Wasting no time, I rifle through my bedside table drawer and pull out a container of water-based lubricant. It’s the cheapest one I could find at Chemist Warehouse, but I’ve used it before when jerking off, and it does the job. I squirt a handful of the stuff onto my palm, then wrap it around both of us.
It feels nice, but I’m more interested in the way Jude’s eyes flutter close. God. I’ve spent the last few months thinking nothing could be hotter than a stranger’s hands and mouth on me in a pitch-black room. But the sight alone of Jude sitting on top of me, dick glistening with lube, mouth parted, blows all of those experiences out of the water. Every sensation is amplified just because I’m able to see.
I jerk us off slowly, the way I usually do when I do it to myself. Jude’s impatient, though, because he cants his hips, so he’s fucking my fist. “Aaron,” he breathes.
Scratch that. Things aren’t different just because I can see. It’s because I’m no longer doing this with a faceless stranger — I’m doing it with Jude.
I stroke both of us a little longer, and while my fist feels nice, I’m riveted by the way Jude’s cock slides against mine, the ridge of his tip pushing against mine.
Eventually, Jude nudges my hand out of the way and takes control, and I sigh as his hand wraps around us both. Then it starts moving fast and hard, and I inhale sharply, sucking in my stomach as my toes curl.
“J-Jude. If you go that fast, I’m gonna c—” I press my lips together to suppress a moan as his hand tightens around the heads.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Jude asks, blinking innocently as his hand slows to a stop.
“Yes. We just started.”
“Alright.” He smiles deviously, and I wonder if he smiled like that when we hooked up at school. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do it.”
“What about what you said at Mimi’s party?”
His expression flickers, and I wish I’d worded the sentence differently. I don’t want to bring up memories of that disaster of a night right now.
“What part?” he asks.
I take a breath. “When you said you wanted to be inside me.”
Jude blinks once, and in the lamplight, his lashes cast a shadow against his cheeks. A slow smile spreads across his lips. “Oh yeah? You’d like that?”
I nod.
“It might be a little painful. Maybe a lot,” he warns.
“That’s okay,” I say. “I want to do it. And I’ve done research.”
“Me too,” he says. “Have you fingered yourself before?”
“I’ve tried, but uh, not for long.” Every time I attempted it, it never felt as good as I heard it was supposed to be. It just felt like I had a finger in my ass, so I always returned to my usual technique of stroking my dick. “I want you to do it, though,” I tellJude. It’s not because I expect it to feel amazing — although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little hopeful — but because I want to be close to him. I want to go beyond everything else we’ve done before because it’s different now, and I’m so grateful we’ve made up. I want to feel the intimacy. I want to feel his entire body pressed against mine.
Jude’s eyes flare with arousal. It’s thrilling to see, especially when he’s usually so composed. “Okay. Let’s do it. Should I…stretch you out?”
I nod again. My stomach clenches, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. “I think it’ll be easier if I turn over.”
Jude climbs off me, and I flip over so I’m on my hands and knees. I widen my legs, and the fact I’m exposed feels like a physical touch.
“Fuck, Aaron,” Jude murmurs, so low I’m not sure if he means for me to hear. “You’re so…”
I never hear the end of the sentence because he grabs a handful of my ass, making my cock throb.
He moves around so he’s kneeling behind me, and I feel the warmth of his chest near my shoulders when he reaches over to grab the lube bottle. There’s a rustle, and then another, as he slips my jocks off from where they were resting halfway down my legs. I glance over my shoulder to see him rubbing lube between both hands.
“To warm it up,” he explains, then shuffles closer. “I’m going to touch you now.”
I ready myself for it, but when a hand wraps around my cock, I tense in surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to touch methere. A second later, though, a fingertip gently rubs down the crack of my buttocks and pauses at my hole. His touch is so light that I lean backwards, wanting more.
As one hand slowly strokes my dick, keeping it hard, the other hand circles my entrance, over and over and over, untilI’m about to say something. That’s when one blunt finger pushes and slips in easily. His finger slides in slightly deeper, then out, then in again.
“Are you ready for another?” Jude whispers.
