“I think I gotta move,” Brian said.
“You do you, sweetheart. Anything you want.”
“Hold me.” He put his hands over Andrew’s and held them to his hips, then slowly rolled them.
“Yes.” Andrew’s arch was involuntary, the spike of ecstasy sizzling through him from groin to throat.
Over him Brian groaned and panted, then repeated the move. “Andrew, Andrew. You feel so fucking good. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Because it wouldn’t have felt this good then.” Andrew propped himself up on one elbow and hooked a hand around the back of Brian’s neck, bringing them together for a kiss. The change in positions sent new waves of pleasure through him, adding to the pure bliss of kissing this amazing man. “Love you, so much. Thank you for being with me like this.”
Brian whimpered and pressed into his mouth harder, deeper. “Only you, Andrew. Only ever you.”
They kissed and kissed and then Brian pulled away. “Andrew?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I need you to take over. It’s so . . . it’s almost too much. Can you . . .?”
Andrew could have come right then, but he forced it away. “Sure. Stay right there.” He pulled his legs up, knees bent and feet braced. Brian made little whining noises and planted his hands on the mattress on either side of his head. Andrew put his hands back on Brian’s hips and thrust.
“Oh god.” Brian’s whole body shuddered.
Andrew did it again, and again, fascinated with the response he got from Brian. The way his spine curled and his head tossed back, exposing his throat. His dick was firm again, leaking onto Andrew’s belly. One hand still on Brian’s hip, holding him steady, Andrew touched him with the other. That arched neck, the straining shoulders, his peaked nipples. He ran his palm over Brian’s belly and down to grip his cock.
“Oh shit, Andrew.” Brian’s head dropped forwards, shoulders hunching as if he was curling in around the centre of his rapture. Pleasure seemed to take over his body and he started moving on Andrew, rolling his groin and, finding the angle he needed, worked it hard.
The dick in Andrew’s hand jumped and pulsed. A clear stream of precum ran from his slit and over Andrew’s skin, hot and erotic. The muscles around his cock clenched even tighter, sending lightning through him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brian groaned. Suddenly he sagged. “Your turn again.”
Andrew moaned and thrust a couple of times, but he wanted more. He grabbed Brian’s hips and held them fast to his groin, then rolled them both over. Brian yelped and flailed, but his legs wound around Andrew’s waist, hands grasping at his shoulders. When they were still, he stared up at Andrew in surprise, then sighed and melted under him.
“This is what I want,” he whispered.
Leaning in, Andrew kissed him softly. “Anything you want.” Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip was inside, then thrust back in, fast but steady so he didn’t hurt Brian.
“Yes, more.” Brian met his gaze. “Just like that.”
Unable to deny him anything, Andrew fucked. It wasn’t long before they were both losing control. Brian’s hands moved over him, spread across his back or gripping his arse, reaching down between them to feel Andrew moving in and out, then fist his dick. He quivered and begged, chasing Andrew’s mouth with his own.
Andrew’s orgasm was charging up on him, coiling in his ball, drawing it up tight to his shaft. Brian felt tighter and deeper, coaxing him into letting go. It was hopeless to hold on any longer, so he pounded into Brian fast and within moments was coming in a blinding rush.
Brian stared up at him in surprise, cupping his face and watching as Andrew emptied himself into the condom. Gently lowering himself onto Brian’s chest, Andrew struggled for air, really only aware of the hands stroking up and down his back. He was hot and shivery, coated in sweat, and riding on cloud fucking nine.
“Hey, beautiful,” Brian murmured. “You’re a bit heavy.”
“Shit, sorry.” Andrew reached down, gripped the condom and pulled out slowly. Brian hissed, then sighed when it was done. Rolling over, Andrew carefully removed the latex, knotted it and dropped it on the bedside table. He was too wrecked to get it to a bin just then.
Brian was staring up at the ceiling, breathing slow and deep, not having moved at all.
“You okay?” Andrew stroked his arm.
“Just taking stock.” He wiggled a bit. “Ooh. I’m going to feel that for a while. In a good way.”
Andrew let out a relieved breath. “That’s good. Wait, you didn’t come.”
Lifting his head, Brian looked down his body. “So I didn’t. I didn’t even realise.”
Energised, Andrew moved onto his side and ran finger along the length of Brian’s dick. “Want me to take care of this?”
“Always.”
Andrew slid down and took him into his mouth again. Brian didn’t move much but it only took a minute of lapping at his wet slit and sucking deeply to get him over the edge.
While Brian was caught in the afterglow, Andrew gently inspected him, assured himself nothing was damaged, then cleaned them both up. Afterwards, Brian snuggled into his arms and drowsily thanked him with kisses and words, then dropped off to sleep. Andrew watched him, marvelling that they were here, like this. So many things had been stacked against them, but they’d got through them together. They would get through anything thrown at them.
“I love you,” he whispered again, then buried his face in Brian’s hair and went to sleep.
He was woken up by a “thank you” blowjob, followed by Brian moaning about aching and not thinking he could possibly get out of bed all day. Andrew made him breakfast and brought it to him in bed. Archy followed and wormed his way under the sheets since neither of them were wearing a shirt he could crawl into.
“You really okay?” Andrew asked, feeding him a slice of bacon. Brian deserved a naughty breakfast.
“Bit sore but good.” His cheeks pinked up adorably. “I really liked it and want to do it again. Not yet, but when I’m ready.”
“Don’t rush. We’re mega good at the other stuff remember.”
The rest of the day passed quietly. Andrew got Brian out of bed, showered and dressed for dinner downstairs and they were teeing up the first Thor movie—Brian had to watch them all in order, no skipping straight to Ragnarok—when James messaged Andrew.
‘BBQ at the Spit tomorrow. Please come. 12. Bring nothing.’
A moment later, Carly sent Brian the same one.
“I think we should go.” Andrew tickled his fingers across the back of Brian’s neck.
Brian sighed and leaned back, trapping his hand. “You can go. I can’t sit on those hard benches yet.”
“You’ll be fine. You know they’re sorry for what happened. Come on. Bachelor party next weekend. Consider this training for then.”
“Ugh. Next thing you’ll be withholding sex until I say yes.”
Andrew licked his ear. “No. But I was thinking I would tell them about me tomorrow.”
Rolling his eyes, Brian muttered, “That’s blackmail of a different sort. You know I’ll be with you for that.”