The cold February air shocked Johnny’s senses as they stepped out into the darkness. He’d left his leather jacket in the living room, but he wasn’t going to break the mood and go back for it now. Ryan was a wet dream come true, but he was nervous. While Johnny was all about consent, he didn’t want to give Ryan time to panic and back out. Straight—or straightish—boys were like highly strung racehorses, prone to bolting if you didn’t keep them on a tight rein.

The sooner he got his mouth on Ryan’s cock the better, because Johnny prided himself on his dick-sucking skills. Once he was working Ryan over with his lips and tongue, Ryan wouldn’t have the headspace left to overthink things and freak out.

He followed Ryan down the short path and then up to the neighbouring front door. As Ryan got his keys out of his pocket, Johnny stepped close behind him and put his hands on Ryan’s hips. Ryan paused, his key unmoving in the lock as Johnny reached around to palm Ryan’s dick through his jeans. Happy to find a nice hard erection waiting for him, Johnny squeezed it through the fabric. It was a good size too, thick and substantial. Johnny’s cock perked up in anticipation. He hoped Ryan would be up for fucking him, but even if he wasn’t it would be a nice dick to go down on.

He kissed Ryan on the back of the neck and Ryan sucked in a breath. “You gonna let us in then?” Johnny asked, lips moving on Ryan’s skin. “Or do you want to turn around and let me blow you out here?”

That galvanised Ryan into movement, turning the key, and then pushing the door open. Johnny released his grip on Ryan’s dick as they stumbled inside. He kicked the door shut behind them, plunging them into total blackness without the streetlights, and reached for Ryan in the dark, snagging the back of his T-shirt before he managed to get to the light switch. “Come here and kiss me.”

Ryan came willingly, his hands finding Johnny’s face as their lips met in a frenzied smash. Johnny laughed breathlessly before taking control. One hand in Ryan’s hair, he tilted his head the way he wanted it so he could seek out his tongue. Ryan moaned, parting his lips, and letting Johnny in. He pushed Johnny back against the wall and ground their hips together. Johnny wondered whether Ryan could feel his erection. He hoped he could, so he’d remember that he was with a guy not a girl. But then as they kissed, Ryan brought his hands down to Johnny’s waist and slid them up the front of his T-shirt, stroking the smooth planes of Johnny’s chest and touching his nipples with his fingertips. Yeah. Ryan definitely knew Johnny wasn’t a girl, and he seemed to be totally okay with it.

Lost in the kiss, Johnny was disappointed when Ryan pulled away, until he murmured, “I want to see you. You’re so fucking hot.”

Johnny chuckled as Ryan reached out, fumbling for the light switch. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” The light was harsh, making Johnny wince and squint.

Ryan moved back close to Johnny and their gazes locked. His eyes were blue, Johnny noticed. He’d been appreciating the whole package earlier rather than studying the details. Ryan was attractive in a very masculine, clean-cut kind of way. Tall and broad, with brown wavy hair cut short at the back and sides, he looked like he should be modelling for Jack Wills. He was very different to Johnny, and very much Johnny’s type. His lips were wet from their kisses, and Johnny wanted more. He grabbed the front of Ryan’s T-shirt and pulled him into another kiss, turning him so that now Ryan was the one with his back to the wall. They snogged, deep and hungry, and full of intent. Johnny reached down and rubbed Ryan’s dick again. Wow, he was hung.

Impatient to get a closer look, he broke the kiss, and dropped to his knees. Hands on the button of Ryan’s jeans, he looked up. “This okay? Is anyone in the house?”

“No. Yes. I mean…. Yeah it’s okay. The others are all next door I think.” Ryan’s eyes were glazed with arousal and Johnny loved how desperate he looked.

Turning his attention back to Ryan’s crotch, he quickly unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed his cock from his underwear. It sprung out, thick and heavy, and Johnny didn’t waste any time in getting it into his mouth. He sucked on the head at first, using his hand to stroke at the same time.

Ryan groaned and there was a thud as his head hit the wall behind him. He started to move his hips, tentatively as though he was trying to stop himself from thrusting into Johnny’s mouth, fists clenched by his sides.

Johnny pulled off. “It’s okay. Make me take it. I like that.”

“Yeah?” Ryan looked down at him.

“Yeah. Give it to me. Show me what you want.”

“Fuck,” Ryan said roughly. “Okay.”

