It took five minutes or so to soothe enough of the tension from his body that he could stomach the idea of sliding into bed with Nate. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shared a bed with someone with sex off the table. At a sleepover with Jackson his first year of high school, maybe. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Feeling a very strange urge to be modest, he slipped on a clean pair of boxers and crawled into bed. Nate didn’t move; his breathing was deep and even now, with no trace of that wheezy snore. He was throwing off enough heat to make the whole bed feel cozy and welcoming, which was impressive considering he kept his apartment basically sub-zero when he wasn’t home.
Aubrey closed his eyes. The window was oriented differently than the one in his bedroom, which gave him a start a few times when he began to drift off, only to jerk awake wondering where he was. Then Nate let out a gusty sigh in his sleep and rolled over, flinging his arm around Aubrey’s waist as he did so.
Aubrey’s fight-or-flight instinct said,Fuck this, I’m out. Nate was warm and he smelled nice, and the steady rise and fall of his chest against Aubrey’s shoulder sealed it. Between one moment and the next, Aubrey fell asleep.
Waking up again happened decidedly more gradually.
Sometime in the night Aubrey had shifted onto his side, facing the window. The lightness behind his eyelids coaxed him to consciousness. He must have flailed around a little while he slept, because now only the sheet covered him, and that only halfway up his chest.
But he was warm.Reallywarm. Especially along his back and across his stomach. A few more breaths into wakefulness, he realized that Nate had crept closer in the night and was now pressed up against him, his stubble scratching at the back of Aubrey’s shoulder.
Aubrey wasn’t sure if Nate was entirely awake, but parts of him definitely were, and they were getting intimately acquainted with Aubrey’s ass.
He was just taking a deep breath to fortify himself to move out of Nate’s embrace when Nate rumbled and rubbed his scruff against the back of Aubrey’s neck. Aubrey’s dick went fromGood morning, I guesstoHello, sailor.
“Hey,” Nate said in a register an octave and a half lower than his normal speaking voice. His thumb was making small concentric circles on the sensitive skin of Aubrey’s abdomen.
Aubrey’s body was on a low simmer now, all systems coming online at once. “Hey,” he rasped back, shuddering as Nate nosed against his ear.
“How, ah….” The nuzzling paused. “How do you feel about morning sex?”
Aubrey had never stayed the night with anyone, but this didn’t feel like the right time to mention that. “Strongly in favor.”
Nate kissed the juncture of his shoulder, hot and wet with a scrape of teeth. “Happy to hear that.”
Happywas one word for it. Aubrey’s dick jerked hard enough against his stomach that Nate probably felt the vibration. He swallowed, hot in a way that had nothing to do with body heat. When Aubrey inhaled, Nate’s hand slid lower on his abdomen, his fingertips just shy of Aubrey’s boxers. Aubrey sucked in another breath through his teeth and tried not to buck too obviously into the touch. “You seem like you have a plan in mind.”
Nate nipped his ear and nudged his hips closer. “Maybe. You good if I take the lead?”
Aubrey could not lead his way out of a wet paper bag right then. Every sense was on overload. “Good,” he agreed. Good. Great. Absolutely incredible.
“Good,” Nate repeated, dragging the prickle of his scruff over the side of Aubrey’s neck. He slid his hand around Aubrey’s side, sneaking under the waistband of his boxers. Aubrey wriggled, intent on being helpful in freeing himself, but Nate sank his teeth gently into Aubrey’s earlobe. “Uh-uh. Like this.”
Like this—with his boxers pushed down around his upper thighs and no farther, exposing his ass and his erection without leaving him room to move.
Aubrey took a deep breath, but it felt like inhaling molasses. The air smelled thick with sex already. He swallowed, licked his lips. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, and his cock was drooling. “I, ah. With you so far.”
“Mm-hmm, I can tell.” Nate cupped his balls, then trailed his fingers up to the head of Aubrey’s dick, a featherlight touch that was hardly even a tease. Then his hand disappeared and a familiar click told Aubrey Nate had been optimistic when preparing for bed last night. A second later Nate’s hand nudged between his asscheeks.
Aubrey’s pulse thundered in his ears. It had been a while since someone fucked him, but he wanted it now, bad enough that his brain was lining up words likepleaseandI want.
Nate didn’t even try to push inside him. Instead he slicked Aubrey’s cheeks, sparing only the filthiest flirting caress for Aubrey’s hole.
Then he lined up and slid the head of his cock between Aubrey’s thighs.
Oh fuck.
Aubrey took a shaky breath, biting back a moan. A couple weeks ago he’d fucked Nate six ways from Sunday the filthiest way he knew how, and now Nate was dismantling him with a little casual frottage. His whole chest hitched, and his breathing stuttered when Nate pulled back too far and his cock slid between Aubrey’s asscheeks on the next thrust. It reminded him viscerally that Nate wasn’t fucking him, but hecould. Nate exhaled quietly next to Aubrey’s ear and adjusted his dick between Aubrey’s thighs again. The heat seeped into his brain, into his being.
Aubrey parted his lips, hoping to cool himself, but his whole body was burning. Nate’s deliberate, unhurried thrusts had him struggling to stay quiet, afraid any noise might break the spell. The rasp of Nate’s beard on his neck and shoulders and next to his ear set every synapse firing, creating a molten sea of sensation. When Nate pushed forward, his cock nudged Aubrey’s balls and the base of his dick. It was a hot wave that crashed and receded, and Aubrey was adrift on it, was drowning.
When Nate’s hand, still slick with lube, slid lower and wrapped around his cock, Aubrey gave in to it. The pleasure of that firm, slow, knowing touch brought him to the edge and held him there. All he could do was pull the pillow close enough to his face to bite into it, stifling the noises that begged to be released.
Without conscious thought, Aubrey was moving too, clenching his ass and thighs, pushing back against Nate, rolling forward into the grip of his hand. His body was strung to the limits of its tension, vibrating on a precipice, waiting for the slightest change to topple him over. He couldn’t move his hand to curl it around Nate’s and force it tighter, faster. He could barely do more than breathe and hold on.
But even Nate must have had limits, because suddenly he groaned, and his thrusts came quicker, harder. Aubrey pressed his open mouth against the pillow in a silent scream, moisture leaking from the corners of his eyes. He was so close. Just a little more.