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“You ready to prep me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Grinning himself, Jackson moved to the side, still on his hands and knees, ass presented to Wyatt. Wyatt rolled around, making the bed bounce in an amusing way, and settled behind Jackson. His stomach tightened a bit but he shoved those old memories away, very much trusting Wyatt to stop if it hurt. It hadn’t hurt in a long time, but the fear never went away.
The cap on the lube popped, and then a cold, wet finger rubbed against his hole. Jackson closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensations, enjoying the careful way Wyatt pressed that first finger into him. “Holy shit, you’re tight,” Wyatt said. “Wow. Will this—?”
“It’ll work.” He pushed back, taking more of Wyatt’s finger. “In and out. Plenty of lube. I’ll tell you when to try two.”
“Okay.”
Wyatt was so tentative that it endeared him to Jackson even more, while also frustrating him so he began to fuck himself in faster, harder thrusts until he knew. “Two now.” The stretch and burn only lasted a handful of seconds, followed by a familiar, pleasant fullness inside that he’d missed. And as much as he’d love to feel four of Wyatt’s fingers in his ass, he wanted dick a lot more.
“Get the condom on,” Jackson said. “Now.”
He missed Wyatt’s fingers the moment they were gone, but he knew what was coming and craved it. Craved the pressure and slide and slam when the other guy really got going and pounded his ass. He listened to the crinkle of the wrapper and the sticky sound of Wyatt putting the condom on, kind of wanting to watch but also not wanting to make the kid self-conscious doing it for the first time.
Jackson was kind of honored to be the one guiding Wyatt through his first time. Experience often trumped eagerness when it came to significant things like sex.
The bed creaked and moved beneath him. Jackson breathed evenly, doing his best to relax his lower body as Wyatt scooted closer behind him. Smiled at the first press of Wyatt’s glans to his hole. “Steady goes it,” Jackson said. “Push. Trust me, I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
“I do trust you. Fuck. Okay.” On a hard thrust that made Jackson gasp, Wyatt breached him. “Oh shit, was that too far?”
“No, just give me a sec to breathe. It’s been a hot minute so I need to adjust. It ain’t like porn where the bottom’s prepped and ready for a hard fuck.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Jackson angled his head and smiled. “Keep going, short thrusts. Feels good, trust me.”
“Okay, good. I want this to feel good for you, too.”
Everything about Wyatt’s hesitations and concern turned Jackson on more than he thought possible, keeping him hard even though he often lost wood during penetration. And as Wyatt finally began to move inside him, Jackson closed his eyes and remembered everything he loved about this intimate act.
Wyatt was losing his damned mind in the very best way, and he never wanted to feel sane again. Not if the alternative was every nerve in his body singing an aria while his dick slipped deeper and deeper into Jackson Sumner’s ass. A thickly muscled ass without a tan line on it, which suggested the guy sunbathed naked, and why not when he lived alone in an abandoned motel? Wyatt loved feeling the sun on his bare skin.
Bare skin currently pressed close to Jackson’s as he draped himself over Jackson’s back, one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, mostly to steady himself. His body was so alive with sensations, far beyond the ultimate pleasure surrounding his dick, that he thought he might fly off the bed and right into the sky.
Fucking a girl had been good. Fucking a dude? Mind-blowingly, amazingly perfect, and Wyatt could stay here forever.
Too bad his dick had other ideas. His hips snapped almost by themselves, and he shoved deeper into Jackson’s ass. Even with the rubber, the heat around his cock was intense, almost painfully so.
“Oh yeah,” Jackson moaned. “I’m good, go harder, Wyatt. Fuck me.”
The panted demand broke the last of Wyatt’s hesitation. All he could do was act on instinct and thrust. To chase his release and, he hoped, push Jackson toward his own. For all his lack of experience with sex, Wyatt didn’t want to be a selfish lover, especially when he really liked the guy he was fucking.
He also selfishly wanted to see Jackson’s face. This wasn’t some anonymous encounter with a stranger. This was them. Wyatt and Jackson.
His whole body protested when Wyatt held the condom and pulled out. Jackson twisted his upper body around, both eyebrows arched in surprise. “No stamina, firebrand?” he teased.
“Get on your back.” Wyatt surprised himself with the forceful command. Jackson’s eyes widened briefly, a kind of heat flaring in them, then he did as told. He rolled onto his back and raised both legs, holding them up and open with a hand behind each knee. Wyatt could just see Jackson’s hole from here and he wanted back inside.
He leaned forward and planted his hands on the mattress on either side Jackson’s head and kissed him. A hard press of lips Jackson returned in kind, and it told Wyatt everything he needed to know. Wyatt rocked his hips and Jackson grabbed him by the waist, allowing his legs to wrap around Wyatt. Heels dug into Wyatt’s ass, urging him on. They moved together, Wyatt driving in and Jackson rising up to meet him, an imperfect rhythm that drove Wyatt toward the edge faster than he expected. He wanted this to last. With Jackson writhing below him, his solid body cradling him, demanding him, Wyatt felt freer than he ever had in his life.
Too soon his balls drew up tight and release colored the edges of his awareness. Wyatt thrust harder, deeper, wanting more of that perfect heat, more of everything. “So fucking close. Are you?”
“Hell yeah.” Jackson grabbed his own dick and jerked himself. He threw his head back as he came, his ass squeezing impossibly tight around Wyatt’s cock. His come splattered Wyatt’s chest and belly, a slick heat that threw Wyatt over the edge. He thrust hard once, twice, three times, and then his own orgasm crested. Seemed to hover just out of reach, like a wave that couldn’t quite hit shore. Then he crashed. His body broke apart and came back together in that moment, and all he knew was a constant flow of amazing pleasure washing through his entire being.
His hips jerked through the aftershocks, and he barely registered Jackson’s deep pants. Wyatt was too far gone on endorphins from fucking a guy for the first time. A guy he liked a hell of a lot more than he should, considering he was a coworker. None of that mattered in this moment, though. Nope. All that mattered was dicks and come and orgasms and Jackson.
