Scott groaned as Charlie shoved two fingers inside him, his hips arching clear off the bed at the sensation. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, but he already wanted more.
He’d been terrified when he asked to bottom, but he was really glad he had now. Charlie had fussed over him and called him brave and sweet and promised him the world, and now he was getting it.
His pulse pounded in his ears, his lungs burned as he gasped for air, every new touch knocking the wind out of him.
Charlie wasn’t just good at bowling.
Stars burst behind Scott’s eyelids as Charlie brushed against something inside him. That had to be his prostate, but he hadn’t believed it when strangers on the internet told him it was this good.
He believed them now.
“You okay there?” Charlie asked, a smirk in his voice. He knew he was good, and he knew what he was doing to Scott.
The confidence was kind of hot.
“Don’t tease me,” Scott complained, although he didn’t really mind. He was torn between wanting to slow down and wanting to go faster, his brain pulling him one way and his body the other.
His body was winning. That was probably a good thing.
“Or what?” Charlie asked, sliding his fingers further inside, pressing his thumb hard against the sensitive spot behind Scott’s balls.
“Or…”
Scott opened his eyes to look at Charlie. He didn’t really have an answer to that. He was at Charlie’s mercy.
“That’s what I thought.” Charlie smirked. Without his glasses, all of his facial expressions looked a hundred times more animated.
He also seemed to smirk more, but that might have been because he knew Scott was at his mercy.
Scott didn’t mind. Not really.
“Please,” Scott begged, giving Charlie his best puppy eyes. They usually got him what he wanted.
Charlie made a soft noise, shoving his fingers in further, stretching Scott just a tiny bit more. Scott’s cock twitched, already leaking precome on to his stomach.
He glanced down at Charlie, his eyes roving over tattoos, toned, sleek muscles, and finally to his cock, hard and curving up toward his stomach.
It was a lot bigger than two fingers.
Right now, though, that seemed like a good thing. Something deep inside Scott wanted to be fuller, stretched as far as he could go. He wanted Charlie’s cock inside him.
He’d been thinking about it for days. First, tentatively, but then with increasing curiosity. Now, he needed it to get off.
Nothing else was going to do it for him. He needed this.
“You’re being very brave,” Charlie said. “You wanna get off before we go any further? How desperate are you?”
Scott swallowed. It was a tempting offer, but he wanted to be sure he’d be able to get off once Charlie was inside him, and he wasn’t sure he could bounce back that fast.
What he really wanted was for Charlie to speed up.
He probably needed to say all that.
“I wanna feel you,” Scott said, his face hot. This was embarrassing to say out loud. He wasn’t used to needing to talk during sex. He wasn’t used to needing prep work.
It felt good, though. It was nice to feel taken care of for once.
“And I want… I’m ready for more,” he added, before Charlie could say anything else. “I know I look terrified, but that’s only because I am.”
Charlie smiled a small, understanding smile, shifting his weight. “I can do this all day,” he said. “Or night, whatever. You don’t have to go further than this.”
“I want to,” Scott said, gaining confidence. He knew Charlie was just giving him a way out.
But with the low burn of arousal in his gut, with his muscles getting tight, with his cock leaking onto his stomach… he wanted more. Harder. Faster.
He wanted everything Charlie could give him.
The need was overwhelming, making Scott’s whole body feel too tight, too wound up, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. He’d never felt like this before, he’d never wanted someone to touch him so much.
He was probably more than a little bi.
Charlie smiled a slow smile, shuffling closer to Scott. He reached out, splaying his free hand over Scott’s belly, kneading the tight, tense muscles there.
Warmth flowed through Scott’s body as his muscles relaxed, and he bit his lip to contain a groan, arching his back high off the mattress beneath him. Everything Charlie did felt so good.
He grunted as Charlie slipped a third finger inside him, letting a tiny whine escape as he got used to the extra stretch. It didn’t hurt, not quite, but the pressure was intense. Not uncomfortable, but it made him feel oversensitive, every tiny touch or movement magnified by a hundred.
Scott cried out as Charlie twisted his fingers, his cock twitching against his belly, his legs spreading wider without him consciously deciding to move them. He reached down, wanting to touch his cock, but Charlie batted his hand away.
