his own hand up and reaching down to wrap it around Todd’s cock, and soon they’re whispering encouragement into each other’s lips with slides of tongue and slickened grips forcing out the most sinful of moans.

Todd drops his grip on Eric, teasing a trail of fingertips up over his hip and down over his ass. He slides one up and down the crack of it smiling as Eric hums, then slips it between his cheeks, nudging at his hole, this time groaning when Eric tilts his hips back to meet it.

Todd rolls Eric onto his back again with a firm press of their chests together, arranging his legs splayed just how he wants them before bending and licking over his cock head, pausing to suckle until Eric’s precum is flooding into his mouth. He gives one firm drag of his lips up and off his length then rolls himself back up, lubing his fingers up again with Eric’s assistance then kissing him firm, nudging his cheeks apart once more so he can press a finger against his hole to slip inside.

Eric’s desperate to have Todd inside of him, and shows that need by straightaway thrusting his hips down so he’s impaled on that finger Todd is giving him. Todd grins, mutters soothing things to him about being patient and kisses him quiet with a steady slide of that finger in and out. At Eric’s whimper, he adds a second, and smiles hard at the thankful sigh Eric blasts against his lips as he tries to kiss him.

“You getting a little eager for me there, Eric?” Todd teases, grinning as he crooks his fingers inside Eric, seeing the way it feels from the look on his face, and hearing it in the whimper that falls from his lips.

“I want you in me,” Eric stutters, his feet slipping as he tries to splay his legs open even wider, “I need it,” to which Todd closes his eyes and lets out another groan, pausing to drop his head down on Eric’s shoulder for a second as though he needs to get himself composed. But then he’s back to opening Eric up in all the ways he likes; repeated scissoring of his fingers, occasional nudges at his prostate, and an eventual third finger that on receiving makes Eric stutter out a broken wail.

Todd is leaning his head against Eric’s shoulder once more, muttering there what Eric thinks is keep control. It makes Eric smile; he’s not seen Todd like this before, not with eyes so full of need and such closeness to not being in control of himself. He likes it a lot, Eric decides, lifting his head up to drop a kiss down on the top of Todd’s, earning himself a self-deprecating smile and quiet laugh.

Todd leans to kiss him, and a few moments are taken up only with that, a closeness that is steadying and reassuring for them both. Then Todd is slotting himself between Eric’s legs and arranging him how he wants him again, leaning down to give Eric’s cock one final mouthing over before straightening up, bracing himself briefly with warm hands against his stomach, then pushing on Eric’s thighs until they’re open enough for him to fit between.

Eric shifts a little himself. He wants to watch Todd sliding in to him; he’s been waiting long enough for it to happen and as well as feeling it, he doesn’t want to miss a second of seeing him disappear inside. His legs jolt as Todd strokes his fingers down the creases of his thighs to linger and nudge against his balls, then drops his hands lower, one thumb sweeping over his hole and briefly dipping in to him before it’s joined by the other in pulling him open.

Eric watches Todd duck his head, angle back a little to watch for himself as he nudges his cock tip against Eric’s hole and rolls his hips, until his cock head is plugging him. He gives one glance up to Eric for permission, swallows greedily when he receives it, then gives one continuous roll of his hips until he’s all the way inside.

There’s a delayed moan shared between them, Eric’s eyes wide and round at the view he’s got in front of him and the feel of Todd’s cock all the way up inside and stretching him open. They raise their gaze from where they’re joined up to each other’s faces and give a little smile before they look back down and watch, as Todd pulls out until his head’s catching against Eric’s rim, then is sliding all the way back in.

They watch through another few thrusts, through another few groans of encouragement. Then Todd is pitching forward and getting comfortable, grinning at Eric as he brackets his face between his elbows and dives in for a kiss. He gives a languid roll of his hips that he hums his approval at the feel of against Eric’s lips, the rumble of that joining Eric’s own as he settles his hands around Todd’s lower back.

They keep grinning at each other, stupid and silly, interrupted only by the groans they drag out of one another and the continual meeting of their lips. Todd presses a harder kiss on him then drops his head down to nuzzle over the bite he left on Eric’s neck earlier, raising it again to keep eye contact as he gives another thrust into him. Eric bites down on his lip, watching as a wave of pleasure shivers through Todd, ending with a loud, desperate groan.

When Todd looks back up again, Eric lifts one hand to slot his fingers through the back of his hair and pull him in for a longer kiss, which they keep up for as long as possible until their gasps take over. Todd drops another on his cheek and stirs his hips a little, smiling at Eric’s answering arch. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers at him, eyes fluttering closed when Eric does just that and the angle shift has them both cry out as it feels like Todd is sinking into him deeper still.

Their thrusts grow more rapid, kisses impossible for the need to keep catching their breath in between their continual gasps and groans, with Todd’s hips soon losing the smoothness of their rolls and giving way to erratic judders that unhook Eric’s ankles from where they’re crossed around him until his feet are back on the bed.

Eric begins rolling up to claim Todd’s thrusts desperately, them both building so fast, getting so close that their movements become purely instinctual, with no conscious thought behind them. Todd has just enough sense about him to shift until he’s wedged his hand between them to wrap around Eric’s cock, bringing him to orgasm with no more than a half dozen strokes, his hips beginning to jolt even more at the noises blasting out of Eric and the way his hole is fluttering around his length.

Todd picks up his pace, desperate and needy, staring Eric down the closer he gets. A couple more thrusts and then he’s coming, wailing it out as he grinds his hips against Eric, and Eric letting out his own whimper as he does, sure he can feel every spurt of Todd inside of him.

Todd gives out another grunt and collapses on top of him, pressing as close in and around Eric as he can get. He pets an idle hand along Todd’s back, pressing kisses to the side of his head as he flexes his muscles, grinning what he knows is probably ridiculously at his continual assessment of that wetness inside of him.

When Todd has recovered a little he’s shifting, kissing Eric triumphantly before kneeling back. He pulls out of him carefully, his face splitting into a smile as he tilts back to inspect Eric’s hole, plunging his fingers in and holding them up for Eric’s inspection to show him what he’s done. Eric bursts out laughing and reaches to squeeze Todd’s sides where they rest between his open thighs. “Why do I feel like I’ve just been claimed?”

Todd grins at him, lowers himself back down over for a kiss that turns into another hum of approval before nuzzling against him and dropping his chin down on his shoulder with a sigh and another kiss into his neck. “You have been; though long before now, though, I’d say,” he tells him, squeezing him tight for one more minute before rolling down beside him, and pulling Eric into his arms, content.

 

 

Tainted By Our Choices

Tarred by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.

Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But when the place that became home had the heart sucked right out of it, and all around him were the remnants of a life he wouldn’t get to have, Jack ran, at the first opportunity given to him.

On a bright, sunny morning, Jack sees a face so familiar to him that he knows it better than his own, one that takes him back first to a beach in his childhood home of Tampa Bay, and second to a college in Boston where Jack learned – and lost – his heart.

Tarred by our choices is the story of first crushes, loves, and heartbreaks, and the fallout that left Jack clinging to his past. Join him on his rediscovery of himself, as a chance meeting reminds him of the life he always wanted to lead. Is he brave enough to live it?

On Being Guided

Jason’s recently acknowledged his attraction for men. His friend- now boyfriend, Michael, is helping him come to terms with that.

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 😉

“I’m sorry for being such a girl about this,” Jason mumbles, and instantly looks up at the click of disapproval Michael is giving him.

“I’ll never understand why being nervous about a new experience is something that is purely a feminine thing,” Michael tells him with a stern look, “or why being ‘a girl’ in this situation is meant to be something derogatory,”

Jason winces, instantly chastised, and reaches out his fingers to tangle around Michael’s. He’s not used to this, not used to watching his words, thinking before he’s speaking, and up until a few weeks ago, when he gave into his interest in Michael, Jason had thought nothing of the usual banter that he’d grown up hearing from his father and older brother. It’s been a steep learning curve, and Michael has been a very attentive teacher. In more ways than one.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he says, grimacing to himself. “It’s just a… kneejerk kind of expression,”

“It is an outdated one,” Michael tells him firmly again, raising a shrewd eyebrow.

For a moment, Jason feels cornered, like he always does when he’s said something wrong. But soon Michael is relenting, rolling his eyes a little, but smiling as he nudges himself in between Jason’s legs where he’s sitting, and bending down to kiss him.

“There is nothing wrong with being nervous about this, Jason. It would be ridiculous if you weren’t,”

Jason purses his lips together and nods, trying to believe that.

It’s a few weeks into, what Michael still gets the strangest jolt in his stomach for acknowledging, their relationship, and while they’ve grown skilled with their fingers and mouths on each other, they’ve still been moving the physical side of things between them along at a slow, undemanding pace.

Yesterday, when Michael had trapped their leaking cocks between their stomachs and rolled down on Jason until they both came, Jason had allowed himself to wonder what it might feel like to have something more. The subsequent ache all the way up inside him for imagining that had him closing his eyes to it, and tucking himself firmly into Michael’s side.

Jason and Michael have known each other a couple of years now, forming an instant friendship when they’d been paired with one another in an evening Spanish class and gone for a beer afterwards. Speaking in Spanish is fairly easy for them after all this time, with neutral subjects such as ordering food and discussing opinions on whatever is in the news. But actual, honest speaking in his own native tongue, revealing what he honestly thinks and feels, is an alien concept to Jason. Yet another thing that Michael has been going out of his way to teach him.

So, because speaking is a thing they do with each other now, instead of loaded silences and so many possibilities for misunderstandings, Jason had said exactly that. How he thought he might be ready to take that further step between them. How he wanted to find out what it might feel like to have Michael actually inside him. The moment the words were passed his lips, Jason felt that aching clench again, and realised just how badly he really, really wanted that to happen.

Michael’s pupils had dilated to hear it, and Jason had watched as he’d swallowed repeatedly before he could speak. His kisses had been loaded with want, and promise, and carefully they agreed that it would happen sometime soon.

Very soon.

Telling himself they weren’t going to make a big deal out of this, Jason had mumbled a suggestion about maybe getting a room somewhere so they had privacy for it. Not that it was a big deal, or that they were making an event out of it or anything like that. Not out loud, anyway.

And as he’d packed up an overnight bag, Jason’s eyes had fallen onto the bottle of lube he’d brought with blushing cheeks at the pharmacy, and he’d had to drop down on the bed, clutching his head in his hands, and tell himself not to be such an idiot.

But here they were now, in a hotel much too nice not to acknowledge the importance of what was about to happen between them.

Michael uses the tangle of their fingers to guide Jason to his feet, dropping them to cup his face and pull him closer for a gentle kiss. Jason sighs into it, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist and dropping his eyes closed as Michael presses right up against him.

Undressing each other has become something of a cherished routine between them, with every revealing of skin comes a brushing of lips or hands, leaving them both gasping for more. As always, Michael is the one who’s guiding them to lay down on the bed, and as his hand runs up from Jason’s knee, to his thigh, and rests lightly on his hip as he leans over him, the look he gives Jason is nothing but heated.

Jason reaches out a hand and wraps it around Michael’s cock, as Michael begins a trail of kisses over his skin. He doesn’t miss a spot; neck, cheek, ear, only pausing to give the occasional thrust into Jason’s hand and follow it up with a soft groan.

Michael reaches down and gently grips around Jason’s wrist, bringing it and his other hand to lie flat on the bed at waist level, and pins them there. He’s leaning completely over Jason and kneeling between his legs, and begins a trail of kisses down his chest.

When he’s at eye level with Jason’s cock, he glances up for a second, then flicks his tongue out and over the head, smirking at the stutter Jason gives in response. Michael wants to suck him into his mouth entirely, but already knows Jason’s body well enough not to overstimulate him all in one go. So, he moves on, raining kisses over his stomach, hips, and down his thighs, before pressing another kiss into each kneecap. With light fingers, he lifts Jason’s knees, encouraging him to lay his feet flat against the bed.

Michael presses lightly on Jason’s inner thighs until they’re parted as comfortably as he can get them. Only then does he look up and over Jason, and the look Michael gives him then makes Jason’s cock twitch just to see how much he’s wanted. With another kiss to his thigh, Michael leans up for a moment to reach for the bottle of lube Jason’s got next to him on the pillow. He kneels back between Jason’s legs, looking down at the bottle in thought before uncapping it.

“You know, Jason,” he begins, drizzling the gel onto his fingers, “I still can’t believe you’d never even used lube for you and me started… you know,” then raises his eyes to Jason and smirks. Jason’s cock twitches again, and Michael reaches out to swipe up the precum there, smiling again as Jason judders at his touch.

“I know,” Jason manages to choke out, “I know. But-”

“I’m not complaining, here. Seeing your face the first time I jerked you off with my hand all slicked up is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says triumphantly, scissoring his fingers in mid-air as he warms the gel. “Are you ready?” he asks then, glancing back up to Jason.

Jason sucks in a breath and nods rapidly, swallowing hard. His eyes are fixed firmly on Michael’s fingers as they dip between his legs, and as Michael uses one hand to hold him gently open, Jason’s juddering breath makes Michael pause, and look back up.

“Jason-”

“It’s okay. It’s good. Just… nervous,” Jason chokes out, nodding at him and opening his legs a little wider.

Michael looks back down, and slowly presses the tip of his finger in until the first knuckle disappears, glancing up again. Jason is nodding, so he slides in a little further, and a little more, until Jason’s blowing out a shallow breath, and flicking him a smile that tells him to keep going.

So Michael does exactly that, pressing his finger in as far as it can go. He stays there, letting Jason get used to the feel of the intrusion for a moment before withdrawing it again. He pumps it in again slowly, drawing it back out, then slowly in again, and it’s on the third stroke in that Jason gives a surprised moan that says he’s liking it.

Michael glances up, receiving another smile that encourages him on. He continues stroking in and out of Jason whilst holding eye contact, and Jason’s breathing becomes heavier as he watches. When Michael withdraws his finger this time and he feels him pushing in two at once, the strange, burning pleasured sensation it shoots through him has Jason dropping his head back against the pillow in a thud. Michael keeps stroking into him as though he’s in no hurry at all, smiling at the noises Jason is making.

It’s when he presses in and around Jason’s walls, scissoring his fingers and glancing them against his prostate, that Jason lets out a long, low grown, and arches up, unconsciously pressing himself down on Michael’s fingers with a grunt.

By the time Michael has drizzled more lube on his fingers and is sliding three fingers in and out of him at a steady pace, Jason is a whimpering mess, writhing and shaking his head back and forth on his pillow as his cock strains erect and leaking.

“Do you think you are ready, Jason?” Michael asks, and Jason’s grabbing for him as though he’s trying to drag him up the bed.

Michael shifts onto his knees again from where he’d sat cross legged as he’d worked Jason open, rolls a condom over himself, and with his fingers pumping into Jason to keep him used to the feeling, he awkwardly uncaps the lube and slicks himself up.

Michael kneels forward, lining himself up between his fingers to press bluntly against him, looking at Jason again, to make sure he is absolutely sure. When Jason nods, Michael slowly withdraws his hand, and he’s convinced he can hear Jason’s heart thudding. He presses his hole open with his thumbs and rests his cock head there, but doesn’t move any further until Jason nods again.

Michael rolls his hips only a touch, and only until the head of his cock slips inside him. He bites back the groan rippling through him at how good that feels, because Jason’s stuttering and tensing beneath him, and Michael doesn’t want to rush him. So Michael waits, until he feels Jason relax enough for him to push in again.

He gets a little further in, and Jason’s scrambling his hands out for him, calling out Michael’s name in a panic and gripping hard on to his forearms. Michael stops, slides his hands up and on to Jason’s stomach and rests them there, waiting again. He smiles when Jason unscrews his eyes and stares up at him in astonishment, and in another moment, he feels the give around his cock that says he can press in again.

Jason’s breathing out shallower and shallower with every inch that Michael is filling him, and when Michael is fully inside him, Jason lets out a soft, choked cry that immediately has Michael tensing up with worry.

He leans forward to kiss Jason softly, nuzzling against him. “Are you okay?” he mumbles into his lips, then pulls back enough so that he can see all of his face, to make sure that Jason is going to be honest about what he’s thinking, and feeling.

Jason nods his head frantically, shakes it a little, then laughs at himself. “I don’t know, Michael. It feels… I don’t know how it feels,” he says, and Michael knows he’s holding his breath, tensing against the feel of him buried inside him, not knowing what to do with it yet.

“Can we give it a minute?” Jason asks haltingly, his fingers fluttering anxiously at Michael’s sides, seeming torn between wanting to touch him, wanting to not offend him by not being more enthusiastic already, and just plain scared.

