Connor got the feeling they both wanted this.
He followed Max into the bedroom, swinging the door closed behind them. Max had gotten as far as taking off his coat and t-shirt, his pants hanging open, about to be pushed down.
Max paused as Connor entered the room, looking at the tube of lubricant and condom wrapper in his hand. He glanced up at Connor’s face, then back at his hands.
“You can say no,” Connor said gently. “The condom is for you, the lube is for me.”
Max nodded, slowly at first, but then more eagerly.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat, nodding again. “I want… I… I’m not saying no,” he said eventually.
Connor tossed the lube on the bed, closing the gap between him and Max in two strides and reaching out to him, hooking his underwear with his thumbs and then pushing them and his pants down in one movement.
He glanced down, smirking to himself at Max’s half-hard cock, and then looking back up to peck him on the lips.
“Pants and socks off. Make yourself comfortable on the bed,” he instructed.
Max nodded again, kicking his pants away and hopping on one leg to take each of his socks off. Connor watched him with a tiny smile, dropping his own pants. He’d put on jeans for Max’s benefit, but his feet were still bare.
The mattress creaked as Max made himself comfortable on it, propping himself up on pillows.
“Put this on,” Connor said, tossing him the condom so it landed in the middle of his chest. “You know how, right?”
“I practiced on a banana once in school,” Max said. “I’ve got the general idea.”
Connor chuckled, pulling his t-shirt off over his head.
“You’re practically an expert,” he said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing the lube he’d thrown there earlier. He stroked Max’s cock on the way past, making a soft sound of approval.
“Before we go any further, do you need a minute to think about this?” Connor asked, knowing that he was maybe shooting himself in the foot by doing so.
He didn’t want to push Max into anything he wasn’t ready for, though. Max obviously hadn’t had a lot of time to figure himself out, and he didn’t need anyone pressuring him into doing this before he was ready.
Before Connor could worry too much, Max shook his head.
“I want this,” he said softly. “I want… you.”
Connor swallowed. “You’ve got me.”
He wasn’t sure Max knew how seriously he meant that. He wasn’t sure Max even wanted to know.
But he did mean it. More than he’d ever expected to.
Connor flicked the lube open, pouring a generous bead onto his fingers and warming it between them. He didn’t want to take long to do this, so more lube was definitely better.
Max stared up at him, his eyes dark, his fingers playing nervously with the sheets beside his hips. Nervousness was fine. He’d get over it quickly enough, and he looked more like he wanted to keep going than like he wanted to stop.
Connor gasped as he pressed a finger inside himself, biting down on his lip. He couldn’t say he hadn’t done this in a while, but he hadn’t done it in front of anyone else for a long time.
Having Max watch him was good, though. Connor could see lust in his eyes, feel his body heating up under him, his thick cock brushing against him as he rocked back onto his own finger, shoving a second one in as soon as he could.
Connor’s stomach clenched, arousal making him feel tight and hot, his thighs tensing around Max’s waist, knees digging into his sides.
This was good. He couldn’t wait to feel Max inside him, to watch him gasp and moan at all the new experiences he was about to have.
Connor curled his free hand around Max’s shoulder, leaning down to kiss him, humming into his mouth. Max was a fast learner, his kisses getting more confident every time. His personality was starting to come out in the way he moved his lips, the way his tongue darted out to taste, shy but curious, needy but holding back.
Connor didn’t want him holding back. He was going to get Max to let go, whatever it took.
“Having fun yet?” he murmured against Max’s lips, sliding his fingers out and shuffling back just a little way, lining Max’s cock up against him.
Max nodded eagerly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed. His chest was heaving with every breath, his body coiled tight with nervous tension.
Connor was going to fix that.
“Scared?” he asked, keeping his tone soft. He lowered himself just a little so Max’s cock rubbed against him, then angled his hips so the head was pressed up against his hole.
Max swallowed, but didn’t say anything.
“Don’t be,” Connor soothed. “Trust me, this feels amazing.”
Connor watched Max’s eyes widen as he pushed back, lowering his weight so Max’s cock slid inside him. He closed his eyes to savor the feeling, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the perfect, satisfying stretch, the weight and warmth of Max’s cock inside him.
He felt so good.
Connor sighed happily as he rested his weight on Max’s hips, Max’s cock inside him as far as it could go. He opened his eyes, looking down to see Max panting with his mouth open, fingers curled tight in the bedsheets below him.
“Okay?” Connor asked, wriggling as his body adjusted to the size and shape of Max’s cock. He could already feel it touching everywhere he wanted it to, his own cock leaking precome in response to how good Max felt.
He just needed to be sure Max didn’t want to stop before he could really start enjoying himself.
“I’m okay,” Max gritted out, his voice already wrecked. The sound went straight to Connor’s cock, a jolt of pleasure that made him want to give up on easing Max into this and ride him hard and fast.
Not this time. Max needed something gentler, and he’d get it.
Some other time. Connor desperately hoped there’d be other times.
He reached out, taking one of Max’s hands and laying it on his own thigh, holding it in place for a moment so Max got the idea. “It’s okay to touch me,” he said.
