“You can blame my best friend,” Vic said. Their hair was messy. Their body stretched out on the bed, bicep muscles twitching with each stroke of their cock. Thighs spread open, inviting, waiting. Vic’s free hand reached down and cupped their balls. It was a sight for sure. Tawson rolled the condom on, making sure it fit right, before climbing back over his lover. Because that’s what this felt like. It was a rollercoaster of quick and slow, moans and whimpers to conversations between them. Tawson realized then how used to a quiet and simple fuck he’d become. He didn’t want that with Vic.
“More like thank him,” Tawson said. “We’ll make sure they get put to good use.”
Vic wrapped their legs around Tawson’s waist, tightening around him so his cock nudged against their hole. “Fuck me, Professor.”
“I hate how much I love hearing you call me that,” Tawson whispered. He gripped his own cock and guided it to Vic’s hole. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Vic’s body tensed at the first push past the rings of muscle. Tawson pulled back, giving them a second to relax before going again. Vic’s body was unbelievably tight still, but Tawson knew it would take a few moments to adjust no matter how well they prepped. The warmth of Vic’s body and the tightness was a mix that had Tawson seeing stars. He had to keep his mind focused to not thrust in all the way. He moved slowly, pushingin slowly just a little more.
It took a couple of minutes, but finally Tawson bottomed out. He looked down, at a loss for words seeing his cock buried deep inside Vic’s ass. “Oh god, I can feel you twitching.”
Tawson looked up to lock eyes. “Yeah? Your body is hugging me perfectly, baby. That’s all because of you. You’re taking me so well.”
“I need you to move,” Vic said. Tawson leaned down and sealed their lips together in a moment of intense pleasure. Vic squeezed their ass again, sending another wave through Tawson’s body. He knew they were doing it on purpose.
Their lips parted with a small sound and Tawson adjusted himself just slightly. He held himself up by his hands on either side of Vic’s shoulders. They continued to look at each other as Tawson pulled his hips back and forth, starting a slow rhythm. He watched the slight wince turn to pleasure on Vic’s face. He repeated the motion several times until Vic was begging for more.
Tawson decided he couldn’t hold back. He could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm already building. He pulled his torso back, grabbing the back of Vic’s thighs and bending their knees to their chest. Vic cried out with the new angle but promised that it was a good move when Tawson stilled. Vic’s hands landed on top of Tawson’s, their fingers barely threading together as Tawson moved with earnest now.
Each thrust was punctuated with a grunt from Tawson or a moan from Vic. Tawson’s eyes darted up and down Vic’s body, admiring their body, their chest was flushed with the exertion. Abs contracting with each movement. Their cock was untouched, bobbing this way and that with each thrust. Tawson moved one hand to wrap around the shaft.
“Oh my god! Fuck, Tawson.” Tawson was half aware that they were probably being too loud. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop. “Fuck, fuck. Right there. I’m- ugh- I’m almost there.”
Tawson adjusted his angle ever-so-slightly and he knew he was successful in finding Vic’s prostate when their whole body jolted and they cried out much louder than expected. “Holy fuck! Holy- I’m going to come. I’m going- I’m coming. Tawson, please don’t stop.”
The words were frantic and filled with lust, but it made Tawson go harder. He could feel his own climax building and building. He turned his thrusts from quick and shallow to nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping skin joined the echoes of Vic’s pleas to keep going. He kept his hand on Vic’s cock, stroking in time with each thrust into their body. The whole thing, the sight, the feeling, the smell of sex in the air, was pushing Tawson closer and closer to the edge.
White spurts of cum spilled from Vic’s cock. The first landed on their stomach, the second below their belly button. The third and final spurt coated Tawson’s hand. He chased his own orgasm, spurred on by the aftereffects of Vic’s orgasm. His hips were losing their rhythm. He turned back to shallow thrusts until he could feel that band of pleasure break and release, flowing up his back and down his legs simultaneously.
“Oh shit, baby.” Tawson gave two more thrusts after he’d emptied his balls into the condom. He pulled out slowly and rolled over to lay next to Vic. “That was amazing.”
“You’re telling me,” Vic said. Neither of them moved for a good while. Tawson’s cock was going soft and he looked over the edge of the bed. “What’s up?”
He turned back to Vic and smiled. “You might want to invest in a wastebasket or something beside your bed. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Chapter Fourteen
~ Vic ~
“Your alarm is going off,” a low voice whispered behind them. Then there was a small grunt and the arm holding him disappeared. “Oh shit, nope that was my alarm.”
“I don’t have any classes before ten,” Vic mumbled in their sleep. Vic rolled over, chasing the warmth that Tawson took with him. “Come back,” Vic grumbled.
“You might not have class, but I do. I’m going to hop in the shower and head out. You go back to sleep.” Vic felt lips press to their skin. “I’ll text you later.”
“No, I’ll get up with you.” Vic rolled over and smiled at the sight. Tawson was still totally naked. Vic was too. They did, in fact, use the second condom before both of them were spent enough to fall asleep. Between rounds, though, they talked. A lot.
Vic opened up more about wanting to go by Vic full time and use different pronouns. They talked about the things that Vic wanted to wear or try out for themselves. Tawson talked more about his past, opened up about the months after the incidentand how he finally gave up on trying to save his marriage. He tried to keep it from Vic, but Vic pushed, promising that they wanted to be there for him as much as he was for them. After that, Tawson opened up about his old friends, his years in college before getting married. He talked about coming out and how most were accepting of it. They ended the night with Vic on their stomach, a pillow situated under their hips, and Tawson thrusting hard enough to shake the bed. Tawson joked that he hoped the frame of the bed held up.
Vic, still half-asleep, pulled themselves out of the comfort of the bed and yawned their way through finding a pair of shorts to wear. “Do you want some breakfast?”
“You don’t have to do that,” Tawson said across the hallway.
“I don’t have to, but I’d like to.” Vic didn’t bother hiding another yawn as they stretched their arms above their head. “I have eggs, toast, maybe some bacon. I think I have a couple hashbrown patties left too. Or we have leftover- Oh, I’m going to make some breakfast burritos.”
Tawson chuckled from the bathroom. The shower was already running, but he hadn’t stepped in yet. Vic stepped into the room and moved toward the toilet. They’d just spent the night fucking; pissing in front of each other didn’t seem like a big deal. Tawson’s lips pressed against the back of Vic’s shoulder once they were washing their hands. “I had fun last night. All of it.”
“Even the bare your heart and soul part of the night?” Vic’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. They locked eyes in the mirror above the sink and Vic couldn’t help but smile.