“Of course. We’ll take as much time as you need,” Michael reassures him, before smiling again, shifting so that he can brace himself against the bed better, and starts a long, leisurely kiss, that soon has Jason sighing out relaxed and reaching his arms up to loop around his neck.

“I think you can move now,” Jason whispers against his lips after a little while, and Michael waits another moment before doing just that.

Michael can’t stop the groan escaping this time as he rocks himself out and slides all the way back into him, because Jason feels so good, so tight, warm and slick, and everything feels so right, that there’s no way to not show how much he’s enjoying this. And after a few, purposefully slow thrusts, Jason’s giving that soft, surprised moan of appreciation he’d given earlier, letting his hands drift down Michael’s back and rest around his hips.

Michael rocks into him and does his best to keep his movements even, and steady, and Jason’s breaths are coming out more and more erratic and surprised. When Michael shifts how he’s kneeling, Jason lets out a stifled bark of a grunt, and Michael smirks, knowing exactly what, and where, his cock is hitting. He winks at Jason, and Jason gives a small burst of laughter to see it, then begins rolling his hips up in time with Michael’s, still with that look of utter amazement on his face.

And soon they’re a writhing, moaning mess, lips pressed into skin and glancing against one another as Michael reaches between them and begins stroking Jason’s cock. Jason lets out a noise that sounds a lot like a keening whimper, and he’s glancing down at Michael’s hand around him and up at his face like he’s about to burst with every sensation he’s experiencing at once.

Michael slows his pace a touch because of Jason’s expression, and now Jason really is whimpering, grabbing him impossibly closer, shaking his head, pleading brokenly for Michael to keep fucking him just there

At the encouragement, Michael is relentless, and Jason is choking out, tensing up, chanting his name hoarsely as his orgasm builds, and builds, and builds to an intensity where there’s a roar in his ear and a wave rushing through him, and he’s coming in a long arch that feels like it starts somewhere up at his throat and ends down at where Michael is deep inside him. Michael moans out to see it, and uncontrollably starts pounding into him harder, falling forward, growling out Jason’s name until he stiffens, arching hard against him, before spilling himself in Jason with a deep, rumbling groan.

Michael falls forward on Jason’s chest, and Jason gives a little huff at the weight of him, before pressing an absent kiss into the side of his head. He wraps his arms tightly around him, holding Michael firmly in place for a moment as his heart continues racing, before Michael is sliding himself out and falling heavily beside him.

The moment Michael hits the bed, he’s opening his arms wide to Jason and whispering for him to, “Come here,” then wrapping his arms securely around him as Jason buries himself into his chest. Michael rubs soothing circles into his back and repeatedly drops kisses down on the top of his head, until he feels the tremble in Jason subside, and knows that he is calm.

Michael waits a little longer, until Jason raises his head and looks up at him, his mouth curving up with a smile that is both shocked, and happily sated. It’s at that point that Michael grins at him, leaps up with a lot more energy than Jason thinks he should be feeling, and definitely doesn’t feel himself, and returns with a wash cloth to gently clean him down. Then he’s crawling back beside Jason, pulling him into his arms again, and kissing him firmly on the mouth, all while still grinning wide.

“Don’t know what you’re looking so pleased with yourself about,” Jason grumbles, although his grin has spread just as stupidly.

“Yes, you do,” Michael tells him, raising an eyebrow as he smiles once more. Then presses forward and claims another kiss.

Finding The Words

James knows Darren loves him. He just needs to find the words to convince him of it.

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“You don’t get it, James,” Darren’s voice is low, and tired, and he stands as though he has never lived without permanent ache.

James watches him wordlessly, arms folded roughly across his chest, letting Darren speak.

“You just don’t. You don’t understand that I don’t get good things. I don’t get the happy ending, I can’t just have what I want. I just can’t,” Darren sighs then, looking over at James with pleading in his eyes. James can’t tell if he’s pleading for understanding or to be proved wrong.

“It isn’t because I don’t want this,” Darren adds, and he doesn’t need to say the words. This is them. It’s that thing that has brewed and bubbled between them for what is possibly forever. Or feels like forever. Ever since that first – and last time Darren had lapsed, and reached for a bottle instead of help on a bad day, when he’d been doing so well, not drank a single drop in god knows how long; that’s how long Darren’s felt like this about him.

Even then, in that darkest of moments, especially then; James had looked at him as though he believed in him, and that what had happened was nothing but a temporary blip. Darren has never had anyone show that much faith in him, and seeing it open and honest and there on James’ face had solidified for Darren what he’d been kidding himself for the longest time was just fleeting attraction for him.

“It isn’t because I have a problem with this,” he adds, and now he’s being as clear as he can be, when clear feels impossible, “it’s because I want this. You. More than I’ve wanted anything my whole life. And I can’t have it, I just can’t; you’ve got to hear what I’m trying to tell you,”

Silence fills the space between them for an age, and then James quietly replies with, “May I ask why?”

Darren’s resolve is slipping. The tone of James’ voice that is hurt and looking for understanding crumbles it, because that’s what James does to Darren. He makes him weak. “Because I just can’t, okay? I’ll ruin it. I’ll mess things up, and I’ll hurt you, and I’ll lose the best friend I’ve ever had,”

Which, in a nutshell, is the full truth of it. James has been one of Darren’s closest friends since college, with Darren remembering as though it were yesterday looking up across a lecture hall at the sound of a well-spoken English man, articulately arguing for his right for admittance. Or whatever the words he’d used at the time were. The point was, Darren had smiled at him in welcome when he’d come to sit a few feet from him, and James had returned it, and they had been friends ever since.

But it wasn’t yesterday, it was more than ten years ago, and James has been by Darren’s side ever since. His friend, his confidante, his rock. There through his many failures, there for his few successes, there for everything. How can he risk losing all of that by giving into all these feelings, when he knows without doubt that James could do so very much better than himself?

“And you could get hurt.” James adds, noting the omission.

Darren huffs as though that’s not a distinct possibility. That the thought of losing James, especially if he allows them to just… be… doesn’t kill him already.

“You could get hurt.” James repeats firmly, holding Darren’s gaze, in the way only James ever does.

“Yeah, well.” Darren shrugs, breaking the eye contact, “happens…”

James turns slightly, still keeping his distance from Darren. “I would never make promises not to hurt you, Darren. That would be unfair and a lie. I could only promise to never intend to hurt you.” James’ words are gentle, and Darren can’t help but let the tenderness of them seep through him for a moment.

“Don’t know why you’d be interested anyway,” is Darren’s response, scuffing the toe of his boot along the floor with his usual kneejerk change-the-subject reaction.

“I could list all of the things I love about you, Darren. Yes, love,” James repeats the end of his statement when Darren snorts in dismissal, “because I do love you. I have loved you. For a very long time now. But I doubt very much that you’d like to hear what I have to say about that,”

“How could you?” Darren mumbles, eyes still on the floor, and it’s a fair question. How could anyone as incredible as James; intelligent, attractive, kind beyond anything – how could anyone that amazing love him of all people? It wasn’t possible, not now, not ever.

James takes comfort from the fact that Darren hasn’t run from his words. There was a time when he feared complete rejection purely because they were both men, and throughout college and beyond, Darren had only ever shown interest in women. He feared that Darren’s outlook on life was already carved in stone by the views of his father, and although it was unfair, James felt nothing but dislike for the man, and the way he had shaped his son to hate himself as much as he knew Darren did. In situations such as now, with the full embodiment of Darren’s self-loathing making him truly believe he wasn’t worthy of him, that dislike flared ugly.

“I already said,” James continues, “I could list all the things I love about you. The reasons why. But you wouldn’t want to hear them. It would be pointless to force you to hear things that you are adamant you don’t want to hear. And will reject,” he adds, unable to keep a tinge of sadness and bitterness from his tone. He really has loved Darren for an age; in silence, in secret, at a safe distance. Never pushing, never taking more than Darren was willing to offer because until recently, until an evening where they’d fallen asleep together on his couch and James had woken to Darren staring at him with nothing but want on his face, James had never dared think Darren might care about him, want him back.

Darren’s eyes fly up, pain reflected there because of the pain he knows he’s causing James now. “I’m no good, James,” he protests, “no good at all. I’ve got… nothing to offer you. You could be with anyone, anyone you wanted… anyone at all-“

“You are who I want,” James interrupts, trying to keep his voice gentle when he wants to yell in frustration to make him see sense.

“How?” there’s bewilderment there in Darren’s voice, and he’s tightly gripping on to the edge of the counter where he’s leaning like his life depends on it. “What could I possibly give you? You could have… anything. Everything. But I can’t give you anything, James. I’m nothing,” he finishes with, his voice trailing away as he lets his head hang with a single shake.

“You could give me you,” James counters, “that is all I want,”

“You don’t mean that,” Darren shakes his head again, refusing to hear the words.

“Darren. I never knew want like this before I knew you. I never knew longing, or friendship, or what it is to be cared about. You are going to have to trust me when I say it is you that I want, because you were the first person that I ever wanted this much in my entire life. The only thing I’ve ever wanted in life that I still want,”

“Aside from brownies and pizza and cof-”

“Darren,” James cuts him off, frustration creeping in at Darren’s constant need to make a joke. He knows it’s a diversionary tactic and exactly why he does it, but now is not the time.

“I can’t, James,” Darren pleads, his words quiet, and full of emotion.

“What you mean is, you won’t try,”

“Not if it means losing you altogether. No,” Darren tries for firmness in his voice but it’s marred by the way he just wants to give in, to have James and to let James have him. Because as much as he fights it, it is the only thing that makes sense to him. It – James, is the only thing that has made sense to Darren in a long, long time.

“But if you keep pushing me away. If you continue this… charade, with me, Darren. Do you

honestly believe I can stand it? Do you honestly think I can stay?”

Darren’s eyes widen, and there’s real fear there making his heart thrum away in his chest in panic. “Are you saying… that if I don’t… if we don’t… you won’t stick around?”

James pinches the bridge of his nose, cursing his choice of words. “I am not trying to force you into anything you don’t want. I’m not trying to give you an ultimatum, Darren. I’m just saying, I can’t keep-”

“I didn’t say I don’t want-”

“I’m saying, it will hurt too much to be near you and watch you. With others. With another…”

James’ words dwindle away and he drops his hand heavily to his side. “When I want you to be with me. It will be too painful to pretend that all I feel for you is friendship, and to have to keep wondering if I’m too close, or if I should comfort you, or reach out to you. I am not so strong as to continue to act as though we are nothing but friends, Darren. We are that, we have always been that, and I cherish your friendship beyond… anything. But we are also more. So much more,”

Darren chews on his lip for a moment and then, says quiet enough for James to have to lean forward to hear it, “You do know that I love you back, right?”

For a second, James’ heart soars at the words he never thought he’d hear out loud. Sure, he’s thought he’s seen them in all of Darren’s gestures, the way he cares about him like no one else does. The way he remembers all the smallest details about him, and goes out of his way to make him happy, looking so proud and rewarded every time he makes him smile. That is how he knows Darren loves him, but to actually hear the words spoken is better than any sound he could ever imagine. All he can do is nod his response.

“So, you do know that me saying this can’t happen is because I love you. Right?”

Darren’s logic is annoying, because James can completely understand where he’s coming from. He knows how broken Darren’s opinion of himself is, of how he fears he’ll turn everything good to dust. He knows how frightened he is of that. And he also knows that Darren is rejecting him from a place of love. It doesn’t mean it isn’t rejection though. James can’t see past that, not when he sees, he knows, how good things could be between them. It would just be like coming home, to a home he’s never had, really, but now doesn’t want to be without.

Darren is watching this internal debate play across his face, and James swears he can feel Darren’s heart pounding from across the room. He knows how torn Darren is, knows all the reasons for it. He knows Darren. He just needs to find the right words.

“You say that,” James says, full of caution, “but you are still sending me away,”

“I’m not, James. God, I’m not. I’m trying to explain… I need you. You don’t know how I need you.”

“If you need me-”

“But I can’t need you. Don’t you get it? I can’t rely on anyone. I can’t have anyone rely on me. I’ll just… I’ll fail you, James.”

“You are a most confusing man.” James sighs, rocking on his heels. “What you’re saying is that these… intimacies… that we both want, we cannot have, and that you need me, but can’t have me, so I’m supposed to just be here but not be here with you?”

Darren rubs a hand over his face and a dry laugh escapes his lips. “When you say it like that…”

“It sounds as stupid as it is,” James finishes for him, knowing his tone is curt. He doesn’t mean it to be, but he’s hurting here too.

“I’m sorry,” Darren says, and his voice breaks, his body arches towards James even from this distance, confused by the pull to comfort him and the idea that he must, for James’ sake, stay clear.

James knows that Darren rates his own intelligence very low, and he hates that Darren does that. But right now, James can’t help think how ridiculous Darren is being. How can Darren be saying all these empty words, the things he feels he must say, when James can see written all over his face what he is truly saying? He can practically hear the longing, the wanting, the love that’s there. It just doesn’t mean as much, or anything at all, if Darren can’t manage to say these things out loud. It would be like using his not-so-secret thoughts against him, and there is no way James would ever want to violate him like that.

James decides to take matters into his own hands, or at least, to give them a nudge.

He stretches back languidly, knowing full well the way Darren’s eyes are on him as he arches his neck. He’s not blind; he’s seen the way Darren’s gaze lingers over him, knows when he’s wearing a favourite shirt, or a pair of jeans Darren really likes on him. He knows lust when he sees it in someone’s eyes. Knows ache, and god, does he know want. And he’s seen each of these things in Darren’s eyes, so many times when he’s looked at him.

James lowers his head, eyes pinning Darren’s in place, sure he’s hearing a solitary loud thud of his heart. He stands to full height, and very slowly walks across the room, never breaking eye contact.

“Tell me you don’t want me, Darren. Tell me. And I’ll go,” His pace is deliberate, giving Darren time to consider his words.

“I don’t want you to go, James, I never said I wanted you to go,”

“No,” James agrees, “you want me to stay, but not stay with you. You push me so far and then just… pull back. You keep… toying with me, Darren. I do not enjoy that feeling,”

Darren’s hands fall, crushed by the truth of James’ words, curling defensively into his sides. “I don’t want to hurt you, James. I never mean to do that,”

“So, tell me you don’t want me,” James prompts again, sterner this time.

Darren’s voice is barely audible when he says, “But you know I want you. You know,”

“I do,” James agrees, a slight nod as he stops directly in front of Darren, eyes flicking down to his chest where now he really can hear Darren’s heart pounding out a staccato, “but you can’t keep doing this to me.”

James tries to keep the hurt from his voice, because he knows that it just makes things painful for Darren, but he can’t help that. He can’t help it if Darren has made him so aware of everything about him.

“So. Here is what I am going to do, Darren. I am going to kiss you. I am going to lean in and kiss you, any moment now, and if you honestly don’t want me to. If you honestly, truly believe that this,” and he waves a finger between them, “is a bad idea, well, then. I guess you’re just going to have to stop me.”

Darren’s eyes widen and his tongue dips out to wet his lips; the action is involuntary, as is the tightening of his jeans in response to James’ words.

Again, James knows exactly what he is doing. He leans a little closer, and closer, practically hearing Darren’s internal monologue that goes something like please, kiss me now, no stop, stop, I can’t stop you if you do.

James pauses, inches from Darren’s face, watching Darren’s eyes fall to his lips, his own slightly parted. And then, he does it. Presses his soft, dry lips against Darren’s in one slow, chaste kiss.

He may as well have lit a stick dynamite, because that one touch is not enough.

James’ hands cradle Darren’s face as he reaches in to kiss him again, never for more than a few seconds, always giving Darren the chance to pull away. James can feel Darren’s hands twitching uncontrollably at his sides, until suddenly they’re not. They’re finger deep in James’ hair, holding him exactly where he wants him as Darren kisses back, hot and hard. James’ own hands wind around Darren’s neck and he presses himself flush against Darren, earning him a low growl and Darren rolling his hips back against him.

Darren’s kisses are not gentle; they are ferocious, exactly the kind James expected of him after holding back for so long. He’s been so sure that Darren wanted to kiss him, to claim him for his, to never let him out of his grip again. Now he’s getting confirmation of that, and James is overwhelmed by it, realising that all his fantasies about Darren like this have always been barely adequate. This Darren, the real one, is a furnace, ready to consume him.

James doesn’t mind that imagery one bit.

He kisses back with as much of his own force as he can, his tongue darting fiercely into Darren’s mouth forcing a moan out that flares fire through James’ core. Darren sucks on his tongue, chases it, moves his hands shakily down James’ back to press into James’ ass so that he can grind against him.

