Ross woke to the sound of people cat calling outside. It was light and he opened his eyes and realised that Jim was still behind him, his bare skin warm and one arm wrapped protectively around Ross' waist. He was breathing steadily into the back of Ross' neck and it tickled ever so slightly.
Ross smiled crazily into the pillow as his still sleepy brain thought back to the previous night's events. It had taken a turn he would never have dreamed of, but he couldn't have been happier. He squirmed gleefully and stifled a giggle. There was a shift behind him and he stopped moving.
'Ross.' Jim's voice was thick with sleep. 'Stop fucking wriggling. You're giving me a hard –on.'
'Sorry.' he said, half turning to try and look over his shoulder. He could now feel it though, digging into his lower back, and it made him blush. 'I didn't mean to.'
'It's okay.' Jim said and then Ross found himself being pulled even closer. 'You smell so good, it probably would have happened anyway.'
'I do?' Ross was dumbfounded that anyone would find his smell pleasant. It wasn't something he was used to hearing, being the teenage boy that he was.
'So fucking good.' Jim was now sticking his nose right into the back of Ross' neck and suddenly there wasn't one hard-on, but two to deal with. Especially when the nosing turned to kissing. Jim's mouth was warm and wet and he moved onto one elbow and licked the side of Ross' neck and suddenly everything seemed very far away. Ross melted back into him, and arched involuntarily, the stretch in his muscles delicious.
'I should probably get going.' he said, trying to sound like he was motivated to actually get up and not secretly hoping that he could spend the whole day naked in Jim's bed with the prospect of a re-run of the previous night on the cards. Or possibly more.
'No, I don't think so.' Jim was sounding a little breathless. 'I think you should stay right here.' He turned Ross around and Ross found himself staring into deep blue-green eyes. His breathing caught and then Jim pulled him flush against him and their cocks connected and Ross nearly went cross-eyed from how good it felt.
'Oh fuck.' he said and Jim smiled lazily. He got hold of Ross and rolled them both so he was underneath, his hands on Ross' backside as he leaned up and kissed him. Ross was at a loss as to what to do, but eventually instinct overrode everything else and he ended up simultaneously enthusiastically dry humping Jim's thigh and slobbering all over him like a big puppy.
'Jesus.' Jim gasped as he came up for air. 'Hang on.' He pushed at Ross and got him to sit up. 'I'm going to show you something.'
'What?' Ross was out of breath and horribly hard. He looked down and noticed that Jim was in exactly the same state.
'Sit on top of me. Across my legs.' Jim said and Ross frowned, then shuffled back so he was straddling Jim's thighs. Jim was feeling around in the crumpled blanket and then came up with the bottle of lube. He emptied a generous amount into his hand and Ross got horribly excited at the prospect of getting jerked off. He sat and watched intently as Jim reached for him and then moaned shamelessly as Jim slicked him up. It felt so amazing, far better than anything he' ever done to himself.
'Fuck.' he said looking down at where Jim was making sure that he was completely wet, but then Jim took his hand away and Ross looked at him in confusion. He watched as Jim emptied more lube into his hand and did himself and Ross realised what he was doing. He'd heard about guys jerking off together and, while he was a little disappointed that Jim wasn't going to be doing it he wasn't averse to them doing it together. He started to reach for himself, when Jim grabbed his wrist with his clean hand.
'No.' he said. 'Watch.' He surprised the crap out of Ross by wrapping his hand around both of them. That was not what Ross had expected. But he had to admit that with the added lubrication, the feeling was intense and very very nice indeed. Then Jim started moving his hand and Ross nearly went through the roof.
