Getting Lucky

**previously published on Hot Chili Erotica** – suffice to say, this is not safe for work…


I am not this lucky.

Lewis stares up at his bedroom ceiling in a silence that only comes of it being the middle of the night, and lets his fingers creep across the mattress, until they come into the reassuring contact that is skin on warm skin.

Sebastian doesn’t even stir.

But even though there is bare skin right there beneath his fingertips, Lewis still doesn’t believe it, has to turn his head to the side to make sure there really is a warm body beside him in his bed, that his imagination is not that cruel, and is not actually taunting him with nothing but wishful thinking.

Because Sebastian looks like something out of a wet dream, yet is also someone who is warm, fun to be with, and smart as hell too. Those things don’t usually go together well in any good kind of combination, Lewis knows this from past experience. He still finds himself holding his breath, waiting for someone to tell him what the catch is. To tell him he doesn’t have the right to this at all.

It’s been eight months since his cousin introduced them, and from that first glimpse of hazel eyes and perfectly-styled hair, Lewis has been hooked. One well-behaved first date later, and Sebastian had invited him over for dinner. Somewhere between the main and dessert—because of course, Sebastian is incredible at cooking too—he’d led Lewis over to the sofa, spread his legs wide, and sucked him off with such skill, Lewis suspects he’s been ruined for life for anyone else.

And Sebastian knows this; Lewis sees it in the glint in his eyes when he’s unzipping him beneath the table at their local bar. He feels it in Sebastian’s palm when he’s got them slicked up and is fisting them together in the shower, making them both late for work. And he knows, from the late night messages he gets of Sebastian’s spent cock, cum pooling on his stomach and beginning to slide its way down his side, with the accompanying message this is what thinking of you does to me…

Sebastian also knows, it seems, when Lewis is not able to get back to sleep.

Fingers thread between his own where they’re steepled against Sebastian’s thigh, and there’s a soft yawn and a slight stretch, before Sebastian is arching against the bed, and waking himself up.

“Don’t,” Lewis whispers, because he never meant to wake Sebastian with his sudden rush of insecurities. But Sebastian is already awake, gripping his fingers softly, and anchoring Lewis there beside him without even needing him to ask for it.

“Lewis,” Sebastian says, his voice gruffer than it is by daylight, and gravel enough to have Lewis’ cock stir. He adds nothing else, but that grumbling of his name is enough to send a shot of desire flaring through Lewis, leaving him shifting as he begins to stir.

“Go back to sleep,” Lewis tells him softly, rolling on to his side as though that might stop the way he’s reacting, and pressing a light kiss to Sebastian’s shoulder as he loosens his fingers from beneath Sebastian’s, resting them on his stomach instead.

Sebastian shifts a little, humming with approval as he slots his fingers through Lewis’ against his skin. “Why can’t you sleep?”

With a shake of his head, Lewis kisses Sebastian’s shoulder again, splays his fingers to touch as much of him at once as possible, and rolls forward further until his front is pressing fully against his side. Sebastian circles his wrist to free it in the slight gap between them, wraps his hand around Lewis’s immediately interested cock, and gives a lazy pull.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Lewis tells him, his voice catching at the feel of Sebastian’s fingers around him, and that heat surging through as he hardens against his palm.

“But now we’re both awake,” Sebastian adds, with a long, languid stroke, and Lewis is lost. And thankful. And so utterly helpless when it comes to resisting Sebastian – and that voice he’s using right now.

Lewis slides his hand up Sebastian’s chest as Sebastian’s tumbles to the bed, grazing his fingers in circles over each of his nipples in turn, continuing the kisses to his shoulder, and smiling there as Sebastian arches up a little at his touch. Lewis lifts his head, trailing kisses up Sebastian’s neck that he echoes with soft bites, then down his throat to nuzzle, and finally settles his chin against his sternum, where he scratches his stubbled chin, looking up at Sebastian in expectation.

A second later, Sebastian has reached out to switch the light on so they can see each other properly, and is staring down at him with a smirk on his face that has Lewis’ breath quickens, making his cock give another twitch right there against Sebastian’s thigh.

