Chapter Twenty-Nine
Riley kissed his way across Brent’s shoulders, well-rested from his nap and ready to make the most of his brand new boyfriend. Brent shifted in his sleep, just on the verge of waking, so soft and sleep-warm that Riley couldn’t have taken his hands off him even if he’d wanted to.
“Hello, beautiful,” Riley murmured, pressing his lips to the back of Brent’s neck. “Wakey, wakey.”
“I’m awake,” Brent murmured. “Just keep doing that.”
“This?” Riley asked, trailing his fingertips along Brent’s side, tickling his ribs when he got to them. Brent gasped softly, shoving the covers out of the way to give Riley better access.
Riley didn’t hesitate in taking advantage, trailing his hand down further and grabbing a handful of Brent’s ass, squeezing firmly.
Brent’s breath hitched, a tiny, needy sound catching in his throat. Riley’s half-hard cock stirred, reacting eagerly to Brent’s body, to the faintest hint of arousal he was showing.
He wanted Brent so badly he could barely contain himself. Riley had waited so long for this, wanted it since he first figured out what sex was.
It was different this time. It was already different. They both knew where they stood with each other now.
That was going to make it a thousand times better.
Riley took his hand away from Brent’s ass, brushing it over his thigh and then splaying it wide over his belly, his thumb rubbing at the silky-soft skin there.
“I love you,” he murmured, reaching down to wrap his fingers around Brent’s cock and finding it already hard. Riley chuckled at that, thrilled that Brent was into this, too.
Riley kissed his way along the top of Brent’s shoulder, nipping at his pale, delicate skin as he went. There were only a few freckles there now, but there’d be more in the summer, when Riley convinced him that swimming in the lake was a mandatory activity, just like it had been when they were kids.
“I could get used to being woken up like this,” Brent said, sinking deeper into the mattress.
“You could. If you wanted.” Riley pressed a kiss behind Brent’s ear, rubbing himself against the back of Brent’s thigh.
Brent hummed, shifting his weight a little. The movement gave Riley space to slip his cock between the tops of Brent’s thighs, sliding against the delicate skin there, nudging the back of his balls.
“Oh,” Brent said softly. “That’s… that feels…”
“Good?” Riley smiled to himself, adjusting the angle of his hips so that he was dragging his cock against Brent’s hole with every thrust. The warmth and softness of Brent’s skin here was amazing, just the right amount of friction to feel good without catching too much.
“Yeah,” Brent agreed, wriggling back toward Riley. “Wow.”
Riley chuckled. “I love your whole body,” he said, speeding his thrusts up a little. He would have been happy to come like this, slow and gentle, rocking against Brent and stroking his cock.
“I want you inside me,” Brent said, then cleared his throat. “That was awkward.”
Riley chuckled, making a point of grazing the head of his cock against Brent’s hole this time. “Direct is good,” he said. “I don’t have any lube.”
Brent cleared his throat. “I… uh. I do,” he said. A blush crept down the back of his neck, making his skin feel hot against Riley’s lips. “Top drawer, your side.”
As comfortable as he was, Riley’s curiosity got the better of him. He rolled over to open the drawer and groped around in it, finding the lubricant first, and then…
“This is a butt plug,” he said.
It was small, definitely a beginner size, but it did explain why Brent had known what he was doing when it came to stretching Riley. He’d clearly had practice.
“I’m a grown man,” Brent said, blushing even more darkly. “I’m allowed to own a butt plug.”
“Of course you’re allowed,” Riley said. “I’m just surprised. Did you buy this in person?”
“Oh, hell no.” Brent laughed nervously. “I love the internet.”
“So you’ve played with it?” Riley asked, turning it over in his hand. It wasn’t hard to imagine Brent, tense and nervous, but so excited, spreading lube all over the thin tip, holding it against himself, screwing his eyes shut, biting his lip. Pushing it hard against himself, then hesitating.
Would it hurt? Would it feel good?
