Action

by Quinn Anderson

  Just when Pete thought he couldn’t take the teasing anymore, Evan pushed himself up into a kneeling position, one leg on either side of Pete’s, and dug into his front pocket. He extracted a condom and held it up. The wrapper gleamed dimly in the light.

  Pete got infinitesimally harder at the sight of it alone. God, it felt like he’d been waiting to get fucked by Evan for years. He suspected this was going to redefine what sex meant to him.

  The need to give back reared its head again, but the second Pete reached for Evan’s sweatpants, he pushed his hands away. Evan tore the condom wrapper open, shifted down Pete’s body, and rolled the condom onto him like a pro. Which, point in fact, he was. He gave Pete a leisurely, loose-fisted stroke. Pete’s brain short-circuited. His head fell back against the sofa even as his hips arced off it, chasing the touch.

  “Please don’t think I’m complaining,” Pete panted, “but I really wasn’t expecting to be the one wearing the condom tonight.”

  “Shh,” Evan said. “Let me take care of you.”

  Pete started to ask what Evan’s plan was, but the words never even made it out of his throat. Evan scooted down his body, locked eyes with him, and gripped the base of his cock. Without looking away, he swirled his tongue once around the head before taking Pete into his mouth.

  That alone was exquisite, but when Evan sank down until his nose was buried in Pete’s pubic hair, Pete’s whole body convulsed. He gripped Evan’s shoulders for dear life. Evan’s mouth felt heavenly: burning hot with just the right amount of suction. It wasn’t quite what Pete wanted, though. Evan should get off too.

  “Wait,” he attempted. “If we change positions, I’ll—”

  Evan swallowed around him in answer. Pete’s eyes shuttered closed against his will, and his grip on Evan’s shoulders tightened. Evan was apparently the king of deep-throating, because he took all of Pete in like it was nothing. He sunk down to the root and pulled back again without hesitation. Pete stared at the mesmerizing sight, slack mouthed and vibrating with need.

  Evan popped off long enough to say, “Relax. This is just to take the edge off. I have plans for our first time, and if you’re bursting to get off, I might not be able to do it the way I want to.” He licked a long stripe up Pete’s cock. “And I want to do it thoroughly.”

  Pete swore his dick got even harder just listening to him. He closed his eyes and leaned back, relaxing into the sofa. Evan sunk down on him again, all swirling tongue and perfect friction.

  “Christ,” Pete murmured, more to himself than to Evan. “You’re so good at this.” He forced his eyes open, needing to see what was happening to believe it. Evan’s lips were already dark pink and shiny with saliva. He wrapped them around the head of his dick and suckled at it in a way that made Pete’s thoughts turn to gibberish.

  Pete slipped a shaking hand into Evan’s hair, not pressing, just feeling the soft, fine strands. It was like the touch opened up another circuit of connection between them, and suddenly everything felt more intense. Evan held the base of his cock steady as he took him in again and again. There wasn’t even a hint of teeth, just delicious, mind-numbing pleasure.

  Pete felt a familiar twinge low in his belly as Evan’s free hand dipped down to fondle his balls. The combination of sensations was already becoming too much.

  “Evan,” he whispered, “I’m close.” He didn’t usually come so fast. It was a little embarrassing, but he guessed when it came to receiving oral, stamina didn’t matter. Instead of making him back off, that seemed to spur Evan on. He redoubled his efforts, taking Pete’s cock deeply into his mouth and sucking until his cheeks hollowed. When Evan rolled the heel of his hand against Pete’s balls, Pete came undone.

  He tightened his fingers in Evan’s hair and tried to shout a warning, but then he was coming. His eyes slammed shut and his whole body went rigid as sharp pleasure lanced through him. Evan kept sucking, milking his orgasm. Just when he reached the brink of overstimulation, Evan pulled off. Pete deflated into the sofa and spent a minute breathing heavily.

  When he could form a coherent thought again, he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Christ, Evan. That was . . . wow.”

  Evan looked so pleased with himself, Pete couldn’t help but quip, “Joke’s on you. Now I’m going to sleep for a week.”

