Page 35 of Electric Boy

“It’s called the prostate, Julian,” Michael said grandly as he lit up a cigarette from off his bedside table.

“It’s bloody fantastic, is what it is,” Julian said, stealing Michael’s cigarette and taking a long drag. He curled up against Michael’s side and replaced the cigarette between his lips. Michael looked down at his cheeky expression, not at all liking how terribly awake he seemed for someone who’d just had two orgasms in short order.

“Will it feel like that when you… you know?” He looked at Michael from under his fringe, as if that might give him the illusion of innocence. He was fooling no one.

“I suspect it will feel a great deal better,” Michael supplied placidly, exhaling a plume of smoke before passing the cigarette back to his partner. “Or so it has been in my experience.”

“So you’ve…” Julian trailed off, not quite able to articulate the thought.

“I’ve both given and received, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Which did you like better?”

“I prefer to be on the giving end. But that’s just my personal preference. I’ve known quite a few men who prefer to be on the receiving side of things.”

Julian seemed to give this due consideration, a small line forming between his brows as his brain worked. He didn’t quite meet Michael’s eye as he asked, “So you’ve been with a lot of men then?”

“A reasonable amount. And you’ve…”

“No, I’ve never been with a man before,” he said quickly. He took the cigarette and rolled onto his back, smoking up at the ceiling. Michael allowed him the prerequisite amount of time to verbalize the question he was trying to carefully construct in his mind.

“And you’re, um, clean, yeah?” He sounded a great deal shier about it than Michael had anticipated, given how open he’d been about sex up until now. Though he guessed a life-threatening disease was much more delicate territory than how you liked your cock sucked.

“I get tested regularly and I’ve never had a positive result. But I’m always safe,” he added. “And you’re…”

“Always safe. Always,” Julian insisted, finally making eye contact. Michael knew he was. He’d seen him. Even with a long-term girlfriend of years, he’d habitually worn a condom every time they’d fucked. He’d only asked out of courtesy. But the gravity of Julian’s tone suggested it was something he did not take lightly.

“I believe you,” Michael said, holding Julian’s face in his hands before kissing him softly. Julian kissed back with an amount of tenderness that was near heartbreaking. His wasn’t the kiss of a young man who was experimenting or getting off with a bloke on a whim. His was the kiss of a loving partner, one who intended to be there in the morning when it was all over. “Dating” he’d told Rahul. They were dating, weren’t they? Miracle of miracles.

Julian nuzzled his nose sweetly against Michael’s. He breathed into Michael’s mouth, “Do you want to fuck me?”

I want to fuck you until you scream, Michael thought and only barely stopped himself from saying. He didn’t trust his voice not to betray him, so he only hissed, “Yes.”

It was better this way, with Julian loose and relaxed from his recent orgasm and stretched from Michael’s fingers. Michael was just now getting hard again and Julian’s offer sent blood shooting directly to his prick.

“Show me what to do,” Julian said, his voice breathy and rough.

He was so ready and willing that it made Michael’s head spin. When he’d fantasised about it, Julian had been reluctant, shy almost. But this version of him was keen, eager. It left Michael feeling off-kilter and aroused all at once.

After putting the cigarette out in the heavy glass ashtray on his bedside cabinet, he fumbled blindly in the drawer until he produced a sheet of condoms. Julian eyed them with a sort of nervous excitement. Michael manhandled him onto his stomach, lifting his hips until they were raised off the mattress and his arse was deliciously splayed in front of him. The welcoming pink pucker of his arsehole made him salivate. He could hardly wait to bury himself in that tight heat. The vein along the side of his cock pulsed with the need to be inside him.

He sheathed himself in the latex of the condom and squeezed out a ridiculous amount of lube onto it and Julian’s entrance. Julian flinched a little at the cold of the lubricant but soon relaxed again, his head buried in the fold of his arms.

Kneeling between Julian’s spread thighs, it was all Michael could do not to push right into him, fuck him hard and fast and mercilessly until achieving his own release. God, just the thought of it made his balls tighten. But he didn’t want to hurt him. He wasn’t going to hurt him. He repeated it in his mind like a mantra. He was in control. He could stop himself from going too far. Because he cared for Julian. He wanted him in his bed, just like this, every night for the foreseeable future. And hurting him would end all that. He was in control and he wasn’t going to let that happen. He had to breathe deeply and repeatedly remind himself of that as he knelt there, so close to his desire, with the darkness roiling in his belly threatening to spill over.

Instead, he worked two fingers into Julian once again, this time focusing on stretching him as much as possible and avoiding his prostate so as to not get him off too quickly. He took his time, an almost torturous amount of time, to quench his own desire into a manageable ember and not an overwhelming blaze that would destroy Julian as soon as he came in contact with it. By the time he finally added that third finger, Julian’s hips were keeping pace with his movements, pushing back against him and seeking out contact.

“Michael, I --” he choked out against the pillows. “Please.”

Unable to stop himself any longer, Michael lined up the aching head of his cock with Julian’s pliant entrance and pushed inside. He didn’t have the wherewithal to go slow. He plunged into him right up to the hilt, regardless of his massive girth stretching Julian to the breaking point even after his careful preparations.

“Fuck -- Michael -- Jesus fucking Christ,” Julian swore, one hand flying up to grip the headboard.

Hot. Tight. So fucking good. Michael’s thoughts ground to a halt. His entire existence whittled down to one single point of contact where his cock was squeezed inside Julian’s delicious arse. All he could do was groan, long and low, like some kind of animal in heat. It felt so good he nearly came right then and there, but he bent forwards and bit down on Julian’s shoulder, breathing through his nose until the explosive pleasure passed and settled into a more manageable hum.

With his regaining consciousness, he had the care to ask, “All right?”

“Y-yeah,” Julian squeaked through a constricted throat. “Just -- keep going, yeah?”