And then the explosion of sensation when he finally worked up the courage to just do it. The rush of discovery, jerking himself off with one hand while he moved it inside him with the other, pushing it all the way to the base and writhing at the strangeness of it, shocked by the arousal, coming harder than he ever had before.
“Did you fall asleep?” Brent asked, snapping Riley out of his fantasy.
“No. I was just imagining you using this,” Riley said. “It was really hot. Was it really hot?”
“It took me like three times to actually put it in, but… yeah. Once I did it, it was really hot. Whole lot smaller than an actual dick, though.”
“Do you want me to use this instead? That could be fun.” Riley turned it over in his hand again, delighted by the fact that it was bright purple. He would have expected Brent to be a basic black kind of guy.
He might have known Brent better than anyone, but Brent was still capable of surprising him.
“I want you,” Brent said, his voice firm. “Your fingers, your cock. Please.”
Riley dropped the butt plug back in the drawer without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m all yours,” he promised, moving back to Brent’s side, pressing his chest to Brent’s back again.
“Goes both ways,” Brent said. “I’m all yours, too.”
“That’s borderline romantic.” Riley flicked open the lube, pouring a generous bead onto his fingers. Brent would need to go slow, but he was more than worth it.
“You don’t expect me to be romantic?” Brent asked.
Riley laughed softly, pressing his fingertip against Brent’s hole. Brent jerked away from the touch at first, but then relaxed again, his breathing deliberately even.
“You can stop me anytime,” he said. “I don’t need romance from you. You’re my best friend. I’ve loved you all my life.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re getting out of candlelit dinners and surprise picnics,” Brent said, his breath hitching as Riley circled his hole, massaging the delicate skin, getting him used to the touch.
“I’d like that,” Riley murmured. “Can we have long hikes and sex in the woods?”
“We’re not having sex in the woods,” Brent said.
Riley immediately decided that eventually, somehow, they were having sex in the woods. He wouldn’t have a hard time convincing Brent, not really.
“We’re having sex in the woods.” Riley kissed the back of Brent’s neck. “You’ll give in to me.”
“Of course I will.” Brent sighed, but it was more satisfied than exasperated. “I always give in to you.”
“Because you love me,” Riley said.
“Because I love yo- ah,” Brent cut himself off as Riley pressed just the tip of his finger inside, giving him time to adjust before slowly working the length in.
It wouldn’t take him long to get used to this, but he had to learn to relax first.
“Think of warm days and sunshine,” Riley instructed. “We’re both lying on the grass and staring up at the clouds, holding hands. You’ve never been more relaxed and happy in your life.”
Brent laughed at that, taking a few deep breaths. Riley could feel him relaxing as he did it, his muscles loosening up, the tension he was holding melting away.
Brent made a soft, needy sound as Riley shifted his finger, working it all the way inside him, as far as it’d go.
“Touch yourself,” Riley murmured. “Enjoy this. I love this part. I like how intimate it feels, how much trust it needs.”
“I trust you,” Brent said. “With my life, and with my heart.”
Riley smiled at that, working his finger back and forth, preparing Brent for the next one. “I trust you with my heart, too. You’re the only person in the world I trust with that.”
Before Brent could say anything, Riley pressed the tip of his second finger inside him, waiting while Brent’s muscles tensed up and then relaxed again before pushing further, not pausing until he had both fingers all the way inside.
Brent was so hot, so tight that Riley had to force himself to hold back. He was already desperate to sink into him, listen to him moan as he got off on having Riley’s cock inside him.
“This isn’t so bad,” Brent said, his voice rough, his breathing shallow. Riley could feel him stroking his own cock, light, tentative touches, just enough to keep his arousal levels up despite his nervousness.
“It’s supposed to feel good,” Riley pointed out, pausing. “Are you okay? Seriously? It’s not a big deal if you’re not ready for this.”
