by Alex Jane
The house was dark as they walked up the path to the door. They weren't worried about anyone being home. Everyone was occupied at the market or at work, and would be for hours. Still, Justin was a little nervous as he pulled his keys from his pocket. The nerves quickly became something else as Roman's body pressed up against his back, and when he nuzzled the side of Justin's neck, Justin fumbled the keys, almost dropping them, and making Roman laugh, his breath puffing against Justin's ear.
"You keep that up and it'll take me longer to get this door open," Justin told him, pushing back, hoping to get a little space. All he managed to achieve was a small gasp and Roman's hand coming around to cop his crotch.
"Just get the fucking key in the door, will you."
It may have been a stereotype, but there was something about Roman taking control that made Justin weak at the knees. Finally, with unsteady hands, he managed to get the door open and the two of them practically fell inside, already yanking at zippers and throwing their coats and hats off with little regard to where they fell.
Roman managed to get undressed first, or at least down to a single layer, his pale blue shirt open at the collar, showing a hint of chest hair. Justin was momentarily mesmerized by the way the fabric hugged his lean body, showing every muscle group as if it had been painted on. Roman didn’t look impressed when Justin's hands stopped moving, and stepped forward, grabbing the hem of Justin's sweater and pulling it impatiently over his head as he stepped into his space.
Justin instinctively stepped backward until his legs hit the kitchen table.
"You can't fuck me here," Justin gasped out as Roman's mouth found his neck, and he bent back with the force of the kiss.
"I could," Roman threatened. "I could bend you right over and rim you where you stand."
The idea made Justin's cock twitch in his underwear and he was seconds away from pretty much agreeing to anything Roman asked him. Luckily, common sense kicked in just in time.
"Do you really want to look Kyle in the face over breakfast knowing you made me come on here? You don't think he won't know what we've done?"
As much as Justin didn't want to pull that card, it had the desired effect and Roman froze, slumping against him. They both panted for a second before Roman raised his head and looked Justin in the eye.
"You need to promise me you will never bring up your dad again when I'm touching your dick."
Justin smirked but nodded. "Take me to bed and you've got a deal."
Roman didn't waste any time, taking Justin by the hand and dragging him through the house. Justin laughed and pulled out of his grip, only to jump on his back, making Roman grunt and slow. He wasn't as light as he used to be, but Roman still managed to carry him to the base of the stairs before shirking him off. They raced up together—like they were still stupid kids, not grown men—and piled in through Justin's bedroom door, landing on his queen-size bed in a mass of grappling limbs.
Roman looked worried when Justin winced when his head hit the mattress but Justin simply grabbed two handfuls of Roman's shirt and hauled the man on top of him, ripping open the buttons as he took his mouth in a searing kiss. Roman let him, bracing himself above Justin with one arm, while the other hand tried to push down his jeans without even unbuckling his belt. Seeing the problem, Justin left the shirt hanging loose, and undid Roman's buckle before grappling with his own button fly. Roman had better luck, and was naked with his trousers and underwear around his knees by the time Justin had his zipper down. Clearly, too impatient to wait, Roman yanked Justin's pants and underwear down with one sharp tug, and took Justin into his mouth.
Justin was thankful they had waited until they got home. It had been a while since he'd had anyone's mouth on him, let alone touched his dick at all, and he couldn't have kept quiet even if he'd wanted to. At the first sensation of him disappearing inside Roman's wet and talented mouth, he cried out, his hips bucking up enough that his mewls of pleasure were punctuated by apologies right up until he started tapping Roman on the shoulder, warning him he was close.
But instead of pulling away, Roman moved faster, gripping the globes of Justin's ass tighter, urging him to use his throat. Justin groaned, arching his back, giving in to the sensation as it built and eventually overflowed, and he almost wanted to cry with the intensity as he came down his throat.
He was still recovering, his body pliant and useless, when Roman crawled up over him. Justin raised his head slightly expecting a kiss, only to find himself chuckling when Roman kept going right past him, reaching for the bedside cabinet where Justin used to keep his supplies, and with his abs squishing Justin's face in order to do it.
