Fletcher snorted. “Valid.”
Taylor shrugged. “I think I’d need one if we’re both going to be using it. I refuse to lug my laundry around like a fucking college student,” he joked.
Fletcher could feel his cheeks heat up as he blushed probably an embarrassing amount. “You wanna cohabitate with me?” he asked with a grin.
“No. I wanna live together,” Taylor answered seriously. Fletcher let out a laugh.
“Honey, it’s the same thing,” he teased.
“Don’t patronize me. Not all of us went to fancy schools,” Taylor mocked.
“I went to public school, doofus,” Fletcher snorted. “This county has one of the best school districts in the nation.”
Taylor flipped around and tickled the side of Fletcher’s waist. “How humble,” Taylor laughed as Fletcher tried to fight him off.
“I’m not ticklish,” Fletcher lied, laughing just as hard as Taylor did.
“Then why are you fighting?” Taylor finally found a windowof opportunity and tickled Fletcher on his hip. Fletcher must’ve had a sudden rush of adrenaline that allowed him to flip Taylor back over, so Fletcher was the one who was straddling him.
He leaned down and connected their lips in a heated kiss.
“Mmm,” Taylor hummed as he wrapped his arms around Fletcher. He reached down and cupped Fletcher through his boxers and smiled into the kiss.
Fletcher let out a moan as Taylor slipped his hand inside and gripped him.
“Are you sure that you’re ready?” Fletcher asked him as he kissed the side of Taylor’s neck.
Taylor nodded. “I’m ready,” he said, sounding sure.
Taylor pulled Fletcher’s boxers down as much as he could before Fletcher rolled off him and pulled them the rest of the way off. He helped Taylor with his own and quickly turned to grab the lube.
“Which suitcase is it in?” he asked quickly.
“There’s some in my toiletries bag,” Taylor told him.
Fletcher zipped open Taylor’s suitcase and retrieved the lube. He saw a foil wrapper and hesitated. “Did you wanna use a—”
“No. I want to feel you,” Taylor quickly said.
Fletcher let out a laugh as he turned around and saw Taylor waiting patiently on the bed for him to return. He climbed on top of Taylor and straddled him again as he cupped both sides of his face and kissed him. “I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” Taylor told him. Taylor let out a nervous sigh. “How should I…”
Fletcher chuckled as he tried to figure out the best way. “Lay down on your back and I’ll be on top,” Fletcher instructed.
They quickly re-positioned themselves and Fletcher poured some lube out onto his fingers. “Hug your knees up to yourchest,” Fletcher whispered softly. It looked like Taylor was trying to conceal his laughter as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
“You can’t laugh,” Fletcher scolded him, but he was also trying to conceal his own laughter. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” Fletcher asked him. He put a lubricated finger to Taylor’s hole and Taylor bit down on his bottom lip.
Taylor shook his head. “You’re the first one who’s ever been down there,” he said before a laugh escaped. The laughter was contagious and they were both giddy.
Fletcher teased the outside of Taylor’s rim with two of his fingers. But they both couldn’t stop laughing still.
“Why is this so funny to you?” Fletcher asked.
“I think it’s the position I’m in,” Taylor snorted. “It’s kind of…” He couldn’t finish his sentence because he was laughing so hard.
Fletcher removed his finger and lightly slapped Taylor on his stomach. “Roll over, idiot.”
