Remi couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Kris felt so perfect in his arms and around his waist as they stumbled their way from the kitchen to the living room. Remi was tempted to drop Kris right there on the sofa and get to business. The only thing that kept his legs moving was the box of condoms he had in the nightstand by his bed.

“Uh,” he said between frantic kisses. Fuck, Kris tasted like candy and smelled like sunshine and it was driving Remi wild. “We, uh, need condoms, right?” Obviously neither of them could get pregnant, but there were other health issues guys still had to think about, he was sure.

Kris nodded against his lips. “Probably best to be safe,” he mumbled into Remi’s mouth. “Can talk later, about that, if want. Now, now is sex.”

Remi laughed at his half-formed sentences. Kris was clinging to Remi like a monkey, digging his fingers into Remi’s flesh and tightening his legs around his waist. Remi could feel Kris’s erection rubbing against his stomach, demanding attention. Remi was amazed at how not freaked out he was by that.

He had always wondered how he would react if he was ever confronted with another guy’s cock in a sexual situation. All his life, he’d been surrounded by the idea that a man’s dick was his pride and joy. But any hint of being interested in another dude’s junk was gay and obviously gay was bad.

But right then, Remi was salivating. Kris’s prick was nudging him, desperate to be touched and petted and…sucked? Could Remi suck it? He liked going down on girls plenty. It drove him crazy to see them go wild as his tongue and lips worked their magic. Would Kris like that, too?

Okay, yeah, any residual doubt about him being bi was evaporating faster than a puddle in the Texas heat. He was so into this.

He was so into Kris.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Remi uttered as he carefully walked them upstairs. It was slow going because he wasn’t letting up on kissing Kris at all. But they would get to the bedroom soon enough. He didn’t want to waste a second that he could have his lips on Kris’s. No matter how many times they banged into the wall or the banister. “So cute and fucking feisty.”

Kris grinned like the Cheshire cat. “You haven’t even gotten me in the sack yet,” he said wickedly. Remi groaned.

“Holy fuck,” he panted. Somehow, they made it up the stairs. Remi managed not to crash into anything on the landing. Then finally, mercifully, they were in his bedroom. The one that Kris had taken such care to redecorate. It already felt like he belonged in there with Remi.

They tumbled on top of the covers in a tangle of limbs, grinning too much as they tried to keep kissing while pulling at each other’s tops. “You’ve really never done this before?” Kris asked breathlessly as he lifted his arms and allowed Remi to yank his muscle shirt off. As soon as it was over his head, he lunged for Remi’s T-shirt.

Remi laughed as it got stuck around his ears and they both had to tug at the thing to get it over his head. “No, but, it’s kind of the same basic principle, right? Get naked and…” He paused. Actually, what did two guys do, exactly? Obviously, he’d indulged in all that porn. But it was a little different in practice. What was he supposed to do now?

Kris must have sensed his hesitation. He pushed Remi over onto his back and lay on top. A part of Remi’s brain noted the lack of boobs, but the rest of him was reveling in the sensation of feeling so much warm skin pressed against his chest.

“What do you want to do with me when you’ve gotten me naked?” Kris asked, his voice low and sexy. Remi’s cock was already straining in his jeans, but that just made it harder. Kris bit his lip then began kissing down Remi’s chest.

Remi was still stunned by the fact that Kris was attracted to him as well. Having been so unsure, Remi was starting to think his worries had been completely without foundation. He obviously had meant what he’d said about dreaming of Remi. Kris was desperate for him.

Remi was desperate for Kris, too. When he locked his lips around Remi’s nipple and sucked, Remi cried out, a purely animalistic sound. He felt feral. He could smell Kris’s musk under his aftershave. It was male and earthy, and damn, Remi wanted to lick his entire fucking body.

“Anything,” Remi said, finally answering Kris’s question. “I said – need help. What do you like?”