When he moved back down, he was smiling, but looking nervous with three little packages in his hand. "How do you want to do this? I mean—"
The lube was a no-brainer but the condom was clearly what Roman was thinking about. Justin couldn't help notice the tremor in Roman's hands and hoped the show of nerves was only the adrenaline.
"I haven't been with anyone, not like that, not since you," he said, feeling self-conscious.
He was surprised when Roman shrugged and said, "Me neither. Not anal anyway. I'm not on PrEP or…"
The look Justin gave him clearly got across he wasn't either. It was tempting to throw caution to the wind, and they were both clearly thinking about taking the chance right up until Justin grimaced and said, "But there's the cleanup…" and that was the end of the discussion.
Roman scowled as he sat back on his heels, ripping the condom open with his teeth, dropping the lube onto Justin's chest and saying, "If you think I'm sleeping in the wet patch, you have another think coming."
Justin chuckled as he pushed his pants the rest of the way off and crawled backward onto the bed, opening his legs and one of the packets of lube to get himself ready. "I didn't always make you sleep in the wet patch," he teased, knowing full well it had only been the odd occasion where they'd had the luxury of sleeping together at all.
He made quick work of pressing two fingers inside him as he watched Roman roll the condom onto his shaft. The anticipation made him groan more than the burn as he pumped his fingers, driving them deeper, and adding a third. Roman was transfixed, watching him hungrily until suddenly, he bowed his head and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes.
Justin paused and reached out for him. "Are you okay? If you've changed your mind—"
"It's not that. It's just…" Roman sighed and dropped his hands to the bed, crawling up over Justin, caging him with his body. "I feel like I'm dreaming, you know. I'd forgotten how fucking beautiful you are like this. Maybe you should pinch me just to make sure."
Justin didn't pinch him, but did the next best thing, curling up into him, sinking his teeth into Roman's pec. He chuckled when Roman squawked and twisted away, then, in one smooth movement, pulled his knees up and hooked his legs over Roman's arms. Reaching between them, he found Roman's cock, his slippery fingers sliding against the latex as he pushed the tip against his hole, which began to yield immediately.
As Roman pushed forward, Justin fell back against the pillow, his mouth parted and eyes shut tight. Roman's size had always been intimidating, but even the shallow thrusts that gradually worked him open were sending shocks of pleasure through him.
Gasping, Roman's mouth worked as if words were trying to form, unable to find their way out as anything other than groans and nonsensical sounds, which had Justin's cock filling despite having just come. When Roman's lips found his nipple, Justin arched up to meet him, the reassuring touch of his hands running along the lengths of Roman's arms, becoming more desperate, scratching at Roman shoulders, trying to urge him on.
It seemed to do the trick and all too soon Roman's grunts increased in volume and tone, his voice rising as he drove harder and deeper into Justin. Clinging on, Justin bathed in the sensation of another orgasm building, listening to the symphony of the bed creaking, the headboard banging against the wall and his lover losing his mind above him. He'd fi
gured the first time between them after so long would have been a little awkward and yet this was still the best sex he'd ever had. He couldn't help smile as Roman's fingertips bit into his skin as he threw his head back and froze, his mouth open in a silent cry. Justin felt Roman's dick pulsing into the condom and it was enough to have him coming again, spattering between them as he pressed his forehead into Roman's chest.
The bed moved, and for a moment Justin was cold as Roman moved off him, but he still didn't open his eyes until a Kleenex was shoved in his face.
"You leaving?" Justin asked as he pushed the tissue down, sweeping at the mess he had made on his chest.
Roman looked up from where he was doing the same and frowned. "You kicking me out?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Justin chuckled. "I'm going to keep you chained under my fucking bed for the rest of your life after that performance."