Gradually, the kisses lose their intensity, and they lean into each other more in comfort than

anything else. Their breathing is heavy, and lips find skin along jaws and necks before James’ head finally falls onto Darren’s shoulder, and Darren’s arms circle him protectively. Darren kisses him once, long and hard on the side of his head then sighs into his ear, sounding defeated. Finally, he whispers, “I could never have said no to you, James. I don’t have the willpower,”

James nods against him but says nothing, because he doesn’t want to break the spell that is them.

Darren’s hand strokes gently down James’ back, feeling his face flush as he buries it further into his neck. He’s been kidding himself for all this time that James had no idea, when obviously, how could he not? “Then why now?”

“Because, Darren,” James noses against him, “I wanted you to be the one initiating things. I never wanted you to feel I had forced you. That I was using your own thoughts and feelings against you, when you… when you have never acknowledged them,”

“Hey,” Darren raises his head to look James in the eye, “I’ve never felt forced, okay? This isn’t about being forced. It’s about me being terrified of screwing things up. It’s about me still thinking you’re making a mistake wanting me like- like I think… I’m fairly sure you do,”

James narrows his eyes. “Do I have to kiss you again to prove to you how wrong I think you are about that? About me making a mistake in loving you? Wanting you, Darren?”

“Well,” Darren replied, eyes again falling to James’ lips like he’s found a new addiction, “I’d kind of prefer it if you just kissed me for the sake of it,”

And James does just that, slow and leisurely, melting into him.

They break away, a long time later, looking at each other with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

“I’m still not sure about this, James. I mean,” he grips James a little tighter in case there’s any misunderstanding, “I want this. I never didn’t want this. I just… I don’t know how any of this is going to work,”

James shrugs then, leaning in to kiss him once more, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and leaning hard. “We will work that out together, Darren. We will… we will take things as they come,”

“Don’t leave me,” Darren pleads then, squeezing him a little tighter and gathering to him.

James sighs, slotting his fingers through Darren’s hair to cradle him, one warm hand splayed wide around his back. “I never could,”

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Cover As Nature Intended

Since presenting as an Omega at the age of fourteen, Elliot has been cautious and distrustful of the world around him. But he has overcome the obstacles of being an Omega, working hard to make a life that is successful and fulfilling. And that life is good; in fact, everything is looking good for Elliot. Which is, of course, exactly when his body decides to rebel.

Enter his Alpha, Oskar, who is just as reluctant to have his life disrupted, and as horrified by his own instincts as Elliot is about his own. Should they fight the inevitability that is their connection, or accept how right they feel together?

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A New Experience

Meet college roommates Derek and Jordan. Jordan is frustrated and inexperienced; Derek quite literally gives him a hand.

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Derek had never been good at getting the cold shoulder. He’d go out of his way to try to turn the mood round of whoever was annoyed at him, whether he felt they were justified for it or not. He’d spent all his childhood trying and failing to meet his father’s approval, and attempting to judge other people’s moods had become ingrained in him as a result.

He went out of his way to double check and overthink the reactions of others’, fearing their disappointment in him more than anything else. It wasn’t that he was shy, or even uncertain of himself in any way; Derek had an incessant need for people not to be mad at him, ever, no matter the circumstances. Even his little sister’s squealing squad of friends who’d been fluttering their far-too-young eyelashes at him for years before he escaped to college; even them he went out of his way not to offend.

With Jordan, Derek was lost.

When Derek had signed up for the roommate pairing service he’d seen on the noticeboard at college towards the end of the summer term, he’d been both hesitant and excited. It was a chance to live in a space infinitely bigger than the tiniest of dorm rooms he’d been in throughout his first year, and maybe even to make some new friends in the process. When he and Jordan had been assigned each other, the two of them hit it off immediately, trading emails back and forth all summer long.

They moved into their small apartment in walking distance of the college on an awful, grey kind of day, celebrating their new freedom and friendship over pizza and beer and solidifying that friendship with warm smiles and easy conversation. And though neither of them was perfect, and occasionally they found things to disagree on, their lives together were mostly problem free, with barely a single bad word between them. Barely.

Derek hated it when he’d pissed Jordan off, intentionally or otherwise. The slightest glib comment or not thought out teasing and Jordan would stiffen, turn away, refuse eye contact altogether. Derek would then spend hours sometimes, coaxing Jordan back into talking to him. He’d chew on his lip, worrying at it until it was near bleeding, watching Jordan as though staring alone would force him to forgive him.

Their friends often watched Derek watch Jordan in silence, in utter bewilderment at how oblivious the two of them were, whilst nudging into each other’s sides and taking bets on just how long it would be for them to actually get together.

A few nights ago, a crotchety Derek had snapped at Jordan on more than one occasion after he’d come home late from a weekend visiting his parents and not answered his string of messages. It had come out of fear and concern, because Derek knew just how unreliable Jordan’s car was, but his words had come out sounding angry and condescending.

There had been much slamming of doors, noisy unpacking of bags and Tupperware boxes full of food from Jordan’s parents, and aggressive filling of glasses of water, those glasses then banged down on kitchen surfaces with a cold, clinking sound that echoed throughout their kitchen making it seem far larger than it was. And it was at the sink that Derek had finally turned on Jordan, gripping him firmly by the forearms, forcing him to look at him.

“Look,” he began, ducking his head just a fraction so that he was at eye level with him, “I know I’m a cranky bastard sometimes, alright? I know. But you’re not much better when you’re like this. And I was worried, okay? So just… stop being mad at me. I hate it when you’re mad at me,”

Jordan purposely avoided his gaze again, turning his face to stare emptily over Derek’s shoulder.

“Jordan…” Pleading had been in Derek’s voice then; he was exhausted after a late Saturday night and a long Sunday of trying to get ahead on his studies, but he knew he’d never be able to fall sleep if he went to bed with Jordan still angry at him.

“There’s no reason for you to talk to me like a kid,” Jordan huffed, finally deeming to speak to him, albeit in an accusatory tone.

“I know,” Derek nodded, wiping a rough hand over his face as though to re-energise himself a little, before returning his grip to Jordan’s arm, “I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out like that,”

Jordan looked at him properly then, because although Derek seemed perpetually sorry for something, his actual sorrys were few and far between, and at least in Jordan’s case, never said without being meant. Jordan relaxed a little under Derek’s grip, and Derek’s shoulders answered in a slump of relief.

In their tiredness, the usual way they had come to carefully keep a little distance between them slipped, and they relaxed into each other without their usual overthinking. And Derek would swear he never knew how, but that he’d never regret, the way he found himself kissing Jordan then.

He felt Jordan’s lips under his own, dry, and soft, and willing, and then he’d felt himself sigh out in a way that said, finally. A hesitant movement and Jordan’s hands pressed into Derek’s chest, before slowly sliding upwards to rest in a curve around his shoulders. Derek wove his arms around Jordan’s back, leaning him against the counter though gently enough to not trap him there.

Their kiss was long, chaste and sleepy, and to Derek, it was perfect. Perhaps not like the thousand different ways he’d imagined kissing Jordan for the first time, having been harbouring a not-so-secret crush on him since probably day one of meeting him, but perfect nonetheless.

It hadn’t happened since.

The following morning, Jordan had smiled at him with a faint blush on his cheeks, which Derek had returned in kind. But somehow, they’d succeeded in avoiding being alone together, and Derek couldn’t help but notice Jordan’s tone with him becoming clipped, annoyed, and guarded.

He’d been completely sincere when he’d told Jordan he hated him being mad at him, and the thought that Jordan was unhappy about Derek kissing him filled Derek with actual despair. Which is how he’d found himself stood outside Jordan’s room, hand raised to knock but not quite managing to do it. He stood there for a while, rehearsing the things he’d say, and how he thought Jordan might respond, and then what he’d say in response. Planning conversations was always exhausting, and Derek found that the ones he planned with Jordan in particular never went the way he expected them to.

In a moment of bravery, he knocked, his heart jumping at the sound and impending result. He listened as Jordan approached the door, swallowing hard when the door was swung open and Jordan scowled at him across the doorway.

“Hey,” Derek managed, thickly as though his tongue was swollen from the weight of all the words fighting to be let out.

“Hi,”

Derek peered over his shoulder and shuffled on the spot. “You busy?”

“Not really,”

“Then,” Derek’s voice cracked, and after he cleared his throat he tried again, “can I come in?”

Jordan’s sigh was heavy and put upon, as though Derek was intentionally causing him the most amount of difficulty possible. But he backed away from the door anyway, waving him inside and closing it firmly behind him. Derek stood awkwardly beside the bed, looking between it and the chair draped with clothes, and not wanting to presume he should sit in either place. Jordan slumped down on to the end of the bed hard, saying nothing.

Derek’s heart sank. He’d hoped, for so long, that when he and Jordan finally got around to something in the category of more than friendship – because he had been so very, very sure that Jordan felt the same way – that Jordan would be a willing participant. He felt stupid now, and hurt, that clearly the kiss that had plastered a stupid grin on his own face for the past few days had not been received as it had been given.

“I didn’t mean to…” he tried, then started over, “I shouldn’t have…” but Derek’s stumbled words failed him and left him wringing his hands together and fiddling with the ends of his shirt, adjusting the cuffs, anything to keep himself busy.

“I liked kissing you, Derek,”

Derek’s eyes widened when Jordan finally spoke and looked over at him, taking in the resigned, weighted look there and hearing but despite it not being said out loud.

“I thought maybe you-”

“I really enjoyed our kiss, Derek. Very much,”

A new kind of beating took up in Derek’s heart, and he cursed at himself for getting over-excited. “Then why are you avoiding me, huh? Why so angry suddenly?” he demanded, impatiently waiting for an explanation and watching for so long that he thought Jordan was never going to answer him.

“It’s so uncomfortable,” Jordan finally blurted, and the frustration in his voice Derek would have found funny were it not being aimed in his direction.

“Uncomfortable,” Derek repeated, waiting for confirmation that that was what he’d really heard, having no idea at all what it meant.

Jordan answered by waving a hand vaguely over his lap, a heavy sigh blasting out of him as he curled back in on himself and avoided Derek’s gaze, but not before Derek’s eyes automatically flew to what looked like a prominent bulge in Jordan’s jeans.

Derek’s mouth dried out and he stared at it, gawping and telling himself not to.

“I am… almost constantly aroused, Derek. It’s… frustrating. And painful. And so much worse when you’re anywhere near me. Even more so since we kissed; it was like it before, but… but it was never like this,” he said, forcing out the last word so very incredulously then scowling at Derek as though he expected him to laugh.

White noise assaulted Derek’s ears then, making him feel a little light-headed. The confirmation that Jordan too had been feeling something for him was warring with his stunned realisation that perhaps Jordan wasn’t particularly experienced with these things. It left Derek both cautious and excited, and probably a lot more turned on by it than he should really be feeling, he thought, shifting awkwardly where he sat.

“I…” Derek managed eventually with his voice cracking all over again, “I… you. You never said,”

“Neither did you,” Jordan pointed out with a raised eyebrow that had Derek shrinking back in his chair and swallowing hard.

“You ever thought about doing something about… That?” he managed after a pause, in a rush of words the flew out of him unchecked, cursing himself for the blush he felt forming on his face as his eyes dropped again to Jordan’s fly.

Jordan’s hands slapped heavily against his thighs in obvious irritation. “But I don’t know how!” he half-yelled, “don’t you get it, Derek? The reason I never… the reason I don’t… is ‘cos I never have. I’ve never… I mean I’ve never…”

Derek’s mind raced through a thousand thoughts at once, though got stuck on just how very cute Jordan was when he was flustered; it was something he’d never seen happen to him before but would have absolutely no objection to seeing over and over again. And of course, if Jordan was a virgin, there were so many things he could teach him, and he’d be his first, and he’d-

Derek cut himself off, attempting to silence all the thoughts bouncing around inside his head, all while his own jeans tightened painfully in response.

“You could… you’d know what to do, if you tried. Instinct. Or you know… YouTube…” he finished with weakly as Jordan rolled his eyes at him, and for a moment, they sat in awkward silence.

Then Derek found himself standing. He walked the short distance towards Jordan, raising one knee to press on to the bed and then swung himself forward, his other knee resting at Jordan’s hip.

He steadied himself with a hand on Jordan’s shoulder and Derek lowered himself a fraction, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s, his breath catching in his throat as Jordan’s eyes grew wider the closer that he got.

“You like me, Jordan?” Derek asked, so very shy, desperately needing to hear him say it before he did anything about it.

“Yes,” Jordan whispered, his eyes lingering over Derek’s lips as though silently asking that he kiss him again, “yes. Very much,”

Derek settled himself properly on Jordan’s lap, smiling as his mouth fell open at the feel of Derek’s own arousal against his, and which only had Derek hardening more. He cupped Jordan’s face to pull him closer, and this kiss was anything but chaste, nipping at Jordan’s mouth, encouraging it open and darting his tongue inside, closing his eyes with a satisfied moan as Jordan slid his tongue under his in exploration. Jordan’s hands rested on Derek’s thighs before sliding up to his hips, his fingers digging in. He kissed back just as hungrily, uncontrolled gasps escaping in the few seconds their lips weren’t pressed together.

“See how easy you find kissing, Jordan? Instinct. You feel… so good,” Derek breathed into his mouth, eyes half closed.

“This… this isn’t helping,” Jordan panted out, his eyes too fluttering closed at the feel of Derek’s fingers dug in his hair, “I still don’t know what I’m doing here. I mean… I don’t know how to deal with this,” he blasted at him, a brief look down at himself before dragging his eyes away again, embarrassed.

Derek pressed himself into Jordan but pulled back to stare at him intently. “I… I could help you, you know. If- if you wanted me to…” and as Derek had expected him to, Jordan froze, with an expression that was part fear, part want, and part uncertainty.

“Help me?” he asked, his voice trembling, digging his fingers harder into Derek’s sides.

Derek nodded, swallowing thickly, the only sound managing to escape his mouth being, “Mmhmm,” and his eyes flitted back down to Jordan’s lap for another second.

Jordan’s mouth opened and closed again. “I… don’t know if I’d even like it,” he finally settled on saying after what looked to Derek several false attempts at starting.

Derek snorted. “C’mon, Jordan. Everyone likes it.”

“Not necessarily,” Jordan denied with a quick shake of his head. His eyes rested on Derek’s lips again, and Derek took that as an invite to kiss him again, pressing himself ever closer and feeling Jordan’s throat stutter beneath his fingertips.

“How come you’ve never tried?” Derek asked, lingering kisses over his face and closing his eyes as Jordan’s fingers bunched tight in his shirt.

“I just… I just never… I never really felt like this before,” Jordan whispered, bravely claiming his own kiss then leaning back to check Derek’s expression to know it was okay.

“Before?” Derek repeated, his heart thudding a little faster.

“Before you. Before I met you, I never wanted… I never- I don’t know how,” Jordan settled on, sounding just as frustrated as the first time he’d said it.

Images came to Derek then of being the first to get his hands on Jordan, of talking him through it, of watching him come for the very first time, and he found himself grinding against him, the unconscious movement forcing another tortured gasp from Jordan’s mouth.

“Let me…” he whispered against Jordan’s lips, pressing a kiss onto his nose, his forehead, and at a spot just beneath his jaw that seemed to make him whimper.

“I don’t know…” Jordan answered, though tentatively rocking up against Derek as he did, his fingers curled tightly into Derek’s shirt as he avoided his eye contact.

Derek lifted his chin, breathing a soft, “Please…” into his mouth before licking his way back in.

After a long, long pause, and an equally lengthy exploration of each other’s mouths, he felt Jordan nod slowly and let out a shuddering breath in response, resting their foreheads together.

“Thank you,” Derek smiled then, sitting back and moving himself so that he now knelt beside Jordan instead of over him. Jordan let out a long breath as though to calm himself, and when his eyes met Derek’s, they were full of trust, but also nervousness that Derek had every intention of taking away.

Derek nodded towards the pillows at the head of the bed, and rested a hand on Jordan’s arm. “Think you can shift up here a little for me?”

Jordan did as asked, awkwardly laying his hands over each other on a thin stretch of skin above his jeans. Derek looked at that skin in fascination, idly wondering what response he’d get if he bent down to lick it. The look on Jordan’s face stopped him though, reminding himself to slow down, take things one at a time.

Instead, Derek reached out, a thumb and finger resting on the button of Jordan’s jeans but not moving any further. “Can I?” he asked, keeping perfectly still, watching as Jordan gave a hesitant nod and dropped his hands to the sides to clench tight into the duvet.

Derek flicked open the button and slowly slid down Jordan’s fly, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s even as he gave a little gasp at the sudden freedom he felt from his jeans. Derek raised his hands, fingers skimming over his hips and hooking lightly under the edge of his boxers. He leaned down to kiss Jordan then, again asking for permission.

