Someone needed to tell Jonah’s heart that he wasn’t running a marathon. It raced inside his chest, leaving him a bit breathless. The sight of Christian on his knees, sandwiched between Jonah’s legs sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. Just remembering how good Christian had felt had him almost begging for it again. Except this time, he didn’t want Christian’s mouth.

He’d done a fair bit of thinking on his walk. Mostly about what everyone would think if and when he came out to them, but also about Christian. What he wanted with Christian. While Jonah wasn’t entirely opposed to having Christian inside of him, the thought wasn’t one he was excited to try right away. Fucking Christian, though? Just imagining it had left him so hard he had to stop along the trail and will his boner away.

“I think we should go to the bedroom,” he said lowly, and Christian nearly tripped over himself to stand up.

Grabbing his forearm, Jonah steadied him, pleasure sparking where their skin touched. Rather than letting him go as soon as they were both standing, Jonah pulled him close and kissed him slowly and languidly.

“What was that for?” Christian asked, smiling.

Jonah shrugged. “Because I could.”

“What else are you going to do just because you can?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

The hunger in Christian’s eyes told Jonah he wouldn’t have any problem convincing him. A moment later, Christian pounced. The kiss was more an assault of lips and tongue than anything else, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest, sloppiest kiss Jonah had ever had. Christian licked inside his mouth, suckling his tongue like he had Jonah’s cock, and Jonah had to lock his knees so they wouldn’t fall into a heap on the floor.

He carded his fingers through Christian’s hair, curling them around the silky strands. When Christian groaned against his lips, he tightened his hold, and the sound transformed into something like a whimper. So he liked things a little rough, did he? Jonah smiled and filed that knowledge away for later use. He wasn’t sure how he would use it, but he could definitely find a way.

Breaking the kiss, Jonah pulled away just long enough to scoop Christian in his arms and head toward his bedroom. For a split second, he considered carrying Christian to the master. After all, it had the bigger bed. But the thought of fucking Christian in the bed where his aunt and uncle slept sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine.

Holding Christian while turning the bedroom light on proved to be a challenge, but Christian solved it by flipping the switch himself, unspent laughter glinting in his eyes. The laughter faded when Jonah eased him down onto the mattress, and instead, he stared up at Jonah intently. The openness and trust in his expression threw Jonah off guard, and his heart twinged. When was the last time someone had looked at him like that, as though they were confident he wouldn’t heart them no matter how great the risk?

He started to join Christian on the bed, but Christian put a hand on his shoulder. “Wait. Do you have condoms?” Jonah stared at him blankly. “Lube? Anything?”

Maybe he hadn’t thought this through as much as he should have.

“Here. Gimme a second.” Christian pushed up from the mattress and swung his legs off the bed. He pressed a kiss to Jonah’s cheek before darting out of the room, presumably for the supplies Jonah had failed to procure.

Rather than standing around and twiddling his thumbs, Jonah stripped down to his underwear and climbed back on the bed. The sheets were a little cool, but they would warm up soon enough.

Christian came through the door and paused as soon as he saw Jonah. He knew how he looked. He didn’t have a trainer, a dietitian and a personal chef for nothing. His body wasn’t just muscular, it was toned and shaped to be what everyone would find conventionally attractive. And it was definitely having the desired effect on Christian.

“Holy shit,” Christian breathed. “How am I supposed to take my clothes off in front of you when you fucking look like… that.”

Jonah grinned. “If you’re having trouble, I’m sure I could help take them off.” In fact, now that he’d said it, he found himself wanting nothing more than to do just that. He wanted to unclothe Christian piece by piece, unwrapping him like a present. “Come here.”

Christian crossed the room slowly, the bottle of lube in his hand. When he reached the bed, he set the bottle on the nightstand, along with a couple of foil condom wrappers he’d pulled from his pocket. Like Jonah after his shower, Christian had dressed for comfort, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. All the better for taking off.

Sitting up, he faced Christian and pulled him into the space between his thighs. His hands skimmed up under the t-shirt, fingers brushing against warm skin, slightly raised in places from goosebumps. Christian raised his arms and Jonah lifted the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. He leaned forward, kissing along the newly-exposed skin and smiling as Christian hummed his approval.

He made short work of the sweat pants, tugging them down past Christian’s ass and letting gravity do the rest of the work. His breath hitched as he caught sight of Christian’s body, and he realized that he was seeing him like this for the first time since they were teenagers. Christian had filled out over the years. While his muscles weren’t perfectly-defined the way Jonah’s were, he had a gorgeous body, and Jonah’s mouth watered with the desire to taste every inch of it.

“Join me,” he said, his voice raspy.

As soon as Christian climbed on the bed, Jonah maneuvered him onto his back. Christian went willingly, his legs parting almost instantly. Jonah took advantage of that, sinking in between them, and it felt right. Like this was where he was meant to be.

“How is it best for you?” he asked.

Christian leaned up to kiss him, running his hands along Jonah’s back. “Just like this is fine. I want to see you.”

That was what Jonah had hoped he would say, but he hadn’t wanted to push. As much as he wanted to fuck Christian, there were some matters Christian would have to take the lead on.

He rolled his hips experimentally, their clothed cocks brushing against one another. Pleasure rippled through his limbs, so he did it again, the familiar stir of arousal building inside of him. Sliding a hand in between them, he cupped Christian through his underwear, drawing a gasp from him that made Jonah grin.

“You like that?”

“God, yeah,” Christian said with a nod.

