“I’ve always been careful,” Owen says, and it comes out more defensive than he meant. “I don’t have anydiseases if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Jesus, Owen, I’m not worried about you. Just…”
“Yes?”
“We’ll get tested.”
Owen tries not to read too much into this. From what he knows, Will didn’t have any other sexual partners recently, maybe none since Joel’s death. But he can also be way off about that. It’s not like he ever asked about that directly, and now doesn’t feel like the right time to open that discussion.
“I want you on your side,” he says to Will, since they never had sex like that before.
Will turns to lie on his side, facing the wall. Before Owen can lie behind him, he has a thought. “Give me a sec.” He hurries to the bathroom. Hanging on the back of the door, there’s a tall mirror. He picks it up carefully, surprised with how heavy it is. He opens the door with his foot and places the mirror against the wall, facing Will.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. I want to see you.”
“But do I want to see myself?”
Owen kisses Will’s mouth. “You’d be crazy not to.”
Still hesitant, Will nods.
Owen slips the condom on his cock, then lubes himself. “You’re ready?”
Still eyeing the mirror suspiciously, Will raises his leg. “Ready.”
Owen lies behind him and slides closer. He aims his cock at Will’s opening when he catches their faces in the mirror.I need to draw this.The sight of them watching each other through the mirror is something Owen wants to always remember. Twenty years down the line, he’ll close his eyes on a nice summer day and return to this little bedroom, feeling Will’s body lying against him.
With barely any resistance, he slips inside inch by inch until he’s all the way in. He doesn’t stop watching Will’s expressions through the mirror, the way his mouth opens and his eyes narrow when he’s momentarily in pain.
He wraps his arm around Will’s chest as he begins to thrust, his stomach and chest pressing against Will’s broad back. He can also see himself in the mirror, and it’s so strange yet captivating. Will seems too self-aware, so Owen nibbles on his neck and earlobe to make him relax. He pinches Will’s nipple, tugging on it as both of them watch him doing so.
Owen never noticed how dark his hair is compared to Will’s brown hair. His skin is also paler than Will’s.
“We look so different,” Owen says. “Am I your type?”
Will laughs. “Are you really asking me that now?”
He stops moving his hips. “I’m curious.”
Will watches him through the mirror. “I don’t know if I have a type. I never really thought about it. But I love that you have long hair and that you are lean and sosmooth.”
“You just described most women.”
Will frowns. “Did I?”
“It’s fine. I know I’m not manly.”
“You’re exactly what manly should mean. Strong, brave, and kind.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think the general public would agree with that definition.”
“I don’t recall asking for the general public’s opinion. Am I your type?”
“Are you kidding? You’re so my type that a genie may have granted you to me as a wish.”
Owen tilts Will’s head so they can kiss, even if the angle is awkward. He then resumes thrusting, reaching beneath Will’s balls to massage close to where his cock is sliding in and out. The skin there feels so nice and warm.