Charlie wrapped his own fingers around it instead, squeezing tight as he jerked it with slow strokes, timed to match the fingers in Scott’s ass. His fingers were so sure, so confident, his grip bordering on too tight, but still perfect, still exactly what Scott needed.
Charlie wasn’t giving him space to breathe, but he didn’t want it anyway. Scott hadn’t realized that sex could feel like this at all, and they hadn’t gotten to the main event yet.
Getting off like this might have been nice, but Scott still wanted more. He was so sure of it now, and he didn’t want to do this like a shy teenager fumbling their way through their first time.
He wanted Charlie to want to do this again.
He wanted Charlie.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice cracking. By now, the only thing Scott could think of was how much he wanted to get off, how much he wanted Charlie inside him, how desperate he was to come.
With every twist or slide of Charlie’s fingers, all Scott could think of was how much better his cock was going to feel, how much fuller he’d be. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Charlie now.
To Scott’s dismay, Charlie removed his fingers in one fluid motion. He missed the fullness immediately, his body struggling to adjust to the sudden absence just when he’d gotten used to it.
“Roll over,” Charlie said, moving out of the way to give Scott room.
Scott swallowed, but forced himself to get up, his head light with arousal. This was it. This was going to happen.
“On my hands and knees, or…?”
“On your tummy,” Charlie said. “Trust me.”
Scott did trust him. Charlie knew what he was doing. Scott had never been worked up to arousal like this, his skin tight and tingly, every brush of the bedclothes against him making his breath hitch at how sensitive he was.
“Spread your legs comfortably,” Charlie instructed.
Scott moved his knees apart, keeping them bent, lying as flat as he could on the mattress. His cock ached under him, the pressure of his weight and the friction of the bed covers almost too much. He hissed at the feeling, shifting his knees further apart and groaning as his cock dragged against the sheets beneath him.
He wanted to rock his hips against the mattress until he came, but he wanted Charlie in his ass when it happened.
Charlie pushed his fingers back inside, making Scott groan into the pillow under him again. He shoved it out of the way, turning his face to the side on the mattress so he could breathe.
He’d never had sex that made this much of a mess of the bed before. Obviously, he’d missed out on a lot.
Charlie was still being painfully gentle with him, which wasn’t helping Scott’s desperation at all. He was starting to think that was the idea.
All Scott could do in this position was bite his lip and focus on the way Charlie’s fingers felt in his ass, his breath hitching every time they shifted. He almost felt ridiculous, wriggling and moaning under Charlie like this was the best thing anyone had ever done for him, but…
… well, it was. No one had treated him like this before. No one had worked him up, made him wait, taken care of him like this.
Sex with Charlie was exhausting, and Scott had barely done anything.
If this was the first time, what was the future going to be like?
Finally, finally, Charlie’s fingers slipped out of him. Scott whimpered at the loss again, rocking his hips into the mattress in a silent demand for more.
But this was good. This meant Charlie’s cock was coming next, and Scott was so ready for that.
He’d been nervous when they started, but that was all gone. Now, he just wanted Charlie. He’d been teased enough.
“You ready?” Charlie asked, shuffling closer.
Scott nodded, holding his breath as Charlie moved behind him, closing his eyes as the other man covered his body, his knees touching the inside of Scott’s legs, spreading them just a little wider.
The first touch of the thick, impossibly hot head of Charlie’s cock against his hole made Scott bite his lip, his fingers twisting into the sheets underneath him.
This was it. He was about to cross an entirely new line.
He was ready for it. He was done with pretending he wasn’t into Charlie, maybe into men in general. That part, he was still figuring out.
The part where he really, really wanted Charlie’s cock? He was sure of that. He’d rarely been as sure of anything as he was of that.
Scott pushed his hips back a little way, urging Charlie forward, trying to will him to move. Charlie’s patience was incredible, but he couldn’t hold out forever.
Just as Scott opened his mouth to beg, plead with Charlie to keep going, Charlie shifted, lowering his hips, pushing the head of his cock inside.
Scott’s breath caught in his chest, a silent cry making his throat hurt with the intensity of it. He screwed his eyes shut, the effort of keeping them open too much as Charlie slid into him, constant pressure making his thighs tense up, his stomach clench.
It was good. It was so good Scott didn’t have anything to compare it to.
Could he do this for Charlie? Would it feel this good for him? He wanted to, if it would.
