Following ALL the Advice
Unlike the last time Huxley had been determined to bed someone, this time, he wasn’t letting anything distract him. He’d waited a long time to get here with this man in particular, and while he’d been in a headlong rush with Danny, progress with Bill had been almost agonizingly slow.
A decade slow.
And a month of eggshells and second guessing himself, but tonight, he was done with all of that.
They’d barely stepped inside when Bill tugged him to a stop in his beeline for his bedroom.
“Hux.”
“Bill.” He turned to look at him, but kept a firm grip on his hand, and kept them in line for the bed.
“I don’t want you to think I’m not on board here.”
“Good.”
“But I live in this tiny town, and I am not going anywhere.”
“I am aware.”
“So this is not going to be a one and done. Not for me.”
“I should hope not.”
Bill nodded, but his feet remained rooted, so Huxley relented on his tug towards the bedroom.
“What’s going on?”
Bill’s eyes narrowed. “I just didn’t want you to think this was going to be like…”
“Like what?”
Bill’s gaze hit the floor. “You know Leland and I are friends.”
“So what?”
“And that Leland is friends with Danny.”
“Again. So?”
“Danny seemed very much under the impression your whole ethos was one and done.”
“With Danny.” Huxley stepped into Bill’s personal space, a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. “You’re not Danny.”
“How am I different?”
Huxley frowned at him. “You’re you.”
Bill stared at him, not saying anything.
“You’ve always been you.”
More silence.
“It’s not that I’ve been holding out for you for ten years, Bill, but…” He watched Bill’s unchanging expression. “I was never going anywhere with anyone else, either.”
“Why?”
“Honestly?” Huxley backed off again, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. “I guess I’ve always known there was something unfinished between us that I would have to finish one way or the other. Before there would be anyone else.”
“Is this you finishing?”
“I hope you know its me getting us back to the start.”
After another heartbeat, Bill huffed. “Starting over, maybe? I don’t want to go backwards.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Another nod. “I needed to make sure we were on the same page. Our last miscommunication screwed us up for a decade and we’re not getting any younger.”
“Well, to be clear, I’m taking you to bed now, where I plan on both of us getting off at least once before the night is over. After which, we’ll sleep for a bit, do it again, and them maybe have coffee and pancakes.”
“And maybe do it again?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Can we fuck?”
“If you’re into that sort of thing, though I should warn you.”
“What?”
“My preferences haven’t changed a lot since high school.”
Bill stepped in close, both hands sneaking down to Huxley’s hips. “That really isn’t going to be a problem for me. As long as you have condoms, because I’ll admit, it didn’t occur to me to bring any to a Father’s Day BBQ.”
“Lucky for us, while I didn’t actually have sex with Danny that day, I’d been prepared to.”
“I will admit to not being sad that never happened,” Bill said.
“Same. He’s a nice guy. But not for me.”
“Enough about Danny.” Bill cupped his face, much like he had in the lobby of the government building, and covered Huxley’s mouth with his own.
This time, Huxley didn’t hesitate to respond.
The kiss made his brain melty, so their progress towards the room, and the bed in it, stalled out while Bill ravaged his mouth.
“This needs off,” Bill muttered against his lips, yanking at the shoulder of Huxley’s unbuttoned flannel. He squirmed out of it, then peeled his T-shirt off over his head when Bill ran hands up under it.
Bill’s palms against his chest sent warm fuzzies through Huxley’s whole body.
“You too,” he demanded, dragging the hem of Bill’s shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. As good as Bill looked in his “going out” jeans, Huxley was ready for them to disappear.
They left a trail of discarded clothing behind them as they made their way to the bed, and finally collapsed, both naked except for their socks, onto it.
Bill landed on top, his body a satisfying weight pushing Huxley into his mattress. “Waited a long time for this,” Huxley whispered.
“No more waiting.” To prove it, Bill reached down between them and stroked Huxley’s cock with the tips of his fingers.
Huxley couldn’t help the jerk of his hips in response, or the impulse to move his legs apart so Bill could settle between them. They fit together perfectly.
“Not leaving me a lot of room to work here, Hux.”
Huxley wiggled his hips, causing friction that made Bill gasp and grind back.
“Who needs to work?” Huxley asked, setting up a steady rhythm that had their cocks sliding together with enough friction to stop his breath.
“Thought we had a plan here.” Bill punctuated his words with kisses along Huxley’s neck. “One that included a condom?”
Huxley grunted, because while the condom plan was a good one, it wasn’t the only one. “Like to keep our options open.”
Bill pulled back enough to see his face. “Change your mind about me fucking you?” He stroked a few hairs off Huxley’s face, tucking them behind his ear.
“No, I…” His thought trailed away when Bill bent, sucked up the tender skin over his collar bone and bit gently.
