Two could play that game.
Andrew slid one arm under Brian’s arse and lifted. Standing, he twisted and dropped Brian onto his back on the couch, intent on following him down and giving the doctor some of his own medicine.
With a wild yowl, Archy shot out from under Brian and tore away. He knocked the beer bottles off the coffee table and Brian lurched to catch them, accidentally pushing Andrew roughly. Andrew managed to stagger away from the glass-topped coffee table, but still landed on his arse on the floor. Brian’s legs were on the couch, but his torso hung off it, two bottles, mostly upright, in his hands.
Breathing hard in surprise and ebbing lust, Andrew stared at Brian, who stared back in a similar state. They burst out laughing at exactly the same moment.
“Did you know he was there?” Brian struggled to keep from sliding off the couch onto his face while his hands were full.
Andrew took the bottles from him. “Not a clue. I was . . . distracted.”
“Yeah, you were.”
They cracked up and Andrew helped Brian up. Standing there, chest to chest, Andrew’s stomach rolled nervously. Would it be awkward now? Brian chewed on his lower lip, then smiled.
“I’ve been wanting that ever since Wednesday night.”
Eyebrows hitting his hairline, Andrew asked, “Really?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why exactly. I think maybe now that I know it’s okay, I’m kind of very attracted to you.”
“Now that you know it’s okay?”
“I don’t know how else to explain it. Before Monday . . .” He shrugged. “I don’t want to say there was nothing there. Probably there was, but I didn’t know it. Then you said you loved me, and I freaked, then I thought about it, and saw you half naked, and suddenly, you were, I don’t know, available, or something. So, I let myself feel it.”
“And I thought I was confused.”
Brian shoved him and went to walk away, but Andrew caught his wrists. Slowly, he pulled Brian’s arms around his waist and stepped up to him. When he let go, Brian’s arms stayed there and he titled his head back to meet Andrew’s gaze.
“I’m trying to make sense of this,” Brian said softly. “There’s not a lot to be found, so you’re just going to have to deal with whatever half arsed explanation I can muster, okay?”
“Okay. Can we kiss again?”
Brian made a show of thinking about it, until Andrew growled, then he smirked and nodded.
Hands cupping his best friend’s face, Andrew leaned in and kissed him. Soft and tender, like a first kiss should be, testing the reaction. Brian made a sound that might have been Andrew’s name or a sigh, but he pressed into the kiss, his body bending into the curve of Andrew’s, giving himself over to the moment. That electric connection zinged instantly back into life. Andrew wanted to let it overwhelm him again. He wanted to open Brian’s mouth and rediscover how amazing it was, or rub his lips over the stubble on his chin. Maybe nibble his way along his jaw and suck an earlobe into his mouth. But he didn’t do any of that.
“Why did you stop?” Brian sounded dazed and reached to pull Andrew back to him.
“If I don’t stop, I won’t stop.”
“Who’s not making sense now?”
Andrew picked up the rescued beers and went into the kitchen. His dick was still mostly hard, even after their disaster cat had foiled things, and he needed a moment to let it settle down. “I mean that I’m very close to ripping your clothes off and doing things to you I don’t really know how to do.”
“I think I’ll be okay being your learning dummy.” Brian followed him, but stayed on the other side of the counter, one hand disappearing under it to, by the way he shifted, adjust his dick.
Andrew laughed. “I hope you’d be a bit more responsive than a plastic dummy.”
“I could probably sneak one of them home for you to practice on if you want.”
“Don’t want.”
Brian’s “Good,” was soft but vehement and a thrill went through Andrew’s chest.
“Did you want a salad as well?” Andrew asked.
“No. Just the spaghetti.”
“You’re going to have to eat a vegetable soon, you know.”
“There’s corn in the spaghetti.”
Vowing to get something better for them tomorrow, Andrew pulled the dish out of the oven and served up a couple of bowls of cheesy chicken and spaghetti. With fresh drinks of juice, they settled onto the couch to eat. Archy reappeared, drawn by the smell and wormed his way in between them to maximise his pleading power. He appeared confused about why his humans were suddenly sitting so close together.
“How are we going to explain this to Schrody?” Brian mused.
