Chapter Twelve
It was almost impossible to not feel smug after Damon settled back on the bed next to Xander. He hadn’t made any moves to put clothes on, and if he wanted to sit here naked with Damon, he certainly wasn’t going to do anything to dissuade him—like put his own clothes back on.
The smugness probably came from the fact that Xander kept sighing happily and murmuring at how good it had been.
Damon was under no illusions that he had any blowjob skills.
Yes, he’d taken one for the team and watched quite a bit of porn to try to get a better idea of what he was doing, but there was nothing for learning like practical experience, and before today, he hadn’t had any.
Still, Xander wasn’t exactly complaining.
“If you liked it,” Damon offered, trying and failing to keep a cocky edge out of his voice, “I’m happy to try it again.”
Xander raised his eyebrow, shooting him a dubious glance.
Damon adored that questioning look of his—like he was trying to front by pretending he wasn’t one thousand percent on board with that idea, and it was Damon’s job to break down his pseudo-skepticism.
And Damon really enjoyed digging his way right behind the facade to find the truth beneath.
There was something very satisfying about proving to both of them that Xander was equally vulnerable.
“Soon,” Damon added with a grin. “Real soon.”
“Or we could try something else,” Xander offered slyly.
Damon felt his stomach tighten with something hot and nervy. He had a feeling he knew what Xander was suggesting, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested. He definitely was—but it felt like Xander had shot him straight to the heart with adrenaline. He was maybe a little too interested.
He’d definitely watched too much porn this week, fantasizing the whole time that the men on screen were him and Xander.
Xander placed the palm of his hand on Damon’s chest, probably feeling just how fast his heart was suddenly racing. “Just to be clear,” he added, “I want you to fuck me.”
As if the first adrenaline shot hadn’t been enough, Xander gave him another. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” Damon wasn’t a young guy anymore, but he could already feel himself getting hard. Like he’d been granted his number one fantasy, and his cock was going to make sure it didn’t let him down.
Glancing down, Xander smiled so smugly that he grew harder with just the look. Clearly it wasn’t just his fantasy.
“Yeah, and it’s what you want too,” Xander pointed out. He reached down, and gave Damon’s cock an experimental little stroke.
“Well, I was the one to suggest we stay in bed instead of going to dinner,” Damon said. But it was impossible to pretend he wasn’t dying for it. It felt like all his previous orgasm had done was take the very edge off his hunger, and afterwards, he still felt insatiable.
Xander grinned at him knowingly as he stroked a little harder, making Damon moan. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
He scrambled off the bed, went over to his bag on the dresser, and pulled out a tube and a whole string of condoms. Damon gave himself a very firm warning that he wasn’t going to come early; he was going to make sure they both fully enjoyed this.
Giving him a very frank stare, Xander set the lube and condoms on the bedside table. “I think it’s going to be easier if you let me take the lead here.”
Like Damon hadn’t been letting him take the lead every single time so far. But he nodded anyway, because his practical experience wasn’t just lacking, it was literally nothing.
Xander settled back on the bed, but this time closer to the edge and within easy reach of the supplies.
“Why don’t you come over here and kiss me first?
” he asked, and as Damon scooted over, he was definitely gratified to see that Xander was already half-hard too.
He wanted this just as badly as Damon did.
This time, Damon didn’t hold back, he leaned over and kissed Xander greedily, taking his mouth the same way he intended to take his body.
When Xander reached over and began to stroke his dick again, Damon followed suit, mimicking his actions.
It only took a minute or two, and they were both breathless.
“Stay right there,” Xander said, his voice low and gravelly, shooting another dose of arousal through Damon’s body. “Don’t move.”
Damon had no intention of disobeying.
Grabbing the tube, Xander wet his fingers, and rising to his knees, slipped his fingers behind himself. “Watch me,” he demanded.
“Oh fuck,” Damon swore, once he realized what he was doing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“If I blow you,” Xander asked, his voice even deeper, “are you going to come?”
