“Turn your head,” Ian panted.“Wanna see your face.”Sam did, laying his cheek on the floor and thrusting his hips back, trying to tell Ian to take what he wanted.All of it.Fill him up.“Yeah, kiddo.Love that.You’re so close.”Ian thrust harder, his balls slapping, friction from his cock in Sam’s ass hot enough to start a fire.Sam’s orgasm built behind his nuts, fed by the two of them slapping together.
He started mindless, begging babble.“PleaseIanohfuckpleaseIan.”
“There you go, kiddo, come for me,” Ian said, twisting his hand and shoving in deeper than Sam thought possible.
Sam screamed his lungs out, shooting cum out onto the floor and Ian’s hand, toes curling, ass convulsing.He had that crazy, unraveling feeling in his balls, ricocheting through his dick and his ass, his whole body getting in on the act, everything coming together to let go.Thrusting himself back instinctively, trying to get Ian deeper for that last, extra sensation.
Ian fucked him hard and fast through it, then shoved into him once more and held there.“Jesus, Sam,” he groaned, grinding his hips right up against Sam’s ass.Sam felt the rush of warm cum inside him, and it felt better than ever.Ian stroked lazily a few times while Sam gasped with aftershocks, his legs jerking.
Fuck, that felt amazing.
Slowly, they came down, Ian murmuring to him.The kilt trapped between them became itchy rather than stimulating.“Oh, fuck, Sam, that was ...Oh fuck.”Ian kept whispering variations on that theme for a minute or two, then they lay there quietly, Ian rasping the back of Sam’s neck with his cheek and chin, then kissing and licking him.
“Need to take that ball stretcher off,” Ian mumbled.“Not good to leave that thing on you too long your first time.”When he pulled out, itreallyfelt different.Ian unsnapped the leather strap, and Sam yelped when the nerve endings in his nuts started lodging protests.He scrunched his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to curl up into a ball.
The sensation settled down soon.It felt like his foot waking up after falling asleep, except it wasn’t his foot, it was his testicles.Big difference.Ian rubbed gentle circles on his back until Sam relaxed again.“You okay, kiddo?”
Sam exhaled long and slow.“Yeah, think so.Just sorta shocking.”
“You ever gonna want to wear that again?”
Sam opened his eyes and turned to look at Ian’s face.He looked like it might really matter to him.“I could do that again.The feeling when it’s on is worth it.”Even after everything they’d just done, he blushed admitting it.
Ian smiled at him.“Good.You looked sexy with it on.Next time I want you to see yourself in the mirror.”Ian kissed his cheek.“You gangle.”
“’Kay,” Sam sighed happily, laying his cheek back down on the floor and closing his eyes.Ian chuckled, but lay next to him, half on him and half off, rubbing his back.
And sheesh, his nuts reallydidfeel different.Was it the hairless thing?Sam thought about it, trying to pin down the sensation.
Ian kissed between his eyebrows.“You must be thinking hard,” he murmured.“You have that line between your brows.”
“I’m trying to figure out why it feelssodifferent.Maybe it’s the cum drying on my—Ian!”Sam’s eyes popped open, and his head shot off the floor.
Ian froze at his cry.“What?”he asked, alert and still.Like maybe Sam had seen a burglar.Or a mouse.
Sam groaned and pounded his forehead against the floor once.“No condom.”
Ian went suddenly limp.“Fuck.”
They didn’t talk about it, not right away.Sam couldn’t make himself look as Ian pushed himself off the floor, then pulled Sam up by his wrist, leading him to bed.“Get in, kiddo,” he said softly, watching as Sam lay down and pulled the blankets up.Then he walked around the bed, losing his kilt on the way, and crawled in on the other side.Sam felt him scooting under the blankets until he was there and warm and wrapping Sam up.Pulling Sam’s head onto his shoulder.
It was hard not to feel loved when Ian did this.Sam had to fight it with everything in him.He could have the romance novel sex fantasies (’cause Ian was clearly superlative at fulfilling those), but he had to keep reminding himself that while Ian may have feelings, he might never come through on the Big Declaration.Sam couldn’t count on, “I love you, I can’t live without you.You complete me.”Or even just, “You’ll do.”
So this no condom thing?That was a potential problem.Not like a romance novel problem.There would be no unplanned pregnancy that would force Ian to offer marriage and keep them in close proximity until the scales fell from his eyes and he realized Sam made his heart beat.
There was no HIV trope.Sam wracked his brain, but he couldn’t come up with a single literary example of a sexually transmitted disease morphing into true love.He was pretty sure sexually transmitted diseases were a no-no in Romancelandia, even for evil exes.
That was what he should be worried about, right?The possibility of getting something from Ian.Except he knew Ian hadn’t been with anyone for a long time before they got together, and he was all but positive Ian hadn’t been with anyone since they’d met.Sam certainly didn’t have anything to give to Ian.Not only was he practically a monk for months before they met, but he’d been tested twice since he and Marley broke up.
“I haven’t been with anyone except you since before my accident,” Ian said.
“I know,” Sam whispered, swirling his fingers in Ian’s chest hair.He sighed.
They lay there quietly a few seconds until Ian jostled him, like he was expecting something from Sam.He lifted his head and looked at Ian.
Ian swallowed.“What about you?”
Sam blinked.Holy shit, Ian was worriedhe’dbeen with someone else?“I haven’t been with anyone for over a year.I blew a guy at a party after Marley and I broke up, but I used a condom.”