“He’s a smart cat. I’m sure he’ll work it out.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t even know his own name.”
“I think he does. He just ignores them all equally.”
They ate dinner and fed Archy little bits of tomatoey chicken, letting him lick the sauce off their fingers, then clean out their bowls for them. Done, he jumped down, got up on the windowsill behind the blinds and cleaned his whiskers. Brian took the bowls to the kitchen, filled the sink with hot soapy water and let the dishes soak, then came back and, after a moment’s hesitation, got back on Andrew’s lap.
“I like this.” Andrew ran his hands up Brian’s back.
“Seems the easiest way to do this.” Brian kissed him, little pecks on his lips, then along his jaw. His tongue snaked out and lapped at his earlobe and Andrew groaned, tipping his head to better accommodate this new awesomeness.
“Ugh.” Brian pulled back and squeezed his eyes shut. “Hickey.”
Andrew’s hands held him tighter on reflex, not wanting him to go away. “Is it that bad?”
“It’s not exactly A, flattering for you, or two, arousing for me.”
“Fair. How about . . .?” Andrew wrapped his hand around the back of Brian’s neck, tilted his head, and sucked his earlobe into his mouth.
Brian flailed, letting out a wild groan. “Oh god. Warn a guy first.” But he turned slightly so Andrew’s neck wasn’t twisted.
“Want me to stop?” Andrew lapped behind his ear, getting a whimper out of him.
“No.” It was small and pitiful but the way Brian squirmed on him was a firmer answer.
Andrew swapped to the other side and Brian’s whole body shook. Before he could shake right off Andrew’s lap, Andrew let his ear go and kissed his mouth again. Brian was soft and pliant, most of the fight gone out of him, and he melted. The weight sank Andrew into the couch cushions and he loved it. He’d never felt like this with anyone else, glorying in the feel of the straight lines of Brian’s torso, the size and heft of him. And shit, the sensation of a cock that wasn’t his own pressing into his belly. No doubt about it. He was bi and very happy about it.
Brian lazily lipped his way from Andrew’s mouth, across his jaw and cheeks and forehead, then down his neck—opposite to the hickey—and licked from one collarbone to the other.
“The shirt has to go,” he muttered and sat back, trying to wrestle it off Andrew.
“Yours too.” Andrew sat forward and held his arms up for Brian to get his shirt off, then did the same to him.
He’d seen Brian naked before. It was sort of unavoidable when they lived together and had played sport together for years. This was different however. Now he could look his fill and let himself react however his body wanted to. Brian sat back on his thighs and watched Andrew look at him. Arms by his sides, he stilled and waited. He wasn’t as tanned as Andrew, working indoors and being sun smart whenever they went to the beach. Nor as toned, but far from unfit. Broad shoulders, defined pecs dusted with dark hair and dusky nipples. Lean ribs and hip bones that just poked out above the waistband of his shorts.
Andrew touched him, lightly, reverently, tracing his contours, palming his curves and gripping his hips with an almost painful need. Someone moaned and he was shocked to realise it was him.
Nodding was all Andrew had left in his repertoire, his mouth suddenly dry and throat clogged with lust. He leaned in and kissed his shoulder, then the other one, holding him gently, almost afraid this was just a dream and Brian would disappear if he held on too hard. Andrew worshiped his neck and shoulders, then nuzzled into his chest and breathed in deep, before turning to press his lips to a pebbled nipple.
“Oh fuck.” Brian arched into his mouth, head dropping back, grabbing Andrew’s shoulders for support.
“You’re so beautiful,” Andrew babbled between licks and sucks. “So hot and sexy.”
Brian chuckled breathlessly. “Say it when I’m not sitting on your dick and I might believe it.”
Andrew snorted and held him closer. “Can you be serious?”
“Tried that and you said I was confusing. This seems to be working better.”
He wasn’t wrong, so Andrew shifted focus to the other nipple and determined to make Brian as incoherent as he was. It didn’t take a lot and had a double effect of making him writhe so much Andrew was in danger of coming in his pants.
“Stop.” He gripped Brian’s hips and held him still. “I’m gonna come like that.”