Damon shook his head sharply, reins tight on his self-control as he did what Xander asked and watched him prep himself.
“Good,” Xander said, groaning a bit on the end of the word.
He leaned forward and there was no teasing this time, he just slid Damon’s cock into his mouth.
He moaned around it, and the vibrations shot right through Damon’s veins, lighting him on fire.
Gripping the sheets with his fists, he reminded himself that they were both going to enjoy this and he had to control himself to make sure that happened.
But it was too hard to watch and not surrender, his eyes flickering shut of their own accord. Xander must have glanced up and seen because almost immediately his warm, wet mouth was gone, and his other hand was gripping the base of Damon’s cock tightly.
“Don’t come,” he warned. “And open your god damned eyes.”
Damon did, and swore as he watched Xander moving up and down on his own fingers. “I’m almost ready,” Xander said. “Are you ready?”
Damon thought he could have prepared for this for a hundred years, and he never would have been ready, but he nodded anyway.
He was definitely not ready for Xander to pull his fingers from his body and climb over him again, grabbing a condom on his way, ripping the wrapper viciously and eagerly with his teeth.
He positioned Damon’s cock where he was wet and ready, sliding that hand up and down a few times after he’d sheathed Damon’s dick with the condom.
Like he wasn’t already rock hard and eager to go, Damon thought desperately as he tried to hang onto the last shreds of his restraint.
“Don’t you fucking move,” Xander warned, and suddenly he was sliding down very slowly, hands braced on Damon’s chest.
It was different than fucking a woman—somehow tighter and hotter—and Damon let out a long exhale as he forced himself to stay perfectly still. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Xander, but it was tough to ignore every instinct of his body.
“Fuck,” Xander moaned. “You’re so god damned big.”
Damon got the impression this was both a good thing and a bad thing, but he wasn’t about to apologize, because he couldn’t even figure out how to voice anything, let alone an apology when it felt so incredible. He could only hope that it would feel that good for Xander after he adjusted.
Finally, Xander settled his thighs on top of Damon’s and froze there for a moment, his wide eyes staring right into Damon’s.
“You haven’t moved,” Xander said, face relaxing a bit.
“You told me not to,” Damon panted.
Xander’s hands curled into Damon’s chest, each fingernail leaving a divot. Damon couldn’t complain because the pain grounded him, and helped him regain a grip on his urge to move.
“That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t,” Xander said, and Damon couldn’t help but think he was far too coherent right now. Damon was one big bundle of exposed nerves, all blind instinct and emotion, and he needed Xander to be in the exact same place.
But then he finally moved, shifting up and then sliding back down, and from the way his face crumpled, Damon realized that his coherency of even a moment ago had been one big act.
“Does that feel good?” Damon asked, remembering how much Xander had liked the talking before. It didn’t come as naturally to Damon but he didn’t mind making an effort. Especially not if Xander enjoyed it as much as he had.
“Fuck yes,” Xander swore. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“That’s right,” Damon encouraged him. “Take what you want, baby.”
Xander moaned again, and the sound echoed right through Damon, tapping right into the source of his pleasure and magnifying it even more. He sped up and Damon bit down on his tongue, tasting the blood in his mouth as he tried to hold on, wanting Xander to enjoy this as much as he was.
“Touch me,” Xander gasped. Damon didn’t need any further instruction, he reached up and wrapped his hand around Xander’s leaking cock, and twisted it in his grip, repeating the motion with the same rhythm Xander was using to ride him.
It only took a few more pulls of his cock, and Xander let out a strangled scream, tensing up and throbbing tightly around Damon’s dick.
He hadn’t expected that—had never felt anything so good in his entire life—and as Xander began to paint his chest with stripes of his come, Damon couldn’t hold on any longer.
Xander woke up alone, stomach grumbling and heart wondering why the other half of the bed was empty.
They’d ordered a pizza late, devouring it like they were starving, and then had fallen back into bed, talking and giggling until late.
He couldn’t quite remember falling asleep but he was pretty sure he’d had Damon wrapped around him when he had.