Chapter Fifteen

Grabbing Richie’s hand, he pressed it to his crotch. “Feel that? That’s you. That’s all you.”

Taking the hint, Richie slipped his hand down his pants and wrapped his hand around Lance’s hard length. He let out a groan, and he was instantly hard behind his fly. “You. God, you turn me on so much.”

“You ready for this? Really ready?”

Richie grabbed Lance’s shirt and pulled it open, buttons scattering. “I want you to take me to bed. Take me. Show me what it’s like to be loved by you.”

With few steps, Lance had him on his back on the bed and yanked his pants off like a magician. Richie leaned up on his elbow and stared at Lance. “Lemme see you, sexy. Show me everything.”

Without hesitation, Lance unfastened his pants and slipped everything down his hips to a heap on the floor, and stepped out of them. His shaft stood straight and proud. Wrapping a hand around himself, Lance took a few strokes over himself and smirked.

“You want this?”

“Yes, yes,” Richie said. “Get on the bed. Please. I’m ready to beg.”

“I might like that another night.” Lance moved toward him as Richie slid back on the bed making room for him. “But tonight, that hot ass is mine.”

“It’s always yours,” Richie answered.

Lance wrapped a hand around him and pumped slowly. All thought left Richie’s head, but this time it was all good. He wanted to get lost in this, lost in his best friend’s—boyfriend’s arms.

“I want to return the blowjob, Richie, but not right now. Right now, I need to be inside you as soon as I can.”

Richie stopped him with a hand on either cheek. “We’re fixing something right now, Lance. I didn’t kiss you the last time this happened and that was wrong. All wrong. I like kissing you, and I want to do a lot of it.” Leaning in, he nibbled at Lance’s lips, softly at first, then with more determination. Lance, though, was serious when he claimed it was his turn. There was nothing gentle or subtle about this kiss he returned. Pressing in hard, he slanted his mouth across Richie’s and conquered him with his tongue, delving in, possessing, owning him.

Shit, he tasted so good. And Lance in control? He didn’t know he could get harder than he had been until that moment.

Lowering himself to cover Richie, Lance made sure that their erections slipped past each other, rubbing velvet against velvet. Both men groaned and Richie stuttered.

“I’m not going to last, Lance. Baby, show me what you got.”

Baby. Lance liked the sound of that. Pushing his legs apart, he reached for the bottle of lube. “We need to prepare you, Richie. You can’t just shove this up there.”

“You do it. I want to feel your fingers.”

Lance grinned. “Maybe I can give you back that blow job…” He grabbed the small bottled of lube and nestled between his legs. “My, that’s impressive, Richie. No wonder I felt that when you had sex with me.” His tongue darted out and tasted the liquid from the tip, and quickly followed up by wrapping his lips around the bulbous head. He didn't really suck. He teased and tasted, and while he had Richie distracted, he dripped some lube on his fingers.

Carefully and slowly, he worked one finger into the dark entrance of his boyfriend’s ass. Richie’s breath caught in his chest, panting a moment later. It was a long process. This was virgin territory. His and his alone. There was no other man who ever had or ever would be in this place. Thrusting not unkindly, moving in and out, he matched the rhythm of his mouth over Richie’s shaft.

It was clear that Richie hadn’t ever realized how much pleasure he could experience with another man. Lance had every intention of showing him every night until forever. And right at that moment, Richie’s eyes were rolling back in his head for the sensations that he was creating.

“Lance, you have to stop… stop or I’m going cum. I don’t want to do that yet.”

He pulled off his erection at the same time he slid a second finger in with the first. “You’re not ready, Richie. You’re not—”

Lance found himself yanked up and kissed hard, consumed by Richie’s mouth. “You need to take my ass right now. I want to feel this. I want to feel you.”

Grabbing Richie’s chin, he kissed him back. “Condom. Lube. Now.”

Fumbling on the dresser, Richie snagged one and handed the lube to Lance. He took Lance’s erection in his hand and rolled the protection on him. Lance saw him shiver, and the lust light up his eyes.

“You want this.”

“Yes. Yes, Lance. I want you.”

Lance gave a playful shove, and landed Richie on his back, his shaft standing straight and hard. He pushed his legs apart and teased his tight ring once again. The look on Richie’s face was fantastic, exquisite as Lance crawled over him and maneuvered the tip of his length to him.