Jordan nodded a little faster this time, breathing hard as Derek slid his thumbs down under the fabric. His fingers spread out and did the same; when Jordan felt Derek pulling his boxers and jeans he raised his hips, allowing Derek to pull them down and off slowly in one go.

Derek couldn’t stop himself from looking down; Jordan was swollen hard and straining, and possibly the most glorious thing Derek had ever seen in his life. His mouth watered, and again he had to stop himself from allowing his thoughts to wander to things Jordan definitely didn’t seem ready for just yet. Derek made a mental list of all the things he wanted to try with him and had to resist the urge to start palming at himself.

Instead, he dragged his eyes upward to meet Jordan’s, mumbling, “Fuck, Jordan. You any idea how hot you are?”

This seemed to be the very thing to say, because the tension Derek had seen Jordan holding on to slipped away as he offered up a shy smile. Derek rewarded him with a kiss, his hand gently resting on his stomach and pushing his shirt up a little, exposing more skin that he couldn’t resist swirling his thumb over.

“This is where I need to ask if you trust me,” Derek said quietly, one hand now resting around Jordan’s hip. He waited until Jordan nodded, then nodded back in turn, taking his own levelling breath before allowing himself to continue.

Derek brushed his fingers gently from the base of Jordan’s cock and upwards, feeling it jump in response and hearing his breath hitch in surprise. He swirled his thumb in a circle over Jordan’s cock head, smearing down the precum already pooling there and smiling at the startled noise that blasted out of his lips.

Gently, Derek wrapped his fingers around Jordan’s length, feeling himself straining against his own zipper at the weight of him in his hand. And slowly, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s, not even for a second, he began stroking him, slow and steady.

Derek could never have fantasised adequately about just how good Jordan sounded, or felt there beneath him. He watched his face, and the way his lips parted, listening to the litany of surprised moans that escaped with each stroke. Every time Derek circled his thumb over Jordan’s head, he gave a choking whine, and Derek smiled in encouragement.

When Jordan involuntarily began thrusting into Derek’s hand, his eyes widened, and he shook his head from side to side against his pillow as though he thought he was doing something wrong.

“It’s okay, Jordan. It’s good. Real good,” Derek licked his lips, cataloguing every one of Jordan’s moves and moans.

“I feel…” Jordan blurted out in a hurry then came to an immediate stop, worry laced through his voice and across his face.

“What do you feel?” Derek leaned down to kiss him, nuzzling against and reassuring him without altering his grip even for a moment.

“I feel… there’s heat. In my abdomen. And it feels stretched. Too stretched,” Jordan’s words came out hurried, and panicked, and he looked down at Derek’s hand wrapped around him then back up to his face, his expression caught between fear and pleasure as though he couldn’t decide which thing he should be feeling more.

“It’s okay. I promise. It’s supposed to feel like that. I promise,” Derek told him, claiming himself a sweet kiss and smiling in reassurance all over again.

“And my…” Jordan’s voice came out shy, and his gaze fell back down at himself. Derek stopped his stroking to see if he would find the words he needed, and Jordan whimpered in protest, which had Derek smiling triumphantly at. Pressing another kiss to his lips, Derek thought he knew what Jordan was meaning, dropping his hand down slowly to cup and begin to play with his balls. Jordan answered that with another startled gasp and a wanton sound blasting out of his mouth, his knees falling open and Derek’s own cock straining hard against his fly for the sight of it.

“S’good, Jordan,” Derek mumbled thickly, fingers massaging and pressing in all the ways he liked on himself, “do that. Open your legs a little more for me,”

Jordan did just that, letting out yet another surprised moan. “Are they… should they feel like that?” he asked in a whisper, watching Derek’s hand as it moved.

“Like what?”

“Tight. Like they’re… tensing up,”

Derek nodded, biting down on his lip to try to maintain some kind of control over himself, taking in the nervous though clearly lust-blown expression on Jordan’s face and not knowing how long he was going to last himself just for looking at him.

“It’s so hot. So hot. In my stomach. I don’t know if-”

“Shh…” Derek kissed away his doubt, his hand shifting back to start stroking his cock again, loving how Jordan arched immediately in his touch, “it’s okay. It’s supposed to feel like that,”

Jordan’s eyes fluttered and his mouth opened and closed, choked gasps punctuating the thrust of his hips.

“I’m going to speed up a little, okay?” Derek asked, waiting again for permission before doing just that.

“Derek,” Jordan gasped out urgently, the worry back in his voice and a tight grasp against his shirt, “Derek… I don’t know if I can-”

“Does it hurt?” Derek asked softly, releasing him for a second to lick over his hand a few times then gripping him again in a slicker hold, keeping up the same rhythm as before but ready to stop if Jordan asked him to, relieved when he shook his head repeatedly.

“Is it bad?”

“Nno. No, Derek. Not bad. Feels really good. Really good. But I don’t know if-”

“Hey,” Derek whispered, pressing another kiss into his lips, “I promise. It’s gonna be okay. I promise,” then licked his way into his mouth, thrusting his tongue in time with the pumping of his hand, his breath catching as Jordan groaned heavily in response, jerking up his hips and shuddering all over.

“Can I make you come, Jordan?” he asked quietly, in between more kisses, “Please?”

Jordan’s eyes were wide but he was nodding rapidly in agreement, his mouth gaping open as Derek changed the pressure and pace of his stroking again.

“Derek,” he choked out, and suddenly that was the only word he seemed able to remember. Over and over he chanted Derek’s name, the tone of it heading straight to Derek’s own cock in a way that told him he would come hard and fast himself later. He kept his focus on Jordan though, revelling in the way Jordan writhed at his touch and his hands gripped knuckle-white to the bed.

“Derek,” he stammered out, a tremble in his voice, and a terrified look on his face as he looked down to watch Derek’s now furious pounding of his cock.

“It’s good, I promise, you’re doing so good,”

“Derek…” Jordan’s tone was urgent, reverent, terrified and in awe. Derek held his breath as Jordan gave one final, jerky thrust up into his hand, moaning out the dirtiest of sounds Derek thought he’d ever heard, and coming hard and hot over Derek’s hand and his own stomach.

Jordan seemed to melt against the bed, his breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and Derek pressed a kiss into his temple, tasting the salt there and nuzzling against him.

Derek gently milked him until his hips began to stutter, then removed his hand, resting it lightly against his hip. Jordan closed his eyes as he forced deep breaths into himself, and for a moment Derek wondered if he’d fallen asleep. But then his eyes cracked open and his hand reached out, shakily grabbing the back of Derek’s neck and forcing him down into a messy, grateful kiss, which Derek was more than happy to oblige him with.

When Jordan pulled away, Derek rested his head on his chest for a second, then placed a kiss there, before sitting up to look around the room for something to wipe him down with. He picked up Jordan’s discarded boxers from the floor and cleaned him up as best he could before roughly wiping his own hand, then lay back down beside him, waiting.

Jordan reached out a hesitant arm, looping around Derek’s shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“You good?” Derek asked, relieved to feel Jordan kiss his hair and mumble into it, then turned to smile into the crook of his neck with his own smile. They lay in silence for a while, Derek enjoying the simplicity of just watching Jordan’s chest rise and fall as his hand rested gently against it. He almost complained when Jordan turned so that they were facing one another, his eyes intently focused on Derek’s own once again and immediately biting back a gasp as without warning Jordan reached out to stroke along Derek’s still swollen length though his jeans.

“Do you want me to…?” Jordan’s voice drifted off uncertainly, and there was a frown on his face that Derek couldn’t help kiss away, “I… don’t know if I could… as good… but…”

Derek would not say out loud how adorable an embarrassed-sounding Jordan was, but he would think it over and over and smile internally.

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling against his lips, “this was about you,” though part of him was aching to get back to his own room and get his hands on himself, no matter how good it felt being snuggled up to Jordan as he was.

“But doesn’t it… isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“Sure. But it’s fine. I’ll… deal with it later,” he added, knowing his cheeks flushed at his own words. Jordan sucked his lower lip into his mouth and kept palming at him despite Derek’s words, leaving Derek helpless but to groan against him.

“Derek. Don’t you want me to see?”

Derek’s hand reached up instantly to cup Jordan’s face, forcing him to look at him. “If you want me, I’m yours, Jordan. And you can see all of me. Anything you want. Anything at all,” which had Jordan smiling again, then raising his eyebrows as if to prompt him on.

Derek kept Jordan’s gaze as he reached down, fumbling open his own button and fly, shifting just enough to free himself and his cock springing out thickly against Jordan’s thigh. Jordan’s eyes fell to look at Derek pressed up against him and smiled, looking pleased with himself, then leaned over Derek and pressed him onto his back, encouraging him to stay there. Jordan shifted to make himself comfortable, propping himself up on one arm, his eyes fixed on Derek’s hand expectantly.

Derek’s cock jumped in response at that look, and he knew from here on out, Jordan would be able to get him to do literally anything he wanted him to. He wrapped his hand around himself, groaning deeply at the contact and bucking his hips up a little without any control over the movement. Jordan bit down on his own lip at that, his eyes riveted as Derek began stroking himself.

“Derek,” he breathed, wonder in his voice that only added to the feeling building in Derek as he quickened his pace, his other hand reaching down to cup his balls. Jordan’s eyes widened and his tongue darted out to flick against his lips as he kept watching.

Derek let his knees fall open, and to his surprise, Jordan wriggled down the bed, transfixed by Derek’s hands. Derek may have felt a little self conscious for a few seconds, but the looks Jordan kept sneaking up at him, and the way he stared open mouthed at him touching himself did nothing but make Derek groan low and loud, completely forgetting even the thought of feeling nervous.

“Jordan,” he stuttered out, and Jordan looked startled at first, but then pleased at the use of his name. Derek gave up any lingering sense of holding back then, throwing his head back against the pillow and working himself furiously. Jordan’s name was on his lips with the final thrust that tipped him over the edge, coming in thick stripes over his own chest. Jordan’s smile was a mile wide as he looked up at Derek with an expression that read nothing but awe.

Derek closed his eyes as he took a moment to get his breath back, but they shot open again at the feel of Jordan swiping his finger through the come on his chest and sucking it into his mouth with a soft hum. The way he darted his tongue out over his fingertip for more of the taste Derek was sure was going to have him hard again in seconds, but then Jordan’s expression became tender as he mirrored Derek’s earlier actions and wiped him down, and Derek felt himself grinning like an idiot. Happiness settled in Derek’s chest at the thought of many more times like this for them together, if Jordan allowed it, if Jordan wanted it, and god, how Derek hoped that he wanted it.

They turned back to face each other, far too spent to begin the conversation that they needed to have, yet unable to keep their hands and eyes away from each other. Instead, Jordan whispered, sounding so hopeful himself, a single request for him to stay.

Derek answered by gesturing for Jordan to move so that they could wriggle beneath the duvet, but not before removing his shirt and waiting for him to do the same. He pressed one more lingering kiss to Jordan’s lips and took a moment to trace his fingers through the stubble at his jaw. Then he pulled him close, sighing with contentment at the feel of Jordan curled naked against him.

 

Driving Distractions

Driving home from a team building conference with the guy from the office who he’s been secretly lusting after since he joined the team, Alex thinks the worst thing he’s going to have to deal with is his own wandering mind. But then the storm they’re driving in becomes impossible and forces them to stop; here’s what happens when Alex gets really, really lucky…

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 😉 and it’s all kinds of far-fetched. Fiction though, right? Always room for a little far-fetchedness in name of, um. Self-discovery?


“There’s no way we can keep driving in this. It’s too heavy,”

Ryan grunted noncommittally at Alex’s words, his eyes narrowed and scowling out of the window over the rain-soaked road in front of them.

As if to emphasise the point, the car lit up white, and the thunder the followed rumbled so heavily they could feel the car tremble beneath them. The rain sheeted down, relentless, a permanent tap, tap, tap against the car’s metal frame enough to set both their teeth and moods on edge.

It had been raining almost all day, steadying only in its intensity, but when they’d set off mid-afternoon from the hotel hosting the torture that was a Saturday team building conference, Alex had been not-so-quietly confident, patting the steering wheel of his faithful truck in trust and ignoring Ryan’s worried repeating of the flood warnings from the TV they’d been watching in the hotel lobby.

Alex had immediately started making jokes about how someone from Louisiana should be used to a little precipitation, loving that he had Ryan to himself and that there was no one else around to watch him fumbling over his words. Ryan’s death glare for his teasing stopped him speaking altogether, however, leaving Alex awkwardly clearing his throat and keeping his thoughts firmly on driving instead.

As the day wore on, Alex’s confidence withered away with the clouds rolling in increasingly darker, and the wind whipping up a frenzy. He phoned Roger, their station chief, who’d been the one to organise the damned course for them in the first place, instructing Alex to get useful information you can present, and Roger laughed at his crankiness but told him to be careful.

They stopped in a diner, watching through the window in silence as the parking lot puddles bled into one another and began to trickle rivulets across the footpaths. Alex suggested they stocked up on food for the road and keep going, still insistent that they’d make it back by nightfall. They climbed into the car with supplies, drenched from the short run between the car and a convenience store, both of them grimacing as they pinched up the wet denim away from their legs, and Alex cranking up the heating a little more to try and dry them out.

There was a near miss when the truck aqua-planed, and careered across the road bringing a sedan coming in the other direction to a screeching stop. And Alex had to slam on the brakes quickly a few more miles up the road, barely stopping in time without hitting the car in front, as the one in front of that one succumbed to the rain by crashing.

The sky remained dark and dismal, and yet seemed to grow darker still as the day went on, and attempts to restart the easy conversation they’d had on the way up to the conference on Friday cut short with every peal of thunder and every squeak of tyre on road, until the only sound to be heard inside the car was that of apprehensive silence.

Another diversion, and Alex gave up. They’d have to find somewhere to stop for the night, no question about it, if he wanted to get them both home safe. The first motel they passed was flooded out, its one solitary welcome sign flickering ominously. The second looked to have no power at all, and starting to pull into a third was the moment the truck stuttered, choosing the most inconvenient timing to break down, coming to a sharp, juddering stop. Alex and Ryan pitched forward heavily against the dashboard with their air being pushed out of them with a huff at the force of it.

“You okay, Ryan?” Automatically Alex reached a hand across to rest on his shoulder, hearing a soft groan as Ryan sat back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

Alex gave himself a two second check over and nodded. “All good here,”

“We can’t leave the car like this, Alex. Not at this angle, and not so close to the road,”

Alex silently agreed, gritting his teeth against the idea of the two of them pushing the car in the pouring rain, both of them seeming to listen extra hard to it and shudder at the thought of getting out.

After a lot of grumbling to themselves, they jumped out and rolled the car to as safe a spot as they could in the pitch dark, dragged their overnight bags out of the trunk, and began a slow, unhappy trudge towards the motel entrance, shining out flashlights to guide their path.

The rain seemed to grow harder still over the short distance, and they hunched in on themselves uncomfortably, neither having particularly dressed for the weather.

Silent, and miserable, as even in their short walk their clothes became heavily saturated and their shoes filled until their socks squelched, their mood dipped even further at the confirmation inside the lobby that this motel was also completely out of power. There was no clerk to be seen at the desk at all, despite both of them calling for a good few minutes, and Alex eventually lost his patience, leaning across the counter to help himself to a set of room keys, tilting his chin for Ryan to know to head back out.

When they finally found their room number and closed the door behind them, the only noise to be heard was the steady dripping of water from their clothes, both of them sighing in temporary relief. Alex threw his bag to the floor and knelt, wrinkling his nose up in distaste at the way his jeans still clung wetly to his skin, and zipped the bag open.

“Here, hold this for me,” he handed Ryan the flashlight to point inside the bag, and gave a pleased sigh when he found spare batteries, then after a quick look around the room set his flashlight down on top of the closet, bathing the room in a strip of light.

“Get changed, Ryan,” he said, with them both tactfully turning their backs to one other, spending the next few minutes stripping down every wet layer with difficulty, and roughly drying themselves off with the towels that had been on the end of the bed.

Bed, thought Alex, sighing softly to himself. He would pick a room with only one bed, wouldn’t he? That was going to drive his imagination into a frenzy with Ryan being within literal touching distance. Ryan had only been at the station a few months, but he’d immediately caught Alex’s eye, and, he excused himself, it would take a better man than him not to notice the way the guy’s shirts fit so snuggly over his chest and arms, and the curve of his ass in his work pants.

