Aiden was going into sex the way some people went into Olive Garden: with absolutely no expectations. He knew more or less what to do, and where everything went, of course, but beyond that, he was at a loss. His sexual experience was limited to masturbating and what he’d gleaned from movies, and he highly doubted the latter had given him a realistic outlook.
Relax. Don’t overthink it.
That was a surprisingly easy order to obey. He’d assumed he would be nervous, but the moment he kissed Oliver, all his thoughts had quieted. It was like someone had hit a mute button in his brain. For once, he was simply feeling, allowing himself to get swept up in the new sensations, and it was intoxicating. Exhilarating. Maybe a little frightening.
When Oliver had slipped a thigh between his legs, need had resonated in his bones. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The emotion had hints of the crush he’d had on Oliver, but it was deeper, and bigger somehow. He couldn’t put a name to it, but it was clearly Oliver-specific, and it was spreading like wildfire. Aiden felt a thrum deep within him, a hunger so acute it burned. It left room in his head for only one undeniable truth.
He wanted Oliver, and he wanted him now. In a way he’d never wanted anyone else.
Oliver seemed to feel the same way. He had Aiden pinned against his desk and was kissing him with single-minded enthusiasm. Aiden tried to give back as good as he got, but it seemed Oliver was happy to take the lead. His hands were everywhere at once, and his lips never ceased their sweet, firm slide against Aiden’s.
Aiden couldn’t stop himself from making little, helpless noises. When Oliver answered with a deep moan that made his lips tingle, kissing suddenly wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted Oliver’s pants to join his shirt on the floor, he wanted out of his own clothes, and as much as he liked being pinned, he wanted to get a lot more horizontal.
He broke their kiss long enough to stammer, “B-bed?”
Oliver didn’t bother answering. He took Aiden by the shoulders—still kissing the cognizance out of him—and spun him around before giving him a gentle but decisive push. The backs of Aiden’s legs hit the mattress and he fell onto it.
He blinked up at Oliver. “That was . . . Wow.”
“Just you wait.”
Oliver didn’t hesitate to crawl after him. He straddled Aiden, one leg on either side of his, and brought their faces close. Aiden naturally lay back as Oliver moved, and soon they were chest to chest, looking at each other from scant inches away.
The intensity of it made Aiden dizzy. Now that he had the object of his desire on top of him, astride his hips, he couldn’t breathe. Or think. Or do anything but stare, really.
Everything about Oliver felt incredible. His hands. His lips. The light kisses he was now feathering all over Aiden’s face. He was warm and solid and heavy in the best way. Feeling his weight on top of Aiden was a special kind of turn-on.
Delirious with lust, Aiden panted, “You always end up on top of me.”
Oliver’s lips turned up into a smile against his skin. “Problem?” He rolled their hips together.
Aiden gasped and arched up. “Nope. No problem.”
Oliver laughed. “You’re wearing far too much clothing.” He sat up—groin to groin with Aiden—and reached for Aiden’s shirt. Aiden helped him pull it off and toss it aside. Self-consciousness flared up in him as Oliver’s eyes tracked down his chest.
Oliver wet his lips. “Better than I’d imagined.”
Aiden hesitated for a second before he touched the tattoo on Oliver’s stomach, fingers tracing over the shape of the waves and then around the circle that enclosed them. He could feel Oliver trembling beneath the light touch, and it made him giddy. “When you showed this to me in the game room, I thought I was going to faint.”
“I might faint right now if you keep touching me like that.” Oliver fumbled for Aiden’s jeans and started to undo them.
Aiden seized up without meaning to.
Oliver immediately pulled his hands away. “Sorry. Too fast?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m . . . I dunno, is it possible to be too ready? Everything feels so intense, and yet not enough at the same time.”
“I know what you mean.” Oliver leaned down and nuzzled Aiden’s neck, his mouth finding its way up to Aiden’s ear. “We don’t have to do this, you know.”
“No, I want to. Believe me”—he squirmed—“I want to.”
“How about I go first, then?” Oliver pushed himself into a kneeling position and reached for his own jeans. He had them open and pushed down in a blink, and Aiden almost wished he’d drawn it out. Almost.
