We've Got a Groovy Thing

Pursued Feelings

After having said he loved Paul, who, by now was resting his head on his breast, Art began clicking things back from when they were teenagers. They had been experimenting with each other since they were 14. After their falling out in 1959 and Paul's moving to England, they hadn't really rekindled anything. Art kinda thought that would have been buried. But he found himself starting to want Paul again. He was holding him there, by the door, and that had been the closest the two of them had been in forever. Art started to kiss at the top of Paul's head. His lips moved further down to his cheeks and then to Paul's lips themselves. He started to moan.
"Artie- I-" he panted
"Mm-Paul I'm sorry I can't help myself." Art continued to kiss and suck at Paul's lips as he started to grab at his rear. Paul's grip on Art's arm tightened as he began to speak
"Art-" he panted "if you want to do anything we have to go somewhere where we can actually sit down." Art nodded. He grabbed Paul's hand and led him to his room. He closed the door behind him. Paul hopped up onto the bed, legs partially spread and positioning himself so that his arms were propping him up into a sitting position. Art quickly followed him and rested on top of him. He started kissing him again, harder this time. Low moans were coming out from the bottoms of their throats as Art began to undo Paul's belt. It took him a moment but he got it. He brushed his hand up the bulge in his underwear softly and reached under the waistband. He grabbed him and thrusted his hand up and down. Paul gasped. Art began to run his free hand up Paul's shirt and traced his finger around his nipple. He pulled the shirt over the smaller man's head and started kissing and sucking where he was just tracing his finger. Paul threw his head back and looked forward again as he softly groaned. Art moved down and pulled Paul's pants off all the way and started to work on his own. After he was completely undressed he positioned himself between Paul's legs. Paul bit his lip. Art lifted his hips and slowly pushed in. Paul gasped.
"Are you okay?" Art said, clearly worried.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, just give me a second." He breathed in and out slowly. "Go ahead." He continued, quietly. Art took that as a green light and he pushed a little farther in and began thrusting back and forth. Each movement got smoother and smoother. The further they got, the more natural it felt. Their bodies just clicked together. Paul wrapped his arms around Art's neck and moaned his name. Art starting kissing him while he slid in and out. They were both whining and moaning continuously as he started thrusting himself deeper and deeper into him.
"Art!" Paul cried. He wrapped himself around him as tightly as he could. "Oh God I think I'm gonna c-" his breathing became more ragged as he gasped. Hot liquid came trickling down his stomach. The contractions made Art follow quickly after. He collapsed on top of him. He swiped his fingers across the come on Paul's stomach and licked it off. He giggled and look Paul straight in the eye. Visibly content with each other, they shared a glance for what felt like forever.
"I know I said this earlier by the coat rack, but I love you, Artie." Paul said in a low tone. His face was red and his eyes were widely dilated.
"I love you too, Paulie baby" Art smiled. Paul whined and smiled back.
"You're the best." He rested his head against him as they began to drift off to sleep.