Chapter Fourteen
By the time Sage signed out of the lab, his eyes burned from the overhead lights, and his stomach felt hollow. He texted Bryce on the walk back to their apartment. Done. hungry?
Bryce was quick to respond. Yes. Grilled cheese?
Sage grinned. Perfect. I’ll grab bread.
The apartment was warm when he got in. Bryce had a pan on, butter ready, tomato slices on a plate. He kicked his sneakers off and dropped his bag by the door.
“You read my mind,” Sage said as he put the bread on the counter. Bryce leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.
“I’m hungry too.”
They cooked together and then ate at the table. Sage burned his tongue but didn’t care because he was that hungry and needed to eat. “This is good,” he said with a mouthful of food.
Bryce nodded and asked, “Workshop tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Midday. You?”
“Lab at nine. I’ll be dead by noon.”
When they’d finished eating, Sage washed the plates while Bryce dried.
Once done, they ended up on the sofa with the TV on low.
Bryce stretched out and tugged Sage close.
Sage went and sat with his back to Bryce’s chest, his legs tucked up.
Bryce’s arm came around his middle and held him.
They watched a wildlife documentary for a few minutes before Bryce moved, and Sage felt his erection.
Bryce’s breath moved against Sage’s neck, and Sage put his hand on Bryce’s forearm. Bryce kissed the spot under his ear, and Sage turned enough to meet him. The first kiss was soft and slow. The second one was deeper. Sage’s hand slid up Bryce’s shoulder. Bryce’s hand tightened at his waist.
“Okay?” Bryce asked.
“Yeah.”
“Can we talk for a minute?” Bryce kissed Sage again before moving back.
“Yeah.”
“I need to know what you want,” Bryce said. “And what you don’t want.”
Sage nodded. “Same,” Sage said. “We’ve done things I thought would take us time to get to.”
Bryce smiled as picked at a loose thread on the cushion. “Last night was good. I want more. I don’t want to guess, though.”
Sage met Bryce’s eyes. “Neither do I.” Sage hesitated, then said, “Do you want to top me, and then I’ll top you?”
“Yeah,” Bryce said. “Both. Then we figure out what we like or don’t like. I’ve never done this, and I know you haven’t either.”
Sage nodded. “We try it both ways. It could be one of us prefers to top and the other…bottoms?”
Bryce looked at him and nodded. “But I want to say it out loud. If, at any point, either of us wants to stop, we stop.”
“Always,” Sage said. “And we talk. I’ve heard it can hurt the first time if we rush it.”
“Same, and I don’t want either of us to get hurt. So, er, who goes first?” Bryce asked, half a smile forming on his lips.
“This is so clinical.” Sage chuckled and looked at him. “You picked dinner, so I’ll pick this.”
“Okay.” Bryce stood and held his hand out. “Bedroom would be good.”
Bryce led Sage into the bedroom and then turned to face him. He framed Sage’s face with his hands and kissed him. Sage returned the kiss, his hands sliding around Bryce’s body. “Let’s go to bed. I want to see you naked.”
Sage chuckled softly. “You can’t resist me.”
“No, I can’t.” Bryce pulled him closer and kissed him. Sage moaned into it as he pushed Bryce’s T-shirt up. He moved away from Bryce’s lips and kissed down his chest. “Sage,” Bryce groaned. “I missed you today,” Bryce whispered against his lips.
Sage nodded. “Me too.”
They kissed again. Longer and deeper, tongues tangling together. Bryce eased away and then pulled his T-shirt off. Sage watched as Bryce undid his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down his legs and then kicked them off. He stood naked, and all Sage could do was look.
“Sage,” Bryce murmured as he tugged on age’s T-shirt. Sage took a deep breath and stripped off until he stood naked. He watched Bryce’s eyes move over his body, then Bryce was kissing him again, moving them until Bryce could ease Sage onto the bed. “I want you to fuck me first.”
Sage gulped, his eyes going wide. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I want to feel you inside. Is it too much?”
Sage shook his head. “No. I want to. Do you have what we need?”
Bryce reached across to the table next to his bed and opened the top drawer. Sage watched him place a bottle of lube and a condom on it. He took a deep breath. His heart rate picked up when he realized that they were actually going to do it.
Pulling Bryce back to him, Sage carefully rolled them over, so he was on top and stared down into Bryce’s eyes. “Are you sure you want me to go first?”
“Yeah. I really want to feel you.”
Nodding, Sage leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll go slow.”
“That would be good.” Bryce grinned. “Until I tell you to go faster or harder.”
“Are you sure you haven’t been watching porn?”
Chuckling, Bryce pulled him down and kissed him.
Long and deep, making Sage groan as he rubbed his dick on Bryce’s hip.
