Page 21 of Those Eyes, That Mouth

He climbed onto the mattress and I followed, covering his mouth with mine. He pulled me down on top of him and I settled between his legs.

I broke the kiss, went for his throat, then worked my way down to his chest. When I closed my mouth over his nipple, he arched off the bed.

"Fuck. Do that again."

I sucked harder, scraping my teeth across the tip, and he made a strangled noise.

His hands were in my hair, holding me there.

I switched to the other side, giving it the same attention, and his hips started rolling beneath me, his cock grinding against my stomach.

He breathed my name against my hair.

I kissed my way back up to his lips. "Yeah?"

"I want—“ He broke off, breathing hard. "I want you to fuck me."

The bluntness of it stunned me. "Now?"

"Yeah.”

He reached over the side of the bed, fumbling for his backpack. When he sat back up, he had a condom in one hand and a huge tube of KY jelly in the other.

I stared at the lube. It was like, fucking family size. The one you'd feel self-conscious carrying to the register.

I started giggling. I couldn't help it.

His face went red. "What?"

"Jesus Christ. How much did you think we'd need?"

"I didn't know!" He tried to sound defensive, but he grinned. "Safe sex."

I was still chuckling, but I was also harder than I'd ever been in my life. "You're ridiculous."

"You wanna do it or not?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

He tore open the condom packet with his teeth—which shouldn't have been as hot as it was—and handed it to me.

I'd never actually needed one before. I'd bought them once, practiced alone in my room at home, but I'd never done anything with another guy that required one. I sat back and rolled it on, trying not to look as inexperienced as I felt.

He squeezed lube onto the tips of his fingers, and reached down between his legs.

I watched him. He didn't seem embarrassed. He looked focused. Determined.

"Have you done this before?"

He shook his head, still working his fingers into himself. "You're my first." He looked at me, his eyes glassy in the dim light. "First kiss. First everything."

"Nathan." My throat felt thick. "Then how do you know how to⁠—"

"Gay porn." He said it like it was obvious.

I blinked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Why?"