“You prefer to bottom?”
Lenny frowned slightly, and appeared conflicted by the question.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, I like both. But right now, I want you inside me. There are condoms and lube in the wash bag.”
“Like I said. Well organised.” Adrian knelt to the floor, opened the bag and pulled out a box of condoms and a tube of lube, both still in their plastic wrapping. Adrian snorted as he ripped the plastic covering off. “So you were planning to get lucky with me this weekend?”
“Hoping. Quick word of warning, Ade. It’s been a while, but I’m really sensitive down there. What you might call hypersensitive. Kris used to joke that sometimes our—um—lovemaking was over before it had begun because he rubbed too hard in the right place during foreplay. And that was me finished.”
“Good note. So no touching the sweet spot. I’ll save that for the main event.”
Adrian dripped generous amounts of lube onto his fingers and, after lifting one of Lenny’s legs onto his shoulder and kissing the inside of the knee, applied the cooling liquid expertly around the outside of his entrance. Already Adrian had become aroused at the very noticeable tremors emanating from Lenny’s body, at the way his cock twitched whenever he touched him in certain places. While probing a finger inside, he turned and lightly bit into Lenny’s calf to distract him from any discomfort. Slowly, painstakingly, one finger at a time, he opened Lenny up, making sure not to delve too far, until everything about Lenny screamed arousal—the erect nipples, the straining erection, the look of abject desperation in his wild eyes. Withdrawing his fingers, Adrian reached for the condom, quickly ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the latex onto his shaft. After smoothing more lube onto himself, he positioned the tip of his cock before hooking his arms beneath both of Lenny’s knees and moving forwards, but not yet entering. He waited until Lenny opened his eyes and looked at him.
“We do this at your pace, Lenny. As slow or as fast as you want. If you feel any discomfort at all—”
“I’m ready, Adrian. Stop bloody talking, will you?”
Adrian grinned and planted a quick kiss on Lenny’s lips before moving his hips forwards, breaching the entrance. Tightness and heat squeezed his shaft pleasantly, and he resisted his impulse to plough straight in. Lenny would need time to adjust to his size, so Adrian studied his eyes, squeezed shut, and his expression for any sign of pain. Each time he felt the muscles relax minutely, he moved farther forwards. Finally, he stopped.
“That’s all of me.”
Lenny’s forehead shone with perspiration, but he looked almost beatific when his eyes opened and he smiled up at Adrian.
“Can I assume you know what to do next?” he quipped.
Adrian snorted aloud before beginning the steady push and pull, bump and grind. Every time he slid in all the way, Lenny let out a soft groan, his eyes rolling back into his head. At one point Adrian went to reach for Lenny’s straining erection, but had the hand swatted away and received a gentle shake of Lenny’s head. Sensory overload. Instead, they held onto each other’s hands while Adrian concentrated on his own pleasure, pushing fast and slow, shallow and deep, while moving the legs up onto his shoulder to kiss Lenny’s shins. Soon the old bed frame began complaining, thumping out a steady rhythm against the bedroom wall and raising powdery plaster dust.
Signs of Lenny’s orgasm came in the tightness of the muscles inside him clenching and the way the pace of his breathing quickened. Accompanied by a long, blissful moan from Lenny, his cock began spraying shot after shot of cum, at first onto his hairy chest then on his stomach. All the time Adrian kept ploughing him, deeply but now erratically, his own climax stoked at the sight until he could hold no longer. Orgasming was usually the only time Adrian allowed himself to come unglued, to feel free, letting the pleasure, the release, rip through him. Knowing he was filling the condom inside Lenny heightened the ecstasy in a way he had never experienced before.
When his eyesight began to come back to him, when the dopamine haze cleared, he lowered himself on top of Lenny’s body. Heat and wetness met his chest and stomach, but he didn’t care and breathed heavily next to Lenny’s ear. After a few moments, wondering if his weight might obstruct Lenny’s breathing, he withdrew his deflated cock and rolled to one side, onto his back.
They lay together unspeaking, staring at the ceiling. Neither moved, Adrian listening to Lenny’s heavy breathing and waiting for his own to normalise.
“Holy shit. Told you I was a lightweight,” said Lenny, turning nervously to Adrian and chuckling.
“You were amazing. Don’t move.”
Adrian threaded his fingers into Lenny’s and squeezed once before getting up from the bed. Without a word, he went to the bathroom. Soaking a washcloth, he wiped himself down first, before rinsing and bringing the damp cloth and a hand towel back to the bedroom. Very slowly and carefully, he cleaned Lenny’s body. All the time, even though Adrian never looked directly into them, Lenny’s eyes never left his. As Adrian’s hand wiped across Lenny’s chest, he caught Adrian’s wrist and held on until their eyes met.
“Can I sleep here tonight? In bed with you?”
Adrian’s breath hiked. Sex he could handle. Intimacy felt like unchartered territory. Even with his occasional hook-ups, he usually ended up sleeping the night alone in his own home. Apart from Felippe, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d shared a bed for the night with another man. Perhaps Lenny spotted the dilemma playing out in his head and across his face because he came to the rescue with a get-out.
“Only if you want, Ade. No pressure.”
“Um, let me just—let me take the cloth back first.”
Adrian placed his hands on the cooling edge of the pink porcelain bathroom sink. He needed a few moments to himself, and while rinsing out the cloth again, he stared at his reflection in the cracked and mottled bathroom mirror. Why the hell did he feel so apprehensive? Lenny had already admitted to being a friend. But the last time he’d ever showed anything resembling feelings to anyone—Stephan Harrington, his best friend in high school—his heart had been trodden into the dirt. And even though the whole drama had played out over thirty-five years ago, Adrian still remembered every small detail with crystal clarity, of being terrified and ashamed by the disgusted reaction of his best friend. Since then, God only knew he’d enjoyed plenty of sex, and he had formed a couple of friendships—but never together with the same person.
“Are you okay, big guy?”
Lenny’s tender voice from the doorway made him flinch, and his eyes jerked up to the naked reflection in the mirror. Lenny appeared equally nervous.
“Hey, Adrian, I didn’t want to freak you out—”
“You didn’t, it’s just—I worry I might snore and keep you awake—”
“We’ve already had that conversation, remember? And we have shared a room before, have we not? At the pub? Look, if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll head back to my room—”
