I don’t remember the last time I had so many long conversations, ranging from deep subjects to talking about our favorite seasons and colors. Not one second has been boring with him.
It’s exciting in a brand-new way I never saw coming.
“Man, so these movies were scary back in your day, huh?” Mason asks with a quirk of his brow in my direction.
We’re sitting on the couch at my house, watchingScream,which just happened to be on cable, and I laugh, faking offense. “My day? Hey, I was born the year it came out, thank you very much.”
“But you were alive.”
“You little shit,” I say jokingly and tickle his side, throwing him into a laughing fit that turns into full-on wrestling on the couch.
He’s surprisingly strong, despite me having a good forty pounds of muscle on him, and ends up pinning me to the couch. His hands wrap around my wrists as he claims victory, but I couldn’t care less about losing.
I just want to kiss him, and I think he has the same idea because he leans down at the same moment I lift my head to meet him in a fiery kiss. “I want you so badly I can barely stand it,” he pants against my lips.
My cock drags against his as he rolls his hips, his body still pinning me down. “Is that you saying you finally want to fuck me?”
He startles for a moment, pulling back enough to look into my eyes, his expression showing shock and awe. “Y-you’d let me do that?”
I grin at that because he’s so damn cute. “Of course I would.” He looks unsure, so I sit up on the couch, pulling him onto my lap and close to me. “Is that something you want to do?”
It hits me that he’s pretty damn inexperienced. He’s young and was in the closet until he moved here. “I, umm...” His eyes meet mine. “I’m not sure. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about whether I’d want to be a top or bottom. I just... how do you know?”
Yeah, my heart pitter-patters in my chest at that, and I’m glad we’re having this talk. Sex has always been pretty easy for me, but it’s always been a quick hookup, usually with guys my age or older and most of them with the same mindset. But I truly care about Mason, I realize.
I don’t want to rush him.
“I’m not really sure. My first time was a fucking disaster. It was with an older guy who I didn’t tell I’d never done anal before. It went way too fast, and it hurt.” He winces, and I stroke his arm with my hand.
“So did you try it again after that? Or are you a top and just being nice to me?”
I smile at that, brushing a kiss on his nose. “I don’t really like strict labels. I like to do what I feel in the moment, and right now, there’s nothing I want more than to feel you inside me.”
He gasps, his eyes widening slightly and going glassy with lust. “What if I hurt you too?”
I kiss his lips softly. “I did top for a while after that first time, but I tried it again, this time voicing my nerves and talking to my partner.”
I swear I see a hint of jealousy. “A boyfriend?”
I shake my head. “Nah. Just a guy I know. We did the fuck-buddies thing for a while, but there were no real feelings there. Though we did learn a lot from each other.” I kiss the corner of his mouth and then the other one. “And I learned I like being fucked just as much as I like doing the fucking.”
He grins at that, almost mischievously but definitely excited. “So you were serious?”
I grasp his face in both hands. “Dead serious.”
He bites on his bottom lip and sighs, dragging his nose along mine before he kisses me so sweetly, I think my heart might burst.
In one quick motion, I pull him up off the couch and into my arms. His arms and legs wrap around me, and I carry him to my room. Grabbing a condom and lube from my drawer, I quickly lower his body onto my bed.
He looks up at me with so much damn trust, I have to ask, “Are you sure you want to do this though? We can keep doing what we’ve been doing or just watch the movie.”
“That movie was lame,” he teases me and sits up, removing his shirt slowly before looking up at me with wide, trusting eyes. “I want this if you do. I just might be really bad at it.”
That won’t happen.
I remove my shirt in answer, and then we both quickly strip, my body joining his on the bed as we kiss, making out and getting lost in each other. “Oh God, Owen. If we don’t stop now, I’m going to come.”
I look down between our bodies at his pretty cock, flushed deep red and leaking. “I’m definitely ready, if you are.”