All of Scott’s senses closed in on the point where he and Charlie were joined, only able to feel the way Charlie was stretching him, filling him up in a way he’d never felt before, but that seemed so right, so good from the first moment.
Charlie fit in him like he belonged there, stretching him tight, but not too tight. Not further than Scott could take. Enough, and no more.
Blood rushed in Scott’s ears, his eyes unfocused as he blinked them open and his skin on fire again, lighting up at every tiny touch.
Charlie lowered himself down, laying his chest along Scott’s back. He pressed a kiss into the back of Scott’s neck, a low, soothing sound rumbling in his chest, vibrating through Scott’s entire body as the full length of his cock sunk in, so deep Scott was almost sure that if he pressed his hand to his stomach, he’d be able to feel it inside him.
His toes curled at the feeling, his whole body tensing up for a moment before he forced it to relax, the intensity overwhelming. He hadn’t realized he could be so sensitive.
“You’re amazing,” Charlie murmured, his breath ghosting over Scott’s ear. “You have no idea how good you feel. How hot you are.”
Scott went to respond, but Charlie rocked his hips at the same moment, turning whatever he’d been about to say into a soft, needy whine.
He’d never felt so wanted. So special. This was completely different from every other sexual experience he’d had, and he loved it.
He’d have to remember all that to tell Charlie later, because there was no way he was getting it out now.
“Talk to me,” Charlie said softly, shifting his weight. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” Scott choked out, barely managing to form the words. He was okay—better than okay—but his head was spinning and his lungs were burning, every nerve ending sensitive and raw.
“Good boy,” Charlie kissed the back of his neck again.
Scott panted to catch his breath, his heart pounding, but Charlie didn’t let up or give him a chance to recover.
Instead, he rocked his hips. Once. Twice. Long, slow strokes that let Scott feel every inch of Charlie’s cock as it slid in and out of him.
He could picture it clearly, his hole stretched around the width, clenching hard with every stroke as he fought to keep Charlie inside him. With Charlie’s weight pressing down on him, his breath tickling the short hairs on the back of Scott’s neck, he felt as though his brain was frying.
In the best possible way, though. If this was how he was going out, that was fine.
“Fuck,” he gasped as Charlie began to speed up, digging his fingers deep into Scott’s shoulders.
The warm pool of arousal in Scott’s gut made him squirm in response, his hips rocking of their own accord, pushing back to meet Charlie’s thrusts. His cock dragged against the bedsheets again, the friction both too much and not quite enough at the same time.
He wasn’t gonna last long like this. Not if Charlie kept going, the head of his cock hitting Scott’s newly-discovered sensitive spots with every thrust of his hips.
Scott grunted under Charlie as he started to speed up, taking the harder, faster thrusts in stride and speeding his own hips to match them, fucking himself eagerly on Charlie’s thick, gorgeous cock.
He might never have wanted a man like this before, but he did now. He wanted more, as much as he could get. Harder, faster, deeper. Scott wanted everything Charlie had and then some.
“More,” he demanded, his voice harsh, broken. His throat hurt, and his balls hurt, and he wanted to come so badly that he wasn’t even a little hesitant about begging.
Warm laughter filled the air as Charlie shifted his position just slightly, making Scott gasp at the new angle, grip the sheets under him even harder.
He wasn’t going to hold out for long. Not like this.
“You’re beautiful,” Charlie murmured into the back of Scott’s neck, making a shiver run down his spine. All he could do was grunt in response, but Charlie made him feel so good about himself. Better than he ever had.
“Your body is beautiful, and your personality is beautiful, and I’m gonna make you come your beautiful brains out,” Charlie added in a low rumble.
A tingling wave of pleasure rolled through Scott at Charlie’s promise, making him arch his hips into the mattress as Charlie sped up again, his bare skin slapping against Scott’s, a sharp, echoing sound that punctuated every thrust.
Charlie wriggled back, lifting Scott’s hips up as he changed positions, shoving him into place with confident hands. Scott moved with him, wherever Charlie wanted him to go, trusting that he knew what he was doing.
The next moment his hips were high in the air, his thighs trembling under him with the effort of the position, his forehead pressed to the mattress.
Charlie shoved inside him again, making Scott gasp and writhe at the new angle, his back arching, his stomach bottoming out.