Thankfully, Roman laughed and tied up the condom, throwing it deftly across the room and sending the latex straight into the wastepaper basket. When he slid back onto the bed, he pulled the comforter with him, curling into Justin's side and wrapping them both tightly with it. "Do we need to talk about anything?" he asked through a yawn.
"Not right now," Justin replied, yawning himself. "Although I feel as if I should shake your hand for making me come twice. I can't even do that by myself."
Roman made a pleased noise and pulled Justin closer. "That's okay. Maybe you can rim me tomorrow. That should make up for it."
"Tomorrow is Christmas."
"It can be your gift to me," Roman said, his voice sleepy and soft with affection.
"I can wear those ridiculous reindeer antlers with the bells. That way I can jingle-jingle while you fuck me. It'll be totally festive."
Justin could already feel himself slipping away. It wasn't simply the outstanding orgasms that had done it. Lying in Roman's arms, relishing his strong body against him, the scent of him—of them—all around them, it was the most safe and whole and contented that Justin had felt in a long, long time. He would have been smiling as he fell asleep anyway, even if he hadn't heard a gentle, "ho ho ho," as darkness took him.
10
Before he opened his eyes, Justin thought he was dreaming. It wasn't unusual for memories of Roman to pierce his subconscious and play out in his dreams. But when he opened his eyes and the sensation of the warm body at his back didn't evaporate, his recollection of the previous evening came flooding back, and Justin grinned from ear to ear.
Instinctively, he arched to match the pressure of Roman's hips against his ass, gratified when he got a groan in his ear followed by the press of warm lips on his neck.
"Hmmm, what time is it?" Roman muttered, his hands slowly roaming over Justin's chest and down between his legs.
Justin's breath hitched but his eyes opened wide in surprise when he saw the readout from the digital clock on his bedside table. "Daytime. Still kinda early," he murmured, his surprise forgotten as Roman stroked his morning wood with intent.
Roman only hummed against his skin, rocking his hips against the cleft of Justin's ass in time with his hand. Justin reached over his shoulder and gripped the back of Roman's head, holding him close. He felt almost drunk with the languid pleasure building in his gut, his hips thrusting slightly, fucking into Roman's hand even as he kept up the pace. It was unhurried and possibly the most sensual experience of Justin's life until suddenly it wasn't enough.
Roman made a noise of complaint and tried to hold him when Justin leaned away. It gave Justin enough reach to get to his drawer to scrabble about sightlessly, hooking a condom and holding it up with two figures.
He didn't need to ask Roman once, let alone twice. The packet was snatched from his hand, and he got a kiss on the neck before he heard it being ripped open. He grabbed more lube too, unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder before rolling onto his front, grabbing his ass with both hands and spreading his cheeks, not giving a shit how desperate he looked. If Roman wanted him, he could have him.
When Roman eventually pressed into him, it was slow and steady, one long stroke burying him to the hilt. Justin held his breath the whole time, marveling at the intensity of being filled, the burn fading quickly, replaced with nothing but pleasure.
When Roman pulled him back against his chest, turning them onto their sides so they were spooned together as they had been before, the pleasure spiked.
"Shit," Justin whispered. "Do that again."
"What? This?" The small thrust Roman gave might not have looked much, but he nailed Justin right on his sweet spot and he thought he saw stars.
"Jesus Christ." He growled. "You keep doing that I won't last."
Roman held him tighter and sucked a line of kisses down the side of his throat and the length of his shoulder, murmuring, "That's okay, baby. I wanna feel it. You coming on my dick is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Oh my god." Justin did his best to roll his eyes and sound embarrassed, but Roman started to fuck him in long, deep strokes, so it came out a little more wanton than he was going for.
It seemed to go on forever, despite Justin's prediction. Roman kept working him, still sleepy and slow, hot panting breaths coming in Justin's ear. Part of him wanted to fight it, to push back and make Roman fuck him fast and hard like they had the night before. But there was something exciting about them being together like this.
