Chapter 17
Oliver
At the risk of sounding like a man whore, I’m extremely happy Huxley suggested we continue our date at his house. Not that I don’t want to take him to the movies and for summer evening walks on the beach. I do, and, in time, I absolutely will.
But this man is doing something to me. Since the phone sex, and then all the little touches and sneaky kisses, the tension between us has pulled so tight I feel like I might self combust.
On the drive, Huxley takes my hand and places it high on his inner thigh. My mouth goes dry with anticipation, my pulse rising and rising as we near our destination. I chance a few glances over at Huxley. Each time our eyes meet briefly and I see my desire mirrored in his expression.
Now that I know about Zac, I want Huxley to feel safe and special with every step forward we take.
Not that I really know what I’m doing sexually or how this should progress.
My only understanding of gay sex is from porn, and I’m not so stupid as to believe it's realistic.
It's also not what I'm really looking for.
I want connection and meaning, and the awkward stuff too.
I want the kind of sex that deepens our developing relationship.
Once we arrive, I give Louis some much needed attention, then Huxley gives me a tour of his apartment, which is small, like my own.
The furniture is a mixture of new and quirky vintage pieces.
There’s a huge bookshelf, with more books than I’ve read in my lifetime, and lots of vampire merch. It’s all so very Huxley, and I love it.
We settle on the couch with a glass of wine. I nervously drink half of it in one go.
We came here to progress past kissing and being handsy with each other, but now it suddenly seems rather scary. For the first time this evening, we fall into an uncomfortable silence.
“Dinner was nice,” Huxley eventually blurts out.
“Yeah, it was. The food was good.” God, I sound like an idiot.
“And the atmosphere. Thanks for taking me there.”
“I’m glad you liked it. Maybe we can see a movie next time.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
I place my wine glass down on the coffee table, wondering where my balls are. This lack of experience with men is messing with my game. “It’s nice and warm in here,” I say, removing my jacket. Wow! Super lame. “Do you have anything plan—”
“Oliver?”
“Yeah?”
“Just kiss me.”
I almost knock Huxley off the couch as I swoop in and connect our lips. Pulling his chest flush to mine, I thread my fingers into his curls and deepen the kiss. Huxley opens willingly to me, moaning as our tongues meet. Want rages from my head to my toes.
Huxley pushes back against me, then he’s climbing onto my lap, never breaking the kiss. And oh, I like this—Huxley rocking in my lap. Blood rushes to my cock, hardening with the friction of his ass.
Sliding my hands down Huxley's back, I grab hold of his ass cheeks, encouraging him to grind harder. His hands snake around my neck, then into my hair and over my jaw. It’s driving me crazy.
Instinctively, I buck up seeking relief, and hungrily kiss and suck down Huxley’s neck.
“Oh fuck, Huxley,” I groan before reconnecting our mouths.
Huxley tugs on my shirt, pulling it free from my waistband, then he starts undoing the buttons. And I’ve never hated buttons so much in my life. My body is on fire, and I need to release my cock from my pants, where it’s straining painfully hard against the zipper.
With the last button finally undone, I wrangle my shirt off and throw it to the floor. Huxley’s fingertips wander over my chest and abs, grazing teasingly over my nipples.
“Wanna see you,” I say, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt before giving up and hauling it over his head instead.
I stop to drink in his body. My hands roam up his arms, over his shoulders, then down to his pecs. Huxley is thin, but not without definition, and his smooth, ivory skin is flawless. “Hux, you’re beautiful.”
“Yeah?”
The look of uncertainty on his face breaks my heart a little. “Yes! You’re perfect.”
Slipping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him to me. I kiss him slowly, deeply, wanting him to know how I truly feel.
Intensity builds once again and I pick Huxley up and lay him down on his back, then cover him with my body.
His legs spread, thighs tight around my hips as our groins align.
Skin on skin feels so damn good. Huxley’s fingers dance down my back as we kiss and kiss, and we grind and writhe together.
His hands grab my ass and pull me closer.
I want more, I’m desperate for it. “You want to—”
“Yes,” Huxley says. “Get your fucking pants off now.”
Not needing to be told twice, I sit up onto my knees and undo my pants, then push them down to my thighs.
“And the rest,” Huxley orders, eyes locked on my bulge.
Hooking my thumbs into my briefs, I gradually lower them, nervous about Huxley seeing my cock for the first time. When it springs free, it slaps back against my stomach, rock hard and already leaking precum.
I wrap my hand around it and stroke slowly, groaning with relief.
Huxley’s mouth drops open at the sight. “Shit, you’re big. And thick,” he whispers.
“Is that good? Bad?” I ask. I want Huxley to be happy with my size. I’ve had a couple of girls imply I'm too thick.
He shakes his head, squeezing his own cock through the fabric. “It’s a perfect-looking dick.”