Kris left the nipple and made a quick trail of kisses down Remi’s belly before jumping back up the bed. He was a little firecracker. “You got lube as well as condoms?” Remi nodded. Kris licked his lips, then bit Remi’s lower lip between his teeth, releasing it slowly. “You wanna fuck my sweet, tight ass?”

Remi’s brain almost short-circuited. He managed to nod again. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “That sounds good.”

It also sounded easy enough. Having sex with women basically involved putting his dick inside them, once he’d warmed them up, of course. He felt like he could cope with doing the same for Kris.

But he was starting to appreciate he wasn’t in charge here. Kris grabbed Remi’s crotch through his jeans and squeezed his sensitive bulge. Remi cried out and arched his back in pleasure. “Can I ride you?”

“R-ride?” Remi repeated.

Kris giggled and nibbled at his ear. “Sit on you like this with your cock up my ass.”

Remi swallowed, then gasped. “Wow, yes, please, that sounds, uh, real swell, thank you.”

Kris dissolved into peals of laughter and flopped beside him on the bed. “Oh my god, you’re adorable,” he said. He cupped Remi’s cheek and gave him a look so sincere it took Remi’s breath away. They weren’t just playing around here. This was a little deeper than that. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Remi felt a twinge of doubt. He placed his hand over Kris’s on his cheek. “Is this okay?” he whispered. There was a part of him that was still anxious he was taking advantage of Kris.

But Kris grinned. “Oh, baby,” he said, that sass back in his voice. He darted forward and smacked a big kiss on Remi’s mouth. “This is so okay. Can we get nakey now?”

Remi laughed, too. “Yes, naked, good,” he managed to rasp.

Kris shimmied away from him and with a flick of the wrist, his booty shorts were gone. He wasn’t wearing underwear underneath.

“O-ohh,” Remi stuttered.

It wasn’t a bad reaction. More…well…there it was. Kris’s cock. It wasn’t that different to Remi’s. A bit redder and smaller, but Kris was paler than he was generally and smaller all over. He was also extremely groomed. There was just a short length of hair in a neat strip above his cock, nothing down his legs or on his balls, unlike Remi.

He liked it.

“Can I touch it?” he asked, then immediately felt stupid, a flush blossoming on his face. But Kris just tossed the shorts on the floor and rolled back beside Remi.

“That’s the idea,” he purred. “I’d love you to.”

Remi kissed him again because that seemed safer. Then he curled his fingers around Kris’s shaft and stroked.

They both cussed into each other’s mouths. Remi felt like he was handling hot, hard velvet. He loved it. Kris obviously liked it a bit, too.

“God, yes, squeeze it,” he commanded. Remi did as he was told. Kris inhaled through his teeth, then attacked Remi with desperate kisses.

It didn’t last long before Kris was fumbling with Remi’s fly, trying to get him out of his jeans. Remi was glad he was barefoot, because once the button was open, he slammed down the zipper and kicked his way free of both jeans and briefs in the time it took him to draw breath and go back to kissing Kris’s pretty, candy-floss-pink lips.

Their cocks were bumping together, sending sparks through Remi’s body. He wondered what Kris thought of his junk – if it bothered him it was hairier. But Kris didn’t seem to care as he rutted against him.

“What do I do?” Remi asked.

Kris shook his head. “The supplies are in this drawer here?” Remi nodded as Kris pointed to the nightstand. “Then, baby, you do nothing. Just lay back-” he pushed Remi’s chest, encouraging him to fall flat on the bed “-and enjoy the show.”

Remi watched, his chest rising up and down, as Kris preened, straddling Remi’s hips with his cock pointing to the ceiling. He used his hands like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune, showing off as he pulled open the drawer and retrieved the packet of condoms and pump of lube. Remi bit his lip. He’d used that with a few of the girls he’d dated over the past couple of years, sure. But he’d also fingered himself with the help of what was inside many times.

