What was wrong with his brain? And his common sense, and his body, for that matter? Dylan seriously wondered. Jamie had practically dragged Dylan up to his bedroom before it finally sank in: Jamie wanted to have sex. With him.
Not just any man, but Jamie. With him.
He was supposed to be the more experienced and slightly older man in the friends with benefits arrangement. Yet, he felt like a guy who'd never been kissed before. He did not know what to do first, or what to do next. Where to put his hands? How to breathe and kiss at the same time?
Dylan, who was normally so self-confident, fumbled, fearful of letting himself down and disappointing Jamie.
It was a wonder they'd come this far, as Dylan realized he'd misread the signs and misunderstood the very obvious signals. All day, Jamie had taken every initiative, despite being the guest. It was only once on his bed, with a naked Jamie in his arms, that the pieces began to slot into place in Dylan's mind. Jamie couldn't have been clearer if he'd issued a written invitation accompanied by a fully illustrated instructional manual. He wanted to test all the working parts.
Everything seemed in perfect working order as far as Dylan could tell.
Dylan ran his hands over Jamie's exposed stomach and chest. Even though among friends Jamie displayed more of his feminine side, with his hands-on-hips mannerisms, underneath it all he had exactly what Dylan wanted. The perfect body for him wasn't a gym Queen on steroids, but smooth, soft skin, taut over hard muscles. A masculine, angular frame and just enough body hair for Dylan to brush his fingers through and twirl between his fingertips.
Verdict: Jamie was fucking gorgeous in bed.
After knocking knees several times while they kissed and held each other side by side, Dylan took his turn to act. He sat up and straddled Jamie such that they were balls to balls, erections sliding nicely alongside each other while Dylan leaned forward to kiss Jamie. At that time, Dylan felt a hand tighten around his shaft, but not completely. He looked down to see Jamie using two hands to squeeze their cocks, rubbing them together with one hand while with the other, his palm curled around the crowns, mixing and blending the natural lubricant of their precum.
"Oh, my. Fuck." A hand on his cock never felt so good as when it belonged to someone else. But it felt even better when he could see it like this. In his bedroom, on his bed.
"What is it, Dylan? Do you like that?" Jamie had transformed from friend to incredible lover. Sexy and confident. A man who tasted perfect. Who looked and felt so delicious lying beneath him. It would be so easy for Dylan to imagine doing this on a regular basis with Jamie. And only with Jamie. As boyfriends.
"Yes. You know I fuckin' like it." Impulsively, Dylan thrust a little into the hand that held him.
"What else do you want, Dylan? Do you want me to fuck you?" Jamie looked up, flushed arousal showing on his face, though his voice sounded steady and calm.
"Oh, my. Fuck. Yes." Dylan panted his reply. And he pulled away to reach out for a condom and lube. He couldn't remember ever being so nervous with a guy in the bedroom; it was as if he was a virgin. Although neither of them was, not really.
"Are you sure you want to top? Because I can fuck you, Jamie."
"I'm pretty sure I want my cock in you. Is that too much to ask?"
Dylan chuckled as he opened the foil packet, and slipped out the lubricated latex protection. "Here's a condom."
Jamie took it and slipped it over his erection, while Dylan coated his fingers in lube and then pressed them into himself.
"How are we going to do this?" Jamie asked.
"Like this." Dylan swung a leg over Jamie again and lowered himself onto Jamie's dick. "It's been a long time. Weeks." As he said it, he realized months was more accurate, but did not correct himself. After so long, the invading phallus felt impossibly huge. Dylan lowered himself slowly, stopping a number of times, but the burn of discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure that he knew would follow.
Lying before him, Jamie also took in deep breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly. They exactly mirrored each other's breathing patterns. Dylan lowered himself completely until it was impossible to go further. He was sat squarely on top of Jamie, who in turn appeared stunned by the experience.
"Dylan, if you ever move again, I might come instantly."
"I think I'll stay still for a moment." Dylan needed to adjust to the sensation too.