  “Oh no you don’t.” Evan climbed to his feet and reached down for Pete. “I have an entire catalog of sexual acts I want to do with you. We’re going to get through at least some of them tonight.”

  The idea made Pete’s mouth water. “I’d like that.” He wobbled on unsteady feet and grabbed Evan for support. He happened to glance down, and his eyes snapped to Evan’s groin. The sweatpants did nothing to hide his erection, tenting the soft material in the front. Evan had to be hard to the point of pain.

  Pete grinned. “Want some help with that?”

  Evan palmed himself and shuddered. Even though Pete had just come, his cock twitched in response. “I’m all right for now. Sometimes riding the edge for a while makes it better in the long run.”

  “We’ll find out soon enough.” Pete ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

  Evan smirked. “C’mon. We need to relocate before the real fun can begin.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I live with—”

  Something brushed against Pete’s foot. He yelped and jumped away, heart pounding.

  “—two furry assholes.” Evan gestured at the foot of the couch. “That’s Scout.”

  Pete almost clapped a hand over his mouth. A striped tabby with two tails and a lumpy, misshapen body had appeared out of the shadows and was staring expectantly at him with big, green eyes. Pete was just debating making a run for it when a lump split off and took the form of a second, almost identical cat.

  “And that’s Sentry,” Evan concluded. “They’re twin sisters.”

  “Oh thank God,” Pete said, wiping a hand across his mouth. “I thought you lived near a nuclear power plant or something.”

  “Actually, your theory could be right. They’re both little monsters, which is why we need to relocate. They have issues with personal boundaries.”

  “So, if we’d kept having sex out here . . .?”

  “. . . One of us would have gotten pounced on. Or worse, scratched somewhere unfortunate.”

  “The perils of cat ownership.” Pete started to pull his jeans up, then he remembered the now-used condom. “Um. Where should I—”

  Without a word, Evan pulled the condom carefully off of him. He disappeared through a doorway on the left that Pete hadn’t noticed in his pre-orgasm haze. He returned a moment later. “Kitchen’s that way, by the way.”

  “You threw that in your kitchen trash?”

  “I’m a porn star. Believe me when I say my garbage collectors have seen worse.”

  Pete grinned. “Fair enough. So, your room?”

  “My room.”

  Evan took his hand and led him through the living room and down a short hallway. He opened a single door at the end of it and flipped a light switch, illuminating a room with large windows and pale-green walls.

  Whatever Pete had expected from Evan’s room, this wasn’t it. Comic book paraphernalia of all shapes and sizes dotted the shelves, the way books did in Pete’s room. From the stacks of DVDs to the Catwoman posters on the wall, it was a marked difference from the style of the rest of the apartment.

  He glanced at Evan and raised an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, I know. It’s like an eighteen-year-old’s dorm room. I made an agreement with my mom. The rest of the place can pretend an adult lives here, but my room is mine.”

  “I like it.” Pete looked around. “It suits you. I thought the living room was nice, but it wasn’t as personal.”

  “There’s a metaphor in there somewhere,” Evan joked. “Something about what we display on the outside versus how we are on the inside. Fill in the blanks as you please.”

  Just then, Scout and Sentry appeared at the threshold, mewling. Evan fi
rmly shut the door on them. Two sets of paws appeared under the door, but after a minute, they disappeared.

  When he seemed satisfied, Evan walked over to the bed, which Pete was relieved to see was devoid of Spider-Man sheets, and sat down. He didn’t motion for Pete to join him. Instead, he waved at his walls, as if to indicate that Pete should feel free to look around.

  Pete relished the opportunity to take a peek at Evan’s sanctum sanctorum. He started with the Catwoman posters, pointing to one featuring Halle Berry. “Big fan?”

  “You could say that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you know what Catwoman’s real name is?”

  “Uh.” Pete thought about it. “No.”

  “Selina Kyle.”

  “You named yourself after her?”

  “Yup. She was always my favorite.”

  “That explains so much,” Pete murmured. Evan gave him a quizzical look, so he added, “I’ve thought since the moment I met you that you have feline mannerisms. Between your two pets and this, it makes sense. Why do you like her so much?”