There was also the unspoken agreement that they had to be quiet. They hadn't heard Justin's parents come home, but he couldn't imagine they had stayed away simply to give them any privacy. Coming from a large demonstrative family there was no chance of anyone bothering to be discreet. He wasn't worried about them walking in, but he didn't want the embarrassment of having his father banging on the wall, yelling at him to keep the noise down.
Of course, that didn't stop Roman from doing his best to make Justin yell. With his cock hitting all the right places inside him, and his hand stroking Justin so right he thought he was about to have an aneurism, Justin had to cover his mouth just to stop from crying out. It was so perfect and intense, it was almost a relief when Roman sped up and whispered low in his ear, "Jesus, this is good. I think I'm gonna come."
Turning his head, Justin whispered back, "Just wait until we don't have a condom between us," before capturing Roman's cry with a kiss, seconds before his own balls drew tight and he pulsed over Roman's fist, coming so hard he thought he was going to fire Roman out of his ass and across the other side of the room.
"Holy shit." Roman looked at him wide-eyed from the other pillow after a minute or two. "We have got to do that again."
"Give me minute." Justin panted, still trying to get his breath back. "My recovery time is still pretty good."
Roman laughed and rolled over, throwing his arm over him, pulling him tight against his firm body. "Yours might be but I'm done. I'm going to need longer than a minute."
"That's okay," Justin said with a smile, "I'm not going anywhere."
It was just something cute to say, but the gravity of their situation hit him and the smile slid off his face. Roman saw his expression change and crowded against him, pressing their foreheads together and kissing him lightly, saying, "No, you're not. I'm not letting you get away from me again."
Things might have gotten serious fast but right at that moment there was a banging on the bedroom door, making them both jump and pull apart from each other.
"If you boys are done in there, breakfast is in twenty. I think everyone would appreciate it if you shower first."
The way Roman clutched at his chest like an old man might have made Justin laugh if he wasn't having a heart attack of his own. He managed to squeak out, "Yes, sir. Be right down." He could have sworn he heard Kyle chuckling to himself, but it was hard to hear anything over the blood roaring in his ears.
"Jesus Christ, do you think they heard us?"
Justin covered his face for a moment with both his hands, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. "No, he's just f
ucking with me. He always used to tease me about having boys in my room. Although, he's not joking about coming down for breakfast. When he says 'everyone,' that probably means Chase and Joel will be here any minute."
Roman appeared to wince a little at that. "I didn't text them last night. I hope coach isn't going to be pissed off with me."
"Doubtful," Justin said, pushing back the covers as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "He knew we were going to be together."
"Hell, I wasn't sure whether we were going to be together last night, let alone together this morning."
Justin had to chuckle. He turned and raked his eyes over Roman's naked body, wishing they had more time to lay in bed and enjoy each other. The way Roman's cock twitched when Justin's gaze lingered on it, apparently that part of his anatomy was in agreement. "Well." Justin sighed, trying to pull himself together and figure out what clean clothes he might have that would fit Roman's large frame. "This is Chase we are talking about. Chances are he figured this was on the cards before we even knew about it."
It might have been hyperbole, but when they finally descended the stairs to find everyone sitting around the table not one face appeared at all surprised Roman had spent the night.
They had showered as instructed—separately, not together, figuring they should be trying to get clean and not any more dirty. Besides, shower sex, when your parents were a few rooms away, was the thing of nightmares not fantasies. After rooting around in his chest of drawers, Justin had found a couple of tee shirts and a sweater that had belonged to Roman at one point, so fit him reasonably well. They actually looked fairly respectable and ready for family time, although there was stubble rash on Justin's neck, and he was pretty sure he was walking with a bit of a limp.
"There they are," his mom said brightly as Justin braced himself for an onslaught of teasing or uncomfortable congratulations. He was almost disappointed when the only comment to follow was, "You almost missed the bacon. I thought for a minute someone was going to eat the whole plate." She nudged her husband playfully. Kyle responded in a suitably mature and sensible way by sticking his tongue out at her before biting into the piece of crispy bacon he was holding in his fingers.