Kris didn’t know that, obviously. He dropped one of the condom foils within easy reach, then pumped a couple of dollops of shiny lube on his fingers.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he said. He kissed Remi while he reached back behind his own ass. “This’ll just take a few minutes. I can entertain you until then.”

But Remi frowned. From what he could tell, Kris was fingering himself, stretching himself out ready for Remi’s cock slide to inside him.

Remi felt drunk. He knew he wasn’t, but he had that same dizzying high. Also, that same reckless abandonment of the tongue.

“Can’t I do that?” he asked, slightly petulantly. He felt like Kris was denying him something. But as soon as he said it, he felt stupid. He didn’t know what he was doing. Yet he wanted to shove his fingers up the most personal, intimate place a guy had?

Of course Kris just grinned and snorted, darting down for another kiss. “You can if you want,” he suggested with a saucy air. “When did you last cut your nails?”

Remi would never have thought of that, but he thanked his lucky stars he’d actually trimmed them just a couple of days ago. Thank fuck he’d become more interested in self-care recently. Kris grinned when Remi showed him his hands. Then he dropped beside Remi on his belly and wiggled his ass.

“Play all you like,” he invited, batting his eyelashes.

Well, damn it. Remi wasn’t going to back down now. He grabbed the lube and pumped it a couple of times over his fingers. Then he scooched up beside Kris, spooning him.

“Hi,” Kris said cheekily.

“Hi,” Remi replied softly.

Kris leaned over to kiss Remi’s lips gently. It gave him the courage he needed to slip his fingers in between Kris’s ass cheeks where it was already slippery and stroke his hole. Here was totally hairless too.

Kris moaned into his mouth. “Feels good,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” Remi asked. He couldn’t stop the little smile that played on his lips. God, he wanted to make Kris happy. “How about this?”

He pushed his middle finger inside. It was so different doing this on someone else. Kris hummed and nodded, his eyelids fluttering closed.

Remi cuddled closer to Kris’s body. The arm underneath Remi felt awkward, so he pulled it out from under his body and slid it under Kris’s neck, giving him a pillow.

“Oh, baby,” Kris mumbled, snuggling down and kissing Remi’s bicep. “Fuck, your body is phenomenal.”

Remi smiled at the compliment and kissed the tip of Kris’s nose. “So’s yours.”

Kris scoffed. “Not really,” he said. “I’m skinny.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Remi said with determination. “Slim and sweet and very huggable.” He was stroking the inside of Kris’s hole, looking for the textured bump of his prostate. He knew as soon as he found it because Kris suddenly jerked, his eyes flying open.

“Oh, baby,” Kris cried. “There, right there. Oh fuck, don’t stop!”

Remi grinned. He had no intention of stopping after getting such an amazing result. He did add another finger, though. Kris squirmed deliciously against him. “You look so beautiful,” Remi said, his voice hoarse. He heard the slight awe in his words, as did Kris he suspected, from the way he opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Fuck me,” Kris whispered. He pushed himself against Remi’s fingers and kissed him, hard. “Fuck me with your big cock, Remi Washington. I want to feel you inside me.”

Remi should have known Kris was a dirty talker, but damn, it was a turn-on.

“Are you ready?” he asked, a little dubious. His hole still felt tight around Remi’s fingers. But Kris shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Need you now, goddamn it.”

Remi laughed at his petulance. “Wow, you’re a bossy one, aren’t you?”

Kris preened and rolled his body against Remi’s. “You know it, baby,” he rasped.

Remi was so turned on he was dizzy. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the comforter so he could roll the condom over his straining erection. Kris watched him hungrily. But when Remi went to position himself behind Kris, Kris shook his head.

“More lube,” he said, nodding toward Remi’s cock.

“Oh,” Remi said, thrown. “Sure, sorry.”

Kris reached out and took his hand. “Don’t be, sugar,” he said warmly. “I like that you’re learning with me.” Then he licked his lips and spanked the side of Remi’s thigh. “Now let me see you stroking that big dick. Get it dripping wet for me.”