  “I’m a sucker for a well-written villain.”

  “I thought she was a good guy.”

  “She might have graduated to antihero in more recent portrayals, but classically speaking, she’s always been bad.”

  Pete snorted and moved on. Evan didn’t have a desk by his window like Pete did. Instead, he had a telescope that Pete recognized from the photos he’d texted to him. There was a black stool near it, upon which lay a leather-bound journal.

  Pete pointed at it. “For recording alien sightings?”

  “Of course not. I do what any sensible American would do and post my sightings on the internet.”

  “Can you even see anything out here?”

  “We’re far enough away from the city center that the light pollution isn’t so bad. If it’s really clear out, like it is tonight, I can see planets and the bigger stars.” Evan got up and walked over to him. “Want to see?”

  Just having Evan near him again made him see stars, but he nodded anyway.

  “Don’t touch it,” Evan instructed, inching closer. “It’s already pointing where I want it. Look through here. See if you can pick out the constellation.”

  Evan moved behind Pete, ostensibly to guide him. Evan wasn’t touching him, but Pete swore he could feel him in the scant inches between them. Breathless, he peered through the eyepiece on the telescope. At first, the stretch of sky it was pointed at just looked like the regular swath of faint stars he was accustomed to, but after a moment, he was able to pick out a pattern. It was one he recognized.

  “Your tattoo.” Pete half turned and brushed a finger over Evan’s forearm.

  “Good eye,” Evan said. “That was the first constellation I ever picked out when I got into astronomy.”

  “Which one is it?”

  “It’s Aquarius, the water bearer.”

  “I’m an Aquarius.”

  Evan’s voice was suddenly deep. “I know. You told me your birthday’s the sixth, right?”

  Pete nodded. “Yeah. Funny coincidence.”

  Evan slanted his face toward him, and when he spoke next, his breath brushed Pete’s cheek. “As it just so happens, I don’t believe in coincidences.”

  Pete swallowed hard. “What’s your other tattoo?”

  “Perseus. I don’t think we can see that one. It’s not as bright.”

  “That’s okay.” Pete abandoned the telescope and slid his arms over Evan’s shoulders. “I gotta hand it to you. Bringing a boy up to your room and showing him the stars? That’s a good move.”

  “You saw through my clever seduction technique,” Evan teased. “Guess that means we can’t have sex now.”

  Pete huffed. “Mood killer.”

  “I think I can revive it.” He licked a long line up Pete’s neck that made his whole body tingle.

  Pete made a small noise and pressed closer. Evan feathered kisses along his jawline. Evan’s voice was soft and acutely vulnerable as he said, “I was so worried you weren’t going to show up. That you’d change your mind. Every minute was agony.”

  “I couldn’t get to you fast enough.” Pete brushed their lips together. “This is your last chance, you know.”

  “For what?”

  Pete ghosted his fingers down the side of Evan’s face, lingering over the sharp cut of the cheekbone. “Last chance to decide you don’t want this after all.”

  Evan breathed out a laugh. “I can’t even say how badly I want this.” And this time, when he kissed Pete, it was slow, like magma rolling down a hill.

  It didn’t stay slow.

  The second Evan’s lips touched his, all the urgency Pete had felt before came rushing back. His world narrowed to two things: how good it felt to touch Evan, and his burning, all-encompassing desire to get as close to him as possible. He didn’t just want Evan. He needed him.

  As Evan kissed him—deeply, desperately, purposefully—the outside world melted away. He knew eventually the sun would rise, time would march on, and he’d have to do things like go to work and class and be an adult, but none of that mattered right now. What mattered was he was in a room with a bed, with a man he wanted down to his marrow. As far as Pete was concerned, time had taken the night off.

  Pete, Evan mouthed against his skin. There was no breath behind it, no actual words. He was letting him feel the shape of his own name on Evan’s lips. He had both hands on Pete’s waist and was holding him like Pete was the only thing tethering Evan to the earth. Pete leaned into the firm, possessive touch, urging him on.