“I’m ready,” Brent said. “It’s just… overwhelming? It doesn’t hurt, but it’s… it’s you. Doing this for me. I always wanted… I always…”
Riley shushed him gently, moving his fingers again, brushing over the spot that he knew would make Brent gasp. He smiled as Brent’s back arched away from him, his body tensing for a second and then relaxing even more than before.
Brent’s body was going to be so much fun to explore, and Riley couldn’t have been happier that he had time and permission to do that now.
“I love you,” he said. “I always wanted this, too.”
Brent nodded, shifting one knee forward, opening himself up more. “Waiting is hard.”
Riley snorted. “And if I go any faster you’ll hate me later,” he said.
“I could never hate you,” Brent murmured. “How about a little faster?”
Riley hesitated, but Brent knew his body better than anyone. He knew what he wanted. And if it was too much, he could say that as well.
“Okay,” he agreed, sliding a third finger in beside the other two. Brent suddenly felt impossibly tight, but aside from a soft, needy whimper, he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
“Talk to me,” Riley said. “Tell me how this feels.”
“Tight,” Brent grunted. “But good.”
Riley licked his lips, processing that. Maybe they were both discovering something Brent liked right now.
He moved his free hand under Brent’s thigh, holding it in place. Brent was panting now, squirming back on Riley’s fingers as if a switch had been flipped in him. Riley levered himself up to look over Brent’s side, seeing his cock thick and heavy, straining up toward his stomach.
Yeah. Brent liked this.
That was incredibly hot.
Riley had been ignoring his own needs while he focused on Brent, but he was suddenly, almost painfully aware of his own cock. He wanted to be inside Brent, and he wanted it now.
Brent was right about waiting. Waiting was hard.
“Ready?” he whispered, hoping Brent would say yes. He felt ready, his hips rocking in tiny circles, silently demanding more.
“Ready.” Brent nodded, his voice rough.
That was good enough for Riley. He shoved one of his own knees between Brent’s, pulling his fingers out and lining his cock up, pressing it against Brent’s hole. Riley bit his lip at the heat there, the knowledge that he was about to be as close to Brent as he physically could be, and that it was going to feel amazing.
Brent wriggled against him, trying to push back. Riley’s patience was almost worn out, his need to be inside Brent overriding everything else.
Riley whimpered as he rocked his hips forward, pushing just the head of his cock inside Brent. His eyes rolled back in his head at the impossible warmth and tightness, at the way Brent tensed and relaxed around him, moaning as Riley’s cock filled him.
Unable to wait any longer, Riley shoved in as far as he could go, a low groan tearing out of his throat as he seated himself in place.
He was inside the man he loved most in the world, and it felt amazing. He barely stopped his hips from jerking forward, seeking more pressure and friction. Brent felt so good, so different from anyone else Riley had been with. Love made all the difference in the world.
Riley wanted to hear Brent beg and moan and whimper, wanted to pound into him and make him come screaming with Riley’s cock deep inside him.
Instead, he rolled his hips, slow and gentle, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding in again, his cock twitching at the way Brent moaned for him as Riley filled him up again, stretched him to his limits. Brent still felt tight, so it must have been intense for him as well.
Intense was fine. Intense was good, and Riley wanted to feel exactly this way about fucking Brent when they were ninety.
“Okay?” Riley asked breathlessly, barely able to get the word out. He moved his hand to Brent’s stomach, spreading his fingers wide to hold him in place, keeping up the slow, steady pace he’d started with.
Just thinking about Brent was enough to make him want to come. Riley knew he was close already, but he was determined to hold out as long as he could, give Brent everything he wanted and more.
“You feel so good,” Brent choked out.
“You too,” Riley murmured, his hips speeding up a fraction. He moved his hand down to Brent’s cock, batting Brent’s fingers out of the way and wrapping his own around it instead, grinning at the warmth and weight of it in his hand.
Brent’s cock was already slick with precome, an obvious sign that he was getting off on this. Riley bit down on his lip, his hips jerking harder against Brent, holding him in place with his elbow.
