Above him, Oscar moaned a deep, needy moan, rocking his hips into Ryan’s touch. Both of his palms were flat against Ryan’s belly now, his whole body leaning forward just a little, leaningintothis.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan shoved all other thoughts out of his head and focused on making this good for Oscar.
He listened to the way Oscar’s breath hitched as he stroked the shaft of his cock firmly, tightening his fingers until a whimper escaped the other man, then easing off to run his thumb up and down the underside, circling the head, putting just a little pressure underneath it. All thingsheliked, that he hoped Oscar would like, too.
Judging by the way Oscar’s breathing sped up, Ryan was getting things right.
“Like that?” he asked, voice shaking a little, but his confidence growing as Oscar moaned his way through everything Ryan was doing for him.
“Yes,” Oscar gritted out, catching his lower lip between his teeth and rocking his hips harder, his rhythm faltering.
If he was anything like Ryan, that meant he was right on the edge of coming. The thought of pushing over the edge, making him come just from touching him like this, made Ryan’s heart pound in his ears.
A cut-off cry from Oscar took him by surprise, and suddenly he was coming, spilling hot fluid all over Ryan’s hand, jerking his hips into Ryan’s grip as he rode out his orgasm, cursing under his breath and gasping his way through it, eyes screwed shut, jaw slack.
Damn.
Ryan could have stared at Oscar coming all day.
And that was new, and a little terrifying, but right now, it just made him feel good. Great, even, that he could get Oscar off, that he could see how much Oscarenjoyedthis, that for the first time in his life he didn’t feel like this was just for his benefit, an obligation Oscar felt to him.
Oscar had done this because he wanted to, and he’d gotten off on it, and Ryan couldn’t ever remember feeling better about sex than he did in this moment.
Which meant he was either bisexual or Oscar-sexual, and he didn’t really care which right now.
Oscar panted heavily as he came down, eyelids still heavy when he finally looked at Ryan again. A slow, lazy smile spread over his face as he moved Ryan’s hand, still fisted loosely around his cock, to his thigh instead.
“Look at you, being all brave for me,” Oscar teased, so much warmth in his voice that it seemed to settle in Ryan’s chest, curling up around his heart.
The thing was, Oscar was still looking at Ryan like hewantedhim. That was enough to make Ryan squirm under his gaze, unsure what to do now but still wanting to touch.
He’d never been treated like this before. He’d always been the one who did the wanting, not the one whowaswanted.
Oscar was different. Different enough that Ryan wanted to grab him with both hands and hang onto him forever. For as long as he could, at least.
Not that he was sure Oscar would allow that, but…
“That was hot,” Oscar continued, rolling off Ryan and leaving him suddenly cold. Ryan turned to watch him grab the towel he’d discarded earlier, wiping himself off and then tossing it over for Ryan to do the same.
“Probably should’ve done thatbeforethe shower,” Ryan murmured, unsure what else to say.
His whole world had just changed, and he’d enjoyed every second of it, but who the hell knew how he’d feel in the morning?
“We can shower again in the morning,” Oscar said, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling them on before climbing back onto the bed.
The wordweechoed in Ryan’s ears, making them burn at the tips. Maybe it didn’t mean what hethoughtit meant, but it sure as hell sounded like Oscar wanted to do this again.
The thought of that made his stomach tighten, nerves and excitement fighting it out with each other. Did he want to do this again?
Yeah.
Yeah, no matter what his other feelings on the subject were, he wanted to get off with Oscar, specifically, again. Which was… huge.
But exciting. And terrifying. And a whole lot of other things Ryan didn’t have the brain power to name right now.
Oscar flopped on the bed beside him, his fingers barely brushing against Ryan’s arm. It was the tiniest point of contact, but it still made Ryan’s heart leap, apparently giving him exactly what he needed. Reassurance, maybe. Or justtouch.
He’d always liked to be touched. Physical contact with people he liked and trusted was basically his favorite thing in the world.
