I kiss Sam again, with long deep strokes of my tongue, mimicking the act that other parts of me are going to be doing to him if I have my way and he lets me get that far. Sam moans as I let one of my hands trail up his chest. The dark curls on his chest tickle my palm, and I break away from gliding my tongue into his mouth to trail hot kisses down his throat and along his collar bone. I dip my head, capturing one of his nipples in between my teeth, and he jerks on the bed, his hips rising up to try to press into me. I let my hands skim down across his back and grip his hips as I run my lips across his chest and nip at the other nipple. His breathing has become rapid and in quick short bursts. I can feel him pressed to my stomach, where his legs are once again straddling my hips and my torso is pressed to the bed. He’s grinding himself against me, whether he knows he is doing it or not, and the friction is maddening.

I back myself off the bed, settling for the ache that isn’t getting any contact, in order to work my tongue down his belly, and continue where I had left off on the ice.

“Jayden, I have never had anyone do that. Oh god!” he cries as I let my fingers snap the button on his jeans and tug at his zipper. I don’t want to wait this time and run the risk of being interrupted. I tug at his jeans and he lifts his hips as I pull off his sneakers and the jeans follow, hitting the floor beside the bed. I peel his socks off and sit back, letting my eyes roam over him, appreciating the irony of the boxers that have a picture of Thor’s hammer from the Avenger’s on the front. He’s certainly packing something behind them as he shivers on the bed while I look him over.

His skin is flushed all over and heated when I lean forward and let my fingertips rest at the waistband of the boxers.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Sam?” I ask. My voice is rough, and I clear my throat, as I look into his eyes. He doesn’t answer, but nods his head in one quick jerk, confirming what I had already guessed at. “Ok, if at any point you want to stop,” I wince at the thought, but continue. “You tell me to stop and I will immediately.” He nods again, and I slowly begin to peel the boxers down off his hips.

When he’s free of the boxers, I have to pop the button on my own jeans, unable to stand the pressure anymore. I let my eyes wander the trail of fine hair as it tapers from just under his navel and then grows wider at his base. He grips the bedspread on either side of his hips and sits under my stare, shivering in anticipation. Before he can cover up, or change his mind because of insecurities, I lean up, giving him a quick kiss, before ducking my head down.

He jerks under me and groans as his body starts to shudder with the contact. I go slow at first, giving him time to grow accustomed to the sensation, and at the same time savoring the fact that I get to be the first for him, for everything. I let one of my hands grip the base of him, stroking while I work the rest of him, and I bring up the other hand and peel his fingers off the covers at his side, and interlace his fingers with my own.

It doesn’t take long for him to start to squirm under me. His cries become more ragged and I can hear from the sound of them, if I don’t back off, things are going to end early. I don’t want to, but figure there will be plenty of time in the future to build up his stamina. I grin at the thought as I sit back and let him calm down.

I stand up as he stares up at me through his glasses. His eyes are unfocused, and he watches as I drop my own jeans and boxers and ease down onto the bed beside him. He looks hesitant, like he’s not sure what I expect of him, and to answer the unasked question in his eyes, I whisper, “not this time. I’ve been waiting too long for this.” He blinks, and it takes a minute for him to understand, but when he does, he practically launches himself at me and wraps his arms around my torso. I stroke his back to comfort him, waiting for him to be ready. I ease us both back onto the bed, lying down and holding him. I swear at myself internally for what’s throbbing below my waist.

To occupy myself while I wait for him to turn in my arms, I tear open the small package that was in my jeans. I keep one on me most times and lately, with thoughts of the opportunity presenting itself with him, I have carried one every day.

“Damn!” I curse as I roll it down over myself and the friction causes me to involuntarily push up into my palm. I want to continue stroking, it felt so good and I realize it has been a few days since I’ve even been alone to take care of business. I feel his hard length pressed up against mine and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count backwards from ten to stay in control. Around five I feel something soft but strong wrap around the length of me and squeeze.

“Oh shit!” I bark and jerk up into the pressure. The feeling is quickly taken away as he withdraws his hand.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Sorry, I’ve never touched….sorry.”

“Don’t. Be. Sorry.” I grit out as I work to regain control. I take a deep breath and release it as the ache comes to a low boil inside me. I feel his lips brush up against mine as he cranes his neck to reach me. I open my eyes in time to feel and see him roll in my arms, presenting me with his back so we’re spooning. I wrap my arms tighter around his smaller form and bury my face into the back of his neck and hair, breathing in the scent of him. He curls himself around my arms, almost in the fetal position as he hugs my arms to his chest and I feel the length of him bob between his legs, brushing my arm. It leaves a few wet droplets and I know it’s time to get moving.

“In the drawer. For when I’m alone,” he moans. I glance behind me at the nightstand and use my arm to reach back and pop it open. I grab the tube lying on top and shut the drawer, popping the cap and getting down to business with the slick gel between us.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whisper in his ear, nipping his earlobe. He nods his head; his glasses go crooked on his nose as I begin to press myself into him. He cries out a couple of times and I pause and back off, working into him, painfully slow. It takes several long moments before I’m fully in, and when I am, I reach around the front of him, and start stroking him to my own rhythm.

Neither one of us lasts long as we shout out each other’s names. The pressure and the need gets to be too much, and I give one last thrust, as his hips buck to jerk into my hand and we both come crashing down from the much needed release.

We sag back against the pillow and I place soft kisses and nips on the back of his neck as he shakes uncontrollably in my arms.

I don’t remember drifting off to sleep. But when I wake some time later, it’s with a start and the panicked feeling that he will be gone, or freaking out after. What I don’t expect and what makes me groan and jump is the feel of his wet mouth on me, as his eyes look up at me from under the covers. I cup the back of his head as I let mine fall back on the pillow and I give into the sensations. He’s hesitant at first, but quickly finds a pace that has me as needy and aching as he was before. It isn’t long before I sit upright, grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up. We spend the rest of the night in his room, wrestling for the position of control, each taking our turn being wrapped up in one another and learning each other physically. Sometime in the middle of the night we fall asleep, wrapped up in each other, and wake the next morning together, just as we had fallen asleep.