He used his free hand to stroke Barnaby’s hip, gentle and soothing. Barnaby’s face had turned into the pillow, and Lex watched the real struggle there, real nerves. More than he’d expected. This wasn’t just posh-boy inhibition. Barnaby’s knuckles were white on the sheets, his breathing shallow and uneven. Lex slowed right down, working him with a patience he’d never bothered with before.
He pulled his fingers out, positioned himself between Barnaby’s thighs, and lined himself up. He couldn’t take any more of this without running the very real risk of coming at the sight of Barnaby spread out before him. The head of his cock pressed against Barnaby’s rim, and Lex felt the resistance immediately. He was still much too tight in spite of all the preparation. He poured more lube over himself, slicking the condom, and tried again.
“Never had anyone this big before, huh?” Lex asked, keeping his voice low and steady.
Barnaby shook his head. His hands were white-knuckled on the sheets.
Lex pushed in slowly, watching the head of his cock breach Barnaby’s rim. Barnaby’s body resisted, then gave, the ring of muscle stretching tight around him. Barnaby went rigid beneath him, breath hitching sharp and shallow, eyes squeezed shut. His hand pushed weakly against Lex’s hip, keeping him still.
“Look at me,” Lex said. “Barnaby. Look at me.”
Barnaby’s eyes opened. They were wide and grey and overwhelmed.
“You’re all right,” Lex said. “You’re all good with me.”
He pushed in another inch. Barnaby made a strangled sound and twisted sideways, pulling away so that Lex’s cock almost completely withdrew.
“It’s too much,” Barnaby said. His voice was tight, strained. “Lex, it’s—”
“I know. I know. We’ll stop. Just breathe for a second.”
Lex stayed exactly where he was, barely inside, giving Barnaby time to adjust. His own cock was screaming at him, every nerve ending demanding he justpush, but he gritted his teeth and waited.
“All right,” Barnaby said after a moment. “All right. Try again.”
Lex pushed in another inch. Then another. Barnaby’s breathing was too fast, too shallow, and his whole body was locked up tight. Lex stopped again, kissed him, murmured reassurances that he wasn’t entirely sure Barnaby was hearing.
Doubt went through him, sharp and unfamiliar. Barnaby was the smallest framed bloke he’d ever been with. Lex had been with women he’d dwarfed in size, but that wasn’t a fair comparison; they had entirely different equipment, and the sex involved different mechanics. Barnaby was narrow, and tight and clearly already struggling this early on. Lex wasn’t sure if patience and an entire bottle of lube was going to be enough.
It took an age. Bit by bit, inch by inch, stopping every time Barnaby’s breath caught or his body tensed, until finally,finally, Lex was fully seated. Barnaby’s thighs were shaking. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy, and he looked terrified.
“You’re all right,” Lex said, and kissed him again. “You’re all right, Barns.”
Barnaby’s breathing started to even out. Lex gave him another minute, then started to move in slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to ease the friction. Barnaby’s hips shifted beneath him, but in the wrong direction. Lex tried to adjust, angling hiships to hit that spot he’d found with his fingers, but Barnaby was moving all wrong. His timing was off, his rhythm non-existent, and when Lex tried to guide him with a hand on his hip Barnaby just went still. Completely still. Lying there like a plank of wood while Lex moved above him.
“Barns,” Lex said. “Come on, mate. Move with me.”
Barnaby didn’t move.
Lex pulled out, flipped him over, and pulled his hips up into position. Doggy would be easier. Less awkward. He could do the work, let Barnaby just hold himself up.
He lined himself up again, pressed the head of his cock against Barnaby’s rim, and started to push in. It was just as tight as before, and offered just as much resistance. Barnaby’s back arched, his breath catching, and for a second Lex thought they’d found the right angle to keep both of them happy. Then Barnaby pulled forward, hips shifting away, and Lex slipped out entirely.
“All right, yeah? Let’s give this a go.” Lex muttered. He grabbed Barnaby’s hips, positioned him again, and pushed back in. “When I push in, you push back. Yeah? Work with me.”
Barnaby nodded. Lex thrust forward. Barnaby pulled away.
Lex stopped. He looked down at Barnaby’s pale, narrow back, at the sharp jut of his shoulder blades, and the truth landed flat and undeniable. This was a disaster. Barnaby was gorgeous, funny, clever, brilliant company. And a fucking terrible shag.
He tried once more. Slowed right down, rolled his hips instead of driving them, and pressed his palm flat against the small of Barnaby’s back the way he had in the gym that first time. Barnaby’s breathing changed. It became a fraction slower, a fraction deeper and for about three seconds Lex thought he was getting somewhere. Then Barnaby’s spine locked again, and the rhythm died before it had properly started.
Lex gritted his teeth and kept going. He picked up the pace, chasing his own release now because there was no point pretending this was working for either of them. Barnaby was silent beneath him, his body tense, and when Lex finally came it was more relief than pleasure. He pulled out, stripped off the condom, and dropped it into the bin by the bed.
Barnaby was still on his hands and knees, breathing hard. Lex reached around, wrapped his hand around Barnaby’s cock, and stroked him off with quick, efficient movements. Barnaby came with a choked sound, spilling over Lex’s hand, and then collapsed forward onto the mattress.
“You all right?” Lex asked.
“Yes,” Barnaby said. His voice was muffled by the pillow. “Fine. That was—fine. Thank you.”