It took some shimmying, but Oliver got his pants off and onto the floor, leaving him in nothing but black boxers. Tight ones.
Aiden swallowed. He’d known Oliver was hard, of course—he’d felt that much for himself—but seeing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear made it so much more real. He’d done that. Oliver was turned on because of him.
The thought made fresh arousal flood into him. Aiden was turned on to the point of pain, and he hadn’t seen Oliver fully naked yet. Once he did—once they took this final step—it would be like the last barrier between them had been torn down. They’d know each other inside and out. Aiden wanted that. Maybe more than he wanted sex. He wanted to touch Oliver, feel him, and learn his body the way he’d learned Oliver’s mind.
Oliver didn’t move, as if he were giving Aiden time to digest. He didn’t seem in any way self-conscious, which emboldened Aiden to go for his underwear. Oliver shivered when Aiden’s fingers brushed his stomach, and he rose up on his haunches. The message was clear: whenever Aiden was ready, he could pull Oliver’s boxers off.
And Aiden was more than ready.
His fingers shook as he slid the fabric down Oliver’s hips, revealing first skin, then black hair, and then Oliver’s cock. Oliver shivered again as Aiden’s eyes roved over him, as if he could feel Aiden’s gaze like a physical touch. Aiden hadn’t spent a lot of time imagining Oliver’s cock, and yet it was somehow precisely what he’d expected. Darker than his tan skin, reddened at the head. Average-sized, but thick in a way that made Aiden’s mouth water.
Without thinking, Aiden curled his fingers around it. Oliver gasped, and his eyelashes fluttered, but his body stayed in place. His cock fit in Aiden’s hand like it was meant to. It felt incredible: hot, heavy, and so, so hard.
Aiden gave him a slow stroke from head to base. Oliver gasped and pushed his hips forward, as if trying to get more of the touch. Aiden obliged him and pumped him three times in rapid succession. The sound that poured from Oliver was like sex and music rolled together. It made Aiden’s own cock twitch with envy.
“That’s good,” Oliver breathed. One of his palms found its way to Aiden’s chest and splayed over it, like he needed it for balance. “A little tighter.”
Aiden did as he was told, and this time when he stroked Oliver, a bead of liquid appeared at the head of Oliver’s dick. Aiden smeared it with his thumb without thinking, and Oliver jolted like he’d been shocked, eyes clenched shut.
“Shit.” His stomach muscles flexed. “That shouldn’t feel as good as it does.”
“Why do you think it does?”
Oliver opened his eyes. “Because you’re doing it.”
Aiden licked his dry lips. “I’m ready to be naked now.”
Oliver scrambled off his lap, removing his boxers from around his thighs as he went. Aiden fumbled with his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them down in one clumsy movement. He hadn’t thought to take off his shoes earlier. Some kicking was required before he could get everything off and on the floor where it belonged.
He’d known he was turned on, but he hadn’t realized how much until he saw his cock sticking straight up from his body. He expected to feel self-conscious when he was finally naked, but the way Oliver’s eyes dragged down him—catching on his groin before darting all over like they couldn’t decide where to land—made him dizzy.
Oliver climbed back on top of him, and the feel of being skin to skin was heaven. So much more intense and intimate in a way Aiden couldn’t have imagined. Oliver lined their hips up, and the silky-hot feel of his erection made Aiden’s vision blur.
It only got more potent when Oliver reached between them and gripped them both in a long-fingered hand. Aiden hissed and canted his hips up, desperate for it. Oliver gave it to him, stroking them together. There was no lubrication to speak of, and the friction was almost too sharp, but Aiden was going to burst out of his skin if he didn’t get more.
“We gotta talk about a couple of things.” Oliver mouthed the skin below his ear, breath warm and ragged.
Aiden had to mentally drag himself out of the haze of lust that had descended on his brain. “Like what? How much I love your hands right now?”
Oliver chuckled, his breath tickling Aiden. “I meant safe sex and who’s gonna do what.”
“Oh, right.” Aiden sucked in a breath. “I’ll think better without you touching me.”
“Sorry.” Oliver removed his hand but kept their bodies close. “I don’t have lube or condoms. I didn’t think I’d need them over the summer, considering I’m here to spend time with my family.”
