“See something you like?” Sean asks, voice husky.
Mike wants to laugh at him for being so corny, but he doesn’t, because he can hear the barely there tremor to Sean’s words, the way his eyes dart to the side before flitting back to Mike.
He’s nervous. It’s okay, Mike is too, but Sean’s nervous. Mike opens his mouth to ask again if Sean is sure about this, but Sean narrows his eyes like he knows what Mike’s about to say. “I do,” Mike says instead. “I see a lot of things I like.”
Sean breathes out slowly, like he was worried about the answer. “Good. That’s real good. Mike, I need this. From you.”
Mike knows that, because he needs it too. Instead of saying anything and running the risk of the words getting tangled on his tongue, he uses his knee to knock Sean’s legs apart. Sean goes willingly, pupils dilating. There’s a strip of skin where his shirt has risen up, a little trail of hair that disappears into the top of his jeans. Mike bends over, putting one hand flat against the bed on one side of Sean. He takes his other hand and hovers it briefly over that strip of skin before he slides his fingers under Sean’s shirt and presses down.
Sean’s stomach is trembling under Mike’s hand, but he’s warm. Mike’s fingers run over the skin of his stomach, rucking his shirt up until it’s up around his chest. He likes the contrast of his skin against Sean’s. They’re both pale, but Sean’s skin more so than his, and he looks almost delicate under Mike’s hand, like he’s something that needs to be handled with care.
Sean looks a little dazed as he props himself back up on his elbows, looking down, watching Mike’s hand. Mike’s fascinated with the hairs on his stomach and he leans down farther, pressing his lips right below Sean’s belly button, feeling the skin jump under the kiss.
He’s dragging this out, and he sees the aborted move Sean’s hips make, like he’s about to jerk his hips up but thinks better of it. He sees the outline of Sean’s dick straining against denim, and his mouth suddenly goes dry.
“Mike,” Sean says. “I need you.”
“Yeah,” Mike says.
He unbuttons Sean’s jeans, the zipper loud in the quiet room as he slides it down. Sean’s hand goes on top of his, resting on the bed, squeezing around his fingers. It’s consent, it’s saying now, it’s saying move, move, move. Mike does. He pulls down the waistband of Sean’s underpants, the head of his dick exposed, flushed and red. The tips of his fingers brush against it, and Sean groans.
Mike thinks, I’ve done this before. Not with him, but I have. Because I know what to do. I know that I’ll take his cock in my mouth. I know how to use my tongue. I know how to work my throat around it. I know how to take him all the way down until his pubes rub against my nose. I know all of this, but I can’t remember how I know.
And it’s there, the low-level panic, but Mike pushes it away.
He bends over and kisses the tip of Sean’s cock, darting his tongue out and tracing the underside of the head. He wraps his lips around Sean’s dick, taking it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks. Sean cries out above him, and Mike thinks, Am I your first? Have you ever done this before? Would you even remember if I asked?
Sean’s hands are in his hair, not pushing, not pulling, just holding. Mike works his way down Sean’s cock, reaching up to pull his pants down farther. Sean lifts his hips to help, inadvertently thrusting his dick farther into Mike’s mouth. Mike br
eathes through his nose, throat constricting around Sean. Sean grunts above him, fingers tightening in his hair. He’s holding Mike in place and giving these shallow little thrusts, like he’s unsure of how far he can go but is too afraid to push for it. Mike groans through a mouthful of dick, the taste of skin heavy on his tongue. Sean’s balls bump against his chin, and he’s trying to get more, trying to push himself down farther. He wants to choke on it, wants to take in as much as he can.
Sean moans Mike’s name above him as his eyes water. He wants more. He pushes for more. His hands come up and grip Sean’s thighs, and he sinks to his knees, trapping Sean’s legs under his arms. Sean’s cock slides from his mouth with an obscene pop and slaps wetly against his stomach. Sean’s gasping above him, but Mike doesn’t take time to admire the flush on his face, the way his eyes are blown out. He jerks Sean toward him, the comforter bunching up underneath him. Between Mike’s grip on his thighs and the jeans pooled at his ankles, Sean can’t move very far. Mike sucks him down again, the angle better.
Sean pushes himself up on his hands, towering above Mike as he works his cock. He’s upright now, and resumes that shallow thrusting, back hunched and curled over Mike. His hands are on the back of Mike’s head and he’s pushing him down in time with the thrust of his hips, and Mike lets him. He lets him control it, because even if Sean can’t remember having done this before, that’s not to say he has. This could be his first time for any of this. And he’s been waiting for Mike. Mike wants to give him everything he can.
It’s too much, though. Sean says, “Mike, Mike, Mike, I don’t want to come like this, please, Mike, please,” and Mike pulls off with a gasp, fingers wrapped around the base of Sean’s cock, squeezing tight. He presses his face against Sean’s chest, Sean breathing raggedly near his ear, his chin hitting the top of Mike’s head.
“What do you want?” Mike says into his chest, because there’s so much, there’s so much that they could do. He knows they have time now, time to do everything, but it’s overwhelming, these first few moments. He wants everything.
Then Sean says, “I want to do it. To you.”
Mike’s heart jackrabbits in his chest. “Do what?”
Sean’s hand squeezes the back of his neck. Mike’s hand is still holding his dick. “I want to fuck you, Mike.” And it’s short and sweet, and oh so filthy, because he’s never heard Sean speak like that before. And the way he says fuck is nervous innocence wrapped in want, and Mike swallows thickly.
He nods against Sean’s chest.
“I need you to say it,” Sean says, kissing the shell of his ear. “Mike, please just—”
“Yeah,” he says. “I want that. I want you.”
He thinks, There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, as Sean slowly strips him of his clothes, fingers trailing along exposed skin.
He thinks, I don’t care what the rest of this world is as long as you’re in it, as Sean kisses his chest, taking Mike’s nipple into his mouth.
He thinks, You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, as Sean licks up the underside of his cock, eyes fluttering shut.
He thinks, I am going to do everything I can to keep you with me, as Sean pants above him, both of their dicks in his hand, jacking them soft and slow.