  But Evan clearly wasn’t satisfied with just touching for long. He reached for the remainder of Pete’s clothing. Pete had only partially refastened his jeans, and Evan quickly undid them and pushed them down. Pete was able to wriggle out of them with minimal effort. That left him with his shirt and sweater, both of which Evan was already inching up his abdomen.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Pete murmured. “I’m always the first one to get naked. It’s your turn.” He fumbled with Evan’s sweatpants.

  Far from protesting, Evan watched Pete drag the soft fabric down over tight underwear that outlined his cock beautifully. Pete let the sweatpants drop, pooling at Evan’s feet. Evan dutifully stepped out of them. His attention vacillated between Pete’s face and his hands as if he couldn’t decide which he was more enraptured by.

  Pete thumbed the elastic waistband of his underwear. “Want these off?”

  Evan whimpered in lieu of an answer.

  Pete slid them down an inch at a time. “You shouldn’t have gotten me off first. Now I’m going to tease you.”

  “Please don’t,” Evan begged. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  “We’ll see about that.” As soon as Pete pushed the underwear down enough to free Evan’s dick, he lost his resolve.

  Evan’s cock was precisely as he’d imagined it from all the times he’d felt it against him: not overly long, but thick and dark with blood. It rose straight out from carefully maintained pubic hair. The shape of it was what got him, though. It was perfect, like Evan should be used as the model upon which dicks were based. No wonder he’d become a porn star. Words kept popping into Pete’s head: epitome, proverbial, quintessential. They bobbed around in the rising tide of lust that was sweeping through him.

  Pete wrapped his hand around Evan’s cock automatically, eager to feel its velvety heat. Evan pressed his lips together, visibly restraining himself.

  “Don’t do that,” Pete said as he stroked him once, slowly, from base to tip. “Don’t hold anything back.”

  “I won’t,” Evan panted. “I swear. Just don’t stop.”

  Pete watched his foreskin slide over the head, and his mouth watered. “Fuck, you have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.”

  Evan shivered and seemed to gather himself. “Considering our profession, that is a serious compliment.” He nosed Pete’s chin. “Bed?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Evan led him to it by
the hand and pushed him down onto the blue duvet. Then he sat astride Pete’s hips and peeled his shirt off. Pete was momentarily speechless. Seeing Evan naked while posing for a photographer was very different from seeing him naked and flushed on top of him, breathing hard and looking at him with such want it seared his skin.

  “Holy shit.”

  Pete hadn’t intended to say that aloud.

  Evan laughed. “My sentiments exactly.” He yanked Pete’s sweater and shirt over his head and tossed them carelessly behind him. He ran both hands down Pete’s chest to his stomach. The touch was maddeningly light, the pads of Evan’s fingers dancing down the outline of Pete’s ribs. Pete tensed beneath it, unintentionally making the subtle outline of his abs pop out beneath his skin. Evan leaned down and kissed each and every one of them in turn.

  At this point, Pete was so hard he couldn’t see straight. He shifted his hips under Evan until their erections met. They moaned in unison.

  “Eager?” Evan teased. “I got you off before so I could take my time with you. But it seems you’re going to be gagging for it no matter what I do.”

  Pete bucked his hips again, desperate for whatever friction he could get. “Please, Evan, do something, anything. I can’t take it.”

  Evan let out a taut breath. “On your stomach.”

  Pete scrambled to comply, flipping over. As soon as his back was turned, Evan’s weight disappeared from the bed. Pete craned his neck to look behind him. Evan riffled in the top drawer of his nightstand for a second before extracting lube and condoms, which he tossed unceremoniously onto the bedspread. Pete tried not to stare. Three condoms? He swallowed thickly just as Evan’s weight returned. Instead of straddling his hips again, Evan kneeled between his knees. There was the sound of a cap opening, a squirting noise, and then a brush of fingers at the small of his back. A warning.

  “Ready?”

  Anticipation curled in Pete’s gut. “Yeah.”

  Evan breeched him slowly, too slowly: just one finger that was slippery with lube. Pete could take more than that. He said as much, but Evan’s measured pace didn’t change. Pete would have to be patient.