He groaned, loud and low, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as his cock bounced against his stomach with the force of Charlie’s thrusts. Charlie wasn’t being gentle anymore, and that was more than okay.
Gentle had been nice, but Scott needed to get off. It’d been too long already, too intense. He couldn’t have taken much more, already right at the edge of his limits.
He could feel his orgasm coiling deep in his gut, ramping up with every thrust of Charlie’s cock, every brush of his skin against Scott’s. Charlie’s fingers pressed deep into his hips, bright points of pleasure-pain that made Scott want to rock back, hard, force Charlie to grip him tighter.
Except his legs were too weak by now, too worn out to do better than move with Charlie, let him set the pace, keep him in control.
That was so hot. Everything about this was hot, from the exciting thrill of the forbidden to Charlie’s confidence, his ease with taking charge to show Scott the hidden wonders of his own body.
Scott hadn’t come yet and he already wanted to do this again.
Charlie’s hand moved from Scott’s hip to his cock, his fingers curling around the length, squeezing tight, and Scott was coming before he could even finish processing the touch, moaning low and deep into the mattress beneath him, his knees slipping further apart as the first wave of his orgasm overwhelmed him.
He jerked his hips into Charlie’s hand, stuttering thrusts as all the built-up tension flooded out of him, forceful pulses of pleasure making him gasp and hiccup as he rode them out, Charlie’s strong fingers still working him.
His throat hurt, and his legs hurt, and he really did feel as though he was coming his brains out like Charlie promised, the force of his orgasm so strong that staying conscious seemed like the best he could manage to do in response.
Just as he was starting to get too sensitive, wanting to wriggle away from Charlie’s hand, he felt Charlie’s hips still, one last, sharp jerk inside him, and then a groan that seemed to have started all the way in Charlie’s gut echoing off the walls.
Charlie’s hand fell away from Scott’s cock, gripping his thigh instead as Charlie jerked his hips against him in short, sharp thrusts, just for a handful of seconds before he sighed a deep, satisfied sigh.
He made Charlie come. That felt good, too, even though his mind was still too clouded to fully process it.
Charlie sounded happy. Charlie’s happiness made Scott feel good. It didn’t need to be more complex than that, did it?
Scott winced as Charlie pulled out, so used to having him inside him now that the absence of his cock felt strange. He felt hollowed out, his body adjusting slowly, a dull ache starting in his ass.
He was definitely going to feel that in the morning, but right now, he didn’t care.
Charlie gave him the smallest of nudges, and Scott took that as permission to collapse sideways onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this wrung-out before. He liked to think of himself as a reasonably fit guy, but it was dawning on him that he had some catching up to do if they were going to do this regularly.
It was also dawning on him that he really wanted them to.
“Consider that a tutorial for how to fuck me, when you’re ready.” Charlie flopped down beside him on the bed, equally out of breath. “But not tonight,” he added.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way he could do that again without a nap and a full meal. Maybe an entire day to recover.
“Okay,” he managed to force out, not wanting Charlie to think he wasn’t listening.
Charlie’s cute and cuddly image in Scott’s mind was still adjusting to include everything that had just happened.
There was nothing cute and cuddly about any of it, but it was hot. For whatever reason, Scott had kind of expected an awkward fumble, where the magic of discovery and his growing feelings for Charlie made up for the fact that sex with other guys would be…
… well, weird or different or not quite like sex, he supposed.
He’d been extremely wrong, and for once, he was happy to be.
Charlie burst into soft, delighted laughter beside him, rolling onto his side and curling up next to Scott, who still felt too heavy to move.
“The fact that you can’t answer in full sentences yet is extremely good for my ego,” he said.
The fact that Charlie could seemed like a goddamn miracle to Scott.
Lesson learned: gay guys fucked like it was an Olympic sport.
Or at least, Charlie did. Making sweeping assumptions like that was kind of how Scott had ended up thinking this was going to be mutual handjobs or something.
It had been a whirlwind, but a good one.
“Everything about that was amazing,” Scott finally said.
Charlie giggled, right back to his usual, bubbly self in the blink of an eye.
“You’re amazing.” Charlie kissed Scott’s ear, then nuzzled his neck softly, the touch sending little sparks of pleasure skittering over Scott’s skin.
“I’m gonna pass out,” Scott said.
He didn’t even get to hear Charlie’s answer before he did.