“I think I’ll be okay being your learning dummy.” Brian followed him, but stayed on the other side of the counter, one hand disappearing under it to, by the way he shifted, adjust his dick.
Andrew laughed. “I hope you’d be a bit more responsive than a plastic dummy.”
“I could probably sneak one of them home for you to practice on if you want.”
“Don’t want.”
Brian’s “Good,” was soft but vehement and a thrill went through Andrew’s chest.
“Did you want a salad as well?” Andrew asked.
“No. Just the spaghetti.”
“You’re going to have to eat a vegetable soon, you know.”
“There’s corn in the spaghetti.”
Vowing to get something better for them tomorrow, Andrew pulled the dish out of the oven and served up a couple of bowls of cheesy chicken and spaghetti. With fresh drinks of juice, they settled onto the couch to eat. Archy reappeared, drawn by the smell and wormed his way in between them to maximise his pleading power. He appeared confused about why his humans were suddenly sitting so close together.
“How are we going to explain this to Schrody?” Brian mused.
“He’s a smart cat. I’m sure he’ll work it out.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t even know his own name.”
“I think he does. He just ignores them all equally.”
They ate dinner and fed Archy little bits of tomatoey chicken, letting him lick the sauce off their fingers, then clean out their bowls for them. Done, he jumped down, got up on the windowsill behind the blinds and cleaned his whiskers. Brian took the bowls to the kitchen, filled the sink with hot soapy water and let the dishes soak, then came back and, after a moment’s hesitation, got back on Andrew’s lap.
“I like this.” Andrew ran his hands up Brian’s back.
“Seems the easiest way to do this.” Brian kissed him, little pecks on his lips, then along his jaw. His tongue snaked out and lapped at his earlobe and Andrew groaned, tipping his head to better accommodate this new awesomeness.
“Ugh.” Brian pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “Hickey.”
Andrew’s hands held him tighter on reflex, not wanting him to go away. “Is it that bad?”
“It’s not exactly A, flattering for you, or two, arousing for me.”
“Fair. How about . . .?” Andrew wrapped his hand around the back of Brian’s neck, tilted his head, and sucked his earlobe into his mouth.
Brian flailed, letting out a wild groan. “Oh god. Warn a guy first.” But he turned slightly so Andrew’s neck wasn’t twisted.
“Want me to stop?” Andrew lapped behind his ear, getting a whimper out of him.
“No.” It was small and pitiful but the way Brian squirmed on him was a firmer answer.
Andrew swapped to the other side and Brian’s whole body shook. Before he could shake right off Andrew’s lap, Andrew let his ear go and kissed his mouth again. Brian was soft and pliant, most of the fight gone out of him, and he melted. The weight sank Andrew into the couch cushions and he loved it. He’d never felt like this with anyone else, glorying in the feel of the straight lines of Brian’s torso, the size and heft of him. And shit, the sensation of a cock that wasn’t his own pressing into his belly. No doubt about it. He was bi and very happy about it.
Brian lazily lipped his way from Andrew’s mouth, across his jaw and cheeks and forehead, then down his neck—opposite to the hickey—and licked from one collarbone to the other.
“The shirt has to go,” he muttered and sat back, trying to wrestle it off Andrew.
“Yours too.” Andrew sat forward and held his arms up for Brian to get his shirt off, then did the same to him.
He’d seen Brian naked before. It was sort of unavoidable when they lived together and had played sport together for years. This was different however. Now he could look his fill and let himself react however his body wanted to. Brian sat back on his thighs and watched Andrew look at him. Arms by his sides, he stilled and waited. He wasn’t as tanned as Andrew, working indoors and being sun smart whenever they went to the beach. Nor as toned, but far from unfit. Broad shoulders, defined pecs dusted with dark hair and dusky nipples. Lean ribs and hip bones that just poked out above the waistband of his shorts.
Andrew touched him, lightly, reverently, tracing his contours, palming his curves and gripping his hips with an almost painful need. Someone moaned and he was shocked to realise it was him.
“Is it okay?” Brian asked softly.
Nodding was all Andrew had left in his repertoire, his mouth suddenly dry and throat clogged with lust. He leaned in and kissed his shoulder, then the other one, holding him gently, almost afraid this was just a dream and Brian would disappear if he held on too hard. Andrew worshiped his neck and shoulders, then nuzzled into his chest and breathed in deep, before turning to press his lips to a pebbled nipple.
“Oh fuck.” Brian arched into his mouth, head dropping back, grabbing Andrew’s shoulders for support.
“You’re so beautiful,” Andrew babbled between licks and sucks. “So hot and sexy.”
Brian chuckled breathlessly. “Say it when I’m not sitting on your dick and I might believe it.”
Andrew snorted and held him closer. “Can you be serious?”
“Tried that and you said I was confusing. This seems to be working better.”
He wasn’t wrong, so Andrew shifted focus to the other nipple and determined to make Brian as incoherent as he was. It didn’t take a lot and had a double effect of making him writhe so much Andrew was in danger of coming in his pants.
“Stop.” He gripped Brian’s hips and held him still. “I’m gonna come like that.”
Brian’s eyes widened. “Really?” He sounded eager.
“Mm hm.” Andrew squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on holding his orgasm back. It was hard. He hadn’t come in longer than he’d gone without an erection. It felt like his ball was holding enough for two.
“Isn’t that the aim of all this?” Brian asked.
“Not so fast.”
Brian lifted Andrew’s face and kissed him thoroughly and deeply. “We’re young. I’m sure we both have more than one shot in us per day.”
“What if I don’t?” It was out before Andrew could stop it. He buried his face in Brian’s chest rather than see the pity or annoyance his fear caused.
It wasn’t either of those things. It was laughter. Both gentle and teasing.
“Dude. Number of testicles has no impact on your refractory period. All that might happen is you don’t have as much jizz as you used to. Didn’t you read the information the doctor gave you?”
“I did and it was full of words like ‘normally,’ and ‘in most cases.’” He air quoted. “Those aren’t very comforting words.” Andrew wrinkled his nose. “I hope you don’t use words like ‘jizz’ when you’re being a proper doctor.”
With a frustrated groan, Brian said, “You may experience a slight loss in volume of semen, however, your virility should not be affected. Better?”
“I don’t know.”