This was finally real. Lance pressed forward and passed the ring of muscles as he crushed his mouth to Richie’s, kissing him as if his life depended on it. And as they kissed, Lance filled Richie, slowly, carefully, swallowing all of his moans, gasps and the few little grunts of pain. It wasn’t a smooth entry, but it was one of the most amazing experiences of his life. Lance relished each and every inch he gained.

Finally, finally, he felt himself fully inside Richie, and nudged him with a thrust. “You feel amazing around me, Richie. So amazing.”

A deep breath in and out, and Richie licked his lips. “Move, Lance. Move. This is incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” He leaned over his boyfriend and began thrusting inside him. A gentle rhythm to get Richie used to him. “Want to make it even more amazing for both of us? Wrap that hand around your cock and stroke with me.”

“Oh… shit…” Richie followed his direction and his hand was held between their bodies and moved with their bodies. “Yes, Lance. Oh, God yes.”

“Somebody likes this.” Lance smirked. “I want you to cum with me, Richie.”

“At his rate… oh, God… you’re going to have go faster because… OH! I’m cumming!” Richie caught his eyes. “Harder, Lance. Just do it, Just go!”

Not one to argue, Lance started pistoning in and out of his boyfriend’s ass, giving up all pretense of taking his time or staying in control. The greatest feeling and it was quickly matched and overtaken by the sensation of his climax boiling up and claiming his every muscle.

He came, hard, filling the barrier that was buried in Richie as Richie groaned and came as well. The dark entrance he was seated in tightened and tried to hold him there as Richie’s cum spilled from his shaft pinned between their bodies.

“Oh, holy shit, yessssss…” Richie gasped, turning to complete jelly under Lance a moment later.

***

Lance was happy to let Richie come around and get used to the idea of being with a guy. That was why he didn't force PDA or make him hang all over him when he played the clubs. Since the Ithaca Festival, things had really taken off for him, so he'd been spinning a lot.

This particular night he was the DJ for a different kind of affair. It was a wedding Richie had been asked to cater. Their DJ had bailed at the last minute and Richie had suggested him to do a different type of DJing. The wedding party was freaking out.

Lance had agreed, mostly because he loved weddings and money was always good. He couldn't help but think how adorable Richie looked in his chef hat. He was so proud of his boyfriend he could hardly stand it. It was hard not to beam and introduce him to everyone like that, but he was giving Richie the respect and time he needed.

He'd been playing requests for a while when the bride came up and told him she knew who he was and she'd like him to really DJ when the older guests left. He was happy he always had his turntables with him and told her he'd be more than happy to do anything for the bride on her big day.

"How's it going?" Richie popped over to ask him in between directing the staff he'd hired to restock the buffet and checking on his food.

"Great, the bride is going to let me spin once her parents go home." Lance lit up. Richie liked seeing him happy and was glad he'd been able to get the gig for him.

Richie was proud of him, and he’d started to make some decisions based on their relationship. He appreciated Lance gave him time to get used to the idea of being with a man. It was what he needed in a supportive and loving partner and he was starting to ease into things like PDA and calling him ‘my boyfriend’ when talking about him with his friends.

"That's awesome, but you know what that means?"

"What?" Lance had no clue what he was going to say.

"I need to take you for a spin around the dance floor while the music is still romantic." Richie smiled and held his hand out for Lance to take.

Lance was surprised but pleased and took his hand allowing him to take him out in the middle of all the dancing couples and spin him into his arms.

"Where did you learn to dance like this?" Lance asked as Richie showed an ability to lead he wasn't aware he possessed.

"My mother made me take lessons at a very young age. She wanted me to be able to dance at weddings so she could get compliments on how talented I was. She'd be so proud right now." Richie laughed knowing his mom would be horrified if she saw what he was doing.

"That sounds like something your mom would do." Lance laughed as Richie spun him out and back to him.

He pressed his lips against Lance's softly and cradled the back of his head. Lance's heart melted a little at the gesture. It was a big step in their relationship and he was thrilled with Richie.

"I love you," Richie whispered after their lips parted and went back to twirling Lance around the dance floor.