“I don’t have a single objection to you continuing,” Sebastian tells him, and Lewis hears the lust there in his tone that just spurs him on. So Lewis does just that, wasting no time at all in sliding his way down Sebastian’s body, wrapping his hands lightly around his waist, and grazing his teeth and tongue over hipbones that, quite honestly, have been distracting Lewis since day one. Sebastian gives a low hum of approval, and Lewis manages a single, pained swallow, as Sebastian begins to swell and thicken under his attention, mere inches from Lewis’ mouth.

Another shift, and Lewis is bracing himself against the bed, hands flat on the sheets as he blows softly over Sebastian’s head, smiling at the way it jolts in response. Lewis is flicking his tongue out a second later, groaning in answer to Sebastian’s own, lapping against him, relishing the smooth hardness of his crown, and the way his slit glistens and leaks so quickly just from only those barest beginning of touches.

Lewis presses a kiss to his tip, unmoving and waiting for Sebastian to look at him again. And when he does, Lewis opens his mouth and slides down, lips stretching over that ridge, down his shaft, until Sebastian’s cock head is bumping at the back of this throat. Lewis hollows out his cheeks and sucks hard, groaning to himself at the way Sebastian’s thighs flex in answer, and how he’s reduced to these short, sharp breaths that are saying how good Lewis’ mouth feels on him.

Another hard suck and Lewis pulls off, but instantly takes Sebastian in his mouth again, starting up a slow, thorough slide up and down his shaft, one he continues without breaking eye contact, and always taking in as much of Sebastian as he can. He shifts a little to adjust his weight against the bed, and Sebastian echoes the movement to get more comfortable, splaying his legs a little wider to give him easier access. Then Lewis is pulling off altogether, nuzzling into Sebastian’s base, laving a long lick all the way up his length along the vein that Lewis swears tastes different to the rest of his shaft, and then over his head again, before kissing his way back down.

Lewis ghosts wet, open mouthed kisses up and down Sebastian, earning him whines of protest for more, a thrusting of hips that asks Lewis to swallow him down again, and fingers that grip frantically through his hair, pulling him ever closer, gentle but insistent. Lewis looks up at Sebastian, winks, and swallows him down as far as he can once more, smiling around him as Sebastian arches, groans, and trembles beneath him.

Lewis breathes out steadily in an effort to relax, takes in a little more of Sebastian’s cock, and pauses through the reflex of his throat to fight the intrusion of his cock head. Instantly, as though begging and inviting more, Sebastian parts his legs wider still; Lewis adjusts himself so he’s still comfortable then pulls off, slow, teasing, before swallowing down again, a little deeper.

Sebastian groans his name as Lewis continues this slow, controlled swallowing of him down, until his throat is full, and he’s having to breath out through his nose. There is a pause as Lewis settles himself, and then he’s swallowing around him, closing his eyes at the barrage of praise and obscenities it squeezes out of Sebastian as his throat constricts around his cock.

Lewis shifts his head slightly, grazes his thumbs lightly against Sebastian’s sides, wordlessly tells him what he wants him to do next. Sebastian is gasping, feet braced against the bed as he fucks up into Lewis’ mouth, his fingers twitching through his hair as he fights the urge to go rougher and faster.

Sebastian loves this; Lewis learned early on that deepthroating Sebastian is a surefire way to earn him whatever sexual favours he wants in return, and has also on three separate occasions led to breakfast in bed, as well as several lazy Sundays where he’d been left so spent, he’d barely been able to move. So Lewis holds on as long as he can through Sebastian’s thrusts and gasps, ignoring his own need as much as is possible, torture when he’s aching and leaking, hanging heavily between his legs.

But Sebastian knows Lewis well enough to notice the way he braces himself to try to hide the trembles surging through his arms, the shallowing of Lewis’ breath that says he’s getting tired, the slight rasping through the moan Lewis is giving that says his jaw is beginning to ache.

