“Me, too,” Nally said, eyes bright, pupils dilated.
“Brilliant,” Jude said on an exhale, then dove into kissing Nally again.
They were getting somewhere. Both of them were heating up and getting harder. It was exactly where things needed to go.Nally tugged Jude forward, rolling to his back so Jude was on top. Jude took advantage of the position to kiss Nally harder and to slip his hand between the two of them to stroke their cocks together.
Nally made a sound of appreciation and grabbed Jude’s ass, pulling at his cheek. Jude suddenly became deeply aware of his hole and how badly he wanted it stuffed. Every one of his fantasies of Nally going at him came rushing back to his mind, and he had to let go of their cocks and focus on kissing for a while to stop himself from coming far too soon.
The kissing was good, though. It was hot and urgent. They took unspoken turns exploring each other’s mouths, tongues rubbing and tasting. The secret space they’d created for themselves under ancient bedcovers had heated to the point where a sexy level of sweat broke out all over Jude’s body.
He shifted to the side, tugging Nally with him until Nally was half on top of him. For some reason, Nally’s movements were suddenly awkward, even though they still managed to kiss the strangeness away.
The bubble broke when Nally muscled himself up, reached toward the condoms on the bedside table, and said, “Do you want me to put one on you?”
Jude blinked. The question made no sense at first. Until it did. “I don’t really need to wear one if you’re the one who’s going to do the fucking.”
Nally froze, his arm outstretched. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“I—” Jude’s mouth dropped open. “I thought…. I’m usually a bottom.”
Nally’s eyes went wide. “Fuck! I’m almost always a bottom, too.”
“Shit.” All energy drained from Jude’s body as he sank into the mattress.
“I’ve only topped one time in my life, and that ended up being a total disaster,” Nally went on, slipping to fall at Jude’s side.
“I’ve topped a couple times, but it’s been ages,” Jude said, a weird, hysterical feeling bubbling up in him. “Honestly, I love the feeling of having my hole stretched and my insides rearranged.”
“Me, too,” Nally said.
A moment of absolute horror crackled in the air between them.
Then Nally started to giggle. His eyes sparkled and his face was so bright with the ridiculousness of it all that Jude couldn’t help but snort into laughter as well.
The spell broke, and the two of them flopped onto their backs in the overheated bed.
“I can’t believe it,” Jude said. “This is completely mad.”
“Why didn’t it dawn on us that we’re both bottoms?” Nally asked, still laughing uncontrollably.
“I’m not married to the position,” Jude said, everything within him relaxing as he tried and failed to be serious. “I could be vers if I needed to.”
“So could I, but this is definitely the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in,” Nally said.
“God, we’re a complete mess,” Jude somehow managed to groan in the middle of his laughter, rubbing his hands over his face. “We are such wankers.”
“We absolutely are,” Nally said. “But at least this solves the sex problem.”
“This does not in any way solve the sex problem,” Jude said, turning his head to stare at Nally. He meant that from the bottom of the heart, especially since he had the horrible feeling it actually made the sex problem worse. But in the moment, he still felt enough of a strange sense of lightness that the problem didn’t feel so bad.
Nally shifted to his side and grinned at Jude. “It’s too bad we don’t have any porn up here.” His hand brushed across Jude’s belly toward his once again soft cock.
“I could grab my phone and see if we have maybe a shred of internet,” Jude said, slipping his hand across Nally’s hip to cup his backside.
Nally made a face. “That would mean getting out of this nice, warm bed to find it. I’m not ready for that.”
“Neither am I,” Jude said.
“Okay, close your eyes,” Nally went on with a mischievous grin.
