Ace
There was something deliciously taboo about the fact that they were about to have sex in Ace’s childhood bedroom. Even though there was no one else in the house, even though the house was technically his, it felt as though they were in high school again. As though at any time, they could be caught.
He ran his hand through Phoenix’s hair, scraping his scalp, and was rewarded with a moan. Deepening the kiss, Ace slid his tongue alongside Phoenix’s, tasting the wine they’d shared at dinner. The kiss wasn’t enough. He wanted more. As much as Phoenix was willing to give him.
“How far?” he asked, as he broke away panting.
Phoenix bit his lip, and Ace was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him again. That wouldn’t help him make a decision.
“I want…” Phoenix scrunched up his face. “I know what I want in theory, but I’m worried I won’t like it.”
“If you don’t like it, then we stop. No harm, no foul.”
“Are you sure?”
The way Phoenix looked up at him, so trusting, Ace would have agreed to anything.
“Of course I’m sure. I want you to enjoy it.”
Phoenix was quiet for a moment. “I want you to be inside of me.”
Ace’s heart beat just a little faster. He didn’t have a problem with the request, but he was worried if Phoenix didn’t like it, he would be put off sex forever.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“That isn’t it. I want this with you.” He grinned devilishly up at Ace. “How many people get to say they had sex with their high school crush, in their crush’s bedroom, ten years after the fact?”
Ace laughed. “Fair point.” He leaned in and kissed Phoenix softly. Sweetly. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“I never had a doubt about that.”
Slowly, he slid his hands up Phoenix’s shirt, learning his body. Phoenix squirmed when Ace hit a ticklish spot, and he learned quickly to avoid them. To his surprise (and his pleasure,) Phoenix moved as well. He traced over Ace’s mouth with his thumb before replacing it with his lips. Ace yielded underneath him, letting him explore. The kisses were clumsy at first—Phoenix wasn’t used to taking the lead—but he quickly learned. He cupped Ace’s jaw as he kissed, and Ace pulled him closer, rolling their hips together. The resulting groan was cut off by the kiss.
Ace made quick work of their shirts, his hands roaming up and down Phoenix’s body. They were still sitting on the side of the bed, so Ace scooped Phoenix up and eased him down onto his back, then climbed on top of him. He popped open the button to Phoenix’s jeans and eased them down his narrow hips, then leaned down to press a kiss at the waistband of his boxers.
Phoenix let out a shaky breath above him, then slid his hand through Ace’s hair. The slight tug sent tingles down his back and went straight to his cock. His erection strained against his own jeans, so he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock.
“You’re… big.”
It always boosted his ego to be complimented like that, but he realized Phoenix didn’t mean it as a compliment. He was concerned.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “I won’t hurt you.”
Phoenix nodded and pushed his boxers down to his knees. Ace helped pull them the rest of the way off, leaving them both naked and ready. He’d never felt this much pressure before. Aside from the first few fumblings in his youth, none of his partners had been virgins. They had known what to expect, known what they had enjoyed. Ace wanted to make this good for Phoenix, but it was a bigger challenge, since Phoenix didn’t know what he liked. Well, there was one way to remedy that. Give him everything.
“I want to suck you,” Ace said lowly.
Phoenix’s cock was thinner than his own, but in proportion to Phoenix’s body—not too big or small. It was already hard, precum beading at the slit. Ace’s mouth watered at the sight.
“I want that, too,” Phoenix said.
Ace moved deliberately, his eyes still on Phoenix’s face. He gave no indication that this was anything other than fine, so Ace dipped his tongue into the liquid and hummed. Phoenix arched off the bed with a shout, and Ace grinned. So he liked that, did he? Ace could certainly give him more.
Wrapping his lips around the head, he slid down, inch by inch, curling his tongue around the underneath. As his nose brushed Phoenix’s pubic hair, Phoenix let out a whimper, and Ace pulled back up, only to repeat the movement before returning to the head. He dragged his tongue across the slit, feeling the tremors that ran through Phoenix’s thighs as he attempted control his movements. At least he was courteous. It didn’t take long before his muscles tensed in warning, and Ace pulled off.
“Why did you do that?” Phoenix yelped.
“Can’t have you coming yet. Otherwise you’ll be miserable when I fuck you.”
“Oh.” He looked around, uncertain. “How do you want me?”
“You can do it on your front or back, depending—”
“I know how you can do it. I’ve seen porn.” Ace didn’t know why he found that surprising. “I might not have ever had a boyfriend, or sex, but I still have needs.”
“Of course.” Shame twisted Ace’s stomach. He liked to think he was doing well. That he didn’t look at Phoenix as different or strange. But this showed he still had some things to unlearn. “On your back, then. I want to see you.”
He wanted to see the expression in those beautiful brown eyes when Phoenix came. He’d seen it once before, when they got each other off, but this was going to be different, and they both knew it.
