“It’s okay, I guess.” Jeremy couldn’t keep a straight face. He ran his calves over Max’s, eager for friction. Under the duvet they were warm in their own little world, and Jeremy couldn’t stop the words. “I want you to fuck me.”
Max kissed him, groaning into his mouth before pulling back. “You want my cock inside you? Have you thought about it?”
Jeremy wasn’t sure if he meant being fucked or his cock in particular. “Want you. Always wanted to be fucked. Now I trust you.”
Pressing kisses to Jeremy’s face, Max whispered, “Thank you.” He eased back and met Jeremy’s gaze. “Have you watched much porn?”
“Yeah. Especially since I came to school. When I was younger, I had to be really careful. But my mom’s always read these romance novels. You know the big thick ones with, like, a shirtless pirate clutching a woman with big boobs? I’d sneak them when she was done. Fantasize about that. Being…” He swallowed hard. “Taken.”
He swore Max’s eyes gleamed dark with lust in the moonlight, a breath shuddering through him visibly. Max rolled his hard cock against Jeremy’s. “You want to be ravished, hmm?”
Jeremy’s silent laugh shook him, and Max grinned. Max kissed him playfully but deeply, his tongue commanding. Jeremy moaned into his mouth.
When Max broke the kiss, they both gasped in a breath. Max whispered against Jeremy’s ear with another hot gust. “I want to fuck you so bad, but not here. Not when I can’t hear you. But we can still explore. Okay?”
Jeremy nodded. “Will you…” He hoped Max couldn’t see his blush.
“What, baby?” Max kissed his hot cheek. “You can say anything. Don’t be afraid.”
He cleared his dry throat. “Will you touch my ass?”
“Hell yes. You want to roll over for me? Let me see you.”
Heart thumping, Jeremy stretched out on his stomach, propping his chin on his hands so his glasses weren’t smooshed into the pillow. Chilly air raised goosebumps over his bare body as Max partly pulled back the duvet. He expected Max to touch him immediately, but the seconds ticked by, and when he glanced over his shoulder, Max was taking a long, slow look. Being examined was nerve-wracking and embarrassing, yet thrilling.
Max whistled softly, finally smoothing a hand over Jeremy’s ass. “What a view.” His touch was light as he explored, tracing his fingertips over the globes of Jeremy’s butt and teasing his crack. Shivering, Jeremy wriggled, encouraging more pressure. He bit his lip as Max spread him open.
He realized the soft, wet noises were Max spitting into the crease of his ass, the light splats warm. Jeremy’s hard cock was trapped against the mattress, and he was just about to squeeze his hand underneath when Max licked a long, firm stripe along the crease of his ass.
The cry was way, way too loud.
Jeremy gasped as it escaped his lips, and before he could apologize, Max’s hand clapped over his mouth, his weight on Jeremy’s back. They stayed like that for almost a minute, and Jeremy could feel Max’s heart against him.
Silence.
No creaks of wood from the hallway, no curious or concerned footsteps or soft knocks or murmured questions.
Breath tickling Jeremy’s ear, Max released his hand. “My bad. Should have warned you I’m going to eat your ass.”
“Oh my God,” Jeremy breathed. So many fantasies coming to life. “I’ve always wanted that.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Remember when you were teaching me about sexting? That’s my answer. For the dirtiest thing I’ve imagined doing.” He laughed awkwardly. “Probably really tame, I know.”
“Not at all. Some people definitely are freaked out by it, which is totally fine. But you’re into it? Want me to lick your ass?” Max kissed the back of Jeremy’s neck. “You had a shower before bed, right?” He circled Jeremy’s hole with a fingertip.
“Uh-huh!”
Taking his time, Max kissed down Jeremy’s spine. When Jeremy had first seen rimming in porn, he’d gone from thinking it was kind of gross to getting hard from it instantly. Feeling Max spread his cheeks, warm breath on his hole, and then the wet, textured stroke of his tongue right there was incredible.
He wasn’t going to be able to stay quiet.
Jeremy’s dick was painfully hard. He whimpered and squirmed, the sensations of Max’s wet, powerful tongue teasing him too much to take. His chest was tight, teeth digging into his lower lip. He reached down and tugged Max’s left hand up to his mouth.
Max’s chuckle against his ass was warm. “You need help not being loud, hmm?”
Jeremy nodded, sighing in relief as Max moved up and covered his mouth with his palm. On his belly, legs spread with Max on top of him, Jeremy felt pinned in the most amazing way. He’d never expected being held down to feel so good, but it so did. They were breaking the rules, and Jeremy had to be quiet, the forbidden aspect exciting him just as much as the sensation of Max’s tongue had been.
Max eased him over so he could muffle Jeremy’s moans with one hand while he went to town on his ass. Jeremy clutched at Max’s arm, his knees up and hole exposed. Max drew back, and Jeremy could have screamed but whimpered against Max’s damp palm instead.
“I know.” Max slid his right middle finger into Jeremy’s mouth. “Get it good and wet.” Jeremy sucked Max’s finger like it was his cock, and Max breathed deeply, fighting a smile. “You’re a fast learner.” He pulled his hand free and secured the duvet back over them with a rush of warmth.
“This’ll be better with lube,” Max murmured, “But it’s too cold out there to get it.”
With Max deliciously on top of him again, Jeremy clutched him. “Don’t go anywhere. I can take it.”
It was only a finger, and Jeremy had fingered himself before. But this was different. This was another man. Max. Jeremy was naked, his legs were open, and he was being penetrated. This was another person pressing inside him. This was Max.
In the midnight hush, their eyes were locked. Their ragged breath filled the night, soft enough no one else would hear, but all-encompassing in their secret, private world under the duvet.
Even with everything they’d done before, Jeremy had never felt intimacy like this. Max looked into his eyes, slowly rubbing his finger inside, all his attention fixed on him like Jeremy was the only thing that mattered.
“Imagine what’ll it be like when it’s my cock.” Max’s whisper was barely audible.
Jeremy’s breath caught—he could imagine it vividly. It would be huge in comparison, and it would undoubtedly hurt no matter how much lube they used. He would feel like he was being split open, like it would never fit, while at the same time he would feel complete and perfect and right.
Max’s brows met, and his finger stopped moving. “Does it hurt too much?”
“No!” Jeremy whispered, reaching down to grasp Max’s wrist. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“But you look like you’re going to cry.”
“I’m just happy. Sorry.”
A little smile tugged at Max’s full lips. He kissed Jeremy tenderly and crooked his finger, rubbing against the perfect spot. Jeremy gasped, his dick twitching. He let go of Max’s wrist, running his hands up over his bare, broad shoulders.