Funny How Love Is (Maylor AU)

Chapter 90

Their lips connected once again, and—with shaky hands—Roger moved to toy with the buttons on Brian's shirt, slipping a hand inside the fabric and rubbing across the expanse of his chest, only to teasingly stop just above his belt buckle. The professor pulled back to sit with his knees bracketing Roger's hips and earned a needy whine from the younger man as he shrugged the now unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders. Roger impatiently sat up and tugged at his own button-up, too caught up in the moment to take his time in getting it off.

There was an air of hesitation as Roger reached for Brian's belt, but he swallowed his nerves and took a leap of faith to undo the buckle, all without looking up at Brian; opting instead to stare at his work in front of him. Before the blonde had a chance to go any farther, Brian rolled off of him to remove his pants, giving Roger the opportunity to slip out of the rest of his own clothes too. As they lay side-by-side, completely naked for the first time in front of each other, a more comfortable silence fell upon them.

Roger gave his partner a quick smile before sliding off the bed to rummage through the few belongings they had brought along. Brian sat up on his elbows to watch the younger man, donning a confused, uneasy smile when Roger turned back around with a bottle of lube in his hand.

"Where'd that come from?" Brian asked, eliciting a smirk from the blonde.

"I brought it with. You wanna prep me?"

"Prep?"

"Yeah, you can't just go in, Brian. Have you ever fingered a girl?" The professor's breath hitched at the question, his faint blush spreading down to his chest in definite embarrassment. "Come on," Roger continued, sitting back on the mattress on his knees, "Don't tell me in all the times you've shagged Chrissie, you've never used your hands."

"I mean...yeah, I have," Brian murmured, suddenly very interested in a loose thread poking out of the comforter on the bed.

"Great," Roger quipped, clearly not sharing in the shame. "It's basically the same thing, but you just do it in my arse."

"Isn't that going to hurt?" the professor inquired, sure that he looked as bright as a fire engine as his blush continued to spread.

"Not if you do it right. Where do you think your dick is gonna go?" Brian felt almost shameful as the slight annoyance in Roger's voice grew more apparent. "You know what? I'll just do it myself."

"Wait," Brian sighed, finally looking up to meet Roger's heated gaze, "I-I wanna help...I'm just nervous. It is my first time with a guy, remember, but if it'll make you feel good...I-I want to."

Roger let out a small laugh, mainly directed towards himself, and moved to straddle the professor. "Alright, just follow my lead whenever you're ready."

The blonde clicked open the bottle in his hands and poured some of the slick substance onto his own fingers, tipping the bottle towards his partner as he smoothed the liquid between his digits. Brian nervously brought a hand up and swallowed hard as the cold gel landed on his fingers. Roger smirked and threw the bottle to the side, his hand disappearing behind him and hips slightly jerking as he slid his first finger in with no difficulty.

Brian followed Roger's earlier movements and watched in awe at the practiced ease with which the blonde's arm flexed—his face lax with almost routine boredom instead of pleasure—while he tried to warm the lube up before gathering the courage to dive in. The professor let out one last shaky breath before reaching behind the blonde and adding his finger alongside the two digits already doing most of the work. Roger let out a small squeak at the new feeling, actually finding some joy in the carefulness his current lover took in opening him up. They slowly built up a rhythm, both staring at each other with hooded eyes and relaxed grins, until Roger instinctively rolled his hips back and felt Brian's hard cock against his backside.