Unfortunately, he didn’t have the experience to return the favor.
“I don't know what I'm doing,” Ryan said, though he knew it was probably obvious.
“You’ll figure it out,” Oscar said. “I wouldn’t have offered if I thought you’d be terrible in bed.”
Ryan nodded slowly, letting the hand Oscar wasn't holding fall on his thigh, digging his fingers into the fabric of Oscar’s pants and tugging just a little. Just enough to make it clear that he was cool with it if they came off.
Oscar laughed, squeezing his hand again and then letting go.
“Eager?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Want your first look at a cock that’s hard for you?”
Ryan swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat. Hedidwant that, and he had no idea how Oscar kept managing to say exactly what he wanted to hear.
“You’re adorable,” Oscar said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats.
Anticipation coiled tightly in Ryan’s gut as Oscar inched his waistband down, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as the dark curls hidden just below it came into view. And it wasn’t as though he’d never seen a dick before—he had one of his own to look at—but this wasdifferent.
Oscar’s cock sprung free as he tugged the elastic over it, still half-hard, the head dark with blood. Ryan knew his own must have looked about the same right now, another wave of heat and pressure rushing south as the full force of the knowledge that Oscar was hardfor himhit.
Wow. That was…
“I could get into the way you look at me,” Oscar teased, his tone warm and reassuring.
“I could get intothis,” Ryan murmured, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Oscar’s pants all over again, itching to tug them all the way off.
He wasn’t sure if this meant he was actually bisexual or just desperate, and right now, he didn’t care. He wanted Oscar, specifically, and it didn’t matter whether that extended to other guys, too.
Oscar was here. That was what mattered.
More laughter spilled free from Oscar’s lips as he wriggled out of his sweats, kicking them off with more coordination than Ryan could ever have hoped to muster. His thighs were lean and toned, and Ryan’s fingers itched to reach out and touch them.
As soon as Oscar settled on his hips, he gave in to the impulse, grabbing hold of him with both hands. Oscar made a soft, happy noise, covering Ryan’s hands with his own and holding them in place.
“My turn?” Oscar asked, nodding to the increasingly obvious bulge at the front of Ryan’s pajama pants.
“I…” Ryan swallowed. “If… if you want?”
“I want,” Oscar responded easily, leaning forward and planting his hands on the mattress on either side of Ryan’s head. “But first, I get to kiss you again. For being so sweet.”
Ryan barely had time to take a breath before Oscar’s mouth was on him again, the weight of his body pinning him to the bed. His tongue swiped at Ryan’s lower lip, a soft hum sounding in the back of his throat.
Squeezing Oscar’s thighs, Ryan let his eyes fall closed so he could focus on all the details—on the roughness of Oscar’s cheeks and chin, the strength of his jaw, the shape of his body on top of him. All the new things he wanted to commit to memory, revisit later.
He rocked his hips, searching for friction against Oscar’s cock, eager to feel the hardness for himself, the proof that Oscar wanted him.
A moan escaped him as the head skimmed his belly, smearing a drop of precome on his skin where Oscar had pushed his t-shirt up earlier.
“You’re so perfect,” Oscar said, awe in his voice. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
Ryan forced his eyes open again, meeting Oscar’s and finding them glazed and dark, his pupils blown wide. Arousal was written all over him, and that went straight to Ryan’s gut, the heat there easing the tension.
He forced himself to relax as Oscar shifted his weight, his chest heaving when the kiss broke and Oscar started working his way down Ryan’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his throat and then skipping past his bunched up t-shirt to bite just under his ribs.
Oscar’s teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh there made Ryan gasp, his hips jerking at the sudden shock of painful pleasure. The sensation trailed its way down to his cock, making it twitch in his pants, already hot and tight and needy.
“To remember me by,” Oscar said, as though there was any chance Ryan was going toforgetthis.
With a surge of confidence, he threaded the fingers of one hand through Oscar’s hair, gripping the loose curls just hard enough for Oscar to feel it, but not enough to hurt.