Aiden bit his lip. “I have a condom.”
Oliver’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “You do?”
“Yeah, it’s in my wallet.”
“If it’s been in there for a while, we can’t use it.”
“It’s been there for three hours.”
Oliver’s expression was something to behold.
Aiden was grateful his blood was busy elsewhere, or it all would have rushed into his face. “Sorry if this was presumptuous of me, but when I thought we were going to have the house to ourselves this morning, I wanted to be prepared. So, I went to the store. I didn’t think to get lube, though. Virgin problems.”
Oliver let out something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh and covered his mouth with a hand. Aiden was wondering if he should be offended when Oliver seized his chin and kissed him with feeling. Aiden made a surprised sound but didn’t pull away.
When Oliver released him, he was grinning. “You’re so thoughtful. Do you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who thinks ahead like you do.”
“I’m glad you’re pleased.”
“Oh, I’m thrilled. Without it, there’d be a limit to what we can do.” Oliver kissed him again before sliding off the bed. “Is your wallet in your pants?”
“Back pocket.”
Aiden was treated to a glorious view of Oliver bending over to dig in Aiden’s jeans: ass round and muscular, and through the space between his thighs, his balls were barely visible. When Oliver had his prize, he flipped the billfold open and unerringly dug the condom out of the place where Aiden had hidden it.
Guess I’m not as subtle as I thought.
He came back to the bed, set it within reach, and busied himself kissing Aiden into a boneless pile of limbs.
“What about lube?” Aiden panted against his mouth.
“We’ll make do.” Oliver skimmed his lips down Aiden’s neck. “The condom was the important part.” He bit down on Aiden’s collarbone, and Aiden’s breath hitched. Holy shit. Why did that feel so good? “There’s one other thing we have to talk about. I—”
“I want you to fuck me,” Aiden blurted out.
Oliver jerked his head back to look at him. “What?”
The blush finally won out and spread over Aiden’s face like a conquering army. “That’s what you were gonna ask, right? I thought about it, and that’s what I want. If, um, you want it too.”
Oliver’s green eyes blazed. “I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more.”
He grasped Aiden’s hip and thrust against him. The motion was shallow, barely enough to rub their cocks together, but it made Aiden’s body burn. He grabbed Oliver’s shoulders and closed his eyes, sinking into the sensation. Oliver shifted on top of him, and he heard a rustle. Then Oliver pulled away.
Aiden looked up, ready to protest the loss of contact, just in time to watch Oliver roll the condom down his length. Desire, sharp and heady, pulsed between his legs. This was really happening. He was really going to have sex with one of his oldest friends.
He’s a lot more than that to you now.
Oliver held the base of his cock with one hand and stroked Aiden’s thigh with the other. “You’ve fingered yourself before, right?”
Aiden swallowed. “A couple of times, yeah.”
“So, you know how it’s supposed to feel? What feels good and what doesn’t?”
He nodded.
“Okay.” Oliver nudged Aiden’s legs apart and spit on his hand. “Tell me if I hurt you, or if anything feels wrong. Try to stay relaxed.”
Aiden let his head fall back against the pillows and willed himself to go pliant. He must have done a decent job, because Oliver had one slick finger in him before he could exhale. It felt all right, up until Oliver added a second finger. That was when the stretching started to get uncomfortable.
He must have tensed, because Oliver paused. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Aiden squirmed. “Feels kinda weird, though.”
“Like, call-an-ambulance weird or still-getting-used-to-it weird?”
“The second one.”
“I think I can help with that.” With his free hand, Oliver grasped Aiden’s flagging erection and gave it a slow but firm pump. Aiden startled and spread his legs more on instinct. Oliver spat on his hand again and opened Aiden with his fingers in time to the strokes. Before long, the pain faded, and all Aiden felt was pleasure. His cock was leaking pre-come; between that and the spit, everything was slick and hot.
“I’m ready.” His hips were arching off the mattress of their own accord, trying to get more of Oliver’s fingers.
Oliver swore. “Good, because watching you writhe like that was making me itch.” He positioned himself between Aiden’s legs and pressed the head of his cock against Aiden’s hole. “You sure?”
