Aaron groaned, and pulled Quinn closer. Quinn came easily. Aaron could feel his erection pressing against his thigh.
“I want you on your back,” Aaron said. “I want you face to face.”
Quinn rolled away from him, into a seated position with his feet on the floor. Then he stood and slid his borrowed boxers down. The moonlight painted his skin in light and shadow. Aaron saw scars on his back that he hadn’t noticed before, and he watched the way the muscles in Quinn’s ass flexed as he bent and pulled the boxers free of his ankles.
Aaron wished he could move so fluidly. He tugged his shirt over his head, and then sat and wrestled his boxers off. He was sweaty with exertion before they’d even started, but his dick was hard and throbbing, and no way was he stopping now.
And then Quinn walked out of the room.
The fuck? Aaron stared blankly after him, unsure if he should be mortified, or furious, or concerned. He still hadn’t decided when Quinn reappeared in the doorway, his jeans bundled up in his hands as he searched through the pockets.
A moment later he was back, lying on the bed, clutching a foil-wrapped condom and a packet of lube.
“Never figured you for a boy scout,” Aaron said.
Quinn rolled his eyes and spread his legs.
Aaron reached for the supplies. He tore the condom packet open, and rolled the condom over his dick. Gripped himself tightly at the base of his shaft so he didn’t come too soon, and then hefted himself over to land on his knees between Quinn’s legs, grimacing at how ungainly the movement was. He took most of his weight on his left knee, unwilling to test the right one yet, and grateful as hell that the amputation was below his knee so that he didn’t have to put his weight on his stump.
He slid a hand up Quinn’s thigh, finally getting that skin-on-skin contact he figured they both needed tonight. The soft dark hairs crinkled under his palm, and the muscles in Quinn’s thigh tensed under his touch, and then relaxed again. It was a heady feeling, having this much control over Quinn’s involuntary reflexes. It was almost disappointing to lift his hand so he could tear the packet of lube open.
Quinn’s body stiffened as Aaron slipped his hand down past his cock, past his balls, and pressed into the warm crease of his body. Aaron wished he could see what he was doing, but he wanted to offer Quinn the security of his warmth. He didn’t want to leave him exposed. He went by feel instead, his fingers pressing gently against Quinn’s tight opening. He slipped a fingertip inside, and Quinn jerked and moaned, his hips shifting.
“Fuck!” It escaped Quinn’s mouth on a hiss of air.
“Take it for me,” Aaron said, his heart beating faster because he knew this was how Quinn needed it. He slipped his finger deeper inside Quinn’s body, twisting it against the tight wall of muscle.
Quinn moaned and shifted again.
Aaron felt Quinn’s muscles ease against his finger, even as Quinn squeezed his eyes shut and scowled. Jesus, even his scowl was gorgeous. Aaron had always thought so.
He withdrew his finger and then pushed two back inside. Quinn clenched around him. Aaron began to scissor his fingers gently, and then crooked them, looking for that sweet spot.
“Jesus, fuck! Aaron!”
“Found it, huh?” Aaron was unable to stop a cocky grin spreading across his face.
Quinn snorted. “It’s not like it changed addresses in the last decade, asshole.”
Aaron laughed, and Quinn’s mouth twisted as he fought his own grin.
Sex hadn’t been fun when they’d been kids. It had been intense, messy, sometimes awkward, and desperate. He didn’t think they’d ever laughed.
Aaron worked his fingers for a few more minutes, and then shifted back to ease the dull ache in his lower back. He looked down at Quinn’s cock. It was pressed hard up against his abdomen. It was leaking clear precum. Aaron wanted to taste it. He ducked down and licked the head of Quinn’s cock. It leapt under his tongue, and Quinn moaned.
Aaron rose again, licking his lips. He ran his hands along the inside of Quinn’s thighs, pushing them more fully open, and then up. Quinn shifted, reaching down to hold his legs up, and Aaron cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. Quinn moaned.
Aaron notched his cock up against Quinn’s tight entrance, and leaned forward again. He stretched out over Quinn. He took his weight on one hand, the other guiding his cock, and was gratified when Quinn lifted his chin up for a kiss. Aaron drew Quinn’s bottom lip into his mouth, and slowly pushed the head of his cock inside Quinn’s body.
Quinn groaned. There was a ragged edge to it, and Aaron waited, his heart thumping, for Quinn to tell him to stop.
Quinn’s head dropped back onto the mattress. His eyes were closed. “Keep going.”
Aaron went as slowly as he’d ever gone with anyone, pushing in a fraction, drawing back, and pushing in again. He felt Quinn’s muscles tense and flutter around his straining cock. He felt those muscles yield slowly, inch by inch.So fucking tight!Aaron wanted to push in up to the hilt, to set his own frantic pace, to find his own pleasure, but he couldn’t. This was better than hard and fast. This was an act of trust.
Aaron’s body shook as the head of his cock pushed against Quinn’s gland and Quinn’s body arched against him. Quinn’s hands found his hips, his fingers digging in as he held him Aaron and breathed raggedly into his ear. “Fuck, Aaron. Oh.Oh fuck.”
Aaron groaned as he felt his balls come to rest against Quinn’s ass. “Holy shit.”
