Six #2
I broke the kiss, went for his throat, then worked my way down to his chest. When I closed my mouth over his nipple, he arched off the bed.
"Fuck. Do that again."
I sucked harder, scraping my teeth across the tip, and he made a strangled noise.
His hands were in my hair, holding me there.
I switched to the other side, giving it the same attention, and his hips started rolling beneath me, his cock grinding against my stomach.
He breathed my name against my hair.
I kissed my way back up to his lips. "Yeah?"
"I want—“ He broke off, breathing hard. "I want you to fuck me."
The bluntness of it stunned me. "Now?"
"Yeah.”
He reached over the side of the bed, fumbling for his backpack. When he sat back up, he had a condom in one hand and a huge tube of KY jelly in the other.
I stared at the lube. It was like, fucking family size. The one you'd feel self-conscious carrying to the register.
I started giggling. I couldn't help it.
His face went red. "What?"
"Jesus Christ. How much did you think we'd need?"
"I didn't know!" He tried to sound defensive, but he grinned. "Safe sex."
I was still chuckling, but I was also harder than I'd ever been in my life. "You're ridiculous."
"You wanna do it or not?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
He tore open the condom packet with his teeth—which shouldn't have been as hot as it was—and handed it to me.
I'd never actually needed one before. I'd bought them once, practiced alone in my room at home, but I'd never done anything with another guy that required one. I sat back and rolled it on, trying not to look as inexperienced as I felt.
He squeezed lube onto the tips of his fingers, and reached down between his legs.
I watched him. He didn't seem embarrassed. He looked focused. Determined.
"Have you done this before?"
He shook his head, still working his fingers into himself. "You're my first." He looked at me, his eyes glassy in the dim light. "First kiss. First everything."
"Nathan." My throat felt thick. "Then how do you know how to—"
"Gay porn." He said it like it was obvious.
I blinked. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I've never actually even seen gay porn."
He huffed out a breath that might've been a laugh. "Well. I’ve watched a lot of it."
He squirted more lube onto his palm and wrapped his hand around my cock. The cold made me gasp, but then the friction turned slick and warm.
He said, "Switch places with me.”
I lay flat on my back and he climbed over me, his thighs on either side of my hips.
"There," he said. "Like this." One hand braced on my chest, the other reaching behind to guide me in.
It took a second to find the right angle. He shifted, adjusted, and I felt the head of my cock press into him.
And then he gritted his teeth and bore down.
I grabbed his hips, partly to steady him, partly to keep myself together.
"Fuck," I breathed. “You okay?”
"I'm good." His voice was tight. "Just—give me a second."
He lowered himself another inch, then stopped. His face was screwed up in concentration, his mouth open, breathing hard.
“I’m not hurting you?"
He shook his head. "You feel amazing."
He pushed down further, and I thought I was going to come right then.
He tried lifting his hips and cracked his head against the bunk above us.
"Shit." He sat back, rubbing his skull. "This isn't going to work."
He was already moving, rolling us over so I was on top of him again. He pulled his knees up, spreading himself open for me, and the sight of him like that—flushed and wanting and completely unselfconscious…
Fuck.
I braced myself on one arm and reached down to line myself up with him.
This time, when I pressed in, he relaxed and pulled me deeper with his heels hooked behind my thighs.
"Oh my God.”
I was inside him. Fully. Completely.
My mind went blank.
We're fucking. Like, actually fucking.
I pulled back and thrust in again, and he made a noise I'd never heard from him before—low and desperate.
His hand came up to cup my face, pulling me down into a kiss.
We kissed while I fucked him, our foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's breath. My hair fell forward in a curtain around our faces.
I lifted my head to look at him.
His eyes were half-closed, bright even in the shadows of the bottom bunk. His mouth was open, his expression intense and focused entirely on me.
He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
"How do you know how to do all this?" I asked, my voice rough.
He arched an eyebrow. "I've been practicing."
I could see it—Nathan alone in his bedroom at home in Valdosta, watching some grainy videotape or flipping through a secret stash of magazines, stretching himself open with his fingers, or… something else.
Preparing for this. For me.
"Fuck." I went deeper, and he moaned.
"What did you use to…”
"Whatever I could find."
I looked down to watch myself disappearing into him. This was it. Actually being inside him. This was what everyone was writing songs about.
The other guys I’d fooled around with… We’d jerked each other, maybe did a little bit of oral, but it was always just getting off together. Mechanical. A little underwhelming.
This was everything.
And of course it would be with Nathan.
Now that it was happening, I understood why I'd always held back. Why I'd never let myself go this far with anyone else.
I'd been waiting for this. For him.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck—
"I think I'm gonna come.”
He immediately reached between us and started jacking himself. “Do it,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m close.”
His thighs tightened around my waist, his heels digging into my ass.
He tensed, his whole body going stiff, and then his ass clamped down around me.
And that was it.
I came so hard I saw bright spots in the dark, buried deep inside him, my mouth open against his neck, tasting salt on his skin.
When I could breathe again, I smelled his cum. It was splattered through his chest hair, blasted up against the underside of his chin and across his collarbone.
We were both panting. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. He let out a long sigh.
Damn.
I started to pull out, but his legs locked around me. "Not yet."
So I stayed as long as I could.
I could feel his heartbeat—in his chest against mine, in the clench of him around my softening cock.
After a while, I did slip out. We made identical sounds of disappointment. I held the condom at the base as I pulled free and dropped it in the small trash can beside the bed.
I collapsed onto my side and Nathan rolled to face me, throwing his heavy thigh over my hip. We were curled toward each other on the same pillow, our legs still loosely tangled.
Neither of us said anything.
I ran my hand down his back, feeling the damp hair at the nape of his neck, the curve of his spine.
I'd always thought of him as sweet and gentle. Unsure of who he was or what he wanted.
But he was sure. And he wanted me.
He’d chosen me.
He slowly stroked the back of my arm.
Quietly, he asked, "What happens now?"
I didn't have an answer.
When he reached over for the ashtray—and saw the trunk still open, my clothes dumped inside—he paused.
"So you were seriously already packing?"
My face went hot. "Yeah. I was gonna move out today. So you wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable rooming with a gay guy."
He snorted. "Oh no. We couldn't have that."
He got out of bed, comfortably naked. He grabbed an armful of my clothes from the trunk and tossed them over the back of the chair so he could close the lid. He set the ashtray back on top, and climbed back into bed with me. Like he was saying, Well, that's not happening.
He lay back with his ankles crossed and started rolling a cigarette on his naked hip, right there next to his big beautiful dick.
We lay there the way we had that afternoon—side by side on his bottom bunk. Only this time, when Nathan put his arm behind his head, I didn't hesitate. I snuggled into the space he made for me and put my head on his chest.
I listened to his heartbeat. Steady and strong.
Outside, the sodium lights hummed and threw long, orange blocks across the floor. The nighttime version of the golden rectangles from that afternoon.
His fingers combed through my hair, gentle and repetitive.
I wondered about tomorrow—if we were going to tell people or if we’d just keep doing this in secret—but the thought felt far away.
I didn't know what was going to happen next.
But right now, he was touching me.