“Oliver.” Aiden took Oliver’s face in both of his hands and looked him dead in the eye. “Fuck me.”
“Jesus.” Oliver shivered, and his hips stuttered forward, seemingly on instinct. The head of his cock popped into Aiden. “Tell me how it feels.”
Aiden wasn’t sure yet. Oliver’s cock was a lot bigger than his fingers, and Aiden was aware of every inch of it. Of all the times he’d fingered himself, nothing had prepared him for what it was like to have a dick enter his body. There was discomfort, sure, but mostly he was full. When Oliver sunk all the way in and gave a little thrust, like he wanted to go deeper, Aiden thought he might overflow.
Oliver kissed the side of his face. “You all right?”
Aiden wriggled beneath him. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Fuck.” Oliver’s eyes shut. “Stay still. You’re clenching around me.”
Despite what Oliver had said, Aiden hooked a leg around Oliver’s waist, trying to find an angle that worked for him. “You can move now.”
“Give it a minute. If I move too soon, it’ll hurt.”
It already hurts.
Aiden slid a hand into Oliver’s hair and kissed him, tasting salt and sweat. “Oliver, it’s okay. I want more.”
Oliver exhaled hard, breath tickling Aiden’s skin. Oliver started moving, slower than Aiden wanted, but he felt it throughout his whole body. It wasn’t good, expressly, but there was so much stimulation, Aiden could drown in it. The sound of Oliver’s moans, his warmth, and the weight of him all rolled around on the edge of Aiden’s awareness.
Before long, the discomfort faded, leaving a purer sensation in its wake. Aiden had never been this close to someone before, physically and emotionally. He didn’t want to wax poetic about how connected they were, or how intimate sex was, but as he started to move in time with Oliver, they hit a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing.
Just then, Oliver changed angles and did some sort of grinding motion. Aiden cried out.
Oliver froze. “You okay?”
“Yeah, that felt . . . good.” He squirmed, trying to find the right spot. “Can you do that again?”
Oliver flicked sweaty hair away from his eyes. “I’m not sure what I did.”
“Wait, let me see if I can . . .” Aiden rolled his hips, angling for where he thought Oliver had been, and pleasure bloomed within him. “Fuck, right there.”
“Like this?” Oliver thrust hard into him.
Aiden threw his head back and moaned. He would have been embarrassed by how loud he was being if he weren’t so preoccupied. “Feels so good. More.”
Oliver started fucking him in earnest, and it was all Aiden could do to hold on for dear life. He lost all sense of volume, or what he was saying, in the honesty of his reactions. He couldn’t believe they’d waited so long to do this.
If he were being realistic, it was only this good because of the feelings between them. No one’s first time went this smoothly. Aiden wasn’t sure if it was their history or something deeper, but it soothed an ache inside of him that he hadn’t realized was throbbing. It was like the years they’d spent apart melted away. Aiden knew Oliver—trusted him, wanted him—and now he had him in every sense.
Aiden had no clue what he was doing, but his body seemed to. It moved in whatever way felt good, and in time, he learned to let it. Mostly he matched Oliver’s thrusts, as if he could somehow draw Oliver deeper into him. He couldn’t seem to get enough.
Oliver gave a particularly hard thrust that wrung a low, deep moan out of Aiden. Then his rhythm faltered. “Aiden, I’m getting close.” He sounded wrecked, like it was all he could do to form words. His pace altered to shallow rocks, and his face found its way into the sweaty crook of Aiden’s neck. “I can slow down if you’re not there.”
“No, I’m there.” Aiden angled his hips up into Oliver’s movements and let his head fall back. “I just— I need . . . I’m not sure what.”
“I know what.” Oliver changed positions so he was kneeling between Aiden’s legs. With one hand, he gripped Aiden’s hip and used it as leverage to slide devastatingly into him. With the other, he grasped Aiden’s cock. His strokes were sloppy and rhythm-free, but they got the job done.
The dual sensations hit Aiden like a revelation. Pleasure crackled up his spine and then pooled between his legs. “Oh God, Oliver.”
“Feel good?” Oliver panted.
