The softness of his voice made Isaac’s heart twinge. Julian was one of the few people in the world who truly cared about him.
Maybe it wasn’t so weird to want him, after all.
“I’m fine,” Isaac said, and he was. He was completely okay with this.
Whatever that said about him… he could worry about it later.
The way Julian looked up at him made his heart ache. There was so muchkindnessin his eyes, his face open and happy and…
He still looked like he wanted this. That was one hell of a relief.
“Is this, uh… working for you?” Isaac asked, unsure what Julian was expecting from him.
He had to make this good. Acceptable, at least, if he wanted to do it again. And right now, he honestly didn’t know if he did, but he didn’t want to close off the possibility if he didn’t have to.
Julian laughed, shoving his hands inside Isaac’s jeans and gripping his ass firmly, fingers digging deep into the flesh. He pulled Isaac’s hips down, and then rocked his own up, a long, slow grind that brought both of their cocks together, the lengths catching on each other through the soft, thin fabric of their underwear.
The friction went straight to Isaac’s gut, a hot spike of pleasure, making him gasp as Julian dragged against him.
“Got your answer?” Julian asked, gazing up at Isaac with warm, dark eyes.
Isaac nodded, his throat too dry to say anything.
Julian grinned up at him, rocking his hips again, keeping the movement between them slow. He gasped softly at the top of the motion, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, exposing his neck to Isaac.
Isaac’s stomach bottomed out, a rush of arousal flooding down his spine and settling in his balls, making them feel tight and heavy.
It was obviously a show meant for his benefit, but it wasdefinitelyworking for him.
Need welled up in Isaac’s chest as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Julian’s soft, intensely tempting throat. Julian gasped under him, squirming as Isaac nuzzled him, running his nose down to the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.
He needed both hands to steady himself, but he desperately wanted to undo the rest of the buttons, strip Julian bare, take in all the lines and curves of his body.
This wasnew, and Isaac wanted all of it, but he didn’t want to risk losing what he had right now by stopping. Everything between them felt so fragile, like the slightest false move could bring it all crashing down, and that was the last thing he planned on doing.
He wanted to hear Julian gasp and sigh under him, moan and beg for more.
“Harder,” Julian demanded as though he’d read Isaac’s thoughts, grinding up against him, gripping his ass to pull him closer.
Isaac rocked his hips in response, hissing at the electric sparks of pleasure as he dragged his hard cock against Julian’s, even with two layers of fabric between them.
This was perfect. He didn’t want to fuck Julian as though he was just someone he’d picked up, someone whose name he might not even remember in a few days.
He wanted the sweetness and care Julian had always shown him. He wanted the perfect, hesitant, exploratory first time they both deserved. It had seemed sudden at first, a strange new obsession with his best friend after getting the barest taste of what it might have been like to be with a man, but…
That wasn’t it at all. It’d been a long time coming. In the privacy of his own mind, Isaac could admit that he’d wanted Julian since they were teenagers, but he’d been so afraid of the thought that he’d buried it deep.
He swallowed, turning his attention back to Julian’s neck, nuzzling his way up to his ear as he rocked his hips, pleasure building in the pit of his stomach. The way Julian gasped as Isaac kissed him sent shocks of pleasure skittering down his spine, curling up in his belly, making his hips grind harder in a desperate quest formore.
It felt so damnedgoodto do this that Isaac couldn’t help wanting to draw it out, but he could only go so long. He was exhausted, and this was overwhelming, and Julian felt amazing under him.
“Isaac,” Julian murmured breathlessly, the word going straight to Isaac’s gut. He wondered if Julian had ever thought about this, ever come in his own hand with Isaac’s name on his lips before.
Heat rushed to his cock, his thighs tight with the urge to thrust harder, but Isaac held back. Everything about this was so sweet, so perfect, he didn’t want to ruin it by speeding things up. The low, slow build of his orgasm made every touch, every shift of fabric against skin too much, and not enough at the same time.
Isaac closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Julian’s, rocking his hips just the tiniest bit harder, pushing him deeper into the couch cushions.
Every breath was an effort, and the only sounds Isaac could hear were the ragged gasps for air between them, the couch creaking under them, and the rush of blood in his ears.