Remi snorted, feeling a bit embarrassed. But he wanted to make Kris happy above anything else. So he grabbed the lube once more, coating his fingers. Then he kneeled, displaying his cock while he rubbed the slippery substance all over it.

Kris’s eyes danced as he took in the sight, his breathing shallow. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he hissed. “That looks so good. Come over here and jam that thing inside me.”

Remi crawled over him. Kris grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and put it under his hips, angling his ass up toward Remi’s cock. Normally, Remi would just use one hand to angle himself inside, but he soon discovered he needed a bit of help pulling apart Kris’s ass cheeks. But soon enough, his tip was breaching the hole.

“Holy fuck,” Remi hissed. “Oh, man, Kris, you’re so tight. This is awesome. Is this okay? Does it feel okay?”

Kris was biting his lip and gripping the bed sheets, but he nodded emphatically. “Yes, yes,” he cried. “Just keep going.”

Remi didn’t want to go too fast. He was worried it might be too much for Kris. So he took his time pushing inside, inch by inch. Kris moaned and wriggled beneath him. Now Remi’s hands were free, he used them to run up and down Kris’s sides, feeling every desperate breath he took. Then he leaned down and kissed between Kris’s shoulder blades. His skin was damp with perspiration and he tasted salty.

This was everything Remi could have dreamed of. He’d often wondered – hoped – that one day he would get to experience this kind of intimacy with a guy. But to be doing it with Kris, who had become so important to him, was incredible. He groaned as he bottomed out. Even with the condom on, it still felt amazing. So tight and hot. Perfect.

“Kris?” he asked, not able to think of any other words. Kris was panting and still gripping the sheets.

“Just…give me a sec,” he panted.

But Remi was concerned. Women didn’t usually have that kind of reaction. Yeah, he had quite a big cock, but it wasn’t a monster. But obviously it took a bit more effort to get inside an ass than it did a vagina, and he’d never done anal with a woman before.

“Are you all right?” Remi asked anxiously. “Have I hurt you?”

Thankfully, Kris laughed and looked over his shoulder at him. “It’s fine,” he assured him firmly. “It just takes a minute to adjust. Come here and kiss me.”

Remi propped himself on his elbows and captured Kris’s lips with his own. They kissed sweetly with his cock nestled perfectly inside Kris’s ass. Gradually, Kris began to undulate, rolling his cheeks against Remi’s crotch. Remi groaned.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he rasped into Kris’s mouth.

Kris nodded. “Fuck me, baby,” he said between kisses. “Fuck me hard with your big, gorgeous cock. Make me scream.”

“Oh, baby,” Remi uttered, trying out the word for the first time with his new lover. He thought it might have felt weird calling a dude that. But with Kris, much like everything else, it felt just right. “Like that?”

He slid his dick out most of the way, then pushed it back in, angling his hips so his cock curved upward, searching for Kris’s sweet spot again. It took him a couple of thrusts, but Kris suddenly scrabbled to grab hold of the bedsheets again and he figured he’d nailed it.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” Kris wailed. “Harder, baby, just like that. Fuck, yes!”

In no time, Remi was really pounding into him. Sweat was running down his back and dripping from his forehead onto Kris’s skin. They were slippery and in perfect sync and it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Jesus, he wasn’t going to take long to come at this rate. But he desperately didn’t want this to be over.

As preoccupied as he was, a dark thought managed to sneak into his mind. What would happen when they finished? Would it be awkward? What was going to happen to their friendship? Or would Kris be interested in, what, dating? Would Remi have to come out to everyone right away? What would his family think?

He realized he had slowed down when Kris turned and looked over his shoulder at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He reached for Remi’s hand and gripped it tight.

Remi shook his head. “Sorry,” he gasped.

He was being ridiculous. What the hell was he doing thinking about shit like that when he was balls deep in Kris’s perfect ass with those beautiful silvery-blue eyes looking up at him so tenderly?