So Sebastian is moving, gently tugging on Lewis’ hair to tell him to pull off, then gripping him around the shoulders once he does and dragging him up the bed, on to his back. Sebastian kisses him hard, desperate, thrusting his tongue into Lewis’ mouth repeatedly in the most dirty of kisses Lewis thinks he’s ever been on the receiving end of. Yet another thing he’s come to really, really like about this man.

Sebastian’s hand is on him, thumb swiping up the precum leaking, and gripping him firm, fisting him at a pace that is going to bring Lewis over the edge in just seconds if it continues at that speed.

But it doesn’t.

Because Sebastian is shifting again, hand fumbling around in the drawer beside the bed and pulling out the lube that they’re getting through at a rate that talks of how much they love fucking each other. Sebastian coats his fingers; Lewis closes his eyes expecting the cool gel to graze over the pucker of his hole any second, but instead feels the bed dip either side of him. He opens his eyes instantly to Sebastian kneeling over him, and before he can comment or offer encouragement, Sebastian is spearing himself open, as though he is just desperate to be filled.

Lewis is helpless but to hold on to Sebastian’s hips and tilt him so he can watch more easily as Sebastian’s fingers arch and scissor him open, with accompanying moans that just make Lewis leak. And then Sebastian is lowering himself to straddle Lewis’ lap, holding himself open with one hand, and guiding Lewis cock with the other, until it’s slipping inside of him with a slick slide.

They both moan softly as Sebastian sinks down, until he’s fully seated and gasping. The tightness is narrowing Lewis’ focus to nothing but the feel of Sebastian squeezing around him, and Lewis’ hips are jerking of their own accord as Sebastian circles his hips to get comfortable, bracing his hand against Lewis’ chest.

Lewis splays his hands wide around Sebastian’s thighs, the tightness of strained muscles beneath his palms adding to the force behind the groan that escapes his lips from just how very good Sebastian feels clenching around him. Sebastian circles his hips a couple of times, groaning himself at the feeling of Lewis deep inside him, and then raises himself until Lewis’ cock head is catching and lightly tugging against his rim, only just keeping him in place.

Sebastian pauses, smirks, waits, because he knows how hungry Lewis is to look down at where their bodies are joined, at where Sebastian is now sinking down on him again and filling himself up. He does it again; raising himself slowly, his neck arching at the drag of Lewis inside him, pausing then lowering himself once more.

Lewis’ hands fall as though boneless to the sheets, his feet flush against the bed, knees spread. He spreads them further, and the movement as Sebastian sinks down on him again has Sebastian grunting and cursing out. Lewis curls his fingers to grip onto the sheets, eyes intently on himself slipping in and out of Sebastian, as Sebastian rides him slowly, his head thrown back with these soft moans that Lewis swears go straight to his own cock.

Sebastian brings up a hand to wrap around himself; Lewis’s mouth dries as he watches Sebastian circle his thumb over his own head and moan out loud again. Sebastian slicks himself up, finding a rhythm to fuck into his hand as he fucks himself down on Lewis, the most delicious of noises escaping out of him, until Lewis has to start taking some for himself.

Lewis raises his hands again, grips hard around Sebastian’s hips, braces his feet against the bed and thrusts up at the angle he’s learned will have Sebastian crying out his name. The stuttering, breathy Lewis he hears is the confirmation he needs to go harder, to grip tighter, to pound up into Sebastian without any further holding back at all.

Lewis is chasing Sebastian’s reaction every time his cock head glances over his prostate, eyes fixed on the way his lips form these little ohs each, and every time another one escape has Lewis gasping himself. Pretty soon Lewis is lost to chasing that warmth spreading out through his core that’s sending sparks and jolts of pleasure through him, urging him to drive up harder, grip tighter, take more, and he is lost to thinking of anything else but being inside Sebastian.

Sebastian is clearly eager for even more himself, slamming his hips down against Lewis’ thrusts, calling out a litany of dirty encouragement, grunting and groaning out one long, wordless sound. It is always at this point when they’re together like this when both of them lose control, littering the air with gasps of encouragement and the rapid slap of skin on flushed skin.