“Harder,” Brent demanded right as Riley sped up, his breath coming in in harsh pants.
Riley didn’t want to argue. He wanted to come, he wanted Brent harder and faster, he wanted to sink into his warmth forever.
He pushed Brent over, rolling him onto his stomach and lifting his hips up, gripping them tight to hold him still while he pounded into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, only half-drowned out by Brent moaning under him, so eager, so clearly enjoying this.
Brent was so hot, so tight, his muscles gripping Riley as if their bodies had been made for each other. Maybe they had. Maybe people really did have other halves, and Brent was his.
Whatever was going on, it felt so good that all Riley could do was close his eyes and rock his hips, hard and fast, listening to Brent moan under him, feeling him clench and squirm and sob.
Riley’s orgasm hit within seconds, his efforts at holding back failing as Brent tensed around him, rocked back against him, spread his legs wider. He closed his eyes tightly as the first, overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him, stars exploding behind his eyelids, his pulse pounding in his ears as his cock pulsed inside Brent.
After a moment, Riley managed to slow down, rocking against Brent’s body, riding out the aftershocks for what felt like an eternity.
By the time he was done, Brent was lying with his face pressed against the mattress, his whole body heaving as he gasped for breath.
“Did you?” Riley asked, reaching under Brent to check if he’d come.
Brent hissed as Riley made contact with his quickly-softening cock. “Yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. “Gimme a sec.”
Riley nodded, despite knowing that Brent couldn’t see him, and pulled out slowly when he had enough strength to support himself.
“Oh, that feels weird,” Brent complained as Riley’s cock slipped out of his body.
Riley chuckled, collapsing down on the bed beside him as Brent rolled back onto his side, facing Riley.
“By the time I’m done it’s usually kind of a relief,” Riley said. “But yeah. Takes a little getting used to. You’re also gonna hate me in a few hours when you can’t sit down without wincing.”
“I’ll stand,” Brent said. “Or I might just lie here. Not like I’ve got anywhere better to be.”
Riley smiled at that.
“I don’t have anywhere better to be, either,” he said, reaching out to take Brent’s hand. “Not anywhere in the world.”
“Maybe the shower?” Brent suggested.
Riley chuckled. “Maybe the shower. When my legs start working again.”
He knew Brent didn’t realize how serious he was about staying. Brent was probably still waiting for Riley to pack up and leave at a moment’s notice.
That made sense—Riley had never stayed anywhere, not since he’d left Hope Springs in the first place.
He’d have to prove that all that was going to change now. He was ready to make a home, and he wanted that to be with Brent.
Brent had said this was their time, and the more Riley thought about it, the more he agreed. If they’d done this any earlier, it wouldn’t have worked.
It would have been easy to mourn for lost time between them, but they really hadn’t lost anything. Riley wasn’t going to let himself feel like that. Brent’s friendship had been one of the most wonderful things in his life, and he had no intention of pretending it was less valuable because they hadn’t been having sex.
The sex was great. Really great.
But Brent was great, too, and Riley had always had him. He just wanted to make sure he could keep him, and he wanted Brent to be the person who made home home.
That meant he had to prove he was staying, and he knew exactly how to do that.
“By the way,” Riley said. “I’m adopting a dog. His name is Rex. He’s a Boxer cross. He loves having his head petted. You’ll get on great.”
Brent laughed at that. “You don’t sound like you’re asking permission.”
“You said you wanted a dog,” Riley defended. “I come with a dog now, so that’s twice the reason to keep me.”
“I have plenty of reasons to keep you,” Brent said, reaching out to grab Riley’s hand.
Riley’s heart clenched. “Good, because that’s what I want. I mean it.”
“I know,” Brent murmured.
Riley could only take him at his word, but whether or not it was true, Brent would know. He’d see how serious Riley was about him.
There was no way Riley was going to risk losing him again.