“Because you’re going to bang me like a nail?”
That was it. Andrew could barely stand he was laughing so hard. Brian clung on like a barnacle and they dropped onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs.
“About the banging thing,” Brian said breathlessly when they’d sorted things out a bit. “I’m not saying let’s do that right now. I think we should wait.”
Andrew struggled to sit up straight. “Bang?”
“Yeah. You know, dick in bum bang.”
Biting his lips to keep from laughing again, Andrew nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. And are you sure you went through medical school? Or did you just read the wall in the boys’ toilet?”
Brian punched his arm and wriggled free until he could roll over and fetch his phone from his back pocket.
Andrew stared at the arse on display, nicely defined by the way Brian’s black dress pants fell around his cheeks, and thought about dick in bum banging. His cock, already on high alert for duty, thickened at the idea. He’d thought about it, mostly while Brian’s dick had been in his mouth the day before. Brian had been spread out for him, so inviting and willing and the way he’d been grinding on Andrew’s cock had flipped a switch in his head from low to high. It had given him the drive and courage to give him a blowjob and to desire more.
“Here we go,” Brian muttered, still on his belly and hanging over the side of the couch, flicking through his phone. “I was talking with a collector at work today while he was taking my blood and, well, he’s gay. At least he’s engaged to his boyfriend, so gay or bi or pan. We didn’t get into that. Anyway, he suggested we watch some gay porn.”
Andrew gaped. “We? You told him about us?”
“In vague terms. I was doing research and he needed to know there was someone else in the picture otherwise it would have just been creepy.”
Unsure if he should be upset or amused, Andrew asked, “Research?”
Brian’s cheeks pinked up again. “Yeah. I wanted the first time I blew you to be good.”
“Does that mean I wasn’t good?”
“No!” Brian was up and on him in a flash, kissing his cheeks and nose and chin. “You were so good. You don’t need any lessons. But I was feeling a bit worried about not living up to your standards, so I got advice.” He sat back on his heels and frowned. “Was that okay?”
One thing Andrew, or anyone, had never been able to do was convince Brian he was more than intelligent enough for his chosen profession. No matter his exam results or overall grades, or the praise he got from his lecturers and mentors, he constantly believed he was about to crash and burn. His anxiety was always off the charts during exam periods and he’d been a bundle of nerves leading into each of his rotations.
Andrew cupped Brian’s face and kissed him, soft and sweet. “Whatever you need to feel good about this. I’m sure you would have been awesome without, but this will be better because you feel better about it.”
Brian sighed and leaned his forehead on Andrew’s. “I just don’t want to mess this up. Because it’s you.”
That needed another kiss, and another, and then Andrew was on his back, Brian on top, and clothes were vanishing. Andrew tried to touch every part of Brian he could, needing to memorise and imprint it all on his brain so he wouldn’t forget a single moment.
Then Brian was sliding down, licking and stroking and muttering about how hot Andrew’s body was as he went. His tongue delved into the grooves of the V of muscle pointing towards his cock and Andrew bucked at the heat it sent rolling through him. Brian’s hands roamed across his chest, playing with his nipples and tracing his abdominal ridges, his fingers walking up and down his ribs. He lapped at Andrew’s pleasure trail, humming as he did so and Andrew was breathless with anticipation, more than happy with the current state of affairs. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he gripped the back of the couch with one and pressed his other fist to his mouth, to keep from babbling Brian’s name and shouting how good he felt.
All of his efforts failed when Brian curled a hand around his hard cock, lifted it off his belly and kissed the tip.
“Oh shit. Yes. Fuck. Please. Yes.”
Brian’s tongue laved the head of his cock, his fist gently pumping the base of the shaft. His lessons had certainly paid off because the sensations building in Andrew’s dick and ball were all heat and pleasure and increasing eagerness. The first press of Brian’s lips around him made him catch his breath and hold it, wanting nothing, not even breathing, to impinge on his first experience of this.
Brian’s mouth was hot and wet, his lips a firm pressure around Andrew. He went slowly, swirling his tongue and when he was too far for that, pressed it to the underside of Andrew’s cock and slid down until he met the top of his fist. Said fist was still shuttling up and down the lower part of his dick and between it and Brian’s mouth, Andrew felt fully encased, enveloped by this man he loved.
Brian sucked back, making a low moaning noise as he popped off the end. “That’s intense.”
Andrew barely managed a chuckle. “You’re telling me.”
“Is it okay?”
“Yah huh. More, please?”
Wet lips curled up into a shy smile. “Only because you’re good. And I’m really liking this.”
He stepped it up, pumping and sucking, flicking the tip of his tongue across Andrew’s leaking slit every other head bob. Andrew’s hand ended up on Brian’s head, just to feel the motion in a different way, to ground him before he flew off in a million different directions. But even that didn’t work for long and soon he was panting and shifting involuntarily.
“Gonna come. Fuck. Oh fuck. Now.”
His back arched and he thrust his cock up further as his orgasm shot load after load. Vaguely he heard Brian encouraging him, felt his hand pumping him like a piston. Milked and wrung out, Andrew dropped back to the couch and let out a long, slow groan. Intense ripples of excitement still rolled through him. When he could focus, Brian was still stroking his cock, watching intently.
“Tell me when it gets too sensitive and I’ll stop.”
There were splatters of come on Brian’s chest as well as on Andrew’s. Brian must have got his mouth off in time. His palm brushed the head of his softening cock and Andrew hissed at the sharp sensation.
“That sounds like it.” Brian let him go and leaned over him, propped up on his hands and knees. “Do I get a passing grade?”
Andrew pulled him down for a kiss. “Top of the class.”
“How about this one?” Troy asked, twirling around. He had on a white tux with tails, a powder blue button down, and a top hat, which he tipped off his head, rolled down his arm and caught by the brim. “Tada!”
“Bravo!” Brian clapped. “Now make a rabbit appear out of it.”
James snorted. “Elle would kill me. I have a very specific set of parameters we have to keep to. White tails and top hats aren’t on the list.”
“What does that woman know of fashion?” Troy demanded pompously.
“More than you,” Andrew muttered as he came out of a dressing room. He held his arms up. “Pass muster?”