Until Ryan, Alex had paid very little attention to the admin staff that worked with them for varying lengths of time, but ever since Ryan arrived, he’d found more and more reason to get himself into the back office, telling himself that his checking him out was nothing but discreet.

Alex closed his eyes, willing away thoughts he couldn’t let snowball, and looked over at the bed, switching to a mindset of practicality. It was big enough for them both and you know, he told himself. Shared body heat and all that. They had both got drenched, were cold, and there sure as hell wasn’t any heating in the room with the power being out. Besides. Ryan had seen the bed for himself and hadn’t commented, hadn’t walked back out again to get his own room key, so who was Alex to make a fuss over nothing?

He could hear Ryan’s teeth chattering behind him, and half-peered over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Ryan’s naked back and quickly spinning away again. “You gonna hurry it up, or what?” he muttered, telling himself firmly not to sneak another look.

They both pulled on their spare clothes as quickly as they could, with Alex gathering up all their wet things without even hesitating, then taking them to the bathroom to ring out, and draping them around where he could. When he came back to the main room, he found Ryan had tucked his hands into his armpits and was huddled in on himself shivering, and felt a little pull of affection for him.

“Cold?” he asked, pointlessly, to which Ryan gave a single, glum nod.

“A little,”

“Well. How about we eat something real quick, then sleep?” Alex suggested, then waited for Ryan to nod and turned to hunt through the bags for their earlier-purchased food. Pre-wrapped sandwiches, chips, and candy bars later, and they were adequately full, and more than ready to try and sleep. Both continued shivering as they took a turn in the bathroom that thankfully still had running water, and when Alex came back into the main room, Ryan had set up his own flashlight to one side of the bed and was stretching up to retrieve Alex’s own from on top of the closet,

“C’mon. Quicker we get under, quicker we get warm,” Alex said with false enthusiasm, moving around to the far side of the bed. With another second to see what Ryan was doing, Alex reached forward to grab a handful of blankets, nodding for Ryan to do the same. A rustling of sheets, a mumbled apology for the colliding of thighs, and they were in, willing themselves warm.

Alex stared up at the ceiling telling himself to relax, as Ryan continued to shiver beside him. He debated with himself, cursing internally for a couple of minutes, then blurted out, “C’mon, Ryan. Shuffle over,” whilst repeating his mantra of practicality in his head.

“Alex?” Ryan said, sounding a kind of surprised Alex couldn’t put a finger on.

“You’re freezing, I’m freezing, we’ll warm up quicker if we’re… you know,” he said, resisting the urge to reach out a reassuring hand to encourage him. He felt Ryan tense for a second before turning a little, the room growing a little darker with only one of their lights shining out, and Ryan was shuffling towards him.

Alex swallowed a little thickly before turning to switch off his own flashlight then spun back, muttering, “Turn your back to me,”

After another few hesitant seconds, Alex had positioned Ryan on his side and was spooned up behind him, throwing an arm over his waist, attempting to seem casual about it.

“You okay, Ryan?”

“Yes,”

“You sure?”

Ryan remained silent for a moment, and then muttered, “I’m cold, Alex,”

Alex found himself pressing his knees into the backs of Ryan’s and squeezing him a little tighter. “We’ll warm up soon. Promise.”

“This isn’t… I… this is, uh… unusual, Alex,” Ryan finally managed to stutter out, his breath hitching and his voice so full of confusion.

Alex smiled against the back of Ryan’s head. Oh good, you’ve noticed… “Uh huh,” he agreed, and reminded himself that he hadn’t been already thinking that, questioning his actions, that this apparent ease he spoke with was a carefully placed facade. “You uncomfortable with this?”

“…No,” Ryan mumbled, but Alex could plainly hear discomfort in his voice.

“If it makes you feel any better, this is an old-“

“I know all about sharing body heat to keep warm, Alex,” Ryan stopped him, seeming to force himself to relax in his arms and even press back a little into him.

Alex shrugged, not knowing what else to add so leaving them both silent, and he soon felt himself begin to thaw out, his sighs shifting to relaxed ones and his eyes beginning to drift closed, despite Ryan still shivering beside him.

“You doing okay there, Ryan?” he asked tiredly, feeling himself on the very edge of sleep.

“I’m still really, really cold,”

“Yeah…you are a bit, huh?” Alex acknowledged with a frown, “I’m sorry I don’t have more clothes for you to put on either. Hold on,” and with that Alex was fumbling the flashlight on, up out of the bed, tucking the blanket in around Ryan who still complained at the loss of heat.

A successful search turned up a couple of spare blankets in the room’s solitary closet, and Alex smirked to himself in mischief before whipping back the cover already on the bed.

Ryan jumped, barking out Alex’s name in protest as he flicked out both blankets and covered him with them, tucking them all around, carefully under his knees and pushing a side in under his elbows, before sliding back down himself and throwing the main cover over them both. He shifted forward again to press against Ryan’s back, securing his arm tightly around his waist.

“Give it a minute. You’ll be warm soon. I promise.”

“Thank you,”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Ryan’s trembles started to reduce, and Alex finally felt him relaxing in his arms before drifting off to sleep.

 

***

 

Even before he opened his eyes, Alex could tell the rain hadn’t let up.

He could hear it striking dull against the motel room windows and splashing down into already-existing puddles that he hoped wouldn’t reach out enough to flood.

With a soft sigh and as gently as he could, Alex slid out of the bed to use the bathroom, returning just minutes later to find that in his absence, Ryan had flipped over, and was snuggled into where Alex had been laying, leeching all the heat from there. Alex rolled his eyes, watching him for a second, then climbed back in as best as he could manage to around Ryan.

Ryan, of course, grumbled at the intrusion.

“Come on, man. Budge up. Share,”

Muttering under his breath, Ryan moved just enough to let Alex lay down and then pressed himself back into Alex’s side, this time facing him. In his sleepiness, he seemed to have no problem at all with being half draped over Alex’s chest, wrapping his arm around and wriggling to get closer.

Alex didn’t object either, only looking down to grin. He might not be able to stop himself from fantasising a little with Ryan pressed up against him like he was, but he wasn’t about to deny himself entirely. It was okay to just look, after all, right?

“Comfy, there?” he said, grinning what he felt was probably a little stupidly.

“Yes. You’re warm,” Ryan pressed his face into Alex’s chest, and Alex bit back a laugh, hesitating only for a second before bringing up his arms to wrap around him, drifting back to sleep to the sound of Ryan’s pleased little sigh.

When they woke a little later, the rain had slowed, but a quick glance at what he could see of the sky without moving too much told Alex that it was still dark, and full of more rain yet to come.

With their phones out of battery and no way to charge them, Alex didn’t relish the thought of trudging out to find some way to fix the car, or get themselves elsewhere. So he laid back in the almost-comfortable bed, and waited for Ryan to wake up fully, smacking back any thoughts of him that were less than clean, which was so much easier said than done with a sleepy Ryan seeming content to be held in his arms.

When Ryan finally stirred against his chest, he rested his chin there and looked up at Alex, bleary-eyed, muttering a low, “Good morning,”

“Morning,” Alex answered, smiled wildly down at him, “I don’t need to ask if you slept okay, since you used me as a pillow for the last couple hours,”

“You make an exceptionally comfortable pillow,” was Ryan’s first retort, grumbled into Alex’s chest in a way that made him hold his breath, and then again at how Ryan suddenly grew completely still.

“…Ryan?” Alex tried, attempting not to sound worried, but there was no response from him at all, which made it that much worse. “Uh, Ryan?”

“Shit,” Ryan cursed out, starting to pull away from him, “sorry, Alex. I’m being inappropriate,” and kept trying to move, only to be stopped by Alex’s firm grip on his upper arms.

“’Inappropriate’?”

Ryan looked up to see Alex’s raised eyebrow, and quickly slid his eyes away again. “Yes,”

“Ryan?”

“I shouldn’t be… sleeping on you like this,” Ryan blasted out in utter mortification, his cheeks aflame with the embarrassment he seemed to be feeling.

“Oh. Well,” Alex shrugged, untroubled on the outside but inside his thoughts whirling up a storm, “I get it. But I don’t mind,”

Ryan resolutely continued to look elsewhere, and Alex grew increasingly suspicious of his reaction.

“Ryan-”

But Ryan jumped out of the bed and moved to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him, effectively shutting out Alex’s question.

Alex rolled his eyes, listening as Ryan worked through whatever morning routine he had, then plastered a neutral expression on his face as Ryan returned to the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex watched him standing awkwardly beside the bed as though not sure where he should be.

“Get back in, Ryan. No point us going anywhere just yet- or catching cold,” Alex protested, turning his head to look at him properly and raise an eyebrow challenging him to disagree.

“You cannot, technically, ‘catch a cold’,” Ryan retorted, whilst climbing back under the covers, keeping himself back as far from Alex as he could. It lasted a second, before Alex laughed and pulled him into his arms, with absolutely no idea where he was getting the bravery – or audacity to do so. This was far, far too intimate behaviour to be having with a colleague he’d been crushing on since first meeting him, yet been too cowardly to do anything about.

“Ryan. C’mon,” he said, forcing himself to sound perfectly rational, “we’re cold. We’re… it’s okay. What’s the big deal?”

Ryan shook his head, and Alex saw that blush returning to his cheeks, making his stomach give a small jolt for seeing the way it spread out.

“What was all that stuff about being inappropriate, anyway?”

Ryan seemed to hold his breath for a moment then let out a long-suffering sigh. “Alex,” he pleaded, “we- we barely know each other,”

“So?” Alex objected with a shrug, telling his stomach not to then drop in disappointment, “we’ve got on okay this weekend, haven’t we? And we’re… I mean we’re getting to know each other better at work, right?”

“Of course,” Ryan agreed in a blast of words, looking at him guiltily then rapidly turning his eyes away again, “but… You- you can’t be… can’t not have noticed my, uh… my reaction,” he offered, blurting out the word so very uncomfortably that Alex had to turn his head to make sure he wasn’t in actual pain.

Oh. Well no, Alex thought, he’d have to have been numb not to have felt Ryan’s cock pressing insistently against his thigh, but that’s why he’d extricated himself earlier, because he’d been doing just the same. He was trying to ignore it. Failing miserably, but trying to all the same.

“Hate to break it to you, Ryan. I had the same reaction myself. We’re guys. We do that. Honestly. No big deal,”

Ryan continued looking away, shaking his head, refusing his words.

“It’s not a problem, honest. No big deal,”

“I disagree,” Ryan retorted with a harder, more adamant shake of his head.

“Well go ahead and disagree, but I’m not gonna be offended by a normal bodily reaction,” Alex told him, and there was enough affection in his voice to make Ryan look up, biting down on his lip as he did.

“You aren’t angry,” Ryan said after a moment, the reply coming out statement rather than question.

“For what? I already told you, no,”

Ryan took the tiniest of breaths, looked away again, and then muttered, “What if it wasn’t just a ‘normal bodily reaction’?”

“Uh… what?”

“What if,” and now Ryan pulled away a little more forcibly from Alex, “it wasn’t just a bodily reaction… but- but my body reacting to yours?”

Alex’s mouth opened and closed fishlike, and he narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the meaning to his words. “Um. Huh?”

Ryan looked up at him quickly then, his eyes mournful, and so embarrassed, shaking his head all over again.

“Ryan. What are you trying to tell me?”

For what had to be a good three minutes – and Alex should know, because he lay there counting each and every second – Ryan daren’t look up, daren’t move, daren’t respond in any way at all.

“This isn’t the first time that I’ve, uh reacted to you. Like that,” Ryan blasted out then, looking surprised at himself for speaking, his cheeks flushing hard enough to say what he couldn’t finish getting out of his mouth.

“Uh-”

“I’ve woke up like that… after dreaming about you. Uh… several times now…”

“Oh. Oh,” Alex stuttered out, and it was his turn to lay very, very still.

“It’s inappropriate,” Ryan concluded in a mumble, looking as though he wanted to curl into himself.

“I… uh…” Alex began, but the words escaped him, and he cleared his throat to try again, “Ryan. I’m not… I don’t… I’m not complaining, here. And I don’t honestly know if I totally understand what you’re trying to tell me,” he said carefully, hearing himself babbling, but then his brain was several seconds behind the rest of his body and he had to make do with the words he could get out, “but I think you might be saying something about… uh… attraction,” Alex found himself to be blushing then, and huffed a little at himself for it.

Ryan nodded rapidly, keeping his eyes elsewhere. “Yes, Alex. I do. Find you attractive, that is. I have… since we all went for dinner at the steakhouse that time,”

Alex’s eyes grew wide at that, his mind going back to a meal they’d had probably a week or so after Ryan had started, and only able to answer with, “I see,” remembering how his eyes had lingered over Ryan when he was stood at the bar ordering a drink, and how he’d strategically managed to move from where he was sitting to be beside Ryan, who hadn’t seemed to object about the way their thighs were tightly wedged together beneath the table. Though they’d not acknowledged it at the time, obviously.

“And I’ve… I’ve never even been attracted to a guy before,” Ryan continued, swallowing hard, “at least, not consciously. Not admitting it to myself. Not- not like this,”

“Huh…”

“So, you can appreciate my… awkwardness,” Ryan added, somehow pulling away even further, which shouldn’t have been possible given the size of the bed.

“I guess,” Alex considered, then shrugged, feigning nonchalance, “still not a big deal, Ryan. I mean. I don’t have a ton of experience myself, either- with guys I mean. But… you’re kind of attractive yourself,” and Alex groaned at himself then, realising he sounded like he was flirting. Badly, at that.

Ryan let out a little surprised huff, and finally raised his head to look at Alex. “I… you do? I mean… you think that?”

Alex thought over his words, checking how ready he was for letting them out, then nodded, feeling brave. “Yeah,” he agreed, and Alex took another moment to deliberately rove an eye over Ryan as best he could in the badly lit room, “yeah. You are. In fact, you’re pretty hot, you know,”

The startled look on Ryan’s face had Alex cursing under his breath for his honesty, immediately regretting it. “Still doesn’t make this inappropriate. I mean,” he continued, allowing his thoughts to unravel a little freer. “Don’t mean it’s gotta go anywhere if you- we don’t want it to. It’s not- not like you’re pinning me down to the bed and forcing yourself on me, is it?”

Alex felt his heart quicken at his own words, and the image that he’d created for himself there, smirked to himself for his own reaction hopefully out of sight beneath the duvet, before catching Ryan’s eyes.

Ryan just stared back at him, incredulous. “Are you telling me that… it’s okay? To… uh… to want you?”

Alex asked himself that very question as though it wasn’t something he’d had very detailed thoughts about a hundred times over. He’d often caught himself looking at men over the years. He might have even had a couple of very drunken fumbles in his time, now that he was being truthful about it. More than a couple. But his attraction to Ryan burned that little bit brighter than any of that, enough to maybe acknowledge that that was what he was feeling. Attraction. Which up until then, he’d done nothing about, and was questioning himself as to why. Especially, he added to himself with a tentative smile, since the feeling appeared to be somewhat mutual.

“Uh, sure? ‘course it’s okay to want,”

Ryan nodded and ducked his eyes away again.

Alex nudged against him. “Hey. Want’s like that. Can’t help it, you know? I’m not offended, or angry, or… weirded out by it, or anything, if that’s what you’re getting all pouty about. It’s not like… it’s not like I haven’t had moments, uh… wanting you back. A lot of ‘em, actually. You’re… you’re kinda distracting, you know?”

As expected, Ryan’s head raised instantly, and Alex felt a little caught in headlights by his stare, but made himself keep speaking. “Just never really… I’ve never really. I… I guess I only recently acknowledged the fact that I was even attracted to men, so, you know. It’s new for me. And we work together, so it’s like… and you’re still practically new, you know? And as much as I really, really wanna get to know you better- as friends… more than friends… whatever, there’s just never really been a moment to just… I don’t know. Say something, do something about it,” Alex shrugged, “never been the right time. Keeping focused on the job’s what keeps us alive, right? Keeps our minds clear?” He laughed to himself then, groaning with embarrassment. “‘least, for me it means that; can’t say it’s true for you when you’re stuck behind a desk all day,”

Ryan nodded, slowly, and his expression told Alex he was thinking, and hard. “I like my desk job-”

“I know,” Alex agreed quickly, rapidly nodding, “I wasn’t saying-“

“Could now be the right time?” Ryan asked, interrupting him, and Alex thought he could hear a trace of hope there in his voice.

“…Now?”

“Yes. It’s Sunday. Neither of us are back at work ‘till Tuesday, ‘cos we got an extra day for coming to do that stupid team building crap,”

Alex nodded, grinning, happy to see Ryan agreeing with him on the ridiculousness that was their conference.

