“Yup,” I cut him off. “Only one ex-boyfriend, so yeah. That one.”
Ezra reached out and laced his fingers in mine, pulling my hand closer to him. My heartbeat kicked up, and I felt my cock grow hard in my pants.
“Wait,” I said. “Does that mean we’re going to…”
“Oh gosh,” Ezra said, laughing to himself. “I don’t know. I thought maybe. And then you came back with me. Then I wasn’t sure, but we just said all of that.”
I slid closer to him on the bed, and he pulled my hand up against his chest. I could feel the beating of his heart, going fast like mine was.
“We just said all of that,” I repeated.
All of a sudden, Ezra jumped on top of me, laughing as he kissed at my neck. I started giggling in response, throwing my arms around him and feeling how good his body was against mine. After a second, we tumbled to the side and started making out, our mouths finding each other in a warm, deep kiss.
He tasted like candy. And lasers.
I felt warm all over my body. Every time his hand traced across my skin or our legs tangled together, I trembled with the pleasure of it. Desire built up inside of me, burning like the sun, and when his hand landed on my butt, I let out a surprised little moan.
Ezra pulled his mouth away, biting down on his lip and grinning at me.
I blushed and held the back of my arm against my forehead. Catching my breath, I remembered the wine and grabbed the glass to take a couple big gulps.
“You’re so sexy, Irving,” Ezra said. “Especially when you let your light shine.”
I wasn’t sure if it was possible, but I think my blush and my erection both got stronger when he said it.
Ezra rose up on his knees, trailing his hand across his belly. He toyed with the bottom of the shirt, revealing the bottom of his happy trail and the waistband of his underwear.
“You, too,” I managed to say.
Ezra unflicked the button on his jeans, then tugged down a little on the fly. He was wearing a pair of light purple briefs with white piping, and I could see the tip of his cock, hard against the fabric. Swallowing hard, I tried to remind myself this was really happening and that Ezra wasn’t going to run away from me at the last second.
He wasn’t Brick at the bar, or Mario secretly seducing my roommate. He was Ezra, and he was right in front of me.
I rose up on my knees so that we were face to face, then undid my pants, doing it a lot faster and not nearly as smoothly as he did. I kept my eyes trained straight into his as I rubbed my hand along the waist of my underwear, fingering the tight, white boxer briefs until my hand landed on my ass. I watched his lips tremble as I stroked my backside, pushing down my jeans so that he could see the curves of my bubble butt.
Nervous energy bubbled up inside of me, but the more Ezra met my eyesight, the more I felt comfortable with him.
He leaned forward, kissing me softly, then pulled his lips back. When I traced my hand along my butt again, he took in a soft, quick breath. “Irving, do you want me to fuck you?” he said gently.
I nodded quickly, pressing my forehead against his chest. I was desperate to feel something different, something good, to replace all the bad memories I had been left with from Mario. And Ezra was so sweet to me. I couldn’t imagine anyone better than him to make new memories with.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t think I can do that. I’ve just… only ever been interested in being a bottom.”
I brought my face back up to his. My pants fell down to my knees when I leaned forward, and the Prince song switched, giving us a flash of silence. I heard his breath, fast and sweet, and the soft sound of our bodies coming together. We kissed again, and our tongues met in a swirl that sent a tremble down my back. After a second, I pulled my lips back.
“Ezra, I’m a bottom, too,” I confessed.
We stared at each other for a second, then fell backward on the bed together. Ezra started laughing first, and then I joined him, my stomach bouncing as I let out all the built-up steam.
Ezra laced his hand back in mine, and we turned on our sides to face each other. We both had our pants halfway down, and our erections were straining against the fabric of our underwear. “That doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun,” he said, squeezing my hand.
He had this mischievous look in his eyes, and I guess it made me feel bolder than I usually did because when he said it I reached out my hand and slowly stroked it up the length of his cock, feeling the stiffness through the cotton of his briefs.
Ezra pulled up his shirt, tossing it off and giving me a good look at his slim muscles. As he placed his hand over his mouth, I kicked off my pants, then shoved my free hand down my underwear. It felt playful, like we were exploring together, and I rubbed behind my balls, pushing my fingers backward until I found my hole.
It was almost embarrassing to do in front of Ezra what I normally just did alone in bed, but now that I had started, it was like I couldn’t stop. Ezra met my eyes, and I saw that he was panting against his hand. When I started to stroke his cock again from the bottom, his hand shot down to his backside, searching for his hole.
We started writhing together, our fingers inside of our bodies and my free hand teasing Ezra’s cock with tantalizingly slow strokes. His legs started twitching beneath him, and my cock pulsed its wet tip against my undies. I felt ready to explode already, and as my fingers went another inch in and found my prostate, I let out a weak moan.