Max nodded, his fingers digging into the flesh of Connor’s thigh instead of the bedclothes.
He knew Max would be nervous, and that his first time wasn’t going to be perfect, but Connor wanted it to be good, and satisfying, and for him to know that this was okay, that he had full access to Connor’s body, that he could touch wherever he wanted.
He rocked his hips in one long, slow movement, feeling Max’s fingers digging deep into his thigh as he settled back against him.
“Does this feel good for you?” Max asked, breathless.
Connor chuckled. “You have no idea,” he said, shifting his weight again. He leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand against Max’s chest, the other curled around his shoulder, his thumb resting lightly on Max’s neck.
He groaned a happy, satisfied groan as he rocked his hips again, not stopping this time, but speeding up instead. “You feel so good,” Connor said, already struggling to speak, his heart hammering in his chest.
He wanted Max to know, though. To know how good this felt for him, that he wasn’t just doing this for his benefit.
“Your cock is perfect,” Connor added, pushing back onto it, rocking back and forth, slow and steady, letting himself feel every inch of Max’s cock as it moved inside him. A deep, needy moan rumbled in his chest, but he didn’t even try to hide it.
Watching Max get off on this was more than enough reason not to hide anything about how much he was enjoying it. He could feel Max’s hips moving, just a little, meeting Connor’s thrusts.
Max moved his other hand to Connor’s hip, his thumb pressing into the flesh and against the bone, a grounding point of pressure.
Connor felt so full, and so needy, his cock leaking precome onto Max’s stomach as he leaned forward, the urge to kiss him too strong to ignore any longer.
He whimpered as the angle of Max’s cock changed insid
e him, burying the sound in Max’s mouth. His lips were so soft, his whole face relaxed in a way Connor hadn’t seen before. He could have gotten used to it, though.
Max was gorgeous when he was getting off. Soft gasps escaping his lips every time Connor moved, his eyes dark and glazed, his sweet little nose wrinkling at the end of every thrust.
“You’re beautiful,” Connor murmured, catching Max’s lips again before he could respond. He could have done this all day, long, lazy strokes of his hips, his cock skimming against the warm, smooth skin of Max’s stomach, his insides stretched full with Max’s hot, thick cock.
The building knot of arousal in the pit of his stomach wouldn’t let him, though. He could hold back, do this a little longer, but eventually, he wanted to come.
The more he thought about how good it all felt, the more urgent that was.
Unable to resist any longer, Connor sat back up, balancing his weight on top of Max’s hips. He planted one hand in the middle of Max’s chest, stroking circles into the smooth skin there with his thumb.
His other hand curled around his cock, a soft hiss escaping him. Even his own touch was a little too much, but he needed this. He needed to come, and he needed it to be with Max watching.
He lifted himself up, then let himself fall back down, gasping at the new angle. Max was shaped just right to hit all the right places, his cock so damned good that Connor could barely believe he was real.
But he was, and he was right here, and the look on his face was amazing. Connor had never really had a thing for virgins, but Max was different. Seeing him look up in awe, every new sensation playing out like an opera over his features, that was intense.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling so connected to another person. There was just something about Max, something Connor couldn’t describe, even to himself.
He rocked his hips again, biting his lip as Max’s cock filled him, the urge to keep going overwhelming. His thighs were already burning with the effort, his cock leaking precome onto his hand.
Just a little more. The slightest nudge to tip him over the edge.
Max’s fingers tightened over his thigh, digging in deep enough to bruise. Connor gasped, half in pain and half in arousal, the thought of Max leaving a mark on him making his head spin.
He was so close now. So close to coming, and judging by the way Max was holding him, he wasn’t far behind.
Good. Connor wanted him to come. Needed him to come. That was the nudge he was waiting for, desperate for, his skin slapping against Max’s as his thrusts got harder, sharper, as he raised himself up higher and let himself drop faster and faster.
His thighs burned and his pulse pounded in his ears, but the searing heat of arousal in the pit of his stomach urged him on.
He was going to feel this in the morning, but it’d be worth it. Max felt so good inside him, and the look on his face was priceless. His lips were slack, his eyes wide, his breath hitching every time Connor let his weight fall on top of him.
Hot, urgent need built inside Connor, his balls aching with the urge to come, his cock leaking sticky precome all over his hand. He sped up again, leaning forward, jerking his hips roughly.
Max groaned under him, moving his hands to Connor’s hips, gripping them just as tight as he had his thigh. Max’s back arched off the bed, driving his cock deep inside Connor as a heartfelt groan escaped him.
Max’s mouth fell open, his eyes unfocusing as he came. Connor could feel his cock twitching inside him, feel Max’s hips rocking back and forth, his orgasm rolling over him in waves.
One last thrust of Max’s hips caught him off-guard, grazing just the right spot to set Connor off as well. He screwed his eyes shut as a bolt of pleasure hit him in the base of the spine, his hips speeding up all by themselves.
He rode Max’s cock hard and fast, groaning as he spilled over his hand and Max’s stomach, wringing every last drop of pleasure from both of them.