He didn't consider Jamie a virgin, because anal sex wasn't the only kind of sex gay guys have. Anal was only one thing. One very pleasant thing, granted, but certainly not something Dylan did with all the guys he went to bed with. Honestly, Dylan loved it but didn't do it every time with every man. Like Jamie, he had to feel a certain level of compatibility and trust first.
"This feels completely different to anything else, ever, and amazing. I might have to think about politics or shop window displays to calm down and make this last more than twelve seconds."
"You do that if you want to. Don't let me distract you." Dylan raised his body and then lowered it again at a speed so slow it probably counted as mental torture. Dylan was ready for a little more, but he didn't want to go too fast for Jamie.
"How does it feel, Dylan?"
It felt like his body had turned to liquid and reformed around Jamie as a perfect fit. And the pre-climactic pressure was building too quickly. Perfect. It felt fucking perfect.
"I can't talk. I'm trying to not think about your cock fucking me even harder." Because it was feeling too good already. His dick dribbled precum as if he'd sprung a leak through which his melting insides could escape.
"Let's do that then."
"From behind is good. If you want to fuck me hard, I like it from behind." To his own ears, Dylan sounded needy and wanting. But it was true, and he didn't care. Jamie had flicked the switch inside, and Dylan's pent-up emotions and desires were unraveling out of containment. Dylan had no reason to hide what he wanted.
Jamie nodded, his eyes black with arousal.
Dylan climbed off and lay on his stomach on the bed. He then adjusted a pillow under his torso, while Jamie got into position in between his legs behind him. This time Jamie's cock breached the tight ring of muscle relatively easily and Dylan exhaled a whimper.
It felt fucking amazing. The whole thing, not just Jamie's cock filling him and hitting all the right nerves to a steady rhythm: in and out and in. The way Jamie stretched out over him so that his stomach and chest made contact with Dylan's back. Jamie's weight against him pinned him to the bed, but not his full weight, not squashing him. Jamie's mouth, kissing and biting Dylan's neck and a shoulder.
Without any advice, Jamie worked out for himself excellent locations for his hands. Pulling Dylan's hair and his head back worked well. Holding onto Dylan's arms, or wrapping an arm around Dylan's throat made Dylan hump the bed beneath him.
Dylan was lost and found. As he unwound, he called without any reserve. "Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!"
Inside him, something unique was happening. Jamie's strokes stimulated not just physical, but deep emotional sensors that Dylan didn't know existed. All at once he almost wanted to laugh, and cry, and call out Jamie's name with declarations of love. Dylan had never experienced this before.
"Is this what you want?" Jamie's voice sounded low and breathless. "Because I'm so not going to last."
"Fuck me, Jamie. Don't stop. Come." Nothing could be too much right now for Dylan. Harder and faster, he was ready.
The sensation of his cock pumping so much cum over his sheets went on and on. At much the same time, Jamie came too, as the telltale sagging of his body on top of Dylan indicated.
They lay there for a while, in a hot, sticky, and slightly uncomfortable state of collapse, and then Jamie moved. He disposed of the condom while Dylan grabbed the towel and wiped up the drying sticky mess. He then climbed under the duvet, and Jamie returned to the bed and slipped in beside him. Dylan's head was swimming with mixed thoughts and emotions. He wrapped Jamie in his arms, intending to ask about his first time but instead slipped into contented and exhausted sleep.
In the morning, Dylan awoke slowly to the warmth of sunlight heating his arm. He felt refreshed and invigorated. Good from the inside out. As consciousness seeped into his brain, he remembered the Halloween party and the night before.
Not wanting to open his eyes, Dylan reached out to Jamie's side of the bed. Finding nothing, he moved further to that side of the bed and opened his eyes. Jamie had gone.
Instantly, Dylan was filled with a sense of disappointment. He would have liked nothing more than to snuggle up with Jamie right then. He could still recall falling asleep wrapped around each other. They must've disentangled at some point while Dylan continued to sleep.