“Yeah. How close are you? Because I feel like I could—” Oliver hit his prostate dead-on, and Aiden tensed, right on the edge of orgasm. “Fuck, I’m there.” He’d go off if Oliver so much as blew on him.
“I’m right behind you. Go ahead and come.” He sped up both his hand and his thrusts.
Aiden only had time to shout a garbled version of Oliver’s name before he came unraveled, tensing from head to toe as pleasure rolled through him. Oliver’s thrusts stuttered, and then he shoved hard into him before stilling. If he made any noise when he came, Aiden was too far gone to hear it.
When the final wave crested and broke within him, Aiden’s bones liquefied. He seemed to fall against the bed, though his body had never left it. He pulled Oliver’s hand from his cock when oversensitivity set in, but otherwise, all he could do was breathe.
Oliver collapsed on top of him, somewhat crushing him, but his weight was strangely comforting. Aiden didn’t even consider asking him to move. He freed a hand and ran his fingers down Oliver’s sweaty back, feeling the bumps of his spine.
For several minutes, all they did was breathe together in the loud silence of Oliver’s room. Eventually, Oliver pushed himself up, found Aiden’s mouth, and smeared their lips together, as if he was too tired to put any skill into it. “That was amazing.”
Aiden focused his bleary eyes on him. “Yeah. Not at all what I expected.”
“In a good way?”
He nodded. “I didn’t think . . . I mean, I thought it was all hype, you know? What they say sex is like in movies and songs. I didn’t think it was going to be so intense.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “Is it . . . always like that?”
Oliver’s voice was so soft, Aiden almost couldn’t hear him. “No, it’s not. That was different for me too.”
Aiden’s heart thumped in his chest like it was trying to break out. “Well, I guess you’ve spoiled me, then.”
“Good. You deserve it.” Oliver pushed himself up with a groan and pulled out of Aiden. Aiden tried to hide his wince, but Oliver must have seen it. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“No, it’s okay. I liked every part of that. Well, once I got used to it.”
Oliver disposed of the condom in a small bedside trash can and then climbed back into bed, snuggling up next to Aiden. “How do you feel now?”
“Good. And I know it’s cliché, but satisfied too.” He yawned. “And tired.”
“Take a nap.”
“It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“So? We can cuddle. That’s the best part, in my opinion.” Oliver buried his face in Aiden’s damp curls like that was the end of the conversation.
Aiden laughed. He craned his head to look at the clock on Oliver’s nightstand. “Your dad works a nine-to-five, right? Won’t he be home in like an hour?”
Oliver jolted upright. “Okay, now I’m awake.”
Aiden’s laughter shook his whole body. “Imagine if he came home and found us asleep together.”
“I’d rather not. I don’t want to give myself palpitations.” Oliver wiped his sweaty brow. “Jesus, and he would find us too. He expects me at dinner tonight. If I didn’t show up, I’m sure he’d peek in on me.” He shook his head. “Yeah, I’m not going to think about it. I’ve exerted myself enough for one day.”
“That you have.” Aiden reached out for him. Oliver allowed himself to be guided back down and into Aiden’s arms. They lay together, limbs tangled, fingers running through hair and over skin, for a small infinity.
Unfortunately, time didn’t care what they wanted, and it continued to tick forward until Aiden could no longer ignore how much he needed to get going. “If I leave right now, your father probably won’t catch me as I’m backing down the driveway.”
Oliver groaned. “You’re the worst alarm clock ever.” He rolled off the bed and started hunting around for his clothes.
Aiden watched him. Much as he needed to get dressed, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Oliver’s hair was matted, and he was coated in sweat, but he was more beautiful than Aiden had ever seen him.
“I’d invite you to shower before getting dressed, but I don’t think I could resist joining you.” Oliver pulled on his jeans, jumping a little to get the tight fabric over his thighs. “How are you feeling, by the way?”
The question prompted Aiden to get up and start gathering his own clothes. “Sore, honestly. But good. A little weak-kneed.” Right on cue, he almost fell over stepping into his pants.
Oliver reached out and steadied him. “That’s normal. If anything starts to hurt, though, let me know.”
Aiden smiled. “I’m not fragile. Stop fussing.”