But Sebastian, it seems, has other ideas, ideas that mean prolonging this even more than they already have done at this early hour of the morning. He presses a hand firmly against Lewis’ sternum, wordlessly asking him to slow, and Lewis does that instantly, panting hard with exertion, pressing his ass back against the bed to fight against the way his own hips twitch for him to take even more.

Sebastian takes a stuttering breath, and then he’s back to raising himself slowly, sliding down on Lewis’ cock even slower, and circling his hips, the movements deliberate and slow so they can both feel every drag of Lewis’ cock deep inside him, making them both moan out long, desperate gasps.

Lewis watches Sebastian fighting against going faster, short, stabbing breaths speaking of the effort it’s taking him to keep this slow, to enjoy every languid thrust and stroke. Sebastian leans down for another kiss; there is something about being buried inside Sebastian like this and barely moving when they’re kissing, that has Lewis’ stomach jolt and flip in the most delicious of ways.

Sebastian raises and eases himself down on Lewis then, flaring his hips insistently so that Lewis is as deep inside him as he possibly can get. Lewis answers by fucking up into him at that just right, practised angle, and Sebastian grinds down on him hard, whimpering, and shakily wrapping his hands around Lewis shoulders to hold on.

Lewis holds on for as long as he can, but the heat is too much, Sebastian feels so good, so tight around him, and he needs to chase his release right now, because any longer feels impossible. Sebastian’s fingers tighten, and he’s spreading his knees a little wider, slamming his hips hard down on Lewis unrelenting, urging him to keep going, and looking just as desperate as Lewis feels.

Lewis’s grip around Sebastian’s waist as he fucks up into him is brutal enough to leave marks, and knowing how Sebastian will admire and smirk at the marks in the mirror and then kiss him for it just encourages Lewis on even more, bucking and driving up into him, crying out Sebastian’s name as he writhes and rocks on his lap.

Sebastian shifts and begins to fist himself faster, his desperate grip on Lewis’ shoulder slipping as he rides Lewis as hard as he can, and then he’s tensing, groaning, hot white spurts covering his hand and painting a stripe across Lewis’ chest as he calls out in a broken, desperate moan. Lewis groans as Sebastian tightens around him, that fluttering feeling proving the final push to take him over the edge as well. He grips Sebastian harder, gives two, three sharp thrusts, and arches up on the bed into Sebastian with such force, that Sebastian is jostled forward, landing with a huff on Lewis’ chest as he slips.

Sebastian rights himself once he’s caught his breath a little, grinning down at Lewis in wicked triumph, circling his hips a little sloppily now that he is slick with Lewis cum. To see him doing that has Lewis dropping his head back against the pillow with a grunt, his hands sliding up Sebastian’s sides as he presses their chests together. Lewis feels a rush of what he thinks must be contentment, as Sebastian kisses the corner of his mouth, nuzzles against his jaw, and drops his head down on his shoulder with a deep, satisfied sigh.

“Does this count as you getting lucky?” Sebastian asks, the mirth-tinged words kissed into his neck.

Lewis looks up at him questioningly when Sebastian pulls back, and Sebastian nods, leans back again, pressing gentle kisses along Lewis’s jawline, before turning his head and pressing open mouth kisses along his neck. He takes the time to stop, lathe his tongue there, then bite hard enough to leave a tiny trace his own marks on Lewis’s skin, pulling back enough to swipe his thumb there and smirk at his handiwork.

“You were talking in your sleep. Again,” Sebastian murmurs into his ear when he bends back down, nuzzling at the sensitive skin just behind it and humming to himself.

“Uh…” Lewis stumbles out, embarrassed, his heart racing at how many times those insecurities might have slipped from his mouth unchecked.

“We’re doing this. We’re good,” Sebastian tells him, those earlier dirty kisses replaced with tender ones that have Lewis rooted to the spot, feeling cared for and wanted in ways he’s not sure he’s ever known in the past.

