Chapter Twenty-Nine
Riley kissed his way across Brent’s shoulders, well-rested from his nap and ready to make the most of his brand new boyfriend. Brent shifted in his sleep, just on the verge of waking, so soft and sleep-warm that Riley couldn’t have taken his hands off him even if he’d wanted to.
“Hello, beautiful,” Riley murmured, pressing his lips to the back of Brent’s neck. “Wakey, wakey.”
“I’m awake,” Brent murmured. “Just keep doing that.”
“This?” Riley asked, trailing his fingertips along Brent’s side, tickling his ribs when he got to them. Brent gasped softly, shoving the covers out of the way to give Riley better access.
Riley didn’t hesitate in taking advantage, trailing his hand down further and grabbing a handful of Brent’s ass, squeezing firmly.
Brent’s breath hitched, a tiny, needy sound catching in his throat. Riley’s half-hard cock stirred, reacting eagerly to Brent’s body, to the faintest hint of arousal he was showing.
He wanted Brent so badly he could barely contain himself. Riley had waited so long for this, wanted it since he first figured out what sex was.
It was different this time. It was already different. They both knew where they stood with each other now.
That was going to make it a thousand times better.
Riley took his hand away from Brent’s ass, brushing it over his thigh and then splaying it wide over his belly, his thumb rubbing at the silky-soft skin there.
“I love you,” he murmured, reaching down to wrap his fingers around Brent’s cock and finding it already hard. Riley chuckled at that, thrilled that Brent was into this, too.
Riley kissed his way along the top of Brent’s shoulder, nipping at his pale, delicate skin as he went. There were only a few freckles there now, but there’d be more in the summer, when Riley convinced him that swimming in the lake was a mandatory activity, just like it had been when they were kids.
“I could get used to being woken up like this,” Brent said, sinking deeper into the mattress.
“You could. If you wanted.” Riley pressed a kiss behind Brent’s ear, rubbing himself against the back of Brent’s thigh.
Brent hummed, shifting his weight a little. The movement gave Riley space to slip his cock between the tops of Brent’s thighs, sliding against the delicate skin there, nudging the back of his balls.
“Oh,” Brent said softly. “That’s… that feels…”
“Good?” Riley smiled to himself, adjusting the angle of his hips so that he was dragging his cock against Brent’s hole with every thrust. The warmth and softness of Brent’s skin here was amazing, just the right amount of friction to feel good without catching too much.
“Yeah,” Brent agreed, wriggling back toward Riley. “Wow.”
Riley chuckled. “I love your whole body,” he said, speeding his thrusts up a little. He would have been happy to come like this, slow and gentle, rocking against Brent and stroking his cock.
“I want you inside me,” Brent said, then cleared his throat. “That was awkward.”
Riley chuckled, making a point of grazing the head of his cock against Brent’s hole this time. “Direct is good,” he said. “I don’t have any lube.”
Brent cleared his throat. “I… uh. I do,” he said. A blush crept down the back of his neck, making his skin feel hot against Riley’s lips. “Top drawer, your side.”
As comfortable as he was, Riley’s curiosity got the better of him. He rolled over to open the drawer and groped around in it, finding the lubricant first, and then…
“This is a butt plug,” he said.
It was small, definitely a beginner size, but it did explain why Brent had known what he was doing when it came to stretching Riley. He’d clearly had practice.
“I’m a grown man,” Brent said, blushing even more darkly. “I’m allowed to own a butt plug.”
“Of course you’reallowed,” Riley said. “I’m just surprised. Did you buy this in person?”
“Oh, hell no.” Brent laughed nervously. “I love the internet.”
“So you’ve played with it?” Riley asked, turning it over in his hand. It wasn’t hard to imagine Brent, tense and nervous, but so excited, spreading lube all over the thin tip, holding it against himself, screwing his eyes shut, biting his lip. Pushing it hard against himself, then hesitating.
