Tanner was struck speechless for a moment but then quickly recovered.
“You sure as fuck do,” Tanner said with a sexy growl before diving back in to explore Lance’s mouth and prove that he was equally skilled at kissing. This one was neither chaste nor quick. By the time they separated, Lance was hard as a rock and fighting to get his breath back.
“Holy shit,” Lance whispered against Tanner’s lips.
“Fuck. Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s pitching a tent.” Tanner pleaded breathlessly.
Feeling brave and curious in equal measure, Lance reached for Tanner’s hand to place it on his erection, groaning athow good Tanner’s firm grip felt, even through his sleep pants. His hips lifted automatically, seeking more of Tanner’s touch.
“Oh, fuck—you feel—oh, fuck,” Tanner moaned as he hesitantly ran his hand up and down Lance’s shaft but then stilled. Lance gasped in protest, but Tanner suddenly thrusted his hand down the front of his sleep pants to grasp him, skin to skin. Lance cried out at the feel of Tanner’s cool, firm touch on his hot dick, as he began stroking him from the head to the base, and back up again, over and over.
“Fuck,” Lance whispered next to Tanner’s mouth. He was so lost to sensation that he began to press kisses along his jaw and then lowered his mouth to Tanner’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys all the way down to his shoulder.
Tanner’s confidence soared in his ability to pleasure Lance. He tightened his hold and ran his hand over the head, gathering pre-cum to smear down the length of him, repeating the motion every few strokes.
“I’m getting close!” Lance found Tanner’s mouth and kissed him feverishly. As he got closer to the edge, Lance ached to feel Tanner as well. He clamped down on Tanner’s hand to stave off his climax.
“Can I touch you?” he asked between moans, and Tanner simply growled his approval, as Lance bit down on the skin of his neck and then licked away the sting.
Lance eased his hand past the waistband of Tanner’s boxer briefs to find his dick was equally hard and leaking copiously. Lance wrapped his hand around him, gave him a few firm strokes, and spread the pre-cum up and down his shaft.
“Oh, my fucking God,” Tanner cried, as Lance duplicated Tanner’s movements.
Then it was only them. Just them, panting against each other, foreheads pressed together, lost in the feel of firm strokeson velvety skin. Tanner whined briefly in protest as Lance paused his strokes so he could stretch out on top of Tanner. As Lance’s weight settled on him, Tanner groaned, enjoying the increased pressure on his dick. Lance groaned as well, as this new position heightened the sensations ofeverything.Tanner cursed as their balls made contact. With a quick, shouted warning, he exploded, throwing back his head and moaning in ecstasy.
At that moment, Tanner’s grip tightened almost painfully on Lance’s dick, triggering Lance’s own powerful release as he shot so hard cum hit Tanner’s chin. When the spasms finally stopped, he collapsed and fell to Tanner’s side. Wrapping his arms around Tanner, he struggled to catch his breath, mind completely blown. He wasn’t sure what to think. Wasn’t sure how to make heads or tails of the man lying against him, or how to handle the rush of intense emotions he felt while gazing at Tanner. It was another big first and it had been one helluva ride.
He pulled his shirt off and wiped the cum off Tanner’s chest, before doing a quick wipe down of their cocks. As he swiped the tip of Tanner’s, it began to harden again, making him hiss at the overstimulation.
“Kick your pants off,” Lance suggested, knowing how uncomfortable they’d feel coated in dried cum.
Once they were naked and stretched out again under the covers, Lance pulled Tanner close, settling his head on his chest. Lance began to worry as Tanner had yet to say anything. He ran his fingers through Tanner’s hair in a soothing, repetitive way.
“Thank you,” Tanner said softly, just as Lance was about to drift off, thinking there would be no post-coital discussion tonight.
“What for?” Lance asked, feeling muddled as he fought off sleep.
“For staying.”
Lance kissed his hair, hugged him closer, and they both fell fast asleep.
*****
Come morning, Tanner was awakened by the gentle tapping of laptop keys. He opened his eyes and memories of the past evening’s events came rushing back. He’d known the sense of peace he’d felt as he’d drifted off to sleep would fade come morning, and now he wasn’t exactly sure what his next move should be. Sitting up and looking across the room to the small table in front of the window, he expected Lance to pretend either nothing had happened or to be ashamed. But this was Lance. Golden boy, strait-laced, loveable and genuine Lance. Tanner really should have known better. Lance smiled when he noticed Tanner was awake.
“Morning, sunshine!” he said, his gaze firmly locked on Tanner’s as if to say, “I will not hide from this.” The humorous tone did not go unnoticed even as Tanner blushed at the words. Tanner wasn’t sure where Lance found the courage to be so obnoxiously cheerful and confident, but he wasn’t nearly as brave. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he took a good look at his bed partner. Lance had his laptop open next to a tray of pastries and two large takeout cups of coffee.
“You went out to get us breakfast?”
“No, I just ordered stuff for us through DoorDash,” he explained. “Since I woke up at 5:00 and couldn’t go back to sleep, I thought I’d do some work and order breakfast. We have no milk, so I got you a latte with an extra shot of espresso,” Lance offered, nodding towards the cup.
“Latte?” He repeated, wrinkling his nose as if the drink was offensive.
“What? Too gay?” Lance asked with a deadpan expression.
Then, “Too soon?” he added, when Tanner paused a moment too long before responding.
“Too soon,” Tanner agreed with a slight smile.
