Sam was gentle and patient, and Ollie let himself get lost in his boyfriend’s kisses, which somehow stayed slow, deep, and tender, even as the intensity grew. And Ollie began exploringas Sam’s weight gradually settled over him more. He flattened his palms against Sam’s chest, caressed up and out and then down. Both hands passed over Sam’s hardened nipples, and Sam groaned again and pulled his lips away, tracing a path of open-mouthed kisses down Ollie’s neck.
“Ahh, god, Sam...” Ollie paused, his hands now at Sam’s waist, and screwed his eyes shut as heat rushed to his groin.
Sam stopped his path to suck gently at the base of Ollie’s neck. “Hmm?”
With another groan, Ollie shifted, lifted up one knee, and ran a hand down Sam’s back, pressing firmly, encouragingly. A huff of air warmed his neck, and Sam fluttered a kiss in the same spot as he slowly moved on top of Ollie, lowering himself so that one knee rested between Ollie’s legs. The move brought Sam’s hard length pressing up against Ollie’s thigh. And Ollie moaned with both need and desire.
God, he . . . he wanted . . . more.
Desire pulsed through him, a mixture of heat and tingling and pleasure, and he swallowed hard as he let his fingers tease just under the waistband of Sam’s pajama pants. Cotton briefs. Sam was wearing cotton briefs under his pants. Ollie inhaled a short breath. He knew that. It wasn’t a secret. Hell, he was wearing something that was probably very similar. Yet... knowing that and actually feeling the material under his fingertips were two very different things.
Ollie continued his exploration as Sam shifted above him again, settling between his legs and then becoming still. Both of Ollie’s hands slipped down lower, caressing over Sam’s briefs until he reached Sam’s backside. Gripping firmly, he pressed Sam down into him as he lifted his hips up at the same time. They both moaned in unison.
“Ollie, god, yessssss...” Sam dropped his head onto Ollie’s shoulder with another shudder. “C-can you... again?”
“Like this?” Ollie rasped, and he repeated the motion, rocking his hips up to bring their hard shafts together again. God. There was heat and pleasure, and an intense, insistent throb.
“Oh, yeah, y-yeah, yeah, like—just like that.” Sam was shaking now, his propped-up arm trembling and his breath noticeably fast and short. “That’s—ahh—”
Sam rocked against him this time. Slowly. And oh, god, the sweet pressure—it was too much and yet not near enough, and it tugged at him, an overwhelming ache in his groin.
“Sam,” he breathed, his voice thready with need.
“Hmm?” Sam groaned again, and his lips immediately covered Ollie’s. He was still gentle, still careful, but there was a deeper intensity to his kisses this time. Something more. Something that made Ollie’s heart race—in a good way.
Ollie whimpered as Sam’s hand settled low on his hip and then slowly caressed lower, along the outside of his thigh. And that feeling of wanting more hit him again, demanding this time.
“God, Sam, I-I . . . want . . .”
“What, love?” Sam asked between kisses. “What do you want?”
Breathing hard, Ollie pulled back and brought both hands up to frame Sam’s face. His boyfriend’s eyes were full of emotion, and Ollie brushed the pads of his thumbs along Sam’s skin, amazed and overwhelmed by feelings of safety and love and comfort. He stretched up, pressed his lips to Sam’s in a brief kiss, and then whispered, “I wantyou.”
Sam’s expression softened even more, and he blew out a long breath and rested his forehead against Ollie’s. After a beat, Sam’s hand tightened on Ollie’s thigh, sending another jolt of arousal to Ollie’s already achingly hard erection.
“Can I... undress you, love?” Sam asked, and he kissed Ollie’s forehead, letting his lips linger there as Ollie nodded.
“Yes, yes.”
Ollie closed his eyes as Sam kissed his lips and then began to slowly, gently undress him, first pulling his T-shirt carefully off over his head, then slipping off his pajama pants and briefs one at a time. When Sam was finished, Ollie felt Sam settle between his legs, both of Sam’s hands resting just above his knees.
His heart beat just a little faster now, and he swallowed tightly and took a deep breath. He wasn’t scared; there was no fear or anxiety, no dark haze trying to surround him and pull him down, no rush of guilt or shame.
But he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to being at least a bit nervous.
Sam’s thumbs rubbed gently back and forth along the inside of his thighs, and in a quiet voice, Sam asked, “Is this okay, love?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly, not wanting Sam to worry. “Yeah, just...” He opened his eyes and saw Sam watching him with concern and love. He cleared his throat and then reached out toward his boyfriend. Sam immediately took his hand and settled back next to Ollie on the bed.
“If this is too much, we—”
Ollie shook his head. “No, not too much. It’s just... a lot.” He brought Sam’s hand to his lips and kissed it, as Sam had done with him so many times. “I’ve never felt more safe. I’ve never felt more... ready.”
Sam lowered his head to Ollie’s shoulder, and Ollie shivered with anticipation as Sam pressed another soft kiss to Ollie’s skin.
“I’m very glad to hear that,” Sam said. His voice deepened as he continued, “And also . . . you’re just . . . incredible. Handsome. Perfect. Gorgeous. I’m . . . God, I’m just . . .”
Sam groaned as he propped himself up on one elbow and lowered his lips to Ollie’s neck, his mouth and tongue hot on Ollie’s skin. At the same time, Sam released Ollie’s hand, and his fingers then brushed lightly down Ollie’s chest. The touch was slow and careful and yet like fire—burning, intense, and so, so arousing. Ollie sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes again, and Sam continued exploring with gentle hands and lips, making every inch of his skin tingle.
