Connor and Troye were living together. Finally.
Well, they were still "just friends", but after Troye graduated high school, they decided to rent an apartment together in east L.A.
The two boys were just settling in to their new apartment, getting their rooms organized and trying to get themselves to feel at home.
Later in the evening, Troye decided he had to take a shower. Stepping in, he felt the warm water rush over him and relaxed into the warmth. He had his coconut mango shampoo and conditioner ready, and began to rub it into his scalp.
Unfortunately, some of the shampoo slid down from his flattened brown hair into the crease of his eye. When he opened his eyes again, he immediately felt the sting of the shampoo burning his eye.
"AHHH FUCK!" He yelled, probably loud enough for the entire apartment building to have heard.
Then he heard banging on the bathroom door, and he assumed it was Connor. He couldn't even respond because he was too busy trying to rid his eye of the pain.
The unlocked door had swung open, and the shower curtain flew back, and out of one squinted eye, Troye saw Connor standing there with a slight expression of panic planted in his face. Not to mention, Connor wasn't wearing a shirt either.
"Troye, what the fuck happened?" He asked while realizing it was probably the shampoo. He was trying his best to hold back a giggle at Troye's obvious discomfort- in more ways than one. He was standing in the shower, still naked, with Connor resting one hand against the wall while simultaneously eyeing Troye in his exposed state.
"I got shampoo in my eye! It stings, Connor," he wailed.
Connor froze for a second, looked down as he shook his head, and said "Troye, grab my arm and step out of the shower. I'll help you rinse it out."
He stepped out and scurried to the sink, still attached to Connor. He rinsed out his eye as much as he could until the pain went away. As it finally simmered down, he turned to see Connor looking at him with a little smirk on his pink lips.
"Are you okay? I hate to say it, but that was one of the cutest things I've ever witnessed," Connor said.
Troye blushed and said "cute?! I was practically dying! But yes. Yes I am okay, thanks to you Con."
They both just stood there for a second, smiling, until Connor spoke up. "Okay look," he said while giving Troye a glance-over, "I'm not gonna lie, you look really hot right now, and I'm sort of getting hard," Connor said.
"Are you now? Really?" Troye said while indiscreetly sliding his hand onto Connors waist and then slipping his hand down to his lower area. He let his hand travel all the way down until it was literally on top of Connors dick, and then he squeezed it slightly as though he was just making sure Connor was telling the truth. "Oh. Wow."
Before Troye took his hand off, Connor traced Troye's hand with his, until he was holding it from the back. He then moved both of their hands into the front of his joggers and underneath his briefs. Their breaths were getting quicker, and both of them were slightly confused as to why they were allowing this to happen.
Connor took both of their hands out as he became fully erect, and then whispered into Troye's ear, "how about we go to the bed?"
They walked over hand in hand, and Connor pushed Troye down to sit on the bed. He leaned down to let Troye know he wanted him to take his pants off for him.
Troye happily obliged.
After Troye pushed down Connors pants all the way, he said, "Connor, are you going to fuck me?"
"If you'd be so kind to allow me, yes. I most certainly am going to fuck you." Troye's eyes lit up with excitement and he pulled Connor down so he could kiss him right on his lips. It was weird. They had known each other for so long, both knowing the other one was gay, but they never thought of each other that way until now.
Boy had they been missing out.
Connor leaned back from their make out, just to let his eyes wander over his best friends face. His eyes, nose, lips... How could someone's lips be so endearing? He didn't understand. But he let it take him over, every second feeling more and more ready to be inside of Troye.
At some point while their lips were connected, Troye had maneuvered himself to be straddling Connor, both their bare crotches touching each other's. When Connor realized the reality of this, he let himself start to rut onto Troye's lower half, opening his ears to the sound of Troye's whimpers and moans.
"Let me, please let me be inside you now Troye," Connor exhaled before taking another deep breath. While he spoke, his fingers crawled to Troye's little hole, and pushed one inside
After three fingers had been fucking in and out of Troye for far too long, Connor told Troye he was going on top again.
Slowly, taking Troye's virgin body into consideration, Connor pushed in.
"Aaah, ow, fuck," Troye was on the brink of tears.
"Sh, baby, it will feel good really soon, I promise. He started moving faster and faster until Troy literally began to scream his name. He sounded so good, saying Connors name so loud. He never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately it did, Troye came first with his cum spilling onto him and Connor. T didn't take Connor long after that, and he came inside Troye only to sigh and gasp and the feeling of riding off his high. He didn't pull out, but he moved beside Troye and said "now I have proof that you are beautiful at all times. Even when you're gasping for air and calling my name. You're beautiful."
"I couldn't be happier that my first time was with you, Connor."
"Good," he kissed his nose and said "Troye, get shampoo in your eyes more often."