Jonah continued teasing Christian’s cock as he kissed down his neck and across his collar bones. Christian’s nipples had hardened into tight buds, and Jonah took one in his mouth, sliding the flat of his tongue across it.

“Jesus,” Christian gasped, and Jonah chuckled.

“Who knew you were so religious,” he said, pulling off.

“Oh, fuck you.”

Jonah tisked. “I think you’ll find it’s the other way around tonight.”

“It better be.”

Lowering his head, he pulled the other nipple between his teeth, showering it with just as much attention before moving even lower, nibbling Christian’s ribcage, dipping his tongue in his bellybutton, and nuzzling the soft hair leading down to his waistband. Rather than pulling Christian’s underwear down, he mouthed along the shaft through the cloth, licking at the wet spot that had started to form. Christian whimpered, and Jonah did it again, before finally easing the last remaining barrier down Christian’s thighs. He rid himself of his own briefs, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

“Fuck, I want you,” he breathed.

Christian stared up at him. “Then take me.”

He spread his legs wider as Jonah grabbed the lube from the nightstand. A brief Google search had given him the basics for how to make it pleasurable for Christian, but much like giving a blowjob, he needed to practice it firsthand to really get the hang of it. Uncapping the bottle, he coated his fingers as Christian grabbed the backs of his thighs, exposing himself for Jonah.

There was no reason to be nervous, and yet, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. No matter what happened, there was no going back after this. But then again, there had been no going back after last night, if he were being honest.

Christian seemed to sense his hesitance, because he reached out and placed his hand on Jonah’s forearm. “You’re going to be fine,” he said gently. “Just take it slow. No jabbing. I promise I won’t break.”

He leaned up and wrapped his arm around Jonah, drawing him in for another kiss. There was no urgency to it, though they were both hard and ready. Somehow it was exactly what he needed. His nerves stilled and he reached between them to slide a finger down the cleft of Christian’s ass.

“There you go,” Christian encouraged against Jonah’s lips. “Just like that.”

Circling Christian’s hole, he felt him relax and then his finger was inside. There was little resistance, and from the sounds Christian was making, no pain. He moved with more confidence, feeling Christian clench around him and imagining just how good that was going to feel around his cock. Fuck, he couldn’t wait.

After a few minutes, he added a second finger, probing deeper and inside Christian with his fingertips. He curled his fingers and Christian let out a cry of pleasure, his heels digging into the mattress as he arched off the bed.

“Good?” he asked with a grin.

“Really fucking good. Do it again.”

Jonah did, brushing against the spot with his middle finger until Christian was practically writhing on the bed. The sounds he was making only fueled Jonah’s arousal, and he found himself rutting against the bed in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Need you inside me,” Christian said, reaching for him.

He definitely wasn’t going to say no to that. Pulling his fingers free, he grabbed the condom and tore it open, rolling it down his shaft as he linked his fingers with Christian’s. Lining up, he pushed all the way in, in one hot, perfect slide. Christian was tight around him, his muscles clenching around Jonah so pleasurably he had to stop and breathe before moving.

Rolling his hips, he dropped his forehead down to Christian’s chest, his back bowed as he thrust. Gripping Christian’s thigh, he pushed it back, and the deeper angle left him gasping.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he tried not to come yet.

The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Christian surrounded him like a glove, the softest, hottest glove he’d ever worn. His hole clenched around Jonah’s cock, sending waves of pleasure down his spine and through his veins. He moved in deliberate, deep strokes, his thighs and ass clenching as he thrust.

Christian reached a hand in between them to stroke himself, but Jonah knocked it away. “No,” he said firmly, then paused, his hips stuttering. Why the fuck had he said that?

To his surprise, though, Christian let his hand drop, his eyes going dark and glassy. Well then. It seemed they were both into it. Taking both of Christian’s wrist in one hand, he pinned them over Christian’s head, against the pillow, then leaned down to capture Christian’s lips.

He plunged his tongue into Christian’s mouth as he thrust, licking and sucking and tasting. His movements were almost frantic, any semblance of rhythm gone as he pounded into Christian, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. It wouldn’t be long until he came, and judging from the precum smearing between their bellies, Christian was in the same boat. At least he could make the last few moments absolutely mind-blowing.

Shifting his hips, he adjusted his position so each movement of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside Christian. Beneath him, Christian sobbed in pleasure, rising off the bed to meet Jonah thrust for thrust. Pressure built in his balls and his thighs tensed as he snapped his hips. He gritted his teeth together and his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm slammed into him like a tsunami. He was struck by the force of it, unable to breathe as wave after wave hit him. All he could do was hold onto Christian and ride it out.

There was still Christian to tend to, so rather than bask in the afterglow, Jonah wrapped a hand around Christian’s cock. He didn’t tease this time. There were no light touches, no slow strokes. Instead, he stroked purposefully, his hand slick with the precum that Christian was leaking. Christian didn’t last long. It took maybe a dozen good strokes before his muscles tensed and he cried out, spurt after spurt landing on his abdomen all the way up to his chest. Jonah worked him through it, murmuring gentle words of praise before finally releasing his wrists.

He reached for a tissue, wiping his hand and as much of the mess on Christian’s skin as he could, but Christian brushed his hand away.

“Leave it,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. “We can shower later.”

Jonah nodded and pulled off the condom, dropping it in the nearby trash can before climbing under the covers and pulling Christian with him. Rather than facing him, Christian turned away and pressed back against Jonah, who wrapped his arm around his waist. Letting out a slow sigh, he buried his face into Christian’s hair and allowed his mind to go blissfully blank as sleep overtook him.