“You’re getting impatient.” Bill ground down with his hips, effectively stopping Huxley’s rocking. “And while I can appreciate that sentiment, I do need you to take a breath. We have a long way to go here.”
“We do?”
For answer, Bill spent some time trailing kisses and caresses over Huxley’s body, searching out the most sensitive spots to torture with the kind of tenderness that left him panting for a rougher touch.
“Don’t for one second,” Bill said, taking a moment to look him in the eye, “think I don’t know why a guy like Danny isn’t for you.”
Huxley gulped in air. “Why do you think?”
Bill took a moment to reach back down between them and grip Huxley’s cock and balls in one hand and squeeze. It wasn’t gentle in the least. Not hard enough to truly hurt him, but enough to make him drag in the breath he’d expelled as soon as Bill released him, then beg him to do it again as soon as he had enough air for words.
Between the ensuing squeezes and tugs on his balls and teeth on his nipples, Bill had Huxley writhing and pleading, nearly incoherent with the need to have Bill’s cock inside him.
He was alternately pounding the side of his fist on Bill’s shoulder, and trying to stroke himself when Bill finally grabbed his wrist and slammed it against the mattress over his head.
“Remind me next time to tie you down,” he growled as he sat up to stare down at Huxley, now sweating and panting under him.
“You’d do that?” His breath caught and he squirmed, hips trapped under Bill’s ass, but his cock standing free of the contact.
Bill returned to stroking him with just his fingertips, infuriatingly lightly.” If that’s what it takes to get you to focus.”
“Pretty focused.” Huxley tried to move his hips again.
“Hmm.” Bill moved off him, pushed one leg up to expose his entrance, and watched his reaction.
“What are you waiting for?” Huxley reached for his cock again, and Bill smirked
“That.” he grabbed Huxley’s hand, pulled it up, and wrapped his fingers around a bar of the headrest. “Hang onto that, if you must hang onto something.”
“I don’t get to touch you?”
“Trust me, you touch me, and I explode, and this is all over before we get to the good part.”
“It’s all been good so far.”
“It gets better.”
Huxley shifted so both his knees were raised and his ass was easily accessible. “Prove it.”
He expected Bill to return to his exquisite brand of torture.
He did not. With Huxley’s invitation—as if he’d needed to utter it again—Bill was suddenly all about the business of lube, a condom, and his cock at Huxley’s hole.
“No prep?” Huxley asked.
“You need it?”
He gulped, but shook his head.
“You like the burn?”
He nodded.
Bill grinned, somehow making the expression both dirty and reverent. “Thought so.” He pushed forward, but he wasn’t brutal. And yeah, the burn was a lot. White hot and all consuming, but Huxley appreciated that. He appreciated Bill taking his time, letting him adjust, but never quite stopping until he was fully inside.
“Oh. That’s a lot.”
“Too much?” Bill pressed his whole hand to Huxley’s torso, applying just enough weight to focus his attention.
“I’m good.”
That grin again—the one that crossed over from bedroom to boyfriend, mixed lust and love. Made Huxley’s heart pound.
“Go,” he demanded. “Move.”
Huxley didn’t know of it was Bill’s instinct or observation. He was too busy hanging onto the headboard, feeling the pulse and slide of Bill’s cock in his body, trying not to hyperventilate or come to figure out how he kept the perfect cadence that ramped up at exactly the rate Huxley needed it to.
When Bill gripped his cock and balls tight, the shout Huxley let out scraped his throat. The tight squeeze made his balls draw up and he knew the minute Bill released him, it was over.
He begged.
Bill whispered to him to wait one more minute.
He held his breath until his chest ached.
“Bill. Please.”
Bill pounded into him hard once, twice, a third time, and let him go.
Huxley’s orgasm exploded out of him, catapulting him into orbit.
He would have liked to be present for Bill’s release, but ten years. Ten years and Bill knowing exactly what he liked, what got him off—there was no way he didn’t get lost for a moment in the power of that.
Maybe more than a moment, because when he was coherent again, Bill was crawling onto the bed next to him, condom gone, Huxley’s ass, balls and cock sore, but wiped clean, and Bill’s lips pressing to the back of his neck.
“You with me?” he asked, his voice a low grumble in Huxley’s ear.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
“Don’t be sorry. I told you I had a plan.”
“To break my brain?”
Bill’s chuckle shook his entire body, warm and grizzled, against Huxley’s back. “To get you out of your head for just a minute.”
“Worked.” Huxley yawned.
“Good.”
“Did you…?”
“Did I come?” He chuckled again. “Very soon, we are getting tested, getting on Prep if you want, so that when I do come inside you again, it’ll drip out of you, and you’ll know.”
Huxley hummed That sounded nice. He fell asleep listening to Bill’s plans for them and wondering how soon more of them could be executed.