He put one hand around the back of Johnny’s neck and used his other hand to guide his cock back into Johnny’s eager mouth. Hands free now, Johnny made quick work of his own fly and moaned around his mouthful of dick as he started to stroke himself.

Ryan pushed in deep, the hand on Johnny’s neck firm but not forceful. Johnny hummed and sucked enthusiastically to show Ryan he was into this. Fuck, he loved it. Ryan thrust in harder, his cock nudging the back of Johnny’s throat insistently. Johnny took it for a while, but soon it was too much and he gagged, eyes watering. Ryan pulled back immediately. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I like it.” Johnny took Ryan back into his mouth and drew him deep, forcing his throat to relax as Ryan started to fuck his mouth again.

They carried on like that for a little while, Ryan’s moans and muttered curses a counterpoint to the wet sounds of Johnny’s mouth. Eventually, Ryan said, “I’m gonna come if we keep doing this.”

Johnny pulled off, stroking Ryan lightly with a hand as he asked, “Do you want to come yet?”

“I don’t know.” Ryan cupped Johnny’s cheek and rubbed at his lower lip with his thumb. “What else is on offer?”

“My arse. If you want?”

“Yes,” Ryan said immediately. “God yes. I want to fuck you so badly. Only….” His face fell. “I don’t have any lube.”

Johnny stood and kissed him lightly on the lips as reached into his back pocket. “Lucky for you I’m always prepared.” He pressed a sachet of lube and a condom into Ryan’s hand. “Upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

They rearranged their clothing and Johnny followed Ryan upstairs to the first floor. Ryan pushed open a door and turned the light on. “This is my room.”

It was a typical student room, fairly tidy, with a desk containing a few books, notepads, and a laptop; a wardrobe; a chest of drawers; and a large bed made up with dark blue sheets and a duvet. As Johnny looked around, Ryan put the lube and condom down on the bedside table, turned a lamp on, then came back to turn off the main light. He put his arms around Johnny and kissed him again, reaching down to squeeze Johnny’s arse. He traced the crack with his fingertips, sending a thrill of arousal to Johnny’s balls as he imagined those fingers opening him up for Ryan’s gorgeous cock.

Reluctant to kill the mood, but preferring to be safe rather than sorry, Johnny drew away, and asked. “Can I use your bathroom for a quick clean up first? Then my arse is all yours.”

“Oh, um. Sure. Need a towel?”

“Yes please.”

Ryan got one from a drawer and gave it to him. “Bathroom is two doors down.”

“Thanks. Why don’t you get naked and warm the bed up while you wait for me,” Johnny suggested with a grin. He gave Ryan’s dick a quick squeeze.

“Okay.” Ryan looked nervous.

“You sure you want to do this? I can just go back to sucking you off if you prefer?”

“No. I want to.” Ryan’s voice was firm, despite the tension rolling off him.

“Back in a minute then.”

Johnny hadn’t been planning on hooking up tonight otherwise he would’ve douched. A quick rinse with the showerhead would have to do. Once he was satisfied, he dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and carried his clothes back to Ryan’s room. “Hey.” He paused in the doorway, feeling a little awkward now the mood had been broken.

“Hey.” Ryan was lying on the bed, the covers up to his waist. One hand was moving under the duvet in an obvious jerking motion as he let his gaze roam over Johnny. The hunger in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t having second thoughts. “Get over here.”

Johnny dumped his clothes, shut the door, and flipped the lock just in case. Then he walked over to the foot of the bed.

“Show me,” he said, staring at the movement of Ryan’s hand.

“If you’ll show me yours.” Ryan grinned.

Johnny unfastened the towel and let it drop. His cock was at half-mast after the chilly bathroom, but as Ryan stared at it, it started to crank its way back up even without Johnny touching it. “Your turn.”

Ryan kicked the duvet down and revealed his glorious cock, standing to attention as Ryan stroked it slowly. “Can I see your arse?” he asked.

“Cock not doing it for you?” Johnny couldn’t help being a little disappointed. Straight guys often weren’t into reciprocal dick sucking, but he’d been hoping Ryan might want the full shebang.

“Nah, it is actually, more than I expected. I’m an arse man though. So….” Ryan grinned and held up the finger of his free hand, spinning it slowly.

Johnny chuckled and turned obediently. “So?” He looked back over his shoulder as he wiggled his butt. “Does this do it for you?”

