✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

24. Their First Time (M)

Vance had a huge appetite for things, Blake learned over the next month of dates and fooling around. It wasn't really a new development since he knew that Vance was pretty starved for fun, being so introverted and closeted, but for such an innocent exterior, he could be pretty... ravenous. For good food, for fun places, for new ideas, and for sexy things.

"Ah—Blake!" There was hardly any room between them with how close Vance's arms were keeping him, but Blake didn't mind one bit. He just held up Vance's thigh against his hip as his other hand was pumping three fingers in and out of his hot little hole to nail his swollen, sensitive prostate. It was a good thing no one bought tickets to see this lame flick, so no one could hear the sweet moans coming from the projector room.

"So fucking sexy. I love it when you beg for me to stretch you wider." He scissored his fingers, pulling his rim until Vance whimpered and melted against him. "Does this turn you on, baby? Getting finger-fucked against the wall?"

His sense of pride had all but dissolved after Blake kept him waiting the entire evening before he got his hands on him. But Vance had more or less accepted all the embarrassing things Blake would say to him after they'd been fooling around for about two months. He could even bring himself to admit a delirious, "Uh-huh...."

Vance was such a dream; he only got sexier and sexier. And cuter, and more charming, and more affectionate—God, Blake really hoped this lasted as long as possible.

"Blake," he breathed before his name tapered off into a whine as he got swept into another kiss again. Vance's hand snuck between them and only made three or four strokes before there was a hot, sticky mess between their stomachs. Those hot, silky walls kept squeezing and pulsing around Blake's fingers.

When Vance was all done, Blake put his leg down and gave him a sweeter, gentler kiss to those red-bitten lips. "Was that good?"

There was that precious, spacey expression on Vance's face, but there was also a hint of tension in his brow and lips. It was scary since Vance would usually be so content and affectionate right after.

"Was something wrong?" Blake asked right away. "Vance?"

"There was nothing wrong." Blake finally identified the expression as Vance leaned in again. Desire. "I just... want more."

"More? Four fingers?" The look on Vance's face showed that Blake was still missing the mark. "What do you mean more, baby?"

Vance didn't really say anything as Blake peppered kisses on his jaw. Eventually he just came out with, "I dunno...."

"Hm?" This felt like a riddle. "You dunno?"

He thought a bit before he tried, "What... what do you want?"

"I want whatever you want. I like seeing you feel good."

"You don't want anything?" Vance gave him this little frown and very purposefully pushed his thigh against Blake's erection. "I'll—I'll do anything you want."

Blake's face got all hot. See, this was what he was talking about. Sexy as hell. "A-anything?"

"Yes." He looked away all nervous now even though he was asking.

Now that someone was asking, Blake had no idea what to ask. He'd really rather be asked for something; he'd have more than enough fun doing what Vance wanted. Even though Blake had a lot of things that he liked, he didn't have something he really wanted.

"I wouldn't mind fucking your thighs right now." They'd done it a few times, and Blake was really in the mood for it. "Would you let me?"

"You can... you can do more."