His mouth opens above mine. I lick into it, tasting coffee and something sweet, and my hands slide down from his face to his back, pulling him closer. He rolls his hips, probably on instinct, probably not even thinking about it, and my brain short-circuits.
"Fuck," I breathe against his lips.
"Yeah." He rolls his hips again, deliberate this time. "That's kind of the idea."
My hands find his ass, squeezing, and he moans into my mouth. The sound goes straight to my dick.
"Doc." I pull back just enough to see his face. His lips are red, eyes dark, cheeks flushed. Gorgeous. "Can we... I want..."
The words stick in my throat. My face is burning.
"Can we have sex?"
Doc tilts his head, studying me. Then his expression shifts, understanding dawning.
"Oh." A slow smile spreads across his face. "You mean penetration?"
I'm pretty sure my face is the color of a fire truck now. But I pull him closer, pressing our foreheads together. "Yeah. That."
His grin turns wicked. "Do you want me to fuck you, G?"
I squirm. Actually squirm, like a teenager. "I'm not... I don't think I'm ready for that. Maybe not ever? Is that… is that okay?"
The teasing drops from his expression, replaced by something softer. "Gavin. Yes. That's completely fine." He strokes his hand down my chest and lower, palming me through my shorts. My eyes nearly cross. "I'm vers. And I would really, really like you inside me."
"Yeah?" My voice comes out strangled.
"Yeah." He strokes again, and I have to grip his hips to keep from bucking up. "So what do you say?"
"Yes. Please. God, yes, can we do that?"
He laughs, bright and happy, and something in my chest loosens. This is good. We're good.
"Have you ever done anal before?" he asks, fingers working at the button of my shorts. "With anyone?"
"No, but I was researching—" I cut off, embarrassed.
Doc's fingers pause. "Researching?"
"Online. You know. Videos."
His eyebrows shoot up. "You were watching porn as research?"
"I couldn't exactly ask Tyler what he was doing to get those sounds out of Ethan, could I?"
Doc stares at me for a second, then bursts out laughing. Full-body, head-thrown-back laughing. "Oh holy hell, Gavin."
"It seemed practical!"
"It's adorable." He's still giggling as he pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me. His hands run up my chest, pushing my shirt with them. "Also, I have bad news for you."
"What?"
"Porn is not an accurate educational resource."
"I'm starting to figure that out."
He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it somewhere. His follows a second later. Then he's leaning down, kissing along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone.
