"Come and lie down."
Dylan got onto the bed. A shadow of uncertainty flashed across his face. Jamie realized then that Dylan had been entirely in control up until this point.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want; I'd really like to fuck you. But not if you don't want it."
In the three months since they'd first hooked up, Jamie had grown only three months older, but learned so much more about his own sexuality. Alone, he'd played, while fantasizing and getting the maximum benefit from his porn site subscription.
He'd imagined doing every one of those things with Dylan.
Not just Dylan, of course—Jamie thought about sex with loads of guys, why not? He was human, and he was twenty years old. But he'd certainly thought about Dylan way more often than one should ever think about having sex with a friend. It was not entirely surprising, seeing as Dylan was the only person he'd had sex with in three months and Dylan was the only guy he'd ever actually fucked. Although he frequently reminded himself of Shelley's wise words, sex wasn't just about a dick in a butt. But Jamie liked his cock in Dylan's butt.
"Oh yes, Jamie, I want it." Dylan's words came out breathy and with a hint of desperate desire that affected Jamie's own ability to breathe calmly. Lying on his back, Dylan looked aroused, sexy and vulnerable.
Jamie lay on top of Dylan, kissing him and maximizing the close contact of the surface of their warm skin to skin. Their hard dicks lay alongside each other, squashed between them. Basic urges kicked in. Sex education lessons were irrelevant. No one needed to tell him how to have sex with a man, Jamie just knew he wanted to rub their dicks together. He wanted to rut and thrust against Dylan's firm stomach. He wanted to slide his cock between Dylan's legs.
Pulling away to look into Dylan's eyes, Jamie asked, "Can I rim you and put my fingers in you?"
"Jamie, I don't think I'd ever say no to that question."
Jamie got off and reached over to his bedside drawers where he kept condoms and lube. They weren't there in anticipation of sexy times with visitors, Jamie never expected that to happen, but because it seemed an obvious place to keep them for when he played alone.
Dylan drew his feet up to his buttocks, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide. Making himself available to Jamie and showing how much he wanted it.
Didn't he realize how much Jamie wanted this too?
Jamie moved down the bed to do everything he wanted to Dylan. He wondered briefly what it would be like to enter Dylan with no condom. That wasn't about to happen, and he didn't know where that thought had come from. Jamie pushed the idea to one side along with the string of precum that hung from the end of his cock, wetting his leg.
Before smothering them both with lube, Jamie wanted to taste Dylan raw. He replicated the actions that Dylan had performed earlier, licking and lapping at Dylan's hole. Prizing his cheeks apart with his fingers to gain greater access and make sure his tongue stimulated every sensitive nerve ending.
He pressed a finger into Dylan, it was tight and hot, but it entered easily without lube and Dylan's moans seem to be all of pleasure and nothing of pain. He reached in further and further.
Jamie worked another finger in and out, deep, curling them around, exploring Dylan on the inside and noting how Dylan moved ever so slightly and moaned with pleasure.
Jamie grasped at the bottle of lube and flicked opened the cap. With one hand he poured the thick, clear liquid over his fingers as they left Dylan's body and pushed three slick lubricated fingers back inside. Dylan moaned and raised his bum off the bed.
"I want to fuck you, Dylan. Badly. I want to fuck you hard. And make you moan so loud."
Dylan moaned. "Please."
"What?" Jamie smiled; he had a good idea what.
"Please, fuck me already."
Instead, Jamie pushed three slippery fingers in, reaching as deep as he could.
"Jamie, please!" Dylan called. The sound of his voice so desperate and such an aphrodisiac. It was like the mythical Sirens calling to the sailors, Jamie couldn't resist.
Jamie withdrew his fingers to deal with that condom finally.
He entered Dylan slowly but with ease.
It was like fireworks in Jamie's head and an eruption of emotion in his heart. His hands worked up and down Dylan's body. Jamie wanted to touch the man all over, wanted to look at him, wanted to kiss him, and taste him. He wanted to pound hard and fast and to make love slowly and gently.
They both moaned with pleasure.
In his limited experience, Jamie already knew this was his favorite activity by far, and when it came to broadening his horizons, he simply wanted to do this but in every possible position.
He'd be willing to try other stuff too. Particularly with a guy as hot as the one currently wrapped around his dick. Especially with that very man.
With his cock deep inside and Dylan's legs around him, Jamie leaned forward to press their bodies together and kiss. The taste on his lips and in his mouth: perfect hot boyfriend flavor.
The noise Dylan made as he whimpered and quivered beneath Jamie were even more erotic than the sensation of fucking. He needed to slow things right down if he was gonna make this last. And he wanted it to last all night. Except they couldn't, because he had no idea when the other men of the house would be home. Maybe rushing across the finishing line, this once, would not be a bad idea.
"I love fucking you, Dylan. I'd love to do this to you over and over. You know I fucking love ya, right?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, every phrase so sincere. If Dylan wanted to do this on a regular basis, a lot more frequently, Jamie would be totally up for that.
Jamie knew there were loads of nice guys out there; he knew some as friends. Having sex with Dylan should have given Jamie more confidence when it came to sex with other guys, but it didn't.
It ruined him.
It ruined him because he had yet to meet a man who compared to Dylan. When it came to the chemistry between them, both in the bedroom and outside, it was magic.
Jamie lifted up his weight so that he could watch Dylan's reactions. He took hold of Dylan's wrists and pinned them down either side of his head on the pillow. And the new elevated position allowed him a slightly different angle for entry.