“Oh fuck, yes.” Ryan moved over and patted the bed beside him. “Get that arse over here.”

Johnny crawled onto the dark blue sheets. “How do you want me?”

“On your front.”

Settling down beside him, Johnny lay flat, his face turned towards Ryan. “Like this?”

“That’ll do for starters.” Ryan sat up and moved down the bed. He kneed Johnny’s legs apart so he could fit between them and then Johnny felt warm hands grip his arse and squeeze. “Your arse is gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” Johnny smiled, tilting his hips up invitingly. “Take a closer look.”

Ryan parted Johnny’s arse cheeks and Johnny’s whole body tingled with a rush of arousal. He loved the feeling of being inspected, on display for Ryan’s approval.

“You like being rimmed?” Ryan asked.

“I love it.”

“Awesome.” And with that, Ryan lowered himself and licked up Johnny’s taint to his hole in a hot, wet slide that made Johnny’s toes curl and his back arch.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, pushing up on his elbows and letting his head drop. “Yeah. Do that again.” Ryan did, several times, until he finally stayed with his tongue lapping at Johnny’s hole. Johnny groaned, fingers digging into the sheets as he pushed back into the sensation. Ryan’s stubble rasped against his skin. “God you’re good at that. I take it this isn’t your first time?”

“No.” Ryan paused long enough to reply, his breath hot. “I had one girlfriend who was into it.”

“Only one?”

“Yeah.” Ryan dived back in, circling his tongue before pressing in deeper.

“Well the others were missing out, because damn—” Johnny gave up on words and went back to moaning like a slut. He loved being rimmed, it was one of his favourite things and Ryan was eating his arse like he was starving for it. Time lost all meaning as Johnny lost himself in the warm, slick press of Ryan’s tongue and the bite of his fingers in Johnny’s arse cheeks. Eyes closed, face down on the bed, he gave himself up to Ryan, letting him set the pace now. Where before Johnny had been the one in the driving seat, now Ryan was in control and Johnny was along for the ride.

Eventually Ryan introduced a finger into the mix. He drew back to ask, “Is this okay?” as he pressed it against Johnny’s eager hole.

“Yes,” Johnny managed, and then gasped as Ryan pushed it inside. Aching to be fucked now, Johnny squeezed around it. “That’s good. But I want more.”

“Yeah?” Ryan’s voice was soft and husky. “What do you want?”

“I want your cock.”

“It’s really thick. Most girls don’t want it in their arse. You sure you can take it?”

Johnny looked over his shoulder. He was expecting to see a cocky expression, but Ryan’s face was serious and Johnny realised it was a genuine question. “I can take it,” he assured him. “Just go slow at first, but it won’t take me long to get used to it. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“Okay.” Ryan withdrew his finger and moved to get the lube and condom.

Johnny pushed himself up onto his knees and elbows and reached one hand down for his cock. He was hard and wet, it probably wouldn’t take him long to come even after all the alcohol he’d drunk. He stroked himself slowly as Ryan put the condom on and tore open the lube. He looked back to see Ryan smearing lube on his dick, then he used his fingertips to spread what was left around Johnny’s hole. The lube was cool on Johnny’s hot skin and as Ryan pressed his fingers inside a little Johnny pushed back, taking more.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” Ryan thrust them in and out slowly.

“You gonna fuck me then?” Johnny said. “I’m ready.”

“Yeah.” Ryan withdrew his fingers and slapped Johnny on the arse. “Roll over though.”

Surprised, Johnny complied, turning onto his back, and drawing his knees up ready. Guys who were used to being with girls usually liked doggy style. It was less confronting, maybe. But Ryan’s gaze dropped to Johnny’s cock and he hesitated for a moment before taking it in his hand and tentatively stroking. He didn’t grip tight enough for Johnny’s liking, but it felt good anyway. Feeling vulnerable waiting with his legs spread, Johnny turned to teasing as a defence mechanism. “Any time you like.”

Ryan looked at him and flushed. “Yeah, sorry. Got distracted there for a minute.” He let go of Johnny’s cock and lined his up instead before pushing slowly inside.

Johnny welcomed the stretch, but then tensed at the familiar ache as his muscles protested when Ryan went in a little deeper. “Wait,” he bit out. “Just give me a minute.”

Ryan stopped immediately. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurts for now but it won’t last.” He took his cock in his hand. It had softened a little but firmed up again quickly as he stroked. The solid pressure of Ryan inside him started to feel better again. “Give me a little more.”