He could feel how hard Bryce was, and he rotated his hips, so their dicks lined up and slid together.
Bryce groaned, arching up, his hands sliding down Sage’s back to grab his ass.
“Sage,” he murmured. “Don’t stop.”
Sage kissed him, then asked, “Does it feel strange how easy this is for us?”
Bryce looked at him. “You want to ask me now? Again?”
“Yeah.” Sage bit Bryce’s lip, then licked across it. “It’s just easy being with you. I thought it would be weird or strange, and it is a little, I guess. I’m used to women, but with you… Yeah, I want this with you.” Sage smiled a little. “I’ve said that a couple of times now.”
“I know what you mean, and yeah, I get it, but this is easy for us because it’s us, you know. We know each other.” Bryce grabbed the lube and handed it to Sage. “One finger at a time, and you need to find my prostate. Gay man gold, apparently.”
Sage took the lube, kissed Bryce, and then moved down Bryce’s body. Bryce spread his legs and lifted his knees up, and Sage could see it all. His long, hard dick, hairy balls, and his wrinkled asshole. “Some men like being licked on their ass.”
“Don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
Sage looked up and met Bryce’s eyes. “Me neither, but one day. Maybe.”
“Let’s do this first and then maybe when we feel comfortable.”
Sage poured some lube onto his fingers and then looked at Bryce’s ass. “One finger,” he murmured. Swallowing, he took a deep breath and then ran his finger over Bryce’s asshole. Bryce fidgeted on the bed and then settled. “Okay?”
“It’s strange but nice.”
“Strange because it’s not you?”
“Yeah,” Bryce moaned when Sage did it again. “Again.”
Sage ran his finger over the wrinkled flesh. He could see Bryce tense up and then relax as he did it. Biting his lip, he kept going, hearing Bryce’s soft moans and his breath catching. He didn’t know how long he did it for before Bryce told him to try pushing his finger in.
Sage took a deep breath and then eased the tip of his finger into Bryce’s ass. Hot and tight, he groaned as he pulled his finger out and slid it back in. He kept doing it until he had all his finger inside, then he began moving it until he felt Bryce’s prostate. Not that he knew what it felt like.
“Let me know when I find it.”
Bryce gasped. “It feels good now.”
“Yeah?”
Sage kept moving his finger around until he felt something like a bump. He wasn’t sure if that was what he was searching for until Bryce groaned and jerked. He rubbed it again, feeling Bryce’s legs twitch as his ass tightened on his finger.
“Bryce?”
“That’s it. Fuck, it feels good, Sage.”
Sage rubbed it again, then eased his finger out and asked, “Ready for two fingers?”
“Yeah, but go slow.”
Nodding, Sage pushed two fingers in, hearing Bryce gasp and then a quiet hiss. “Bryce?”
“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. Don’t stop, Sage.”
Sage moved them in and out, feeling Bryce’s ass relax around them. He searched for that bump again, and he knew when he had it, because Bryce tensed and groaned loudly. Sage kept aiming for that part, hearing Bryce murmur and tell him how good it felt.
“Another finger?”
“Yeah. I’ve seen your dick, Sage. I need three fingers.”
Sage laughed. “I like that compliment.” He carefully pushed three fingers in, pausing when he felt Bryce clench them. “Okay?”
“Just…give me a sec. I feel kinda full. Not sure how to explain it.”
“Tel me when you’re ready.”
Bryce breathed, then nodded. “I’m good.”
Sage moved slowly at first, easing them in and out until Bryce relaxed, then he went for that spot and rubbed it. Bryce jerked, moaning loudly. Sage kept doing it, watching Bryce’s reaction until Bryce lifted his head and murmured, “Fuck me, Sage. I’m ready.”
Sage pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom. He opened it and then carefully rolled it onto his hard cock, hissing when he stroked it. He added some lube and then moved between Bryce’s legs. He stared at his wet hole and swallowed.
Looking at Bryce, he saw him nod. “You’ll tell me if it gets too much.”
Bryce nodded again. “I will.”
Sage moved closer and lined his dick up with Bryce’s hole. He breathed in, held it and then pushed. He felt resistance at first and looked up at Bryce, who nodded again. Releasing his breath, he tried again, pushing until the head slid inside.
They both gasped, and Sage stilled, watching Bryce, his eyes wide as he stared at Sage. “I’m good.” As soon as he heard those words, Sage slid inside, groaning at the tight heat that seemed to swallow his dick. “Oh, fuck, Sage.”
“Tight,” he mumbled. “So hot and tight.”
He held steady, watching Bryce. Bryce watched him back then reached out and pulled Sage to him. Sage kissed him, all wet and hard and demanding, his body covering Bryce as Bryce wrapped his legs over Sage’s hips.
“Move, Sage. Fuck me.”