"I fucking love you too, Jamie. I love this." Dylan's eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Jamie withdrew his cock as far as he could without it falling away, and then thrust in, deep and far.
"I know you love this." Jamie repeated the motion to punctuate the sentence.
Dylan's mouth fell open.
"And what is it that you love about this?" Jamie asked after the third thrust.
"Your hands, holding me down." Dylan's eyes were still tightly shut."I like knowing you're in control." His breathing was ragged.
Almost out and then burying it deep inside, Jamie liked it too but hadn't thought of it quite that way. "I like doing this to you. Seeing you helpless beneath me." He felt in full control of the situation; of his own arousal, and Dylan's pleasure.
In his stride, Jamie interrupted the long slow deep movements with intermittent faster but shallower thrusts.
"Fuck me, Jamie. I love you. Doing this. Fuck me harder, Jamie. Make me come."
Much as Jamie would love to delay the inevitable end, he was also aware the pleasure was time-limited.
He released Dylan's wrists only because he didn't have enough hands for everything.
He withdrew from Dylan and said, "Come to the edge of the bed." Ready to reenter, Jamie stood at the edge of the bed, his intention perfectly clear.
Dylan shuffled along, with an eager and pleased look on his face. And he repositioned himself with his feet curled over the edge of the bed, his knees bent, his backside teetering at the side.
Picked up one of Dylan's legs by the calf, Jamie stretched it, placing the foot over his shoulder. He leaned in toward Dylan. The access ideal for pounding him with more force. With one hand holding onto Dylan's thigh, the other grasped Dylan's cock and jerked it. Dylan bucked and called out on the bed, his hands grasping at the bed clothes either side.
The sound of slapping of his balls and thighs against Dylan's rear provided the percussion but was almost drown out by Dylan's moans and expletives. Dylan's voice raised, Jamie could only make out a few words. Phrases, and his own name. He had enough stuff going on in his head and his body. Shivers of pleasure ran through him like river rapids in a ravine.
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes." Which of them said it? Jamie was lost in ecstasy. Slamming into Dylan.
Jamie had no idea who came first or whether they came together because it happened suddenly. One minute he felt like he was in one of his favorite porn films, and the porn he watched almost always featured real boyfriends, the next minute he lost it completely and could hold back no longer.
Dylan obviously felt the same way as thick white come spurted into the air with calls to a deity so loud the neighbors should definitely hear. Jamie wasn't sure which of them made the most noise.
For a good long while, it seemed Jamie couldn't move.
Couldn't move or didn't know what to do once he did move. He wanted to collapse on top of Dylan and role around the bed, kissing and cuddling. He wanted to kiss Dylan passionately on the mouth and all over; lick him clean. Tell him how much he loved him, not just as a friend. He felt pretty sure it was crossing a line that Dylan would find unacceptable.
Jamie didn't do any of that.
Holding onto the condom, Jamie pulled out. He went and got some tissues passing some to Dylan to clean up himself. What was next for their relationship? Was it really possible to have the most amazing sex like that with someone who you truly loved, and then minutes later act as if nothing had happened and you were just two mates hanging out?
Dylan didn't speak. He didn't look at Jamie at all, never mind make eye contact.
Jamie picked Dylan's clothes off the floor and put them on the bed, indicating that he should get dressed without speaking. Jamie didn't know if he could speak right then without sounding needy and emotional. He didn't want to come across appearing romantic or clingy. Instead, he turned his back to Dylan and pulled on his own clothes. Not cuddling, kissing, and telling Dylan how he felt was the most difficult thing he'd ever not done.
"Let's go get a Christmas eve eve drink when you're ready."
Jamie picked up his phone as an excuse to not look at Dylan while he waited for the man to dress, and they walked downstairs in silence. In the kitchen, a different room, and with a drink in their hands, Jamie hoped things would get back to normal.
Jamie pulled a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge.
"Beer?
"It's Christmas eve eve, so yes, cheers." Dylan pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table.
Jamie pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and opened a drawer to find the bottle opener.
"So you've just been busy working at college? No social life? No Christmas parties? No hot guys?" Jamie couldn't believe how hard he was scraping the barrel for conversation; he may as well have started talking about the weather.
Jamie clicked on the radio for some background music before sitting down.
"I haven't really got time for guys or boyfriends right now," Dylan replied. "I'll make up for it when college has finished. Only six months left to go."
Jamie heard it
Loud and clear the warning registered: Don't think this is any more than what it is. Just one-night friends with benefits, because Dylan was not looking for a boyfriend.
Jamie wanted to confirm he didn't expect anything further either, even though he would have absolutely swooned, had Dylan wanted more. Had Dylan asked for more commitment, Jamie was ready to give it. "Well, I have a potential bloke on the horizon."
"Who?"
"A guy from work."
"Is he hot?"
"Of course!" Jamie smiled, Perry was very beautiful. "Yes, he's gorgeous, but not your type at all."
"I like gorgeous guys," Dylan protested. "So what's he like, this guy who is not my type but gorgeous?"
"Well, he would never pass as straight, and I know that’s the look you’re into."
"I see." Normally chatty, Dylan was unusually monosyllabic.
Jamie filled the silence. "I haven't asked him out or anything yet, but I'm going to. Shelley thinks we'd look perfect together. She says I'd be the butch one." He curled his hands up and put his palms flat against his chest. "Me. The butch one. Can you imagine?"
That raised a smile on Dylan's face.
"I know, right."