With my ego truly stroked, I smile and flex my pecs.
Huxley unzips his pants, but he’s moving too slowly.
“Can I?’ I ask.
He nods. I grab the sides while Huxley lifts his hips, allowing me to slide the pants down and off. There’s a wet spot on his tight white briefs that makes my mouth water.
I pull them down slowly, anticipation rising, heart racing. While I’ve seen plenty of dicks in locker rooms over the years, they’re not usually hard.
The first thing I notice is that Huxley appears to be waxed. His cock is smooth and straight, and he is uncut, like me. I like what I see.
I’m not game to ask him to roll over, but I’m keen to get a look at his ass. A recent fantasy to rub my cock against Huxley’s hole pops into my head. I’m almost certain I want to try licking his ass, too.
“Oliver, are you okay? You’re not saying anything. Just staring. Is it good staring or bad?”
My eyes return to Huxley’s. “So fucking good. See how hard I am for you?”
He sits up, seeking out my mouth as he pumps my cock with the perfect amount of pressure. I thrust into his hand, eyes falling closed with the sensation.
When Huxley’s lips leave mine, I open my eyes, groaning as he circles my cockhead with his thumb, gathering the precum. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licks it off with a low rumbling moan.
“Oh jeez,” I pant, stilling my thrusts so I don’t come.
“Wanted to taste you so bad,” Huxley says, looking up at me from beneath those long lashes.
Gently pushing him onto his back, I rub my cock against his until it registers that our briefs and pants are still around our legs, limiting our movement. I start trying to shuffle out of mine, and Huxley giggles as we become completely tangled before finally freeing ourselves.
“I guess that wasn’t very smooth,” I murmur.
Huxley hooks his legs around my hips. “It was smooth enough.”
As we resume our grinding, precum mixing and leaking onto our stomachs, I imagine what it would be like to be inside him. To be truly connected.
“Oh God, Hux. I’m so close. Gotta slow down.”
Pushing up onto my hands, I pull back to a languid roll of my hips, glancing down at our cocks.
It looks fucking hot and does nothing to ease me back from my orgasm.
I’d like to try sucking Huxley’s dick, but we said one step at a time, and I think we should stick to it so Huxley knows he can trust me.
Sneaking in another kiss, I then sit back on my knees and jerk Huxley for the first time. It feels slightly strange doing it to someone else, but not unfamiliar.
Wanting to experiment, I circle my thumb around the head and then flick over the slit a few times. Huxley arches his back, moaning. “Feels so good, Oli.”
Hearing those words gives me confidence and I lock my gaze onto Huxley, jerking him firmly with one hand while rolling his balls with the other. He’s so pretty—lips parted, panting and writhing.
“What do you need?” I ask, feeling more in control now.
“Jerk us both together. Please. I’m gonna come soon.”
“Okay, I can do that.” I lower myself back over Huxley and kiss him filthily.
Trailing kisses down his neck and then onto his chest, I take a nipple into my mouth and suck.
The responding groans are music to my ears, and I sweep across to the other nipple, circling and flicking it with my tongue.
Retreating into a better position, I wrap my hand around both shafts and stroke.
Just watching it is enough to push me back to the edge.
“Fuck yes, faster, Oliver. I’m gonna come.”
I start bucking my hips, thrusting against Huxley’s cock and my hand. “Me too. Let me see you come.”
Huxley cries out as he orgasms, his cum shooting onto his stomach and spilling over onto my cock and hand.
Wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure floods my veins, the sight triggering my own climax.
Huxley seems to melt into the couch, blissed out and sated. I place a few gentle kisses to his lips before he opens up for me, and I slide my tongue into his mouth. We kiss, hot and wet and still full of need. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be ready to go again in a matter of minutes.
That’s how much Huxley turns me on. “Wow, that was…” I mumble, forehead pressed to Huxley’s, unable to find the words to adequately sum up the experience.
“Hot,” Huxley finishes.
“It was amazing. You’re amazing. I thought the phone sex was good, but this was… I have no words.” Huxley fingers the strands of hair at the back of my neck, and we kiss again. “What about you? Was it okay? I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Huxley eyes sparkle, smiling cheekily. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.”
I let out a breath, relieved that he enjoyed it. “I guess we should get cleaned up.”
“Yeah, we’re a little gross.” Huxley pushes the hair back off my forehead, eyes soft with affection. It’s tender and sweet, and my stomach flutters to the erratic beat of my heart.
I sit up so Huxley can untangle himself. “I’ll grab you a washcloth and towel,” he says, getting off the couch.
He disappears. I get up too, feeling self-conscious in my nakedness.
When Huxley returns, he’s in trackies and a T-shirt. After a quick clean of my hand and stomach, I’m back in my clothes a minute later.
“You wanna stay for a while? We could watch something.”
Smiling like an idiot, I say, “Yeah, I’d like that.”