“How do you want me?” Riley asked, spreading himself out.
Brent blushed all the way down to his collarbones. “I, uh…” He paused to scratch the back of his neck. “However, umm… whatever would make you most comfortable.”
Riley chuckled, crawling up the bed and laying himself out in the middle of it, shoving a pillow under his hips and raising one knee to give Brent plenty of access. “This work for you?”
“Yeah,” Brent said, his voice cracking. “That works.”
“Lube in the top drawer,” Riley said, nodding to the nightstand.
He didn’t need to dwell on how cute Brent was being, how his stomach clenched at the thought that he wanted this. WantedRiley.
How long had Riley wished for that? It felt like forever.
“There’s, uh… there’s an assortment of lube, here,” Brent said, his voice unsure.
“Pick one that says it’s for anal,” Riley responded. “I mean, obviously. It probably doesn’t matter after that.”
“Self-warming, or extra sensitive?”
Riley licked his lips. “Extra sensitive,” he said. He wanted to feel as much of this as he could, and the warming would only get in the way of that.
“Condoms?” Brent asked, extracting a box from the drawer.
Riley hesitated a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t have anything you could catch, and I get tested all the time. If you’re comfortable going without…”
“I got tested recently,” Brent said. “And you know I would have already told you if there was anything, but it’s up to you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Riley said, excitement making his stomach feel tight.
He’d never, ever gone without a condom before, not with anyone, but Brent was different. This might have been his only chance to feel Brent inside him, and he wanted it all.
Brent closed the drawer, moving back to the bed, the mattress dipping as he climbed on it. Riley spread his legs wide, suddenly aware of how exposed he was. With someone else, he might have felt vulnerable. Nervous, even.
Not with Brent. He trusted Brent with anything.
Riley watched as Brent poured lube onto his fingers with more confidence than he’d been expecting.
“You look like you know what you’re doing,” Riley said, raising an eyebrow. That was a surprise.
“I know how anal sex works,” Brent said, blushing darkly. “I’ve just never actually done it.”
“Is this the part where you confess you learned everything you know from porn?” Riley asked.
Brent cleared his throat. “Something like that. You want one finger or two to start with?”
Riley grinned, lifting his hips up just a little. “Two. I’d like you to fuck me some time this century,” he teased.
This might have meant a lot to him, but it was stillBrent. If they couldn’t be friends while they were having sex, then what was the point?
Riley gasped as he felt Brent’s fingers pressing against him, the lube still cold in contrast to the heat of his body. Apparently, Brent didn’t need to be told twice.
Brent pushed his fingers inside before Riley could say anything else, leaving him moaning breathlessly as the pressure knocked the air out of his lungs. Brent’s fingers were thick and strong, making Riley squirm as they moved inside him, stretched him wide.
It’d been way too long since he did this, his muscles protesting at being forced to stretch in a way they weren’t used to right now. Riley squirmed against Brent’s hand as he got over the initial ache of being stretched, his stomach bottoming out as discomfort gave way to pleasure, every sensitive nerve ending he had firing at once.
It was like riding a bike. Riley had never forgotten how to relax and go with it, his body responding exactly as he’d hoped it would once it started to warm up.
He’d been half-hard before, but he could feel his cock straining now, curving up toward his belly button, blood rushing to fill it up. He felt hot and tight, his thighs tensing up with the urge to rock back onto Brent’s fingers.
