23
The moment they burst through the door of Ezra’s bedroom, all the tension that had been building on the drive here seemed to burst at once. Ezra’s hands were under Mike’s sweater in an instant, cool palms against hot skin, blood already flowing south in anticipation of what was about to happen.
“You’re sure your mom isn’t home?” Mike asked, breathless, and it wasn’t exactly that hecaredat this point, but he wanted to know just how quiet he had to keep this to save himself embarrassment in the morning.
“She’s with her new girlfriend,” Ezra said, equally out of breath. “Super nice biology professor.”
Mike laughed. “Wow. Didn’t see that coming.”
“Right?” Ezra smiled wryly, sliding his hands all the way up to Mike’s shoulders, urging him to lift his arms up so Ezra could get his sweater off.
The first rush of cold air against Mike’s skin made his breath hitch, but the moment his sweater hit the ground, Ezra’s hands were on him again, fingers writing trails of want all over his chest and stomach.
“Do you know you’re gorgeous?” Ezra asked, looking up at Mike, his wide, ocean-storm eyes darkened with lust.
“Do you knowyou’regorgeous?” Mike retorted, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever said that before. The way Ezra’s face lit up meant he was going to say it again, though.
Ezra grinned up at him, clever fingers making short work of his jeans, pushing them down to pool around his ankles. “Take your pants off and get on the bed,” Ezra ordered, and Mike wasreallynot about to say no.
He needed this. The closeness of being with Ezra was the most important thing he could think of right now.
The mattress protested a little under his weight when he climbed onto it, but he made himself comfortable like he had before, stomach already tight with anticipation. He’d gone from being nervous about this to wanting it desperately in the space of two weeks.
It felt good to finally give in to what hewanted, instead of sticking to what he thought he was allowed to have.
Ezra paused in what he was doing to stop and stare, thumbs tucked into his underwear, just pulling them down far enough for Mike to see a few short curls.
He could have looked at Ezra like this all day, just about to finish undressing, moments away from being completely bare. It was almost better than looking at him naked, the anticipation of what was about to happen twisting in the pit of Mike’s stomach.
“See something you like?” Ezra teased, pushing his underwear over his hips and ass, letting them fall past his thighs and then stepping out of them. He reached over to the side table for lube, turned the bottle over in his hand, and then, biting his lower lip, held it out to Mike.
Mike completely forgot the question, too busy staring at the lube Ezra was holding out to him.
“No pressure,” Ezra said. “But you’ve got areallypretty cock, and I want it.”
Mike’s mouth went dry, his hand extending automatically to take the offered tube from Ezra. He felt the weight of it of it in his hand, giddy excitement welling up in his chest.
“Okay,” he croaked, voice already cracking. “Yeah, okay.”
Ezra grinned so brightly that Mike knew for sure he’d made the right decision. Not that he’d ever planned on saying no. He still wanted anything and everything Ezra was willing to give to him.
He wanted it even more, now. Now that he was sure of Ezra, sure he couldhavethis.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Ezra said, nodding to it. Mike didn’t hesitate to obey, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress. He was rewarded instantly by Ezra sitting in his lap, knees planted either side of his hips, half-hard cock brushing against the soft skin of his belly.
Ezra rocked back and forth, his ass rubbing against the sensitive skin of Mike’s cock as he squirmed his way into position, making it clear exactly what he wanted.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he murmured, biting his lip and resting his forehead against Mike’s.
Mike scrambled to open the lube, fumbling with the top at first but finally flicking it open and pouring a generous bead onto his fingers. Too much, probably, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt Ezra.
“Sure you trust me to do this?” he asked.
Ezra nodded, shifting his weight again, grinding down against Mike. “Just take your time,” Ezra said. “Don’t worry, I can take it.”
Mike swallowed, rubbing the lube between his thumb and fingers until it didn’t feel cool against his skin anymore, remembering Ezra doing the same. He’d learn. He’d learn everything he needed to know to make Ezra happy, to make him wanted and loved and to take care of him.
This was too important to give anything else than his full attention.