“Sorry. I—” He looked down. “I wanted so badly for it to be good for you. It was your first time, and our first time, and . . .”
Aiden stepped into his space and cupped his chin. “It was. It wouldn’t have been as good with anyone else, with anyone I felt less for.”
Oliver sucked in a breath that trembled like leaves on a branch and kissed him again. It very nearly turned into another heated make-out session, but Oliver pushed him away. “I really can’t get enough of you, can I? It’s going to have to wait for later, though.”
“All right, fine. I’m leaving. Kicked out of bed by my own boyfriend.” Aiden froze halfway through pulling his shirt back on. “Um . . . I . . .”
Oliver didn’t miss a beat. “I’m not kicking you out.” A grin spread across his face like daybreak. “I just don’t want the first time my boyfriend meets my family to be impromptu.” He twirled one of Aiden’s curls around a finger. “When they meet you, I want it to be under the right circumstances, so they’ll be as enamored with you as I am.”
Aiden had to blink to keep his eyes from misting over. “I want that too. And hey, you’ve already met my family, so that’s out of the way.”
Oliver nodded, but his expression was sober. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your brother, by the way. When you get home, talk to Max.”
“But I’m so tired,” he whined. “I want to take a nap.”
Oliver silenced him with a pointed look.
Aiden sighed. “Okay. I suppose it’s for the best.”
“I know it is.” Oliver pulled him in for a brief but firm kiss. “Have everything?”
Aiden checked his pockets for his wallet, phone, and keys before surveying the floor one more time for any wayward clothing. “I think so. And if not, it’s not like I’ll never see you again.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot of me over the next few days, both literally and figuratively. Now, off you go.”
Oliver shooed him out the window while Aiden laughed. When he was standing safely on grass, Oliver leaned on the sill, looking like something out of a fairy tale. “Drive safe.”
“I will.” Aiden took one step toward the front of the house before he turned back. “Oliver?”
“Yeah?”
The words weighed on Aiden’s tongue. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, but he could almost feel it. Some emotion was expanding in his chest, trying to get out. Something like . . . love? Was that what this was? Would it be the most cliché thing ever to tell Oliver he loved him right after they had sex?
He drew a breath, still not sure what he wanted to say. “Oliver, I . . .”
“I know.” Oliver smiled, and it was the sweetest thing Aiden had ever seen. “I feel it too. I’ll miss you.”
“You too.”
It wasn’t until he was in his car and backing down the driveway that he dissolved into giggles. He had to take several deep breaths before he could compose himself.
So, that was sex, huh?
It was . . . weird, to be perfectly honest. Chock-full of embarrassing noises and fluids. But it was wonderful too.
He wasn’t so trite as to think that having sex had changed him in any sort of fundamental way. But his feelings for Oliver had become clearer, as if they’d been written in pencil before and were now outlined in ink.
In all the times he’d imagined the future—his career and house and partner—he’d never been able to picture his husband’s face. Now, all he saw was Oliver. His bright smile. His expressive eyes. His warmth.
Aiden shook himself back to the present before he drove off the road. A minute later, he pulled up to his house and cut the engine. For a moment, he sat there, stewing in unrestrained glee, before he got out of the car and trotted up to the house.
When he walked in, he half expected to find his parents waiting for him. In his head, they somehow knew he’d lost his virginity and had prepared a lecture. But he was greeted by silence.
That made sense. It was still early. They weren’t home from work yet. That gave him some time to perfect his poker face.
It also gave him a chance to talk to Max without them in the house. If things got ugly, he’d rather they didn’t interfere.
I bet Max is in the game room, as per usual.
He shuffled through the house into the living room. Sure enough, he heard the sound of the TV blaring from the basement. Max was down there all right.
If Aiden wanted to, he could walk right past and go to his room. Take a nap. Talk to Max later when he was refreshed and not suffused with leftover hormones.
His exhaustion begged him to do precisely that, but he’d promised Oliver. When he thought about how much distress this feud with Max was causing him, Aiden’s heart clenched.
I’m so whipped. And I kinda like it.
With a final deep breath, Aiden steeled himself and made his way down the stairs into the game room.