Chapter 2 #2
“I don’t want a boyfriend right now,” Fallon admitted easily. “After Charlie, I’m not sure I ever want one again. But I’d like it if we were friends. And I’d like to have sex. But I’d rather be friends than get off if that’s the only choice there is.”
Gage stared, then burst into laughter. Before Fallon could roll away and run, Gage caught him around the waist and buried his laughter in Fallon’s neck. It trailed off, and with it came a silence. And then, as Fallon’s breath hitched in his chest, a soft kiss to his pulse.
He froze. He had no idea what this was supposed to mean.
“You…are you…” he stammered.
“Yes,” Gage murmured. “I’m coming on to you. I’d like you to guide me. I’ve never been with a trans guy before, so please tell me what you like. What you need.”
Fallon closed his eyes. No one ever asked him that. Some people who were trying to make him feel like some kind of manly man assumed he only wanted to top. Some people with more experience thought he wanted only anal.
None of them ever wanted to take their time. To play. To make it feel good. To be tender and rough all at the same time.
None of them ever cared to learn what felt good for him, so it had taken years to trust himself about what he liked.
“I like my dick stroked,” Fallon murmured after a beat. “And sucked. I like to be fingered in both holes.”
Gage shivered and kissed his neck a little harder. “Yeah? I can do that.”
“If I had my strap-on here, I’d fuck you, but I don’t. And I don’t have condoms. I mean, I’ve been tested, and everything was negative, but I want to be careful.”
“My test results were negative too, and I’m on PrEP,” Gage said, a heaviness to his tone. “And I definitely want to be careful. I feel like I just dodged all the bullets from a firing squad.”
Fallon’s interest was piqued, but only for a second. Only until Gage scraped his teeth along Fallon’s tendon and made his toes curl and dick throb. Gage’s hand began to move, down the center of his chest, rucking up his shirt, dipping below the waistband of his pants.
Fallon moaned softly, then turned his head. “Gage, what do you want? How can I get you off?”
“Can I fuck your thighs after I make you come?”
His eyes slammed shut, and he felt those words rushing up his spine. No one had ever done that with him, but he could picture it. His imagination was too intense sometimes, and he felt his boxers go damp. “Yeah. Yes. Okay. Do you have lube?”
“I have lube.” Gage sat up, then swung his leg over Fallon and pressed his hands on either side of Fallon’s head. “Kissing?”
“I like kissing. Not…not too wet. Not too much tongue.”
“Let me try?” His eyes were so wide, so earnest, pupils blown with desire.
Fallon’s words dried up, so he nodded instead and lifted his head just enough to meet Gage halfway. It was a careful, tentative touch of lips at first. Gage’s were a little more chapped, but they were still soft and warm. They pressed down, then parted, and Fallon mirrored him.
The invitation was open, and Fallon braced himself for it to be too wet and too messy, but Gage didn’t do more than dip the tip of his tongue inside, tasting him—teasing him—before pulling back.
“Like that?”
Fallon hummed and nodded.
Gage did it again, a little deeper this time. His tongue touched Fallon’s, and he moaned loudly, hips thrusting upward against Gage’s. “Yeah. Look at you all hot for me,” Gage murmured. “I like it.”
Fallon blinked owlishly, trying to process the words. Was there truth in them, or was it just dirty talk? The look on Gage’s face said he wasn’t lying just to get a reaction. It said he liked this just as much as Fallon did.
“Do you like touching yourself?”
Fallon let out a shaking breath as he nodded. “Mhm.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go dig out my lube. I want you to get yourself all worked up for me. When I come back, I’m going to suck your dick and finger your ass. Then I want to tease an orgasm out of your…” He paused.
Fallon waited, holding his breath until he realized Gage was hesitating on the word. He let out his lungful of air. “Front,” he said. “I…I like to call it that.”
“I’ll tease an orgasm out of your front. And when you’re spent, I’m gonna come all over your thighs.”
Fallon shuddered again, realizing it was more than just Gage working him up with words. He was also painting a picture. He was making it hot, but he was also aware that Fallon hated not knowing what was supposed to come next.
He’d given Fallon a fucking gorgeous portrait without making him seem like some clinical experiment.
Fuck, he wished he could keep this man. He wished he weren’t so afraid to try again.
He wished Gage were in a better place.
But he would take what he could get.
Leaning up, he captured Gage in a slightly deeper kiss, then fell back and shoved his hand down the front of his pants.
Gage sucked in a hard inhale as he watched Fallon take two fingers and squeeze them around the sides of his dick.