Sebastian smiles at Lewis adoringly then, as though he can read his very thoughts. He kisses him once more, long, and thorough, then holds on to Lewis’ arm as he leans over the bed to retrieve his t-shirt from earlier, and cleans them both up a little with a lazy, sleepy swipe.

Sebastian lays beside him then, insistently pressing against Lewis’s shoulder to turn him away, just to pull him back firmly against his chest and tuck in his knees behind Lewis’ own. His splays a hand across Lewis’ stomach, and Lewis can’t help feeling claimed, but only in the best kind of ways.

There are soft kisses that follow to the back of his neck, growing increasingly softer the closer Sebastian gets to falling asleep. Lewis hears a soft but determined mine muttered into his skin, and then he feels the slackening in Sebastian’s grip that announces he’s finally gone. Lewis breathes out deeply, smiling into the darkness and feeling thoroughly sated, allowing himself the luxury of thinking that perhaps, once in a while, he really does get to have this kind of luck.

With a tiny stretch to get comfortable, Lewis finally allows himself to relax, and lets Sebastian’s warmth around him lull him into a dreamless sleep.

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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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As Nature Intended – Extract

As Nature Intended Edit 2

Elliot remembered with painful clarity the events that had led up to the exact moment he thought his life might be effectively over.

One early evening the week after his fourteenth birthday during a sweltering summer, Elliot was stood on his aunt Ellie’s porch in the still blazing sun, sipping on homemade lemonade, when he first felt an unfamiliar ache in his lower back. He and his cousin Sebastian had been busy playing with the family’s new puppy, chasing it back and forth across the lawn, and in and out of the small cluster of trees at the bottom of the garden for most of the day, so it had taken him a while to notice, acknowledging far too late that the pain had been with him since early that morning.

By the time the sun finally set, Elliot’s skin was glistening with sweat, and a fever raged just beneath the surface like an itch he couldn’t scratch. His pulse raced, his heart trembled with a sense of anticipation, and coursing through his entire body was the palpable need to be ready, all radiating out from a point deep inside himself that ached in a way he didn’t understand.

Aunt Ellie had sent him to bed with pain relief and a soothing kiss to his temple, a grim set to her jaw that told Elliot even then, that she knew something that he did not. And when the following morning came, when that ache and need had him writhing and moaning in unaccustomed agony, leaving him trying to seek friction, and fullness that he couldn’t place, Elliot understood. With quiet horror, he moved, feeling a leaking slickness coming from him that soaked straight through his clothes and the sheets beneath him on the bed, leaving him unable to deny his new truth.

Omega.

An oppressive stillness had come to him then, forcing up memories of biology classes in school that he’d thought he’d tuned out at the time. About how somewhere along the line of humanity, it had become possible for both men and women to conceive offspring, and that from that development was borne the Alpha, Beta and Omega dynamic. Betas carried on much as regular people always had done throughout human history, but instinct drove Alphas to impregnate, and Omegas to get pregnant, with those needs underwriting every aspect of an Alpha or Omega’s life. During a period of population crisis, the allele for Omega had shifted from recessive to dominant, and Alpha to recessive, with geneticists theorizing it was because a single Alpha could impregnate many Omegas, and were therefore in an evolutionary sense far less essential. Elliot remembered joking about telling that to his Alpha friends, and the laughs it had gotten around the class.

Elliot also remembered from those classes the apparent fucked up way the human body chose to reproduce. How once upon a time, many, many generations ago, when the world was evidently an even worse state than it was then in Elliot’s lifetime, women could carry a healthy baby to full term at around nine months. But in Elliot’s lifetime, male Omegas statistically proved stronger breeders, had overall better fertility, could endure gestation periods of almost eight months, where most Beta women, if they made it at all, could barely cope with six. Omega women fell somewhere in between, and considered very rare, but were still at higher risk of complications than Omega men.

That only two genders were legally recognized, when an entire spectrum of creation, and existing was possible between people, would continue to baffle Elliot, even then, in that moment, trapped in a sterile waiting room where he was waiting for his results to be confirmed and unable to stop his thoughts from wandering, desperate for good news.

