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Hours later, Jeremy awoke to the feel of lips on the back of his neck. He shivered and felt Evan smile against his skin.
“Mmm, what are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
Jeremy smiled without opening his eyes and felt Evan’s hand slid over his hip. He tensed when Evan’s slender fingers passed over his scars, but he forced himself to take a deep breath and relax. They clearly weren’t an issue for Evan, and Jeremy was going to have to learn to be okay with it. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?” he teased.
“Nope.”
Jeremy opened his eyes, squinting at the clock to see what time it was. A little after three in the morning? Gross. He’d been up horribly early the previous morning to watch the sunrise with Evan, but this was a much better reason to be awake as far as he was concerned. And he liked that Evan felt brave enough to initiate.
“Feels like you’re doing a little bit more than kissing me,” Jeremy joked. He could feel the stiff prod of Evan’s cock against his ass. It had been a long time since he’d bottomed, but he didn’t have any qualms about offering his ass up to Evan. The thought of it made blood begin to fill his cock.
“Do you want me to let you go back to sleep?” Evan asked, sounding shy all of a sudden.
Rather than answer verbally, Jeremy reached for Evan’s hand and brought it down to his semi-hard cock. He wasn’t twenty-one like Evan—hard at the drop of a hat—but he wasn’t exactly struggling to get it up either. Being in bed with someone he trusted had done wonders for his libido. It hadn’t been dead, just dormant. He groaned when Evan wrapped his fingers around Jeremy’s dick and tentatively stroked. “I don’t think sleep is what I have in mind now,” he replied.
“I don’t know what to do,” Evan whispered against his shoulder, and the little edge of vulnerability in Evan’s voice was a sharp reminder that Evan was new at all of this. “I’ve never ...”
“I like what you’re doing now.” Evan’s grip tightened at the praise, and Jeremy moaned quietly. “Show me what feels good to you, and I’ll tell you if I like it.”
Evan scooted closer, pressing the entire length of his body to Jeremy’s as he continued to jerk Jeremy’s cock. “Fuck, yeah,” Jeremy said with a groan as Evan swirled his thumb across the tip, the sticky wetness smoothing the motion. He imagined Evan fucking him while he stroked, and he pushed back against Evan’s cock. Evan began to rut against him, and Jeremy closed his eyes, feeling heat spread over his body. “I can’t wait to feel you in me,” he muttered, groaning again as he pushed into Evan’s hand.
Evan froze, his grip tightening painfully. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
Jeremy gently extricated his cock from Evan’s too-tight grasp and shifted onto his back, twisting his head to look at Evan. “Okay. No pressure.”
Evan propped himself up on one elbow. “Sorry.”
Jeremy’s eyes had adjusted to the amount of light in the room, and he reached up to grip Evan’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Hey, doesn’t matter. Whether we do that someday or never, I don’t care. All I want is for you to feel good and enjoy what we’re doing, okay?”
Evan nodded and he leaned in to kiss him. “You could fuck me again,” Evan whispered against his mouth, and Jeremy stilled.
He drew back and frowned. “You’re not too sore?”
“No. I mean, I’m a little bit sore, but it feels kinda good too. I like that I can sort of still feel where you were.”
“Oh, Jesus, kid.” Jeremy’s voice went all low and growly at Evan’s words, and he felt Evan shiver. He wrapped a hand around the back of Evan’s neck and tugged him down so Jeremy was flat on his back and Evan had to brace a hand against his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, but the thought of being inside you again ...”
“So fuck me,” Evan said, tone coaxing.
“If you promise you’ll tell me if it gets too uncomfortable, okay?”
He couldn’t see Evan roll his eyes, but he could practically hear it in the tone. “You worry too much about me, Jeremy. You don’t have to be so careful.”
Cupping Evan’s cheek in his hand, he drew in close for another kiss. I could never be too careful with you, Jeremy thought with a lump in his throat. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
He had Evan roll onto his right side and prepped him slowly and carefully, not sliding inside until Evan was panting and begging.
On their sides, with Jeremy spooned around Evan, the sex was slow and deliberate. Jeremy reveled in the feeling of being inside Evan with no condom, nothing to create any barriers between them. He’d never had sex like this either. The sweet, gentle type was all new to him.
He licked and nuzzled Evan’s neck and earlobe, making him gasp and squirm. Jeremy nearly came right then as Evan tightened around Jeremy’s cock, and he had to clamp a hand on Evan’s hip and grit his teeth to hold it together.
“You okay?” Evan asked.
“More than okay,” Jeremy reassured him. “You almost made me come though.” He spread his palm against Evan’s flat stomach, rolling his hips against Evan’s ass, relieved that this position didn’t seem to put any strain on him. He’d rarely fucked in this position before, it was too intimate, but with Evan, it seemed just right. “You okay?”
“Never been better,” Evan said, and Jeremy could hear the smile in his voice. He kissed Evan’s shoulder, quelling the overwhelming urge to bite and suck Evan’s neck until it was ringed with blue-black spots. Unfortunately, he had a feeling Evan would be uncomfortable if he left marks, so he kept it gentle.
Sweat slicked their skin everywhere it was pressed together, and Jeremy reached around Evan’s hip to grasp his cock. Jeremy knew he wouldn’t last, so he quickly jerked Evan to orgasm. Evan was still coming as Jeremy felt his own release surge up from his balls in prickling waves of pleasure that made white-hot speckles dance in front of his eyes.
“Love you,” he muttered as he thrust a little harder, hips stuttering against Evan’s backside as he emptied into his ass. “God, I love you.”
Evan shuddered, and Jeremy let go of his cock, wiping his palm on the sheet. His arms tightened around Evan as he rested his forehead against his shoulder and let the post-orgasm sated feeling wash over him.
Tears prickled the back of Jeremy’s eyelids as they lay together, a spent, exhausted mess. I love you so goddamn much, he thought. Thank you for not giving up on me.