Steve’s dick gave an affirmative throb. He kissed the top of Drew’s thigh before crawling up toward the nightstand and yanking the drawer open. He closed his hand around the bottle of lube and a strip of condoms—
And almost dropped them when Drew slid his hands up the backs of Steve’s thighs.
Steve looked down. He was straddling Drew’s chest, his cock hanging full and heavy over Drew’s sternum.
Drew exhaled slow and deliberate, the air brushing the head of Steve’s dick.
Steve must have made some kind of sound in the back of his throat, because Drew tilted his head back, a dark heat in his eyes.
Steve’s mouth went dry.
A knowing smile curled on Drew’s lips, full of promise. “Next time,” he said, sliding his hands higher, until his thumbs teased over Steve’s hip bones.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Steve rasped. Finally his fingers remembered how to hold things, and he pulled his hand from the drawer and dropped his bounty on the mattress. His palms were sweaty and his pulse was racing. “And tonight?”
He couldn’t have said why it mattered so much. He didn’t think Drew would leave, whatever happened. But he needed this to be perfect.
That sly smile softened. “You’re doing fine so far.”
Okay, then.
Steve crawled down again, until the very specific gravity of Drew’s mouth pulled him in. Drew welcomed his kiss with a soft sigh and the sweep of his tongue over Steve’s lips. Supporting himself on one hand, Steve grabbed the lube and popped the cap.
Drew opened for him sweet and easy, parting his thighs and rolling his hips to meet Steve’s fingers. He took two with barely a hitch in his rhythm, but when Steve broke the kiss to add more lube and a third finger, he arched up with a cry. “Steve. Come on.” He shuddered when Steve nudged his prostate. “Quit stalling.”
Steve inhaled sharply when Drew stroked him twice, root to tip. “Okay.”
Somehow he got the condom on without Drew giving him any grief. He slicked his cock and pushed in.
Drew bit his lip and closed his eyes, a tightness crossing his face. But then he inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, and his expression smoothed into something sweet and saucy. He hooked his ankle on the back of Steve’s thigh and reeled him in closer.
Steve’s breath caught in the back of his throat. Drew surrounded him, held him fast with the heat in his eyes and in his body.
Time seemed to slow.
They moved together as the world stood still. Drew cupped the back of Steve’s neck, and his free hand found Steve’s on the bed. They kissed until they couldn’t breathe, and then Steve broke away to lean his forehead against Drew’s.
Drew’s ragged breath tickled his ear and neck. He smelled like chlorine and sex, and the hot clench of his body curled Steve’s toes. With every thrust Steve grew more desperate, biting back on his pleasure so he could concentrate on Drew’s.
He’d expected Drew to be showier. More demonstrative. But maybe this was one place, one time, when he couldn’t put on an act.
Steve shifted his knees, searching for a better angle, and pushed himself up a little higher. For a moment he missed the closeness, the insular privacy of Drew’s neck. But then he thrust again and Drew gasped, a flush tracking down his chest. He watched Steve watching him, his lips bitten red and swollen, his cock full and mostly untouched.
Steve snapped his hips and Drew closed his eyes on a silent cry, bucking to meet him. He had to be close. And Steve didn’t know how much longer he could last.
He reached one-handed for the lube and slicked his palm again.
Drew’s mouth opened and his head fell back when Steve wrapped a hand around him. Color suffused his cheeks. Steve stroked in time with his thrusts, riding the edge of pleasure so close it threatened to consume him. He swiped his thumb over the head—
Mewling, Drew dug his feet into the mattress and pushed up, his body contracting. Steve felt the clench around his dick before Drew pulled him down into a desperate, ravenous kiss. His cock pulsed between them, shooting over their stomachs and all the way up Steve’s chest.
And finally Steve let himself fall, juddering into orgasm. Drew swallowed the sounds of his pleasure, gentling him with his mouth until Steve’s legs collapsed under him and he had to pull out and lie next to Drew on the mattress.
The sound of their breathing filled the darkness. Then Steve remembered they were still holding hands. He squeezed Drew’s fingers once, kissed the backs of them, but didn’t let go. He didn’t want to speak or move lest the spell break. On the other hand, they should clean up and maybe change the sheets again. These were soaked with pool water.
Drew turned onto his side. He didn’t say anything yet, but he watched Steve in the dark with a palpable fondness.
Steve lifted a hand to brush a stray hair from Drew’s forehead, then examined his hand and decided against it. Drew saw him make the call and half grinned.