Slowly and steadily, Ryan worked his way in, rocking his hips until Johnny could feel Ryan’s balls pressed up snug against him with every careful thrust. Ryan was still being gentle, and the concentration on his face was endearing. “That feel okay?” His blue eyes were fixed on Johnny’s face.

“Yeah.” Johnny smiled. “Feels great. C’mere.” He curled his hand around Ryan’s nape and drew him down so their bodies were in contact while he took Ryan’s mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. Ryan was still rocking into him, each deep thrust of his cock felt amazing. When Ryan eventually drew away from Johnny’s mouth to kiss his neck, Johnny gripped his arse, and whispered into his ear, “Now fuck me hard. As hard as you can.”

Ryan obliged, pushing himself up again he held Johnny’s legs as he slammed into him. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Your arse feels amazing.”

“Your cock feels pretty great too,” Johnny assured him, then moaned loudly as Ryan changed the angle slightly and hit Johnny exactly right. “Oh fuck!” Johnny grabbed his cock and started to stroke it hard and fast, the tension of impending orgasm building in his balls. “Yes, fuck. Like that. Don’t stop.”

Ryan gave a breathless chuckle. “Wasn’t planning on it. Unless you want me to? I’m pretty close though.”

“I don’t care, I am too.”

“I want to see you come first.”

“Well keep fucking me hard then.” Johnny’s hand flew over his cock as Ryan pounded his arse. Concentrating on the sensations rather than talking now, Johnny couldn’t keep quiet. Each thrust of Ryan’s cock knocked a moan out of him, getting louder and more high-pitched as he felt the rising tide of climax. He teetered deliciously on the brink for a moment before it consumed him and he came with a cry, body tensing and releasing as he spilled all over his stomach and fist.

“Fuck,” Ryan gasped. He carried on fucking Johnny through it, until with a final deep thrust his rhythm faltered and he came too, hips jerking and flexing. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Ryan collapsed on top of Johnny, the weight of his body solid and grounding and his breath hot in Johnny’s ear. Johnny wrapped his arms around him and inhaled the scent of his skin as his heart gradually slowed.

As Ryan’s cock softened and began to slip free, he heaved himself up to guide it out and tied off the condom before tossing it into the bin by the desk. He lay back down beside Johnny, no longer touching him, and Johnny missed the warmth and contact of his body.

“That was awesome,” Ryan said.

“Yeah?” Johnny rolled to his side and propped himself on one elbow to study Ryan.

He didn’t meet Johnny’s gaze, eyes fixed on the ceiling. But he nodded. “Yeah. It was so hot.” He looked at Johnny then and grinned. “You have a hot arse.”

“Thanks.” Johnny smirked. “You certainly made good use of it.”

Heat flared in Ryan’s eyes. “Yeah. I guess I did.” He went back to staring at the ceiling, so Johnny turned onto his back again. His body felt like a collection of limp noodles. Fucked out and exhausted now the alcohol was starting to wear off, he yawned hugely. “I should go and clean up a bit. I’m covered in jizz.” He got up and picked up the towel he’d used before. “Back in a minute.”

When he returned, less sticky than before, Ryan was in bed with his eyes closed. He had a T-shirt on now and looked so comfortable that Johnny frowned. It wasn’t fair that he got to fall asleep when Johnny had to walk home in the dark and the cold. He pulled on his underwear and his T-shirt, and was about to put on his jeans too, when Ryan said in a sleepy voice, “You can stay here if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If you feel anything like I do right now you probably don’t fancy walking home.”

“It’s not the most appealing thought, you’re right.”

“So stay. I don’t mind, and I promise not to molest you in your sleep.”

Johnny’s arse muscles clenched reflexively at the thought. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Ryan chuckled. “I’m too tired for round two.”

“Shame,” Johnny said lightly.

Decision made, he slipped under the covers beside Ryan. Johnny didn’t often sleep over with hook ups, but occasionally he did if he felt safe with them and was feeling lazy. He definitely felt safe with Ryan, partly because there was a friend-of-a-friend connection, but mainly because Ryan gave off a definite nice-guy vibe. Johnny trusted him, so he’d be able to relax enough to get a decent night’s sleep. As he snuggled under the duvet, Ryan reached over to turn off the lamp by the bed before rolling back to lie beside Johnny.

“Night then,” Ryan said quietly.

“Night.”