Brian’s eyes widened. “Really?” He sounded eager.
“Mm hm.” Andrew squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on holding his orgasm back. It was hard. He hadn’t come in longer than he’d gone without an erection. It felt like his ball was holding enough for two.
“Isn’t that the aim of all this?” Brian asked.
“Not so fast.”
Brian lifted Andrew’s face and kissed him thoroughly and deeply. “We’re young. I’m sure we both have more than one shot in us per day.”
“What if I don’t?” It was out before Andrew could stop it. He buried his face in Brian’s chest rather than see the pity or annoyance his fear caused.
It wasn’t either of those things. It was laughter. Both gentle and teasing.
“Dude. Number of testicles has no impact on your refractory period. All that might happen is you don’t have as much jizz as you used to. Didn’t you read the information the doctor gave you?”
“I did and it was full of words like ‘normally,’ and ‘in most cases.’” He air quoted. “Those aren’t very comforting words.” Andrew wrinkled his nose. “I hope you don’t use words like ‘jizz’ when you’re being a proper doctor.”
With a frustrated groan, Brian said, “You may experience a slight loss in volume of semen, however, your virility should not be affected. Better?”
“I don’t know.”
“Look, there’s a very simple solution to this.” Brian wormed his way off Andrew’s lap and stood. He waved Andrew up and started undoing his shorts. “You come, then we wait and see what happens.”
“Wait.” Andrew grabbed Brian’s hands and stilled them.
“I’ve seen it before, Andrew. I’ve fondled it all before, too.”
“You didn’t fondle, you examined. But, um, I was sort of messing around on the couch the other night and Archy . . . tried to help. How about we go upstairs?”
Brian tried to hold it back but erupted in laughter a moment later.
Throwing his hands up, Andrew stalked for the stairs. “I’m going upstairs.”
“I’m sorry!” Brian called after him. “I really am. It’s not funny at all.” His continued amusement followed Andrew all the way up and into his room.
Really, really hoping Brian appeared soon, Andrew got out of his shorts, ummed and ahhed for a bit, left his boxer-briefs on and lay down on his bed. And waited. And waited. He was starting to worry when he heard water gurgling and realised Brian must have been finishing the dishes. Then footsteps up the stairs and Brian’s voice murmuring to the cat. Andrew couldn’t see much from his position, but guessed Brian was locking Archy in his bedroom. Sure enough, a moment later, he appeared in Andrew’s doorway without the cat.
“Took your time,” Andrew growled.
“Thought you could use a moment to calm down.” For the first time since the kiss that had started all this, he looked a bit unsure. “I needed a moment, really.”
“If you want to go to your own bed that’s okay.”
Brian shook his head, then came in and removed his shorts, stepping out of them and kneeling on the bed in one move. Sitting up, Andrew closed the space between them and kissed him. Within seconds, Brian was responding as eagerly and hotly as he had downstairs.
“I want you,” Andrew whispered against his mouth. “So much.”
“Me too.” His lips stretched into a smile. “Any idea on how to proceed?”
The first thing that popped into Andrew’s head was a blowjob but he thought it might be a bit advanced for two beginners, so he said, “I want to give you a hand job.”
Brian whimpered. “Sounds good. I want to give you one too.”
With a moan, Andrew pulled Brian to him and fell backwards, his friend on top of his body. Brian scrambled until he was properly aligned and they kissed and rubbed until they were both hard again. He slid a hand between them and down until he was cupping Andrew’s cock.
“Jesus. It wasn’t this big last time I held it.”
It shouldn’t have been funny, considering what “last time” had been, but Andrew laughed. Then it wasn’t very funny at all when Brian’s fingers closed around him and stroked. Andrew gasped, his hips jerking sharply and precum wet the material of his underwear. Brian seemed pleased and repeated the move. The more he did it and the more Andrew reacted, the wider his smile got.
Close to coming again, Andrew managed to find some wits and rolled them over. “My turn.” But he didn’t want anything between him and the hot flesh he was salivating for. On his knees, he pulled down Brian’s briefs, watching the blue undies instead of what they revealed until they were off and tossed on the floor.