He had already paced around the room several times, pausing once or twice to glare at his reflection in the mirror to critique his appearance, taking in the family trait of strawberry blond hair that on his cousin Sebastian appeared red in places yet on himself Elliot could only think to describe as dirty. Pale blue eyes stared back at him, accusatory and mocking, goading him into actions he wanted no part of, until he had to turn away, only to be drawn back once again to looking at all his flaws, seeking out a visible reason for his predicament.

Elliot strained to hear the nurse beyond the closed door, but only muffled voices taunted him. The waiting left him incensed with fear, because the last thing he needed was for what was happening to him then to really be happening. But he could feel it intensifying in him, his instincts fighting to be allowed to surface and force him into wanting things he really didn’t want to think about. There was no other word for it; Elliot was frightened. He remembered that first, overwhelming heat, when he’d thrashed and begged for things he didn’t know, couldn’t understand, as his family stood by helpless and unable to do anything for him, and that aching sense of hard arousal so out of place in his innocent fourteen-year-old body that left him feeling wrong, and broken. Corrupted.

He remembered scaring Sebastian, only a year younger than him yet almost the same height, his petrified eyes peering at Elliot through a crack in the door as Uncle Bernard and Aunt Ellie tried to soothe him, tried not to look at Elliot as though he was different, something fearsome to them, because they didn’t really know what they needed to do.

Elliot remembered hearing Uncle Bern’s panicked call to his already-absent father, Carl, and his subsequent though much-delayed arrival, only to glance over Elliot with callous eyes that told Elliot one thing; this was his final failure as a son being what he was.

Remembering all those things, Elliot couldn’t, wouldn’t allow the Omega in him to rise and force such mindless need on him. It would not be his reality, and he would do all he could to fight it, whatever it took. He closed his eyes to the final assault of his most painful of memories. Of overhearing snatches of a phone conversation between his aunt and a doctor. Of being given sedatives, then picked up and carried in gentle, loving arms, bundled into a car and driven to an imposing-looking clinic to figure this out.

The Heat suppressants prescribed for him at the time, a carton of pills pushed across a pharmacy counter into his trembling young hands and clutched there as though they were his lifeline, had worked ever since. He’d lived normal – as normal as he could do, anyway, and more than that, he’d lived well. They couldn’t fail him, not after how hard he had worked.

Those muffled voices he still couldn’t make out were ending their conversation. Elliot swallowed hard and straightened in his chair, then leapt up to follow the nurse as soon as she appeared to beckon him into an office. He sat rigidly and watched her work, precise fingers typing furiously at a computer, not paying him any attention until she had completed what she needed to do.

“So?” Elliot asked, the moment she looked up at him, because patience was not a gift he’d been blessed with. “Tell me.”

The nurse looked at him kindly, and it was the worst look Elliot could have hoped to receive. Without her even opening her mouth, enough hesitance in the nurse’s expression for Elliot to know what she was about to tell him.

“It would seem, Mr. Roderick, that the reason your suppressors have ceased working to full effectiveness is because your body is ready for you to breed,”

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As Nature Intended

 

As Nature Intended Edit 2

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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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.

 

 

As Nature Intended

 

As Nature Intended Edit 2

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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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…

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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.

 

 

To Forget

**previously published on Hot Chili Erotica** – suffice to say, this is not safe for work…


Rebound sex is supposed to be messy. Sweat stained sheets and spit-slick lips, no thoughts other than want, no feelings but release, a momentary pause in the heartache to remind that life goes on.

This bar, just the right side of sleazy, is perfect.

A room thick with bodies, the heat from the summer sun so heavy that the atmosphere in the bar feels almost smoky, and liquor on tap to smooth the way for getting exactly what you came for.

A wall of sound that is the disembodied conversations of other people also here to lose themselves allows you to tune in, yet switch off your own thoughts. Your fingers curl around the cool glass of the tumbler that you’ve emptied several times now, the whiskey hitting the back of your throat and providing a numbness that puts a temporary silence on the painful memories taunting you on repeat.

