“Oh God, you’re terrible!” Nicko laughs, despite his groan and glowing cheeks.
“Unless you already know you don’t like that?”
“What?”
I shrug. “I don’t think you were honest with me at Christmas. It’s cool if you don’t want to bottom, I just want you to tell me and not make me guess.” I’m glad I followed my instincts that night. Otherwise, we might have very well checked it off right then and there. And while I want to imagine I'm not a terrible partner in bed, I don't think anyone should figure out whether or not they like something by just doing it. At least not without communicating first.
“I– that! Hmpf.” Nicko is back to hiding, but at least this time it's only behind one hand, so that I can still see the blush that's spreading over his cheeks. I chuckle and nose along under his jaw.
“Don't worry about it, it’s everyone’s first time at some point. And some people don’t like to bottom at all, which is also totally fine.”
“It’s not that I don't want...I just…” he grimaces behind his hand, then sighs and slowly pulls it away to gesture. His eyes are fixed on a point on the ceiling rather than looking at me. “I didn't want you to make it into a whole thing. That I am…”
“A virgin?”
“I'm nota virgin!” He swats at my shoulder.
I catch his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm, then link our fingers together. “Okay, okay! You're not, but you haven't had anal sex before.”
“Uhm, what about Christmas?”
“I mean you haven't bottomed before.”
Nicko grimaces at my direct words, but nods slowly.
“Would you like to?” I ask, carefully, though not without some curiosity.
“Ugh, after all thisincrediblepillow talk I’m not sure I do.” Nicko narrows his eyes at me. His cheeks are still flushed pink, so I don’t let it deter me.
“Suuure,” I play along, running my hand down his side to pull one of his legs up over my hip. My hand slides up his thigh to his ass. Our hips rub together, letting me feel his interest pressing against my own. “You aren’t curious at all.”
“You did make it look kind of fun, so…” Nicko huffs and cups the back of my head, pulling me down into a kiss. I let him turn us over, chuckling when he smirks triumphantly.
“Mhm, it is,” I say, working my abs to pull myself up to sitting, curling my arms around Nicko to keep our balance. He scoots backward until I can lean against the headboard and he sits over my legs.
We keep going in for short kisses, running our hands over each other's arms, legs and chests, sneaking under t-shirts and teasingly plucking waistlines away. It's not rushed, just feeling the others' skin.
Eventually, I make the first move and take my shirt off, letting it drop to the side. Then I slide my hands under Nicko's, pulling it over his head. He grumbles, but sighs into my mouth when I lean in as soon as he's free.
By the time we've both shucked our sweatpants, Nicko is rocking against me, arousal plain in the bulge he presses into my lower stomach. I let him while I slide my hands up over his thighs, fingers pushing under his boxers. I reach around to cup his ass, making him rise up to his knees with a short huff. My hands move on to settle on his hips.
“We don't have to...today, I mean.”
“Again with the outs, Xanxan? Shut up,” Nicko groans and pulls me into another kiss, then pushes my head back. Obediently, I tip my chin up as his lips slide down to my throat. His teeth scrape over my skin and I groan. My hands tense, groping at his skin, before I move them further up to brush along the curve of Nicko’s spine and the dips to the right and left of it.
He shudders when I slide my fingers down, pushing under his boxers, teasing at the top of his crack.
“Nervous?”
“...yes,” Nicko admits after a moment, tilting his head. “But that’s not a bad thing,” he adds and I nod, leaning up to nudge him under his chin with my nose.
“No, it isn't.” I move my fingers deliberately slowly to get him used to the motions. “And if you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”
“Always great to talk about stopping before we’ve even started,” Nicko jokes again, but his shoulders relax just a fraction.
I chuckle and playfully swat his ass with my other hand. “Alright, I’ll shut up if you take these off.”
Nicko growls, holding on to my shoulders as he wiggles out of his underwear. He wants to throw them in my face—I can see it in his eyes, but in the end he throws his boxers off to the side. When his hands reach for mine, I catch his wrists.
