We shimmy out of our underwear and drop them on top of our jeans. Then we go back to staring at the ceiling.
"It feels weird to still have our tops and socks on. Do you think we'd have been comfortable enough to get naked?"
"I think so," Rory says. "Don't you?"
My breath catches in my throat. My chest is paralysed. It's a moment before I can breathe again. "Yes."
I turn away and sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him. I take my socks and top off and add them to the growing pile of clothes. From how the bed moves, I can tell he's doing the same. I lie back down, careful not to look at Rory. It's not that I don't want to see him. I’m scared of how I might react when I do.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
I nod. "Do you think we would have been nervous at sixteen?"
"Yes. The first time. Maybe the first two or three times. Then we would have relaxed into it. Seeing somebody naked for the first time, especially someone you've known for most of your life, would be strange, don't you think?"
"Very. But we haven't known each other for most of our lives. We spent seventeen years apart."
"We have. But in our imaginary scenario, we have known each other all our lives."
"That's true. You're right. That would have been weird. But we would have done it anyway, wouldn't we?"
"Yes."
"Because we trust each other. Because I trust you."
I let my gaze drift to him and trace a path with my eyes from his face, down his chest, over his stomach, to his hard cock. It’s standing proud and tall. I can't help but gasp.
"You're beautiful." Realising I think that is a revelation in itself.
"So are you. I don't suppose you have any lube, do you?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah. Hold on."
I leap off the bed, get a bottle of lube out of my rucksack, and then lie down again, breathing hard as I stare at the ceiling.
"We don't have to do this," Rory says.
"I want to. I'm sorry you're having to handhold me right now."
Rory threads his fingers through mine. "I like holding your hand."
I laugh. "You know what I mean."
"I do, but I'm glad I made you laugh. Did it help?"
"Yes.”
I inhale, puff my cheeks out, and breathe out slowly. Then I flip the lid of the bottle of lube open with my thumb, hold my other hand out, and squeeze a generous splodge onto it. I hand the bottle to Rory, who does the same.
I go back to staring at the ceiling as I start to stroke myself off. I can feel the motion of Rory's arm beside me. His shoulder and elbow knock into mine. Weirdly, it spurs me on, and I try to match his pace. It doesn't take long for him to start panting and groaning. I let my gaze stray to his hand and cock. Oh, God, it's a gorgeous sight. Still jacking myself off, I turn onto my side so it's easier to flick my gaze between his face and his cock.
His face is a picture of ecstasy. His skin is flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted wide. I want to kiss him so badly. I want to kiss him while he’s touching himself and while I'm touching myself.
I never thought I could feel this way about my body or another man's, but I do. Oh, God, I do. I want to come with him. A groan rips out of my throat, my cock jerks in my hand, and cum spurts everywhere, splattering the sheets and Rory's thigh and stomach.
As I fight to catch my breath, I continue to watch Rory. He comes seconds later. The moan he releases is fucking glorious. I'm utterly fascinated by how his cum erupts from the head of his cock, like a fountain. Droplets rain down on his stomach, intermingling with mine.
He pants, licks his lips, and opens his eyes. "It sounded like you were enjoying yourself."