Absently, as though you are viewing through frosted glass, you observe the room; blond by the pool table, gym bunny at the end of the bar in jeans tight enough to make a small smile flicker across your lips. Over by the cigarette machine there’s a guy with hair so dark it looks streaked with blue under the poor lighting, standing on chaotic end, and reminding you so very much of—

Cold glass pressed in warm grip as you reign your thoughts back in yet again, signalling for another drink. You take a moment to compose yourself; this should be getting easier already, you should be able to switch off; he clearly has, able to walk out of your life as though all that time together was nothing more than a fleeting thought.

He should be easier to forget. Or at the very least, momentarily replace.

A denim-clad knee grazes solidly against yours as the stool next to you is occupied. The quick glance you give to your side shows a muscled thigh and a tanned, equally-muscular arm beneath a tight green t-shirt, and there’s a wash of relief that trickles through you. This is perfect. This is what you want. This is what you need to take your mind off—

He knows you’re looking at him. You know his eyes are lingering over you too, and you resist the urge to hold you breath, suck in unnecessarily, as those eyes lift slowly until they meet heatedly with yours.

That denim-clad knee knocks against yours and stops there, making you swallow with difficulty, as a thrill of excitement begins to stir.

You watch as he orders, smile as he gestures for the bartender to refill your own glass, and nod in thanks. There is small talk; you hear a name you intend to forget the second this evening is over, and possibly long before then.

When he leans in, you lean back.

He’s making conversation, and you’re nodding in all the right places so that to anyone who might be looking in your direction there is nothing happening that shouldn’t be. But there are fingertips pressing just above your knee, sliding a path that’s steady, and sure, and your legs part without you even thinking as those fingertips brush over your fly, pressing gently, until there’s a whole hand cupping, moulding, exploring.

His thumb strokes insistently against your length, and you shuffle slightly on the stool, feeling yourself begin to stiffen and swell under his touch. For a second you lose yourself in the feel of it, close your eyes, let a soft sigh spill from your lips. Then remind yourself that this is where you’re supposed to reciprocate.

Shaky fingers find hardness, and that’s when the low swell of desire swirls its way around your gut. This is good. This is what you need, and most definitely what you wanted from this evening. The whiskey is thrown back with the same rapidness as the previous ones, and you surge forward, parting dry lips with your tongue and swallowing the resulting groan.

The burn of stubble sings against your own, and you reach a hand up to slip through hair, angling an unfamiliar head towards you as you turn in slightly and give him better access to where he’s stroking you solid.

He tastes good; part whiskey, part unnamed spice, and your hands appreciate the firmness of the chest beneath your palm as you slide it upwards, resuming the grip in his hair as you keep him just where you want him.

There is movement, and you neither know nor care which of you is the one to initiate it; moments later there is the sound of a bathroom stall being locked and the feeling of being pressed roughly back against a door, his mouth back on yours instantly. He pulls away for a moment, a trail of kisses down your neck where he bites first into your pulse point, then back up to nip at your earlobe, forcing out a soft moan from your own mouth.

You feel the press of a button being undone, and your fly sliding down, and hands sliding around your waist into your boxers, as those and your jeans are firmly tugged mid-thigh. You spring free, feeling the coolness of the air hit you momentarily, before a thumb sweeps over your head, swiping up the slickness already there.

You fumble to do the same for him, but he smacks your hands away, and gives you a grin that makes your cock pulse in its freedom. And he’s squatting down until he’s at eye level with it; you can’t blame him for not wanting to kneel in here, but the way he’s looking at you makes you thrust your hips forward until your shaft is bumping against his lips, insistent about what you want.

There is no objection on his face. He laps out his tongue, and the instant you feel that wet lick through the smear of pre-cum that’s budding out of your slit, your head drops back with a thud against the thin cubicle wall. This is most definitely exactly what you came here for. He laps over your head again, swirling his tongue in a way that has you grunting in appreciation, and half-forcing your hips to steady, before he’s sucking you in hard enough to startle a groan out of you that you know full well was far too loud for this public place.