Remi leaned down and kissed Kris. “I just started overthinking, that’s all. I’m good.”

But Kris shook his head. “Do you want to stop?”

“Definitely not,” Remi spluttered. “I’m being stupid. I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous and this is so fucking hot and I’m ruining it.”

Again, Kris shook his head. “Time-out,” he whispered. He kissed Remi then turned, easing Remi’s cock out of his ass. Remi bit his lip and cursed himself. He was ruining everything. But Kris didn’t seem mad. When they were face-to-face, chest to chest, he cupped his free hand to Remi’s face and squeezed the one he was already holding. “This is your first time with a man. You’re allowed to need a second to catch your breath. If it helps, you are doing so well.” He rolled his eyes and grinned. “Like, crazy good. I’m having an amazing time.”

Remi laughed, feeling some of the tension leave his body. “I’m having a great time, too,” he said honestly. “You’re so sexy and fun and, god, thank you, Kris.”

Kris kissed him slowly. “Pleasure’s all mine, honey bun,” he said sweetly. “Now, do you want to carry on? I promise, if it’s too much, we can just stop right now, I won’t mind.”

“Well, I’d mind,” Remi said gruffly.

Kris laughed and spanked Remi’s ass. Fuck, he liked that.

“If I remember, I promised to ride you,” Kris said with a raised eyebrow. “Would Baby like that?”

Remi nodded, obediently rolling onto his back. “Yes, he would. Sounds hot as fuck.”

Kris grinned as he climbed on top of him, lowering himself down on Remi’s glistening cock. They both moaned. Yeah, Remi liked this. He could see Kris’s face and kiss him when Kris leaned down. He could also see his hard, weeping dick, bobbing around as he moved.

Kris reached for Remi’s hands, placing them by his shoulders and lacing their fingers together. Then he started rolling his hips, grinding down on Remi.

“Shit, baby, yes,” Remi cried. “That feels perfect. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Kris growled. He was like a small, powerful animal. “I’m going to make you come in my ass. I’m going to make a mess all over you, Remi Washington.”

Remi loved the way he said his name like that. It was so possessive. “Kris,” he said, trying it out himself. He squeezed his hands and angled his hips up to meet Kris’s ass every time he dropped back down. “Kris Novak, my hot little minx.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Kris yelled, dropping his head back and exposing his throat. “I want you to come, Remi. Do it, you beast. Come in my ass.”

Remi was close. He rutted frantically. Then Kris let go with one hand and wrapped it around Remi’s throat. Not enough to hinder his breathing, but enough to make him feel pinned down. God, it was good.

“Jerk me off,” Kris commanded. “Make me come on you, Remi. Touch me, oh, fuck.”

Remi made a tunnel with his hand, allowing Kris to fuck into it. It was slippery with precum and felt so good. Remi wished he’d played with it more, but there was no time now. They were both yelling and gnashing their teeth.

Remi’s orgasm hit him like a train, tearing through his body and snatching his breath away. He buckled as Kris kept riding him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. Then Kris snapped forward with a bellow as he began shooting white streaks along Remi’s chest.

They shivered as their climaxes peaked. Then Remi flopped back into the bed and Kris dropped on top of him. “Shit,” Kris whispered with a giggle. “That was…wow.”

Remi managed to drop his hands over Kris’s back and hug him while he stared at the ceiling fan going around and around, trying to collect his wits. “Is it always that good?” he asked.

Kris lifted his head to give him a kiss. “No,” he said with a grin. “It’s not.”

Remi was aware they should clean up. But he was so sleepy already and Kris felt so good lying on top of him. He hugged him tighter and nuzzled his face into the crook of Kris’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispered.

It was still light outside, but Remi could feel himself drifting off. The fan was cooling the sweat on their skin and he could feel Kris’s heart beating through his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from falling into an easy sleep.