Connor’s head spun when he was finished, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him exhausted.
He rolled to the side as his thighs finally gave out on him, landing heavily on the mattress.
Connor stared up at the ceiling for a few long moments, panting to catch his breath, every muscle below his belly button aching from overuse.
He would definitely feel this in the morning, but he wouldn’t regret it.
“Thanks,” Connor said once he thought he could trust his voice again. “I needed that.”
It had been exactly what he needed, and he was glad his and Max’s relationship had gone firmly in the direction of comfort sex. He’d already forgotten about Dominique, about shoving an embroidery needle into his thumb, and about his doubts.
Of course he could do this. For Max. Because Max was cute, and sweet, and he deserved a better life.
And at least a few more great orgasms, which Connor also planned to work on if he got the chance.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked after Max’s silence stretched out a little too long.
He turned to his side to look at Max when he didn’t respond immediately, finding him staring up at the ceiling as well, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Max clearly had no idea how hot he was, but Connor hoped he was starting to get the picture.
“That was sex,” Max said after a moment, awe in his voice. “Wow.”
Connor chuckled, pleased with himself. He’d obviously rocked Max’s world, and he didn’t get the chance to do that often.
“It gets better,” he murmured, hoping to set up the possibility of future sex. “I was kinda in a hurry.”
“It really doesn’t need to be better than that,” Max said, still looking straight up.
Connor got the feeling he’d broken him a little, which wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever done. Max needed a little breaking. Someone had to break the seal, and Connor was glad it’d been him.
Not because he was special or anything, but because Max was, and he deserved his first time to be with someone who wouldn’t hurt him.
Connor wouldn’t have hurt Max for the world. He was like a giant, slightly more talkative puppy. Smarter, too, but so sweet and innocent and unconditionally loving that Connor couldn’t have harmed a hair on his head, not for anything.
He shuffled closer, resting his head on Max’s shoulder and sighing happily. After all that, they both deserved a nap.
“I brought the guest list,” Max said after a moment.
Connor chuckled. “Later. I’ll handle it later.”
Max nodded, then cleared his throat. “Can I, uh… can I stay the night? I have the night off.”
Connor’s heart swelled in his chest, and he barely held back an excited squeal at the thought. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than that.
“Absolutely,” he murmured, letting his eyes fall closed. “Stay as long as you want.”
Connor wouldn’t have argued if Max wanted to stay for a long, long time.
Chapter Twenty
Max rolled over as he woke, smiling when he saw Connor’s naked shoulder beside him. Last night had been…
Well, it’d definitely been something.
Something good. Something he maybe wanted to do again, and definitely not something he regretted.
He leaned over to kiss Connor’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin, enjoying the warmth of his body.
This was nice. He could have gotten used to this kind of thing.
“Morning,” he murmured as Connor rolled over, a bubble of happiness welling up in his chest.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Connor responded, a smile spreading over his face.
“I’m getting up, but I’m not going far, okay?” Max said as he rolled out of bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. His underwear was nowhere to be seen, but he could survive going commando until he got home.
Connor made an unimpressed noise, but rolled back over a moment later, snuggling under the covers.
Max grinned. That was ador
able.
Max grabbed a t-shirt from the floor, heading into the kitchen and pulling it over his head as he went.
He realized too late that it was Connor’s t-shirt, not his own. It was tight everywhere, and shorter than he would have liked, but he couldn’t be bothered changing it. Not when he was on a mission.
He opened Connor’s fridge, grabbing bacon and eggs with a grin.
Max had always wanted to make someone breakfast the morning after. He’d screwed it up the first time, but this morning, he was making that right.
Connor deserved better. He’d showed Max nothing but kindness and patience, and Max wanted to return the favor.
Breakfast was a start.
He turned on the oven to pre-heat it for the bacon, then went in search of a baking tray and frying pan, trying not to make too much noise and wake Connor. The kitchen was well-organized, so it only took a few moments of searching for Max to find what he needed.
This was going to be great. Connor wouldn’t know what hit him.
Max let himself sink into the rhythm of beating eggs and preparing bacon. Oven-fried bacon was his only secret culinary weapon, and he planned on showing off.
He wanted Connor to like him. Whatever was going on between them, he wanted Connor to enjoy their time together.
Just as Max started to notice the smell of the bacon, Connor appeared.
Naked.
Totally, completely naked.
Max stared at him, his eyes drawn to the dark patch of hair between his legs before he looked away, not sure he should have been staring in the first place.
Although… maybe it was okay? Connor had walked in naked, after all.
“Is that bacon?” Connor asked, sitting down at the table.
He looked really great naked.
It was more distracting than Max had expected.
“Uh…” Max shook his head to clear it. “Yeah, umm… sorry I didn’t ask how you like your eggs, but I figure everyone likes scrambled?”
“I like scrambled,” Connor agreed. “Is that my shirt?”
Max looked down at the shirt he was wearing, tugging on the too-short hem. “Yeah, unless mine spontaneously shrunk.”
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