You can’t find it in yourself to care, not with that sensation of wet heat that’s pulsing around you, teasing you harder as hands steady themselves on your sides, then slip around to mould your ass. You look down, watch the stretch of his lips around you, take in the wink he gives you as he adjusts his position. And then he’s sliding, taking in even more of you, until you feel the constriction of his throat around your head, squeezing as he swallows.

His eyes never leave yours, and there’s something about that that makes you even harder, that and the way he slowly slides off you as though to emphasize just how much of your length he’s just taken in. He swirls his tongue over your head again before those lips slide down over you once more, and again he’s sucking you down, squeezing you tight, a roll of heat surging through you that makes you lift your hands, grab his face, fuck into his mouth.

You lose yourself in the feel of him gripping and swallowing around you, the build of your orgasm burning away any other thought. But then as quick as he started he stops, rising quickly to his feet and pressing himself hard against you so you can feel how hard his dick is just from sucking you off.

You taste yourself on his tongue, shove your hands into his jean pockets and pull him close, groaning to match his own as you rut together. He whispers something about going back to yours and your mind freezes, taken over for a second by an assault of images, of someone else in your bed; of someone who left.

You shake your head, both in answer and to force the images away, and instead reach out, unzipping him quickly and wrapping your fingers around him, swirling the mess of pre-cum on his head down his shaft, then line him up against your own cock, and stroke.

He moans against you, and it’s sinful, spurring you on to set a steady rhythm that blocks out anything but the feel of skin on skin, mouth on mouth, tongues sliding and bodies grinding together. He slots his fingers in the gaps between yours and then you’re grinding harder, biting bruises into lips and digging fingers into flesh to keep you both upright as you jack off.

Your mind is clear, of anything but the sensations of him, and you, and the sounds you’re both making, the way the very stall is shaking as you rut and groan together. You’re getting close, the heat in your core growing hotter as the slickness between you grows sloppier, and your hips jut at an ever erratic pace.

He’s building there with you if the gasps he’s letting out are anything to go by, already pushing up his own shirt and hooking his thumb up under yours, expecting mess, any moment now. Your hands move faster, your tongues lick deeper, and teeth bite into lips as you get closer, and closer still.

And then you come, feeling your balls contract tight as you empty yourself, slumping at the pleasure rippling through you, spurting against both your chests just a few thrusts before he is painting you the same. He swears, leaning against you, head in the crook of your neck as you both take a moment to catch your breath, already aware of the cooling mess dripping down between you both.

Another minute passes, and there is a lazy kiss, followed by a hasty wiping down, a grimace as the toilet is flushed, and then you each zip yourselves up, standing up straight and sated. There are smiles, and he cups your face in his hands for one more kiss, before he’s gesturing at the door and you’re sliding the bolt across, following him out.

You wash your hands side by side in silence, and he waits as though he is expecting you to be the first to leave.

You are.

You pay your tab, leave, walk home pleasantly numb and empty in the best kind of way. It isn’t until you’re letting yourself into an empty apartment, hearing the resounding click of the door shutting behind you, that the feeling of emptiness changes, morphs into loneliness, and your heart aches all over again as the memories assault you once more.

You walk through empty rooms, look at shelves with dust-free spaces from taken-down photographs, pause in the doorway of your bedroom and notice how wrong it looks with your pillows in the centre of the bed instead of to the side, next to his pillows, next to—

You cross the room in three strides and wrap your fingers around the cold glass of the half-drained whiskey bottle on your bedside cabinet, and you gulp down a good measure of it before slamming it noisily back on the side.

You fall, heavy on the bed with a drop that leaves you bouncing, succumbing to the images that have been taunting you all day.

Tomorrow, you tell yourself. Tomorrow you will forget him. As you have forgotten him every night in different bars for the past five nights.

It’ll stop hurting soon.

A New Experience

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

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 😉

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.