Grabbing a pillow, he pushed it under Phoenix’s hips, then retreated to his nightstand to grab lube and a condom. Phoenix still looked uncertain, so Ace leaned down to kiss him softly.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Phoenix did, and Ace settled in the space between them. It felt right. Taking the lube, he uncapped it and slathered a generous amount on his fingers.
“It’s going to feel a bit strange at first, but it’ll get easier. I promise.”
“I know.”
Ace huffed a laugh. Of course he did. Pressing one finger against Phoenix’s puckered entrance, he slowly slid inside. Phoenix squirmed, his lips pursed. It was clear he wasn’t enjoying this part. He pumped his finger a few more times before pulling out and adding a second, just as carefully as he’d done before.
“Stop.” Phoenix’s voice shook. “Just… give me a minute.”
“You can take as long as you need,” Ace assured him.
Phoenix smiled tightly. “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I have a low pain tolerance?”
“It gets better. Take it from someone who’s done this a time or two.”
“I thought I was.”
The remark took Ace by surprise. “Was that a joke?”
“Occasionally, and I do mean very occasionally, I find the right thing to say at the right time,” he said, sounding smug.
Ace laughed and resumed his ministrations, sliding his fingers in and out of Phoenix. It took longer than it usually did, but eventually Phoenix’s muscles relaxed. He pushed back against Ace’s hand, seeking more, and Ace knew he was ready. He pulled his fingers free, ignoring the whimper of protest. Ripping open the condom, he rolled it on his cock, then lined up and slowly pushed in.
Phoenix groaned and gripped Ace’s forearms, and for a moment, he worried he had misjudged. He stilled, letting Phoenix adjust to the size of him.
“Too much?” he asked gently.
Phoenix nodded. “Not used to it.”
“Have you ever had anything inside of you?”
“A couple fingers. That’s it.”
“Just relax. Bear down and it’ll get easier.”
Ace felt the muscles give way as Phoenix took his advice, and slowly, he started to roll his hips. Phoenix didn’t protest, so he did it again, and again, before finding his rhythm. It took some time for the tension to ease from Phoenix’s face. Even after he stopped biting his lip, the imprint of teeth was still there, and Ace wondered if he had done the wrong thing by agreeing to do this.
But then Phoenix gasped and his eyes flew open, and Ace knew he had found his prostate.
“You like that?” he asked with a smile.
Phoenix nodded quickly. “Yes. Do it again.” Ace did, and Phoenix groaned. “There!”
Now he had something to work with. His thrusts grew faster, each one aimed at the sweet spot inside Phoenix that would give him so much pleasure. Phoenix’s eyes squeezed shut and his mouth went slack. A small noise of pleasure escaped him, encouraging Ace further. Gripping Phoenix’s hips, he pistoned his own, feeling his orgasm building.
Apparently his wasn’t the only one. Phoenix’s cock was red and leaking against his abdomen. Ace wrapped his fingers around it, stroking in time with his thrusts. A flush had started to spread across Phoenix’s chest as he shuddered and gasped. No, he wouldn’t last long at all.
The thought spurred him on, and he thrust deeper inside. Phoenix wrapped his legs around Ace’s thighs, pulling him closer. This was heaven. It had to be. Phoenix was so responsive to each touch. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing when the touch was a bad one, but in a situation like this, it was beautiful.
Ace leaned down and kissed him hard, and Phoenix let out a muffled groan. A moment later, he clamped down around Ace’s cock as he spent all over his belly. The tight heat around him made it difficult not to spend at once. Ace lasted maybe half a minute more before his orgasm overtook him, and he came hard inside the condom.
His hips slowed before finally stilling, and he withdrew carefully, as not to hurt Phoenix. He tied off the condom and dropped it in the trash before lying back down and pulling Phoenix to his chest.
“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.
Phoenix was silent for so long that Ace looked down at him to make sure he was okay. “I’m all right,” he said after a moment. “It hurt at first and I didn’t know if I wanted you to keep going.”
“Are you glad you did?”
Curly brown hair scratched his chest as Phoenix nodded. “What if next time I don’t want to be on the bottom?” he asked.
The corner of Ace’s mouth twitched. “Are you asking if you can top?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see why not. I’m not too particular as to whether I’m giving or receiving.”
“Okay.”
Phoenix swirled his fingers through Ace’s chest hair, as though he were petting him. He remembered what Phoenix had said about being sensitive to touch.
“Do you like touching me like that?” he asked.
“I like soft things. Your hair is soft. You don’t mind, do you?”
Ace shook his head. “Not at all. I like it.”
“Good.”
His arm around Phoenix tightened slightly, and so did his chest. He didn’t know what it was about the sight in front of him that made him feel so protective toward Phoenix, but he did. He wanted to stay here, cocooned away from the world.
Phoenix blinked and looked up at him with a smile. “Can we have the chocolate torte now?”
Well, maybe not.