I reach out for him, taking hold of his arms.
“Sorry for making you wait,” he whispers.
“It’s fine. We’re here now.” I look around the room. “There’s a bed in here, right? I can’t see anything.”
“Yeah. It’s a spare bedroom.” He leads me deeper into the room until my legs hit a mattress. I toe my shoes off and climb on, feeling the dip of R’s weight on the bed as he does the same.
I wrap my hands around R and tug him down to kiss him. I can’t see his face, so I end up with my lips on his nose. Not bad for a first try.
He kisses me back so slowly I wonder whether something’s wrong. But then, it’s like something energises him, and he finds my mouth and kisses me hard.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he murmurs.
“Me too.” I dig my fingers into him, grabbing a handful of his shirt. “Can I take this off? I want to feel you skin to skin.”
His response is delayed by a few seconds, and I’m not sure whether he’s hesitating or whether I’m overthinking. “Okay,” he says, and in a smooth motion, he pulls the top over his head. I take my shirt off and lay on top of him, and we both let out analmost inaudible sigh as our torsos touch. I think he’s wearing jeans, and I can feel his bulge pushing into my upper thigh, precariously close to where my erection is straining.
I find his hands and slide them to my ass, and he rubs and squeezes. “God,” he whispers.
“I wore these pants for you,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah?” He gives my behind another squeeze.
I shuffle down and nip at his shoulders and his pecs. R’s fingers dip into my waistband, but my jeans are so tightly fitted that it’s difficult for him to slip his hand in.
“Wait a sec,” I murmur and push myself up. I undo the button and the zip and shuck my pants off as quickly as possible. I hear R’s zipper go, and he’s sliding his pants off as well, tossing them off the edge of the bed. Afterwards, I lay on top of him again, both of us wearing nothing but our underpants, and I shift my hips so his clothed erection slides against mine.
He sighs, then mouths at my jaw. “I missed this.”
“Me too.”
We kiss a little longer, but my body gets impatient, so I start rubbing my dick up against his, creating delicious friction.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to —” he cuts himself off.
“Going to what?” I ask.
“Do something stupid. Or come in my jocks.”
I press my hips down, and we both groan at the sensation.
“Please,” I whisper. “I want to fuck.”
His swallow is audible. “Like jerk each other or blow —”
“No,” I interrupt. Warmth blooms on my cheeks, and I wish he could see my face. One look at me blushing, and he’d know exactly what I was talking about.
“You mean…?”
“Yeah.”
Another audible swallow. “Who would…bottom?”
“I don’t mind.” I kiss him once on the corner of his lips. “I would do it if you wanted.”
“But?”
“There’s no but. I’d do it for you.” I pause because I suppose there is a but. “But…I do really want to be inside you.”