He hoped Jamie would return and that he'd just gone to use the bathroom or something. However, that side of the bed was cold, and Dylan suspected Jamie got up some time ago.
The longer he lay in bed alone; the more common sense caught up with him. He'd been thinking about his friend through the hazy afterglow of fabulous sex; the reality was quite different. They were friends, and that was all they'd ever be. They lived miles apart. Jamie was a supermarket worker in their home town, one that Dylan was unlikely to return to once he graduated and sought a real job.
And wasn't as if they hooked up because they'd fancied each other, they definitely hadn’t. They were friends, and it worked well. They should study as friends. Any romantic notions of Dylan's were just ideas in his head and should stay there.
Dylan felt sad, acknowledging the reality of the situation, but it didn't change anything. He wasn't going to make a fool of himself by asking Jamie to be his boyfriend.
No wonder Jamie hadn't hung around in bed once he'd awoken. Getting up spared them both from doing or saying the wrong thing.
With a slightly heavy heart, Dylan got up, picked up his towel, and went to use the bathroom.
After an extended shower, complete with much-needed release, wearing fresh, clean clothes, Dylan was ready to descend the stairs and face the world.
Downstairs, he was greeted by Jamie and Steve side by side in an immaculate, clean kitchen.
"Did you guys do this?" Dylan shielded his eyes as if the spotlessness was blinding. It hadn't looked so sparklingly clean and tidy since the first day Dylan had moved in.
Jamie had his hands in the sink. Holding a tea towel, Steve hung a clean cup on the mug tree by the kettle. They laughed.
"It needed it. Like you needed your sleep." Steve flicked the switch on the kettle. "I'm sure you need coffee now."
"I need lots of both," Dylan agreed. He sat down at the kitchen table, happy to let Steve wait on him with coffee.
"You are the last one up. I thought I'd have to come on up and wake you," Jamie said, turning around. Evidently, he'd washed everything in the bowl but still had soap suds up to his elbow.
"What are you wearing?" Dylan shielded his eyes again. "How did you think something so dazzling would be suitable for a morning after?"
Jamie was wearing a pink top with a rainbow unicorn and stars across the front, which confirmed that Dylan's earlier thoughts were on the right track. Dylan didn't date guys who wore pink T-shirts emblazoned with rainbow unicorns. Absolutely not, though such men were perfectly suited to being his friend. His best friend, and nothing more.
Jamie pursed his lips into his familiar play-pout and swung his wet hands, knuckles first, onto his hips. "So pleased you appreciate my style."
That wasn't the end of the matter. Still groggy, Dylan didn't see it coming until too late. Jamie scooped up sudsy water in his palms, more bubbles than water, and was on Dylan in an instant, rubbing the wet muck in his hair.
Dylan tried to grab Jamie's hands, or wrists, or arms, but was disadvantaged from his sitting position. Jamie came too close, using his body and almost on top of Dylan's lap, preventing any possible movement. Dylan's head was pushed back, and he was sure Jamie was going to kiss him.
He hoped.
Because he was going to kiss Jamie, when the sound of footsteps entering the room and Joe's voice distracted them.
"I don't think ripped sheets covered in ketchup are recyclable, are they?"
Jamie stood up straight and stepped back.
Joe was carrying a black rubbish bin sack full of decorations they'd taken down. He stopped still when he noticed Dylan sitting at the table. "Speaking of Halloween, look who's risen from the dead. You're just in time to help me put up the Christmas decorations."
Jamie walked back to the sink. There was either more washing up still in the bottom of the bowl, or he was planning a second assault.
Steve placed a welcome cup of steaming coffee on the table in front of Dylan and asked, "Will you be going home for Christmas?"
"I've a work experience placement in a local architects' firm for some of that time. I'll probably go back just for two days."
"Two days!" Jamie squealed. "Bah Humbug. I thought construction closed for a week or two for Christmas."
"Construction does. But my work is office based and related to my final dissertation," Dylan confirmed. "And how long do you get off?"
"I work in a shop. Two days," Jamie replied.