“We’re cut off from the world, temporarily,” Ryan continued, swallowing harder, “we have no urgency to leave, no one’s gonna be able to call us since our phones are dead. We can’t even go anywhere till your car’s been looked over. Is now a right time?”

Alex felt a smile spreading across his face. “Uh. Sure? Got to do something to pass the time, right?”

Ryan pulled away a little at his words, but Alex just pulled him right on back.

“Where’re you going? I was messing with you,”

Ryan let himself be pulled back against Alex’s chest but continued to avoid his eyes.

“Ryan,” Alex whispered, bringing his hand up around the back of Ryan’s neck, “how ‘bout I kiss you? See if we like it?” The words sounded calm, but Alex’s heart was jumping and juddering just at the thought of it.

Ryan licked his lips nervously and his eyes fell on Alex’s.

“Is that a yes?” Alex wasn’t about to move unless he got all the right signals from him, telling himself to keep perfectly still. When Ryan gave the slightest of nods of agreement, Alex leaned forward, and pressed a soft, chaste kiss against Ryan’s mouth. He crooked an eyebrow up, silently asking for consent to continue, then leaned in for another, opening it up a little as Ryan responded gently against him.

When he felt Ryan’s hand come up and rest against his cheek, Alex relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the kiss himself. His own hands explored a little where they could reach, and Ryan gave out these little breathy sighs of appreciation that Alex found he really liked hearing from him.

“How’s that?” Alex asked, pulling away a little shakily with the force of stopping himself before he got carried away, and catching Ryan’s eyes.

“It feels… surprisingly good,” Ryan said thoughtfully, his fingers coming up to ghost against his own mouth.

“’Surprisingly good?’ What, you thought it would feel bad?” Alex laughed, pretending to be offended, finding he couldn’t tear his eyes from Ryan’s fingers, and then asked, “You’ve been thinking about it?”

Alex continued to watched Ryan’s lips as he swallowed a little awkwardly. “Only surprising because you’re… willing,” Ryan admitted, looking up then as though he couldn’t quite believe what they’d just done, “and yes. I’ve been thinking about it a lot,”

Alex smiled, leaning his head down a little to mumble against Ryan’s lips but not quite kiss him, “You’ve been thinking about kissing me, Ryan?”

“Amongst other things, yes,”

“Then don’t you think you should?” Alex asked, grinning, his heart giving a painful jolt.

“…I can?”

Alex’s chest swelled at that, that Ryan would think he needed permission. “Yeah. You can,”

And with a slight oof, Ryan pulled himself up a little and leaned his full weight down on Alex, immediately claiming his mouth.

Ryan, Alex thought, full of delighted surprise, had clearly been telling the truth when he said he’d thought about this a lot. He could tell from the way Ryan alternated the pressure of his kisses. The way he nipped at his lips, coaxing them apart. The way he stroked his tongue into his mouth, and gently moved his jaw to change the angles, with the most satisfied of groans rumbling up from deep in his throat throughout.

Alex was helpless to do anything but let him explore, and loved every minute of it, and soon their groans were accompanied by gasps, with Ryan straddling Alex’s lap and them rolling their hips together. Alex dug his hands into Ryan’s ass and held him just where he wanted him, with Ryan humming his approval into his mouth, as the rain continued to beat down outside their motel room.

 

***

 

The atmosphere in the car on the drive home was a different kind of tense than the one that had filled the car before the motel.

When they’d finally untangled from what was, to Alex’s mind, the greatest make out session he’d experienced in forever, they’d done a strange thing where both had tried to revert to their usual behaviour. It left them awkward, reaching for bags to pack at the same time and pulling away embarrassed when their fingers touched, or getting distracted when either of them forgot themselves and just stood there staring.

The memory of Ryan writhing in his lap had Alex’s brain checking out on him multiple times, and from the slight blush to Ryan’s cheeks when he caught him looking, the thought wasn’t far from his mind either. But they barely spoke, communicating only in awkward gestures, going out of their way to not come into contact with each other when they finally left the motel room.

As luck would have it, the truck started after only a couple of attempts, and they drove to a garage to have it checked out, still in complete silence. Once Alex had been reassured the truck wasn’t going to give out on them again any time soon, they’d got back on the road, driving for around an hour before Alex decided he couldn’t take the tension between them any longer.

Swinging into the nearest lay-by he slammed the brake on, and the second he cut the engine Alex pressed himself across the seat and on to Ryan, sighing with relief when Ryan opened his mouth to him and slid his fingers deep into his hair, gripping him in place.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” Ryan told him breathlessly between kisses, sounding both bold and nervous at once.

Alex paused above him, nudging his lower lip against Ryan’s own. “No?”

Ryan shook his head slowly. “No,”

Alex pulled back a little, and Ryan watched his face warily, seeming cautious about what his response was going to be.

“Alright,” Alex nodded, trying to sound decisive, like he knew what he was doing, “how ‘bout you and me stop off somewhere. Maybe take another night. See how we feel?” he asked, holding his breath and waiting for Ryan’s reaction, full of his own hesitation.

Ryan’s shy smile lit up his whole face. “You would do that?”

“Sure,” Alex nodded, answering his smile, “been pretty good so far, don’t you think?” He chose not to add that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him, and didn’t think he’d be able to drive all the way back without being dangerously distracted by all the things he wanted to do to him.

“Very good,” Ryan agreed eagerly, gripping him with a little more confidence.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Alex said, claiming one final kiss before turning back to the steering wheel with a smile.

After a stop for food, and Alex’s blushing trip for what he’d termed to Ryan as he’d left him in the car, ‘essentials’, the tension between them grew even more loaded with anticipation. Alex let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a motel sign, gratefully turning the engine off as they pulled into a parking space, squeezing his fingers around the steering wheel for a second to steady himself.

Alex had an idle thought of wishing they’d found a better location, but quickly changed his mind at the hungry look Ryan gave him across the seat. This motel room they paid for, upfront, with the clerk looking between them and not even bothering to hid his knowing smirk. And when the motel door clicked closed behind them, the very air felt charged.

They stood, as though put on mute, looking at each other for what felt a very long time, until Alex’s impatience won out and he had to get things moving. “Don’t know about you, but I could use a shower,” he announced, after clearing his throat and taking a couple of attempts to get out his words.

Ryan curled his fingers into the hem of his jacket, and agreed with a simple, shy nod.

“You go first?” Alex offered, rummaging in his bag for a charger and offering to do the same for Ryan, plugging their phones in, then listening to Ryan start up the shower.

Alex let out a long, long breath, and felt his heart thud heavily. How the hell had they got to this? Not, he hastened to add to himself, that he was complaining about it – he’d be counting his lucky stars if he was that kind of guy. But this, this, was like something out of every bad porn he told himself he’d only ever caught himself watching by accident. Hot colleague agrees to a night in a motel with the only thing to entertain them a bottle of lube and each other? It was far too good to be true.

Trying to keep himself busy, Alex tipped out his recent purchases, sorting through the snacks to pull out the box of condoms and bottle of lube, and swallowing thickly at seeing them in his hands, even though he’d been the one to buy them. On hearing Ryan shutting off the shower, he quickly flung them on to the bedside cabinet and scooped up everything else to deposit on the small table nearby.

Ryan walked out just a couple of minutes later looking even more shy than before, and wearing only a towel that left little to Alex’s already overactive imagination. “I assumed I wouldn’t need… that is… I…” his voice tumbled out, and Alex’s heart started pounding, both at how Ryan looked – incredible, that’s a good word, he thought. Completely fuckable was a better one, he added – and how willing, despite being nervous, that he seemed. Alex’s answer was to grip around Ryan’s hips and kiss him, hard, at which Ryan sighed in relief, and pressed firmly back against him.

“My turn,” Alex mumbled against his lips after a while, smirking at how Ryan’s towel now stood out proudly as he stepped away from him. He spun quickly to head to the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him, taking a moment to steady himself against the back of it before jumping in the shower, finding himself being extra thorough.

When he came back into the room he found Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, the box of condoms clutched to his lap as he read the side of the lube bottle as though he needed to understand the instructions thoroughly.

On hearing Alex return, Ryan looked up at him, anxious. “I hope I’m not… not disappointing, Alex,” he began, pushing the bottle and the box from his lap and on to the bed.

“Not possible,” Alex beamed at him, shaking his head, “I mean, look at you,” Alex’s eyes travelled intentionally down from Ryan’s eyes, to his lap, then back up, and Ryan blushed, but smiled back at him.

“It’s not like I’ve done this before either. Not,” he clarified, “with a man. Not all of it, anyway,”

“What… what have you done? With- with a guy, I mean?” Ryan asked, full of hesitant curiosity.

Alex shrugged, and sat down beside him, freezing for a second as his towel began to shift, then realising that was pointless considering what they both intended. His towel slid a little more to expose a large amount of thigh, though still covered him enough to keep him modest, for now. Ryan’s eyes were captivated.

“I’ve fooled around a couple of times,” Alex started with, smiling when Ryan managed to drag his eyes back up to look at him, “maybe more than a couple of times,” he amended, more honestly. “You know. Hand jobs,” and his breath caught at his own words, even though he felt like he shouldn’t be the slightest bit embarrassed, “some fingering. Basically, a lot of exploring,” he finished with a grin as Ryan’s gaze over him as though he had no control over it, then raised back to his eyes once more.

Ryan sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting on it for a moment before releasing it. “I’ve got no clue what I’m doing here, not one. I’ll be completely at your mercy,” he mumbled, his eyes dropping to drift over Alex’s towel.

“You can’t say things like that,” Alex said hastily, feeling the heavy twitch his cock gave at the word mercy, “and you’d be surprised at what you know. It’s instinctual. Has been with me, anyway,” he promised with a smile that was far more confident than he felt.

Ryan nodded, but still looked uncertain.

“And,” Alex added, leaning over a little, “no one says we do anything we don’t want to do. We’re just seeing what we like, right?”

“Right,” Ryan agreed with a forceful nod, then sucked in a sharp, whistling breath.

Alex sat and watched Ryan getting used to the idea of what they might be about to do, using the time to get used to the idea for himself. He wondered if he should pinch himself, see if he was about to wake from some very interesting dream, find himself waking to another day at the station where he surreptitiously found reasons to keep Ryan in his eyeline. But the air was too thick and heavy, and his heart racing too fast for this not to be real.

Alex shifted forward again, and that movement had his towel slipping further, with Ryan’s eyes growing wide as his throat gave an audible quick, apparently trying to swallow. Alex kept perfectly still, thinking perhaps he shouldn’t do anything to startle Ryan into changing his mind, but he seemed to have other ideas entirely. With one decisive movement, Ryan reached out and flicked Alex’s towel away, leaving him the one momentarily startled.

Ryan’s fingers were on him immediately, starting with gentle stroking along his shaft with just his fingertips that then slid to grip around it as Alex grew hard at his touch. Ryan stroked him, his eyes riveted in fascination, and it was only at Alex’s delayed but choked gasp that he looked up.

Ryan grinned at him then, full of mischief. “I assume you realised I’ve touched my own cock on more than one occasion. Kinda know how this bit works,” which just created a flood of all sorts of pictures in Alex’s mind that made him harden further, and the ability to speak vanish altogether.

He did manage to open his legs a little wider though, which made Ryan’s smile grow, and his hand dipped down briefly to lightly stroke over his balls, then back up, wrapping his fingers round him again a little more confidently. Alex found himself leaning back on to his elbows and watching Ryan’s hand on him, taking slow, measured breaths and letting out the smallest of noises that told Ryan exactly how good it felt. He grunted when Ryan swirled his thumb over his head, and somewhere in the back of his mind remembered the lube he’d brought, twisting around for it without taking his eyes off Ryan’s hand.

Within minutes, Alex was completely slicked up, and his head dropped back against the bed as Ryan worked him steadily, the sounds of Alex’s soft moans and the slickness of skin on skin the only thing either of them could hear. Ryan moved to sit cross legged between Alex’s legs, his own towel long forgotten, his free hand coming up to alternate between cupping Alex’s balls, and hesitantly pressing around and into his hole.

Alex surprised himself by the way he writhed and rucked at the feel of Ryan’s finger pressing into him, feeling a clench that said how much more he wanted. He opened his legs a little wider, snorted at the realisation that he was completely at Ryan’s mercy right then, and let himself enjoy all Ryan was doing to him for as long as he could stand, before getting too close to be able to stop himself from coming.

With a gentle tug on his wrist, Alex pulled Ryan’s hand away, sitting up fast and dragging Ryan’s mouth down to his for a filthy kiss. Raising to his knees he pushed Ryan down on his back, flicking his tongue into his mouth as he lubed his hand up. And the second he wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s already straining cock, they both groaned out hard, with Alex tilting his head to watch as Ryan’s cock slipped between his fingers and his legs jerked further apart.

Alex leaned forward then, keeping up kisses along with stroking Ryan for as long as he could bear, and then moved to kneel back, taking up his own exploration between Ryan’s legs, teasing fingertips along the crease of his thighs and circling over his hole. Ryan let out a series of short gasps at his touch, whining a little when Alex pulled away from him, even rocking up his hips asking to be touched all over again.

As Alex poured more lube on to his hand, Ryan raised his head to watch what he was doing, dropping it back with a grunt as Alex lined their cocks up together against his palm. He was soon looking again though, eyes fixed on Alex’s hand jerking them off, their breath heavy, both of them mumbling out encouragement for how good it felt.

Alex shifted a little again, letting go but pressing their cocks together between them then rolling down between Ryan’s legs writhing a steady rhythm against him. Ryan arched up, and Alex claimed his mouth again, mumbling into it, cursing when Ryan thrust up harder, and fought to match his rolling hips with his own. He pulled back to look at him, forcing himself to move teasingly slow, and smirked at Ryan with the dirtiest of grins.

“See, Ryan? Told you. Instinctual,” he whispered, triumphant, bending down to kiss him again.

“Or it’s just ‘cos you feel so fucking good,” Ryan replied with an unsteady gasp.

“I could say the same about you,” Alex retorted with, giving a long, slow thrust that had Ryan sucking in a breath, “you feel so, so good, Ryan. Why’ve we never done this before?” he laughed, then bent to trail kisses along Ryan’s jaw and down his neck.

“We’re stupid,” Ryan told him with a certainty that made Alex laugh, “and I want more,” which abruptly stopped Alex moving altogether, freezing above him wide eyed.

“More?” Alex asked, knowing he sounded like he feared Ryan was teasing him.

“Yes.”

“What… uh…. what do you want?”

Ryan slid his hands down Alex’s back to cup his ass, pulling him hard against him with a small groan. “Next time, I wanna fuck you. Really, really fuck you. Take that hungry look off your face when you think I don’t see you watching me at work,”

Alex swallowed thickly at Ryan’s words, and harder still for realising his looking had been noticed, then felt himself nod, earning himself a wicked smile.

“But right now,” Ryan continued, very matter of factly, “I want to feel you inside me, Alex. I’ve been… fuck, I’ve been thinking about it so much. Can we do that?”

Alex groaned, grinding his hips down without any thought behind it, though forcing himself to breath out long, and steady. “Whatever you want, Ryan. Whatever you want,”

They lost themselves to increasingly more filthy kisses for a time, but then Alex forced himself to sit up, fighting back his nerves and telling himself to get on with the inevitable. “Uh. I’ve heard. That is, I’ve read. That this might be easier. A first time. If you… roll over. On your front. Kind of… tuck up your knees under you… uh… if that’s okay?”

Ryan did just that before Alex even finished getting his words out, arching himself back as much as he could and looking over his shoulder in a way that made Alex fall forward in want.

Telling himself there was no conscious thought behind it, Alex found his hands stroking over Ryan’s ass, his thumbs pulling him open, his head ducking down a little to get a really good look at him. He sucked in a breath, imagining just how good it was going to feel to be in there, wondering for a moment how the hell he was actually going to fit in there, and then poured lube over his fingers, gently pushing one in. Ryan rasped out a little sigh the second Alex’s finger breached him, writhing back on it.

“You’ve got to let me know if I do something wrong, okay? If it hurts, or something doesn’t feel right, you just tell me, okay?”

“I trust you,” Ryan told him quietly, which did nothing to help Alex calm.

With a steadying breath, he continued pushing that one finger into him slowly, waiting for Ryan to relax around him before pushing in further still. He swallowed sharply as he pulled his finger back out a little, eyes wide at the way it glistened, imagining his cock slicked up the same way and pushing it inside him, how tight that was going to feel.