Again Brian held still and let Andrew take him in. Those hip bones were starker when he was on his back, and his darkly haired thighs were sleek. Hard calves and large feet, the left one marred by the faint scars of the operation he’d had on his broken ankle. Then back up to a dense, curly patch of pubic hair and the thick cock lying on his abdomen. His sack was starting to pull up against the base of his dick, which drooled a bit of moisture onto his flat belly.
Wondering if he could suck him off, Andrew leaned over and opened his bedside drawer for lube.
Which he didn’t have. Hadn’t needed it for years.
“Shit.”
“What?” Brian asked.
“No lube.” Andrew rolled off the bed. “Let me get something from the bathroom.”
“I have lube. Top drawer of my dresser.”
Awkward but not enough to deter him, Andrew hurried across the hall, his proudly hard dick leading the way, and opened the door to Brian’s room. Archy was curled up on the bed and barely opened an eye to watch him paw through Brian’s underwear and socks for the lube. Triumphant, he raced back and stalled mid step.
Brian was lying exactly as Andrew had left him, except that now he was idly stroking his own cock. Those ocean-coloured eyes met his shamelessly, daring Andrew to not come on the spot.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Not intentionally.”
Andrew crawled back on top of him and kissed him until neither of them had air. Without any more talking, he got some lube on his hand and, his tongue still inside Brian’s mouth, took hold of his cock.
Brian gasped, head pulling away from Andrew as his back arched. “I might come too soon as well.”
“Don’t care, so long as it’s me you come for.” Andrew marvelled as his hand slid along Brian’s shaft. It was deliciously warm and hard and the vein under his palm pulsed.
“Pretty sure that’s going to happen soon.” Brian grabbed Andrew’s head. “Kiss me, please.”
Wanting to keep watching what he was doing but not wanting to disappoint Brian, Andrew complied, assuring himself he would get t
o watch properly next time. Or the time after. Or many times to come.
Brian wasn’t lying about how long it would take. Andrew had found his rhythm between stroking and kissing and was wondering how to get his other hand on himself when Brian shuddered and his cock throbbed in Andrew’s hand. Another couple of hard stokes and Brian was coming so hard his semen splashed Andrew’s neck. Finding he didn’t mind the warm splatter on his skin, Andrew was mesmerised by the way Brian’s body arched and twisted as Andrew milked every ounce of orgasm out of him.
“Oh fuck,” Brian moaned as he sagged back down. “Fuuuck.”
Thrilled by the result, Andrew kissed his slack lips. “You were amazing.”
A weak arm reached up and patted Andrew’s head. “You were okay too.”
“Think you can do any better?”
“Definitely. In ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. I think my brains came out of my dick.”
Andrew groaned and pressed his erection into Brian’s hip. “Don’t take too long.”
In the end, it was barely a couple of minutes before Brian was pushing Andrew to his back and sitting astride his thighs. He drizzled lube over Andrew’s dick and spread it with slow, deliberate strokes. Sated, he wasn’t quite as frantic as Andrew had been with him.
“You fuu . . . fire truck,” Andrew accused. “I should have gone first.”
“I guess these are the things we’re going to have to learn as we go.” Brian leaned down and kissed him. “You feel really good in my hand.”
Oh, Jesus. That made Andrew buck and moan.
Finally knowing he could get hard was one thing. Trusting his first orgasm in so long to Brian’s hands—literally—was on another mind-blowing level entirely. Looking up at the man sitting over him, bottom lip between his teeth as he concentrated on giving his first hand job to another man, would have been enough, but the care and attention being shown to his cock almost brought tears to his eyes. He’d been so scared this would never be his and now that it was, so tender and devoted, made his heart swell with even more love. How much more would Brian give him?
Right then, it was the deepest and hottest orgasm of his entire life.
After a week of restless and disjointed sleep, Brian slept hard in Andrew’s bed. Sated from two orgasms and smugly weary for having coaxed a second and third out of Andrew, he woke up feeling languid but rested. There was a heavy, hairy arm across his chest, dried come in his pubic hair and the stupidest grin on his face. It was even one of those magical mornings when he woke up a couple of minutes before his alarm so he wouldn’t have to hear it and want to immediately smash his phone.
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