“I do,” Vic said. “I just- I didn’t know if this.” Vic waved a hand over their body, like it was something to be ashamed of. “Would change your mind or not.”
“Baby.” Tawson pulled Vic up into a sitting position. They were going to talk about this before anything happened. He could see Vic was still worried, still had that voice saying they couldn’t be accepted as they were. “I promise it does not change how I feel about you. No matter what you decide you like or don’t like, how you want to dress, how you want to be addressed. Well, unless you suddenly start liking pineapple on your pizza. I might draw the line at that.”
Vic chuckled softly. But the lower mood passed and Vic was smiling when they looked back up. “And you’re okay if I switch between how I feel? Like, I might feel more one way or neither. Or maybe just throw in a random day where I want to try something new.”
“It’s your choice, Vic.” Tawson smiled warmly. Despite the intentions when they came into the room and his still half-hard cock, Tawson was glad they were having this conversation. He never wanted to push Vic, but he could see they were struggling. “If you want to go by he / him, that’s fine. They / them, totally cool. If you want to go by anything else, Princess, just tell me.” He made sure Vic was looking at him before he spoke again, wanting each word to sink in. “This is your life. It’s your choice how you live it.”
Vic didn’t say anything, but moved suddenly, pushing Tawson back to the mattress with a huge smile. “Do you think we could start with using the neutral pronouns? I know you’ve been doing it and I’ve been thinking of myself with those pronouns, but I think I really want to try it out loud between us and then maybe at the club meeting on Thursday.”
“I think that is a perfect idea,” Tawson said. He wrapped a hand around the back of Vic’s head and pulled them in for a kiss. Vic let their weight fall on top of Tawson and they shared a small laugh at the way Tawson huffed at the movement. In retaliation, Tawson wrapped his arms around Vic and rolled them once more so Vic was under him again.
“I have supplies this time,” Vic said again with a small smile. “Just don’t judge how many there are because I did not ask for that many. Joe went a little overboard.”
“What are best friends for?” Tawson asked jokingly. He’d had his fair share of supply and demand in high school and college for a spare condom. “Does he know about us?”
“No,” Vic said. “I trust him with my life, but I wouldn’t do that to you without asking you first. He is coming over Thursday. I was planning on talking to him about everything else. Oh god.”
The conversation dropped when Tawson mouthed over Vic’s clothed nipple. The small nub was already hard and he lookedback down, noting how the moisture from his mouth left a small, wet spot on Vic’s camisole. He moved to the other side and did the same thing. Vic’s hands were in his hair. Tawson’s hands slid up and down Vic’s thighs. They didn’t have much hair on their legs to begin with and the little bit he felt was like soft peach fuzz.
“I can’t wait to see what you have under here,” Tawson whispered. His eyes looked up to Vic. Their eyes were closed but Tawson watched them lick their lips before parting them and letting out a long moan. Tawson’s right hand traveled well under the skirt and teased along the hem of the underwear. Tawson had seen them in pictures and glimpses over dinner, but he knew that wasn’t going to compare. Not even close.
“I have another little surprise for you,” Vic said. “Not really for you, but you know what- Shit. Fuck, Tawson. You know what I mean.”
Tawson’s fingers skimmed over the fabric blindly, feeling the way Vic’s cock twitched. He wanted to get his mouth on every inch of skin and the thought of prepping Vic, sucking their cock, even eating them out while wearing the skirt was overwhelming. Tawson loved that Vic was comfortable with him to wear this, to show that side of them. He wanted to give Vic all the good memories of wearing the clothes.
He moved back up to seal their lips together once more. “What’s your safe word?”
“What do you have in mind where I’ll need one?” Vic asked. There were no nerves in the question, just curiosity.
“You should always have a safe word,” Tawson said. “I know we used the traffic light system. If that works for you, we’ll stay with that.”
“It’s fine with me,” Vic said.
“Good.” Tawson kissed the tip of their nose and smiled fondly at Vic. “Because I want to make this last, but I also want to fuck you into this mattress so hard you’re crying my name.”
Vic’s eyes widened at the words, but the expression quickly changed to pure lust and Tawson laughed as Vic squirmed underneath him. Tawson let Vic stand up while he fell to his back on the mattress, situating himself so he was back with his head on one of the two pillows. He reached a hand out for the bottle of lube and Vic placed one, and then two, condom packets on the bedside table before closing the drawer. “We don’t have to use both,” Vic said quickly. “Just in case.”
“Come here.” Tawson smiled and wrapped his fingers around Vic’s hips when they straddled Tawson’s body. They were still fully clothed and the fabric of the skirt was stretched as tight as it would go, accentuating the thighs they were meant to cover. “God, I can’t tell if I want you to keep the clothes on or rip them off.”
Tawson was hard as a rock and he knew Vic could feel the bulge behind his pants. Those would be the first thing to come off. Vic leaned down and kissed Tawson, both of them going slow and letting the other give and take. It was calm and sweet. Intimate. Tawson loved it.
Vic’s small whimper spurred him on. His hands snaked under the skirt and gripped their ass, spreading their cheeks. Vic thrust their hips, creating an enticing friction against Tawson’s slacks. “Fuck, baby. I need to get these pants off.”
“Let me,” Vic said against his lips. Vic sat back up and took Tawson’s hand to pull him into a partly sitting position. Tawson’s abs clenched at holding the position long enough for Vic to help him out of the shirt. Then their mouth was on eitherpec, trailing down his stomach, and Tawson fell back to the bed, letting Vic explore. Vic made quick work of the belt and it landed with a clunk off the side of the bed. Before Tawson could say anything, Vic had his pants undone and was trying to pull them over Tawson’s hips.
“Slow down, Princess. I promise, we have time.”
Vic’s cheeks tinted a beautiful pink. Tawson reached his hand down and cupped the side of Vic’s face. Tawson reminded himself to take his own advice because he couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. They’d fooled around a handful of times, but a couple of blowjobs and penetrative sex were different. In his mind, at least. Maybe not to some, but it felt like tonight, they really wouldn’t be able to go back from this. He knew deep in his chest that he was already all in with Vic.
With the person that was so scared of people knowing the real them, but trusted Tawson for an inexplicable reason. With the person that made him laugh and feel somewhat normal and respected his boundaries. And most of all, with the first person he wanted to be with romantically that believed him when he described his past.
Tawson’s mind came back to the moment when Vic’s touch left him. He opened his eyes and couldn’t help the smile tugging the corners of his lips upward. Tawson’s pants were down to his knees and his cock was tenting the navy briefs he wore obscenely. “What’s up?”
“You just looked so blissed out,” Vic said. “I mean, your eyes were closed and your mouth was kind of slack-jawed, but you were being unusually still. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I am, Vic. I promise. I just got lost in my thoughts of how good this is. How good I feel.” Vic moved to the side andstretched their body along Tawson’s. Tawson took the chance to kick his pants off the rest of the way. Vic did the same with their tank top and then, after a cheeky smirk to Tawson, shimmied out of the skirt. They were left in the underwear and good fucking god-
They were amazing in full view.