Ryan moaned out beneath him, and pushed his hips back a little. “I need more,”

Alex drew out his finger and added a second, pushing in slower until his fingers were in as far as they could go. And then he pressed, explored, scissoring his fingers gently until Ryan gasped and bucked against the bed. Alex gave himself a mental high five, and continued pressing, growing harder at the way Ryan squirmed and rocked back on his fingers. He pumped them in and out for a few more strokes, then added a third, which Ryan responded to with the loudest groan he’d given so far, arching his hips up against him.

With one hand holding him open, Alex continued to pump his fingers into Ryan, watching in fascination the way his hole puckered red around them.

“Alex,” Ryan gasped, “Alex,” and he pushed back hard against Alex’s hand, seeming to have lost the ability to say anything else.

“Okay. Just give me a minute, okay?” Alex asked, the words coming out scratchy and halted. Withdrawing his fingers altogether, and as quick as he could manage with nervous hands, Alex tore off a condom from the strip in the box, rolling it down over himself firmly and pressing it firm around his base. He took another steadying breath, then kneeled forward, pausing again to put another slick over lube over himself, then resting his hands on Ryan’s hips and pressing his cock against the crack of his ass.

“You okay there?” he asked, shuddering forward at the way Ryan rolled his hips up in response.

Alex thumbed him open again, groaning at how wide he now looked after his fingers had gone to work on him. He pressed his tip up against him, sucking in his breath as he watched his head slide in, at which Ryan gasped, but pushed back to urge Alex on. Alex pressed in, inch by inch, stopping each time Ryan tensed up until he relaxed around him, until he was fully inside and he couldn’t hold back the groan punching its way out of his throat. He took a moment to flex himself, feeling his cock been squeezed by the tightness of Ryan’s ass, listened as Ryan whined for him to move, grinding back against him, and then Alex was gone.

His fingers slid around to grip onto Ryan’s hips, and as slow as he could manage, he pulled out, leaning back to watch himself slide repeatedly in. He tried to keep it slow, he really did. But like he’d told Ryan; instinct. And instinct had him pounding out of control before he knew it, falling forward and leaning right down on Ryan one moment before straightening back up and moving Ryan’s hips to angles that made Ryan moan and grunt beneath him.

Ryan changed his position, spreading his legs a little and dropping down onto one arm, and Alex realised he was stroking himself. Cursing, he thrust in harder, gripping tight, leaving finger marks deep into Ryan’s skin.

“Alex,” Ryan breathed out, and he tensed a little, “I think I’m-”

But Alex cut off his words, chasing a point in Ryan that felt mind numbingly good, and only seemed to feel even better as he felt Ryan come with a hard, short gasp. Two, three, four more thrusts, and Alex was joining him, cursing again and falling forwards once more. He flung out his arms to stop himself collapsing entirely, panting out over Ryan’s ear with a tired, filthy groan.

It took them a while to calm enough to move, since their legs were shaking so hard from the pressure of them both kneeling for so long. But eventually, Alex pulled himself out, and on wobbly legs stood to tie and throw the condom in the trash. He grabbed the bottles of water he’d bought and passed one to Ryan as he rolled over, adamantly not laughing at Ryan’s grimace as he found the wet patch on the cover beneath him.

“Stay there,” he said, returning moments later with a damp towel that he cleaned Ryan off with before wiping away the worst of the mess they’d made on the bed. He nudged for Ryan to move, and together they pulled the blanket down to lay on the sheets.

They lay, taking long sips of water, for several minutes in complete silence.

“So,” Alex started, when he’d managed to untangle his thoughts from his brain, and if he was honest, his orgasm which had rendered him temporarily dumb, “How was that?”

Ryan turned from him to put his bottle on the floor beside the bed then rolled back, grabbing Alex’s face and pulling it down to his, flicking his tongue into Alex’s mouth. “I have every intention of repeating that with you, as often as you’ll let me,” he answered, smiling around his kiss.

“Does that mean you enjoyed it? ‘Cos that… I can’t tell you how good that felt to me,” Alex sucked in a breath, somehow suddenly bashful. With a wink, Ryan pulled and rolled Alex until he was bracketed between his arms, trading languid kisses until they fell asleep.

 

***

 

The atmosphere in the car on the drive home was a different kind of tense entirely when they eventually left the motel the following morning.

They had barely come up for air.

There had been a long, loaded make out session that had started out slow and calm in the aftermath of their first time together. It had quickly built into something of a frenzy, with Ryan pounding Alex into the mattress with a ferocity that Alex could only whimper at, the feeling of being filled and fucked like nothing he could ever have imagined, but absolutely something he wanted over and over (and over) again.

Alex woke Ryan with his first attempt at giving head, which Ryan seemed to like so much that he groaned loud enough for the neighbouring room to hammer on the adjoining wall. And Ryan had later crawled over Alex, teasing him hard with his hands and his mouth before straddling him, and sliding down on to him, rocking frustratingly slowly until Alex couldn’t take any more and gripped tight around his waist so he could piston up into him from beneath.

It had taken them an incredibly long time to get ready, what with sharing a shower, getting distracted when they tried to dress, and kisses that rendered them useless and unable to move.

The tension in the car was a loaded kind of, what now?

There had been very few words between them really, since that first kiss in that first motel, and it seemed to have dawned on them both at the same time that they had hours ahead of them in the car, giving them the perfect opportunity to talk. With both of them reluctant to start.

Eventually, Alex cleared his throat and gave a cautious glance over at Ryan. “You okay there?”

“I’m good,”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t feel like talking?”

Ryan turned to him slightly, a small smile. “I’m quite tired, Alex,”

Alex’s own face cracked into a grin. “Yeah… yeah, me too,”

“Do you think we should talk, Alex?”

Alex turned his gaze back to the road. “Probably,”

“But you don’t want to?” Ryan guessed, pursing his lips together and looking what Alex thought might be either disappointed, or sad. Alex smiled in an attempt to reassure him, though ended up frowning a little and taking a few minutes to think about what he wanted to say.

“When we get back…” he started with, darting another quick look at Ryan to gauge his reaction, “I don’t wanna act like nothing’s changed,”

Ryan nodded but didn’t add anything, silently telling Alex he needed to keep talking, so he cleared his throat, and begged himself not to mess it up.

“I don’t… I don’t have any problem at all with anyone knowing I’m… we’re… whatever we are now,” Alex continued, as cautiously as possible, “but I don’t know what we do now. I mean,” and he shifted a little in his seat as the thought hit him, “I don’t know what you expect either, actually.”

Ryan pursed his lips again, obviously thinking, reaching out almost absently to take Alex’s hand in his grip, then stroking a thumb over the back of it, which Alex loved.

“I don’t wanna pretend like this whole thing never happened,” Ryan said, equally cautious, glancing over at Alex to see how he received his words and smiling in relief when he winked back at him, “and I very much want to have sex with you again,” Ryan added with a finality that suggested Alex had better agree, or else. He did, readily, squeezing Ryan’s hand in reassurance.

“Me too, Ryan. Just try and stop me,” he turned to wink at him, and Ryan blushed, looking away. “Just… not to be jumping the gun or anything. But I can’t promise to be any good at relationship stuff. Kinda suck at that,” Alex groaned, feeling his shoulders drop at the admission.

“And we work together,” Ryan added, frowning a little himself.

“And we work together,” Alex repeated, wondering how the hell they were supposed to navigate that? Or even how he’d keep his hands off Ryan in the office now he’d had all that skin against his palms.

Ryan nodded, thoughtful. ““I would be… uncomfortable. If… if we were to keep doing this and still see other people. I’ve got… I’ve got no problem us keeping this just between us for a while; in fact, it’s probably a good idea while we figure this out. But I don’t… I don’t want there to- to be anyone else in the equation, here. It’s… I don’t want that at all,”

Alex thought that a solemn Ryan sounded cute beyond all measure, but didn’t see the need to tell him that. “So, what you’re saying, Ryan, is that you want me to yourself, huh?” Alex concluded with him unable to hold back his smile, squeezing Ryan’s hand as he spoke.

“I understand if that’s a bit too much,” Ryan sighed, looking down at their joined hands, which Alex squeezed again, asking him to look back up.

“Ryan. Seriously. Any idea the last I had sex with someone? Before you?” he grinned, stopping Ryan from whatever he was about to say. Ryan shook his head, and Alex paused for a second to think about it himself, then laughed. “Me neither. Months, I guess. Not exactly been interested,”

“But you are interested. In me,” Ryan asked, for clarification, biting down on his lip.

“Hell, yeah. I’m all kinds of interested in you. There’s… there’s so much we… yeah. I’m interested, Ryan,” he settled for, and Ryan seemed to consider his words, find himself happy with what he heard.

“So. It doesn’t need to be complicated. We can… we can take it one step at a time. Right?” Ryan asked, turning to him shyly, but with an expectant expression on his face.

Alex looked back at him, smiling easily. “Alright. Sounds good to me. One step at a time, right?”

“Agreed.”

“I can’t promise I won’t mess up,” He warned, looking back to the road, worry on his face.

“Neither can I. Alex,” Ryan laughed, shifting in his seat, both of them fidgety and on edge, “let’s just… see what happens. Not- not force each other into anything we’re not ready for. Just… see how it goes,”

Alex squeezed his hand again, feeling himself relax. And then, “So that’s it?” Alex he asked, disbelievingly, leaving Ryan looking back at him, silently asking what he meant. “I mean. This whole thing kinda happened by accident. Which I am not complaining about,” he hastened to add. “But. I’m not used to things going… easy,”

Ryan shrugged, staring out of the window. “Me neither. Maybe we get an ‘easy’ now and then, sometimes,”

Alex gave a short huh before they grew silent again, and then to Ryan’s surprise they were pulling over.

“Alex,”

“Shh…”

And Alex was leaning over to Ryan, sighing a kiss into his mouth.

Ryan groaned, wrapping his arms to loop around Alex’s neck and chasing his tongue.

“Alex,” he mumbled between kisses, biting a little at Alex’s lips and enjoying the way he gasped at that, “Can I tell you what I want, Alex?”

“Sure,” Alex breathed into his skin, mentally calculating how much longer it would take them to get home.

“I want you on top of me. And I want you… on my cock. And I want you… in my hand,”

Alex whined a little at the image that gave him and the way he strained against his zip.

“Can we do that, Alex? Can we do that now?”

Here?” Alex asked in surprise, as though the idea of having sex in a car had never occurred to him before.

“There’s ample room your back seat,” Ryan reasoned, sliding his hands all over him greedily.

“I don’t know about ample,” Alex started, quickly kissing away the grumble from Ryan’s lips, “but we’ll give it a go. Something, anyway,” he added at the look on Ryan’s face.

Not taking his eyes from Alex, Ryan started unbuttoning his jeans and stroking himself to get Alex’s full attention. It worked.

“You,” Alex growled, leaning once more to kiss him, “back seat. Now,”

Ryan grinned at him triumphantly for a second then scrambled into the back seat quickly with Alex following him right behind.

“If you won’t let me fuck you here, Alex,” and the obscenity on Ryan’s lips hit Alex hard with lust, “then I am going to at least taste you,”

In what felt like one single move, Ryan unzipped him, pulled down his jeans and boxers, yanked off his jacket and pushed up his shirt. And then was down, licking along Alex’s length before sucking on his head with a hungry moan.

It was all that Alex could do to hold on to something, anything he could grab, bracing himself back against the window and one hand at the headrest, as Ryan swallowed him down, his hands pressed Alex’s legs open and preventing him from moving around too much. The noises Ryan made just added to the build Alex felt in his gut, and all he could do was grunt and gasp in response.

But then Ryan was moving and kneeling half on the seat and half on the floor. “I need to come too,” he said anxiously as he unzipped himself. Alex’s eyes flew to where Ryan sprung free and he reached out for him, gripping him firmly and smiling as Ryan rocked into his hand.

“Come here,” Alex muttered, angling himself to line their cocks up together. Ryan looked down to Alex’s hand as he stroked them, lacing his fingers in the gaps between to join him. They both watched for a minute and then Alex picked up the pace, with Ryan pushing up their shirts out of the way to give them a better view. Faster and faster became the slap of their skin, thrusting up into the circle of their hands with increasingly desperate grunts, urging each other on with filthy encouragement.

“Come for me, Ryan,” Alex whispered when he knew he was close, and he did, seconds before Alex, both moaning into each other’s mouths and feeling their come grow cold on their chests. With smiles pressed to lips and hums of sated approval they sprawled out on the back seat to catch their breath, laughing when they realised they had nothing to clean themselves down with.

 

***

 

The drive had been significantly lengthened by frequent make out stops, and there had been discussions about boundaries they carefully agreed on together for this very new development in their relationship. By the time they were almost back, the atmosphere had again shifted, this time to nothing but wanting. About five miles out, Ryan idly began tracing his fingers over Alex’s thigh before reaching to stroke along his length through his jeans, pinching his way along the growing swell there until Alex growled that he’d be driving them off the road if he didn’t stop.

Ryan did stop, for all of a minute, then pulled Alex’s hand between his own legs, tracing Alex’s fingertips over his own straining fly instead.

“Come to mine,” Alex growled, his breath catching at Ryan’s easy agreement, squeezing around his length in reward.

A few minutes later, Alex threw the car into his parking spot a lot less smooth than usual, taking barely a second between pulling on the brake and grabbing Ryan roughly into his lap to grind up against.

Ryan’s hands were up and under Alex’s shirt immediately, straight to running his fingernails over Alex’s nipples after very recently discovering how much Alex liked that. And a little later still, once they’d managed to get themselves to Alex’s bedroom, Alex arched his back leisurely, leaning up into Ryan’s kiss and stroking a lazy hand down his back as Ryan rocked into him.

Ryan moaned against his lips, before shifting his hold on Alex to angle his hips and drift his hands up the back of Alex’s thighs, holding his knees high and as far apart as he could. He thrusted hard, once, smiling at Alex’s answering groan, pulling out slowly before doing it again, and again, forcing out noises from Alex that he couldn’t get enough of.

Reaching down between them, Ryan rubbed his palm over Alex’s cock head, smearing the precum there down his shaft and stroking him in time to his thrusts as Alex fell apart beneath him, groaning out brokenly as he came.

Ryan chased down his own orgasm, then collapsed on top of him, thoroughly spent. When his breath was back, and he’d tied off the condom, he climbed back on to the bed, pulled Alex into his arms, and told him he’d be staying the night, then promptly fell asleep, leaving Alex to grin to himself at just how lucky he’d gotten, before snuggling back against him and falling asleep himself.

 

 

Tainted By Our Choices

Tarred by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.

Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But when the place that became home had the heart sucked right out of it, and all around him were the remnants of a life he wouldn’t get to have, Jack ran, at the first opportunity given to him.

On a bright, sunny morning, Jack sees a face so familiar to him that he knows it better than his own, one that takes him back first to a beach in his childhood home of Tampa Bay, and second to a college in Boston where Jack learned – and lost – his heart.

Tarred by our choices is the story of first crushes, loves, and heartbreaks, and the fallout that left Jack clinging to his past. Join him on his rediscovery of himself, as a chance meeting reminds him of the life he always wanted to lead. Is he brave enough to live it?

As Nature Intended

When you first learn that you are an Omega, you learn all sorts of things you never imagined you would need to know when you were growing up. The essentials: Heat suppressants, scent masking, how to handle an Alpha that is scenting you, and of course, the laws that are in place to protect you, in a society that is accepting and progressive, yet still has elements of its attitudes stuck firmly in the past. You also learn that through no fault of your own, or conscious effort, it is possible for an Omega to adjust their body chemistry, to make themselves ready to do what some feel is their sole purpose in life: to breed.

Presenting as an Omega at the age of fourteen, Elliot has grown up cautious, distrustful of the world around him, yet determined to live a fulfilling life in spite of that. He is successful at work, has recently moved into a new apartment, and everything in his world appears to be falling into place. Which is, of course, exactly when his body decides to rebel, forcing ideas and urges into Elliot that he has spent his life trying to deny.

Enter reluctant Alpha, Oskar; as adamant as Elliot that he will not have his life disrupted by what he is, and just as horrified by his instincts as Elliot is finding himself about his own. Should they fight the inevitability that is their bond, that need they have for one another that will not get them a moment’s respite, or give in to just how easy, and effortless it feels between them?

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No Special Occasion

Mark and Rob have an evening together with nothing to enjoy other than each other…

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 😉

This was no special occasion. Not an anniversary, or an oops, I’ve pissed you off, let me make it up to you. Or even an I’ve had a bad day, I need to feel you close to me. Just an intimate kind of evening with nothing to concentrate on but themselves.

