Letting out a breath, Brian scooted back to where he had been. “Okay. Yes. Theory lessons would be good.” His cheeks were heating up though. He had no issues with Andrew and sex, but knowing other people knew about it was a bit embarrassing.
“It’s okay you know. We all have to learn everything somehow, be it gay sex, het sex, or how to draw blood. It’s all a process. Some are much more fun than others, though.”
“Have you had het sex? Oh shit, don’t answer that. I’m awful and rude.”
“It’s fine. I have. It was okay, but not for me. So you’re awesome at handies and you’re trying BJs. Here’s my first bit of advice. Don’t try to deep throat too early. You have to train for that shit. Took me years and only on small to medium dicks. What size are you working with?”
Please God, don’t let Andrew ever hear of this.
Brian held his hands up.
“Decent for a learner dick.”
“Hey, it’s a keeper dick.”
Sean made the universal hands-off gesture. “I’m sure it is. Okay, here’s some BJ basics.”
For the next fifteen minutes Brian wished he had a notebook and pen. He felt like he was in classes again, trying desperately to keep up with everything the lecturer was saying.
“So really,” Sean wound up with, “anything that feels good. You know what you like done to you, so try it out on him, watch and feel how he reacts and adjust accordingly.”
“And avoid teeth.”
“Yes. Do. Sure, some guys like a little bit of nibbling, but that’s an advanced class. You need some field training before you get to that one.”
Even though they were in the shade, Brian was hoping it was just really fast acting sunburn heating his cheeks, but from the way Sean was smirking, it wasn’t so.
“And here’s another good thing to remember.” Sean leaned in and his tone got soft and serious. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is supposed to feel good so don’t hesitate to talk about it with him, so you know what each of you wants and likes and dislikes. It’s better to know to avoid something before you get between the sheets rather than right in the middle of things.”
“Okay. I can do that.” He squinted into the sun for a moment, then blurted out, “What about anal?”
“What about it?”
“Like, ah, doing it.”
Sean frowned. “You haven’t even given him a blowjob and you want to know about anal intercourse?”
“Well, yeah. I know I like . . . some stuff happening down there. Pretty sure I’m going to like . . . other stuff happening down there.”
The other man got that cheek-pinching look again. “How long have you been in this relationship?”
Brian was pretty sure “all my life” would take too long to explain, so he muttered, “Today’s day three.”
“Ooookay.” Sean took a long drink. “I’m going to have to get back to work, so we simply cannot cover everything about butt sex now, but here’s my key bit of advice to you. Don’t.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because, ladybug, it’s a big step. Physically and emotionally. Your first time shouldn’t be rushed into.” He frowned and fiddled with his coffee cup. “If you do, you invariably end up hurt. Again, physically and emotionally. You have to be certain it’s something you want to do, for yourself and not just for him. And he has to know it’s your first time, too, and know how to prep you. It’s not as easy as sucking a dick.”
Brian looked down at his own, mostly untouched, drink. Sean sounded like he was speaking from experience and even though Brian didn’t know him extremely well, he hurt for Sean.
“Thank you,” Brian said honestly. “I’m very grateful you took the time to talk to me. I think I have a much better idea of what we’re getting into now.”
Sean smiled, though his eyes didn’t spark as much as they had at the start. “I’m glad. And I’m very willing to answer any more questions. The more we can and do talk about this sort of stuff, the better it will be for people just learning. It’s not like we’re trying to keep the secret of seven herbs and spices, right?”
Brian rolled his eyes and whined, “Now there’s spices involved?”
Laughing, Sean shoved him playfully. “I really have to go.” He stood and brushed off his arse. “You might want to think about watching some gay porn with your guy, too. Not the professional stuff because, well, professional, right? They spend way too much time changing positions and half of them only have dollar signs in their eyes, not lust or love. Look for the amateur stuff. Bit more realistic and the chemistry.” He chef-kissed. “Here, give me your email address and I’ll send you some links.”
Getting links to gay porn certainly wasn’t how Brian had thought he would end his workday, but they exchanged emails and Sean went back to work. Brian sat under the tree for a bit longer, digesting and drinking his cold coffee.
Sean was undoubtedly right. Rushing into anal would be stupid, even if yesterday while they’d been grinding on each other, the idea of Andrew’s cock inside him had been hot and insistent. Some research was probably ideal, as was waiting. Brian was pretty sure he would be happy to keep sexing with Andrew indefinitely, but what if Andrew changed his mind? His speech about why he loved Brian had been very convincing, but then Simone had said “I love you” and managed to walk away from him. Lena hadn’t said it, but she’d acted like it, then dropped him for someone else.
Love didn’t guarantee anything.
Maybe Brian was walking into the same trap all over again. Great sex and a glimmer of forever. It felt different with Andrew, though. Maybe that was just the novelty of the sex. Or maybe it was different this time.
With a frustrated groan, Brian got up and went to his car. At home, he grabbed a few things, gave Schrody a snack, then headed down to Palm Beach.
The construction crew were heading out for the day when he pulled up across the road from the build site. Brian had dropped Andrew off or picked him up a couple of times early in the job, when the place had been a slab of cement, a few pipes sticking up here and there and a very skeletal, ground floor framework. Now, there were three storeys of unfinished walls, a complicated landscape of peaks and slopes for the roof and the ground floor windows were in. It was suddenly a house. And Andrew had helped create it. As much as Brian might wish Andrew would go back to his dream of architecture, this wasn’t a poor substitute.
As he got out of the Jag, Terri peeled away from the exiting stream of crew and met him at the car.
“Long time, no see.” She gave him a quick hug, excusing herself for being stinky. “Does this mean I don’t have to see Drew’s stupidly grinning face on the drive home today?”
“Guess not. What do you mean, stupidly grinning face?”
Terri laughed. “I don’t know what’s got into him this week but I’ve never seen him so happy.” She nudged him and winked. “Though I wonder if it’s got anything to do with a certain someone.”
Apparently Brian hadn’t used up all his blush with Sean. Had Andrew told Terri about them? Brian didn’t know her all that well but he was fairly certain she wouldn’t care about them being together, though telling people was something they should talk about first, right?