It throbbed as pleasure shot through him.
He didn’t get as wet now that he’d been on T for so long, but he was still horny as fuck, and his body wanted this man.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Gage murmured. His fingers trailed down Fallon’s arm, pausing over his pants where he was stroking himself, and he added pressure, making Fallon groan. “I’d love to fuck you in front of a mirror just so you can see how gorgeous you are.”
Fallon didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t find the words. So instead, he stroked himself harder as Gage got up and left the room.
The absence of him felt…profound. Painful. Desperate. He took the chance to shimmy out of his pants, kicking them to the end of the couch, his shirt following. The room was warm enough, but he felt oddly exposed like that and fought the urge to find a blanket to cover himself.
Luckily, Gage wasn’t gone for long. He appeared a moment later, stripped down to nothing, showing off the piercings in his nipples, the one in his navel, and gripping his cock with one hand while he held lube with the other.
Their gazes locked, and Fallon lost himself in Gage’s eyes, watching him stalk closer, stroking himself slowly from root to tip.
There was desire rushing through his chest, his mouth going dry as Gage walked over and dropped the lube on the floor, then pressed his knee to the couch cushion and leaned in.
“You got naked for me.”
“Yes.” Fallon blinked at him, his fingers going still on his cock. “Was that wrong?”
“No, gorgeous. So, so fucking right.”
Dipping his head, Gage grazed a kiss over Fallon’s jaw, making him groan. His body began to heat up as Gage pressed a hand to the center of his chest, then dragged it downward. His fingers stilled on top of Fallon’s.
“Show me what you like. Teach me how to make it feel good for you.”
Fallon swallowed heavily, his brain threatening to go offline entirely, but he rallied as best he could because he wanted this.
He wanted, for the first time ever, to be in control of his own pleasure.
He didn’t want to come as a consequence of friction.
He didn’t want a quick, dirty fuck that left him wanting.
He was desperate for everything Gage was offering.
So he spread his legs and gripped Gage by the wrist, dragging his fingers down to his dick. “Like this,” he said. He showed him how to grasp it with his fingers, how tight to hold, how to rub it so it felt good instead of too much.
And fuck, Gage was a fast learner. Fallon watched the man’s eyes fixate on him—on his thick thatch of hair and the parted folds down below that showed off his T-dick. It was fat and long from the testosterone he’d been on, and it fit gorgeously in Gage’s hand.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” Fallon gasped as the first wave of pleasure hit him. “H-harder. A little harder.”
Gage increased the pressure, and Fallon squirmed. “Yeah. I can see you like that. Look at how fucking responsive you are. Love how much you want it. You ready to come?”
Fallon choked on his words and couldn’t make them make sense, so he nodded instead, gasping as he spread his legs further and fucked his hips upward until he felt the first crash. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm. But it was bright, stealing his breath as his internal muscles all clenched.
When it faded, he pressed a hand to his chest, then let out a small gasp as Gage grabbed him by the ankles and twisted him so his legs were hanging off the couch.
“Like this,” Gage said. He took Fallon’s calves and hooked them on his shoulders. “Gonna suck your dick now. Anything you don’t like?”
“Tongue inside me, in the front,” Fallon clarified. “Love being rimmed. I don’t like it there.”
“Of course.” Gage didn’t get to work right away though. Instead, he looked at Fallon, making him feel even more exposed than before. Then he took his thumbs and spread his ass cheeks, staring at his pucker. “I can’t wait to feel inside there. You okay if I finger you?”
“Yeah. Yes. I want it,” Fallon whispered.
Gage reached down, and then Fallon heard him sweep the lube into his hand and the snick of the cap opening. When Gage looked up again, there was a glint in his eye.
“Take a breath for me.”
Fallon did, and then he felt a single finger pressing against him.
It pulsed at first, teasing his ass with the promise of what was to come, and then it pushed in—just to the first knuckle.
The feeling was overwhelming. At first uncomfortable, and then not.
And then better than that as he pushed deeper.
“Sweetheart,” Gage murmured against the side of his head. “Hey.”
Fallon forced his eyes open, staring at Gage. “Mm?”
“You’re shaking.”
“I—” Oh. He was shaking. He took a deep breath and searched for his words. “It’s a lot. Don’t stop. Want more.”
“Anything,” Gage swore. “Anything you want.” He pushed in deeper, then pulled out and added a second finger as his head ducked down, and then Fallon nearly lost it when a warm mouth engulfed his dick.