Mark returned from his shower to find Rob asleep on their bed, one hand curled underneath the corner of Mark’s pillow and the other creeping forward across the sheets. Mark smiled; sleeping Rob wasn’t peaceful, or younger looking, or any of the things people normally said about their favourite people when they were resting. He was just resting, and Mark loved nothing more than seeing Rob taking any kind of rest, because it was such a rare thing for him to do. No one worked harder than Rob did, Mark was sure of it, or even biased about it, but either way he didn’t care. Rob was resting, and that was good enough for him.

Rob stood for a moment longer, then silently padded up to his side of the bed barefoot, slowly lifting off the oversized long sleeved shirt he was wearing and reaching to loop it over the back of a chair.

Gently lowering himself onto the bed, he did his best not to jostle Rob too much, keeping himself a little towards the edge as he swung his feet up and stretched his legs out. He turned, very slightly, picking up his book from the bedside table and wincing as the rustle of pages seemed too loud to his ears, in the silence of their room. Satisfied that Rob hadn’t stirred, he turned his attention back to the words before him, quickly familiarising himself with where he was in the story plot and losing himself in it.

A soft sigh a little while later announced Rob’s waking up, his fingers pausing as they stroked across the sheet and came into contact with Mark’s thigh. He raised his head, eyes drowsy and unfocused before coming to rest on Mark’s face.

“Hey,” he mumbled, yawning and giving the smallest of stretches, before rolling forward and pressing his nose against Mark’s hip, a hand slung over and resting just above his opposite knee.

Mark smiled down at him, slotting his bookmark between the pages and pushing the book back onto the cabinet before lightly running both his hands through the back of Rob’s hair. Rob arched against his fingers, humming in approval. “How long’ve I been out?” he asked with another yawn before nuzzling against him.

“Maybe an hour,”

“Come here,” Rob beckoned, slotting a finger through Mark’s belt loop and tugging, insinuating Mark lay beside him. Mark slid until his own head was on his pillow resting just over Rob’s hand, and turned briefly to press a kiss to the back of it.

Rob gave out a small hum of approval as his fingers brushed over Mark’s naked skin, stroking down his back and rolling closer towards him. Drawing his hand back from Mark’s pillow, Rob wrenched up his own shirt a little so that he could press his now-naked stomach against Mark’s, and sighed, content, wrapping his arm back around him.

Mark smiled a kiss against Rob’s forehead and slipped his fingers up the back of Rob’s shirt, resting them there.

“Better,” Rob mumbled against Mark’s lips, closing his eyes again, and they lay there without knowing the time, trading soft, occasional kisses as they breathed each other in.

Rob pressed a short series of tiny kisses against Mark’s lips then, and at the same time spread his hand wide to touch as much of Mark’s bare skin at once as he could. He slid his hand down Mark’s side slowly, then moved back just enough so that his thumb could drop down between them to run over Mark’s stomach.

Mark smiled against his mouth, lightly massaging his own fingers into Rob’s back. He opened up the kiss a little, though keeping it lazy, with Rob sliding his hand slowly up the length of Mark’s back again to come to rest between his shoulder blades, holding him close.

And as their slow kisses continued unhurried, Rob continued stroking over as much of Mark’s skin as he could get to, first dipping down low to the small of Mark’s back, then up over his shoulders, trailing his fingers along the edge of his ribs and rolling back a little so that he had room to brush the lightest of touches up and over a nipple, earning him a breathier yet still gentle kiss.

Rob kissed the corner of Mark’s mouth, the edge of his jaw, a patch on his neck, his collarbone, working his head lower until he could flick his tongue over Mark’s nipples and gently catch them in his teeth in turn. Mark hummed, trailing his own fingers in absent patterns over his back.

When Rob raised his head again, he claimed another kiss, this one the tiniest bit harder than before, though still unhurried. Mark stroked his fingers up under Rob’s shirt again, hooking his thumb on the outside to show Rob what he wanted. Together they pulled Rob’s shirt up and over his head, and Mark’s eyes lit up to see him, rolling forward to press Rob down on his back.

Mark kissed his way up from the dip of Rob’s shoulder, all the way up his neck and under his jaw, before reaching Rob’s mouth. Rob sighed against him, his hands around Mark’s hips and moving him so that Mark was straddling his lap and resting on his forearms either side of his head, settling directly over him.

Mark flicked his tongue against Rob’s lips, forcing a pleased gasp out of him in response, shuffling closer still until they were pressed together at every point. Mark smiled at that, moving his hand a fraction so he could trace his thumb along the stubble of Rob’s jaw.

Mark stared at Rob with a wide, blissful smile, his fingers drumming lightly along Rob’s cheek. He nosed Rob’s jaw to one side to mouth along his neck, and just under his chin where he knew would make Rob smile. He nuzzled his way back up through Rob’s stubble before kissing him again, open, and long.

“Are you still tired?” Mark asked, kisses now to Rob’s cheeks, his nose, his closed eyes.

Rob’s hands slid up Mark’s sides, tracing the outline of his shoulder blades. “Nope. Not tired at all. Didn’t even mean to fall asleep,”

“So you’ve no objection to me keeping kissing you?” Mark prompted, though not actually making any effort to pause at all.

Rob rolled his hips up the smallest of rolls and angled his mouth towards him in invitation. “Please do…”

“Good,” Mark breathed, before licking his way into Rob’s mouth, smiling as he sighed out lengthy and content. And then Mark really did kiss Rob, his lips barely leaving his skin for a second. He started at his mouth, working his way down the dip under his lip, his chin, all along the length of his neck down to his collarbone before he had to shift lower, which he did in a deliberate, slow slide so that they brushed against one another. He bit down on Rob’s left pec, swirling his tongue over the mark he left there before sucking on a nipple, and repeating the entire thing with his right.

Mark kissed his sternum, each rib, down to the slightly softer flesh of his belly, all while slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans so that he could nose his way into them. He pressed the tip of his nose into Rob’s belly button and raised his head, knowing he’d see Rob laughing at that, before lightly hooking his fingers along the line of Rob’s boxers and slowly pulling both them and his jeans down.

Rob helped, raising his hips to free him of his clothes, sighing and pliant as Mark slowly pulled them down. Mark’s kisses continued with the slow exposing of skin; front of hip, top of thigh, dip at top of kneecap, a light lick to the back of the knee that made Rob jump for the tickle of it, a tiny bite against his calf, and a final kiss into his inner ankle until he could pull the jean legs completely free. Then Mark worked in reverse back up Rob’s other leg, moving to lay between them, eventually stopping to press a series of kisses into Rob’s stomach. He raised himself to rest his chin there, smiling up at Rob for a moment and receiving a wink and fingers slotted back through his hair.

Mark started kissing his way back down again, nuzzling into the hair around Rob’s base, kissing his way up Rob’s length so slowly that Rob started out barely stirring, but on his way to almost completely hard by the time Mark’s lips pressed against his tip.

Mark raised his head again to smile up at Rob, catching the slightly open-mouthed smile there, then licked firmly once over Rob’s head, keeping eye contact. Rob sucked in a breath in anticipation, his fingers still running through Mark’s hair, then coming to rest on his shoulders and drumming there once to get his attention.

Mark stopped, looking up in question.

“Come up here,”

Rob patted his own thighs, silently asking Mark to sit on him. Mark did, looping one leg over and then the other, running his hands up Rob’s chest as he sat up. Rob reached his hands up to grip Mark’s face, leaning up to kiss him, smiling against his lips.

Rob reached out and slowly undid Mark’s jeans, sliding his hands in the back at first to cup his ass. He ran his hands there a while, moulding them in time with the flicking of his tongue into Mark’s mouth, then brushed his fingertips around to the front of Mark’s jeans, lightly enough to make Mark shudder.

Rob slid a hand inside Mark’s boxers where he was already half-hard, and Mark groaned, arching up his neck, which Rob took full advantage of by biting lightly down on his pulse point there, laving his tongue over the marks he left behind.

Rob circled a thumb over Mark’s head and grinned at the small stutter he answered with, then dipped his hand back in, stroking him, teasingly slow from base to tip, with another circle over his head on every up stroke.

“Let’s get these off,” Rob whispered against Mark’s lips, fingers inside the waistband of Mark’s boxers and pulling. He pulled them down as far as he could, before Mark shifted backwards and knelt his way off the bed, pulling down his boxers and jeans in one go, then crawling back and leaning over Rob for a kiss.

Rob patted to his side, and Mark laid down there beside him, running a hand over his hip. Rob cupped his face to kiss him and pressed himself forward, before dipping his hand back down and lightly gripping them both in his palm.

Mark moaned, thrusting up into his hand, feeling Rob smile against his lips. And Rob stroked them both, going back to his slow and lengthy attention that he’d given just to Mark moments before. Their kisses remained slow, stuttering, missing and half-missing when a gasp of pleasure caught.

Mark gave a small hum against Rob’s lips, pressing another kiss against him before dipping his head a little with a smile.

“What?” Rob asked in a whisper, his rhythm not changing and still pressing his lips lightly against Mark’s when he could.

“Nothing,” Mark shrugged a little, lifting his eyes to Rob’s before they dropped again, “I like watching when you do this.”

“Oh yeah?” Rob asked, smiling, deliberately running a slow thumb over each of their heads and slicking them both back down, continuing his long, slow strokes.

“Mm,” is all Mark managed, all his concentration elsewhere.

“Anything you like seeing in particular?” Rob asked, feeling himself harden a little more under Mark’s gaze. Mark lifted his head to look at him then with a knowing smile.

“All of it,” Mark replied quietly, “I like it when we’re leaking and you slick it down over us, and when you grip just here,” he moved his hand to show Rob, just at the dip beneath his head, humming as he pressed his own thumb there, “and stroke your thumb up over here,” he added, running his own fingers over Rob’s slit and making him shudder, “I enjoy seeing – and feeling – it all,”

Rob continued his long, slow stroking with both of them focusing their gaze on his hand, the occasional jolt of their hips surging them forward and interrupting their kisses with increasingly filthier moans.

“You wanna just keep doing this?” Rob whispered against his lips, which made Mark smile, then shake his head, looking down and thrusting into Rob’s hand a couple of times more and groaning, then pulling Rob’s hand away from them and resting it on his hip. They laid side by side, rolling forward so their cocks were still gliding over each other, letting out moans of encouragement, between stuttered kisses.

“No,” Mark finally replied, chasing Rob’s tongue around his mouth a little, “I need you,”

“Oh yeah?” Rob repeated, a little thickly as he thrust against him a little harder, “I’m all yours,” which pleased Mark no end, and Rob was rewarded with a deeper kiss as well as a quick, light stroke along his length before Mark pressed on Rob’s hip and rolled him on to his back, moving with him to kneel between his legs.

Mark positioned Rob just how he wanted him; feet flat on the bed and knees up either side of him, splayed open. Mark shifted down, kissing his knee, and all along his inner thigh, all while pushing Rob’s knees further apart. He bent further, taking just Rob’s head into his mouth and sucking hard and moaning as his mouth filled with precum, then lapped along his slit, humming then as Rob jolted beneath him. He opened his mouth around him and took him in, hollowing his cheeks a couple of times in a hard suck then pulled off him and bent for a final lick over his head, then knelt up, bracing himself on Rob’s parted knees.

Mark tapped Rob’s thigh and Rob watched as Mark slid off the bed, hands resting on Rob’s hips. Rob moved with him willingly, until he was closer to the edge of the bed, and Mark was on his knees on the floor.

Mark leaned over, running his hands up the back of Rob’s thighs so that he raised his legs for him. “Hold yourself open,” he said, and Rob slid his hands behind his knees, pulling them wide.

Mark pressed his hands either side of Rob’s hole, and pushed them slowly apart to expose him. He dipped his head, licking his way in, smiling at the way Rob’s thighs clenched and a gasp escaped his lips.

Mark swirled his tongue into him, circling for a beat, pressing in, circling again, pressing further, until he could dart it in and out freely, lapping at him. Rob writhed and rocked against him, giving all sorts of sounds of encouragement, so obviously enjoying everything that Mark was doing to him.

Mark pulled back a little, flicking his tongue out just to brush the tip against Rob, who gave a startled sigh at the loss and pushed himself forward. Mark pushed him back, repeating his teasing little flicks unevenly over and over so Rob never knew when they were coming, until Rob was whimpering and grinding himself forward. Mark rewarded him with one long, deep lick before placing a kiss over his hole and moving away entirely.

Mark didn’t move far though, pressing a kiss into the crease of Rob’s leg, and slowly stroking his thumb over Rob’s leaking head. He used the precum there to slick his fingers up, and pressed two in to Rob at once, steady and slow. Rob gasped, writhing as Mark pressed and scissored his fingers inside him until he hit Rob’s prostate, making him judder forward.

Mark pressed his face against Rob’s inner thigh just below his knee, watching his fingers sliding in and out of Rob as he added a third. He kept up a steady stream of kisses where his head rested, closing his eyes with a smile at the noises Rob continued making above him.

“Need you, Mark,” Rob choked out eventually, no longer unable to control the way he rocked down on Mark’s fingers.

“Mm,” Mark agreed, placing a final kiss to Rob’s thigh and moving to stand. He waited as Rob pressed his hands into the bed and levered himself back up it until his head was back on the pillow. His legs stayed wide, and Mark crawled between them, hands running up Rob’s chest and cradling his face for a moment in a kiss. He leaned over and snatched up a bottle of lube from the side of the bed, slicking up his fingers to slide into him, then coating his own cock, his head falling back with a groan.

Mark settled back between Rob’s legs, his hands pressing him open again and lining himself up. He felt Rob shift and looked up; Rob’s eyes were fixed on Mark’s cock as its tip pressed firm against his hole.

“I like watching you sliding in to me,” he said, raising his eyes to Mark’s for only a moment before dropping them again. Mark smiled, dropping his own gaze to watch as his cock head disappeared inside Rob, pausing to flick his eyes up to see Rob’s face before pressing all the way in, in one slow, drawn out thrust.

They both let out a soft grunt when Mark was all the way inside him. He paused again, just for a second, before sliding almost all the way back out, their eyes ever watchful as he continued rocking in and out of him, breathing soft, choking out gasps as he did.

Mark shifted, this time stroking his hands up the back of Rob’s thighs so that they were high and angled up against Rob’s chest. Mark leaned over him, rocking into him with only the minimum of movement as he kissed him.

They kept their pace slow, gently rocking together with Rob’s hands flat against the bed, and Mark’s lips never far from Rob’s. They only paused to give each other silly grins, eyes shining, smiling in delight when one of them gave out a particularly appreciative moan.

Mark shifted a little, pulling Rob’s hips up and angling himself in a way that hit Rob’s prostate repeatedly and made his head writhe back against his pillow. Mark kept hold of one of Rob’s legs, while his other dropped so that he could take Rob in his hand and stroke him in time with his thrusts.

Rob held himself open again, gripping the back of his knee and holding it wide like Mark did with his other. His eyes continued flitting between Mark’s hand around his cock, and where his hips rolled, with Mark disappearing into him.

“Rob,” Mark breathed out, and Rob knew from the tone that Mark was straining hard to keep his movements slow and steady. In answer, Rob shifted Mark’s hand and held himself wide open for him with both hands, Mark falling forward a little as he stumbled to support his weight on the bed.

Mark began pounding into him, still stroking Rob in time with his hips but now accompanied with a series of gasps, and slaps of skin on skin as he thrust harder, and as deep as he could go.

Rob rolled his hips up in time to meet him where he could, as Mark’s thrusts became more frantic into him, his hips stuttering as he chased the angle in Rob that made his eyes roll.

Harder, and harder, the air filled with nothing but their grunts and moans that sounded more and more desperate the close they got. With a last gasp out of Mark’s name, Rob came, shooting several thick, hot stripes to splatter over his own stomach. Mark smiled down at that for a second, but was unable to stop, thrusting relentlessly and uncontrollably before grinding against Rob with a long, guttural groan, coming hard.

Mark fell forward, landing square on Rob’s chest with a soft oof, and Rob’s chest rising and falling heavily under his weight. His hands dropped to Rob’s waist, and Rob’s hands lifted to stroke circles into Mark’s lower back.

As Mark softened, he slipped out of Rob, and Mark moved his hands up back to either side of Rob’s shoulders, pressing kisses into his neck, jaw, and back up to his face. They rested their foreheads together as their breathing evened, eyes on each other the entire time.

When they’d calmed enough to move, Mark slid from the bed, with Rob whimpering a complaint at the loss. Mark bent to pick up his boxers and smiled at Rob, wiping come from them both before discarding the boxers back on the floor and climbing up beside him again.

Rob turned instantly to him, one arm around his waist and pulling him close. His mouth claimed Mark’s again, and Mark went willingly, curling a hand possessively around Rob’s hip with a deep, sated sigh.

They fell asleep with their lips idly pressing against each others’, curved into satisfied smiles.