If We Survive The Night

Everything

Jaden

I kiss him, abandoning all restraint. I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin against my palms. So much contact, finally. It's like all of those little moments of physical contact that I barely allowed myself are finally running together, the little trickle of intimacy turning into a flood.

He's so accepting of it, too. His hands wrap around my neck, his lips open to mine. He licks into my mouth, a quick move that goes straight to my dick. I moan, squeezing him. Why does this feel so intense? I'm not a virgin. I had a girlfriend in high school, and then a couple of one-night stands—with girls, of course. Is it because he's a guy that this feels so different?

Probably not.

It's probably just because it's him.

One of his hands slides down, and he palms me through my shorts, forcing another moan out of me. He leans back a bit, trapped between me and the sink, his eyes shining with desire and mischief.

"So, you do like me," he says, sounding out of breath. "I've been wondering."

"A bit," I murmur, and try to kiss him again, but he turns his face away.

"How about we move it to the bedroom?" he says. "I already have an imprint of this sink on my back."

"Should I carry you there?" I pull him to the middle of the kitchen and kiss him again.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking." He tries to move away, but my embrace keeps him in place. He looks at me questioningly.

"I can't let you go," I admit.

He laughs a bit. "I won't run."

Gently, he frees himself and pulls me by the hand after him.

It's shadowy in the bedroom, the blinds mostly closed. Casey walks to the bed, pulling off his T-shirt. I watch as he lets it drop to the floor. He's only wearing his boxers now. His pale skin almost glows in the shadows, his body perfectly shaped, slim but not skinny. I stop in the doorway, just taking him in. He turns, sees me watching. He smiles seductively, but I can also distinguish a touch of insecurity in his expression.

"It's your first time, isn't it?" he says.

I swallow. "With a guy, yes."

"How far do you want to go? Like, what do you want to do?"

That question sounds so hot it makes my dick twitch in my pants. The underlying assumption that I can do whatever I feel like makes my head swim.

"Everything," I say, closing the distance between us.

Sliding my hands around his waist, I bury my face between his neck and his shoulder, and suck on the tender skin.

"Oh, fuck," he gasps, and I know that I've found a good spot. Which is great, because he smells so nice there.

The truth is, I'm not sure what I want to do. It's kind of hard to put into words. I don't just want to fuck him, like I did with the girls before. I want to possess him, to consume him, to make him mine, not just his body, all of him. How can I say something like that without freaking him out?

He sits down on the bed, then reaches out, hooks his finger through the waistband of my shorts, pulling me closer. He looks up at me. "May I?.."

I just blink at him, and nod, dumbstruck. Gently, he pushes his hands under my waistband and pulls my shorts down, together with my boxers. My erection bobs free in front of his face. The need to have him touch me is almost unbearable, but before I can ask, he leans forward and takes me into his mouth.

Light sparkles behind my closed eyelids. I shut my eyes on purpose, the sight of him doing this too hot, too likely to bring me to the edge quickly. I don't want this to end quickly. I want all of it, all of him, all I can get. Still, even without looking, the rhythmical moves of his hot mouth, combined with the occasional quick, playful presses of his tongue into my slit almost bring me to the point of no return.

"Wait, wait," I say, sliding my hand into his hair, gently freeing myself. He looks up, an eyebrow raised. "Wait. I... don't want to finish yet."

He smiles a bit, licking his lips, and I almost come from just the sight of it. I have to grab my dick and squeeze hard to keep that from happening.

"What do you want to do, then?" he says.

Claim you. Make you mine.

"Do you think we could..." I say. "Like, go all the way?"

His grin grows wider. "You move fast for a beginner."

"I mean, if you're not ready, we don't have to..."

"Oh, I'm ready." He laughs. "I'm just surprised that you are." He looks at the nightstand. "Do you have lube and condoms?"

Oh shit. I forgot all about that.

"Condoms, yes," I say, "but lube..."

He nods, as if having expected that. "Anything like it?"

"Such as?.."

He wrinkles his forehead, then snaps his fingers. "I think I saw an aloe vera gel in the bathroom."

"Oh, cool. Will that work? I don't want to hurt you."

He gets to his feet and kisses me gently. "It'll work fine."

By the time I'm back with the gel, he's fully naked. He smiles as I stop and stare. He comes over and helps me get rid of my T-shirt, and then we're both naked, on the bed, skin to skin, lips to lips, moving against each other.

I squeeze some lube out onto my palms and massage him for a bit before letting my finger slide inside. He gasps, and his body jerks away, escaping the intrusion, but then, before I can pull it out, he moves forward, impaling himself. This is so hot I can barely contain myself. I continue fucking him with my finger and, judging but the growing desperation of his kisses, he's into it. I pause to add some lube, and then another finger, his body repeating the previous reactions—the initial escape, then the increasingly enthusiastic welcome.

"Do you think I can..." I whisper in his ear. "Is it okay if I..."

"Go ahead," he breathes out.

While I put on the condom, he turns to his side, his perfectly round ass exposed, an invitation I can't refuse. I grab his waist and press against him, gradually sliding inside, into the heat and the pressure. He gasps, grasping at me, his hand squeezing my thigh, pulling me to him, into him. I pause, and he shifts, adjusting, and then, slowly, we begin to move, our bodies gradually melting into one.

As we pick up the pace, I'm beginning to lose my thoughts, too wrapped up in my own sensations, in the moans and gasps that I elicit from him, the broken whispers of begging and encouragement. I try to hold on, but this is too much. I slide my hand around him and grab his erection, and he immediately pushes into my fist. After just a few thrusts, he's spilling into my palm, and then, abandoning all attempts at self-restraint, I follow suit.