Now, he could go on dates without even freaking out about them. That was awesome.
Andy kept stroking him, his pace lazy, his touch too light to get Red off. That didn’t make it bad, though. It was nice to have sexual contact with someone who wasn’t just trying to get off as fast as possible.
The unhurried pace continued, Andy’s thumb finding every sweet spot Red had, but never dwelling on any of them long enough. It was a kind of sweet torture, one Red wanted to enjoy for as long as Andy would do it for him.
A slow, low burn of arousal was building in his gut, just enough to make him want a little more. He gasped as Andy’s grip changed, rocking his hips ever so slightly into his hand. This was good. This was exactly what he wanted, and he was grateful that Andy was letting him take it slow.
Andy’s own cock was hard, curving up toward his stomach. That was good, too, knowing that he was into this. That he was turned on by it. By Red.
All the times Red had imagined being in this situation didn’t even begin to compare to reality. In some ways, it was all too much, but he wouldn’t have traded any of it for anything. This was perfect, even if he was struggling to take it all in at once.
Just as he was starting to think he was going to come like this, Andy took his hand away. Red almost protested, but stopped himself at the last moment—if Andy was stopping, that meant they were moving on to something else.
Whatever Andy was planning, Red wanted to try it. He wanted everything Andy was willing to give.
“So, you seemed excited about the prospect of their being lube in my room…” Andy said, looking Red’s body up and down. “Were you hoping to top or bottom? Because I can go either way.”
Red swallowed. He’d kind of hoped Andy would just know, and he wouldn’t have to say anything out loud.
That was fear talking, though. He didn’t have to be afraid with Andy. Andy wasn’t going to laugh at him.
After a moment, Red cleared his throat. “I was hoping to bottom. If that’s okay?”
Andy smiled a slow, pleased smile. Red relaxed, feeling a weight lift off his chest.
“More than okay. It'll be easier for you if you roll over, as much as I hate to lose this view of you.”
Before Red could respond, Andy climbed off him so he could roll onto his stomach. He missed the contact immediately, but rolled over all the same, hissing at the friction of the bed sheets against his sensitive cock.
He hadn’t noticed so much while Andy had been touching him, but now he was suddenly aware of how hard he was. How much he wanted this, and how good Andy had been at getting him ready for it.
If all that had been idle foreplay, Red could hardly wait for the main event.
All the same, as Andy climbed back onto the bed, Red tensed up, his stomach and thighs tight. What if he couldn’t do it? What if it was too much, or he wanted to stop halfway?
As if he could read Red’s mind—though he’d probably just seen his muscles tensing—Andy shushed gently, putting a soothing hand on the small of Red’s back. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s okay. We’ll take this at your pace. Just spread your legs a little for me and try to become one with the mattress,” Andy said.
Red chuckled despite himself. Somehow, Andy always knew exactly what to say. Red knew he didn’t think of himself as good with people, but he was—it was just that he was rarely motivated to be good with them.
He shifted his legs apart and took a few deep breaths, feeling the tension flow out of him as he focused on the way the mattress felt under him, the roughness of the sheets against the delicate skin of his cock, the warmth of Andy’s hand on his back.
“This is also a good view, by the way. You have a great ass,” Andy said.
Red bit his lip as he heard the unmistakable click of Andy uncapping the lube. He was seconds away from something he’d always been curious about, something he’d wanted someone else to do for him for years.
He could do this. He trusted Andy.
“Are you a fan of pulling bandaids off as fast as possible, or are you the kind of guy who waits until they fall off in the shower?” Andy asked.
“Uh.” Red paused, not sure why Andy was asking. “I just rip ‘em off.”
“Good,” Andy said, laughter in his voice.
A moment later, he pressed a lubed finger against Red’s entrance, and Red understood why he’d been asking.
It was impossible not to tense up as Andy pushed inside him, but Red forced himself to relax a moment later. Andy barely seemed to notice—or if he did notice, didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He didn’t pause or falter, just kept putting firm, even pressure on Red until he opened up under him, letting the rest of his finger slide in easily.
Blood rushed to Red’s head and cock at the same time, making him dizzy. It was a good feeling, though. Almost like relief, but not quite.
Andy started to move his finger. At the moment, it felt like too much, but Red knew that would pass. Deep breaths, and it would pass.
“You’re a natural,” Andy said, everything about his tone sincere. Red took another deep breath and focused on Andy’s finger inside him. It had never felt quite like this when he’d done it himself. It seemed like so much more with Andy.
“I’ve tried it before,” Red admitted. “Myself.”
“Of course you have,” Andy murmured. He still sounded amused, but not cruelly so. He sounded like he was enjoying himself. Like he actually liked being along for the ride on Red’s personal journey of discovery.
Andy liked him. Red knew that. He just didn’t know how much Andy liked him.
As long as it was enough to keep doing what he was doing right now, he didn’t really care.
“I want more,” Red said, surprising himself. He’d barely finished the thought in his own mind, and he’d already said it out loud.
Andy chuckled, moving his finger an inch or so in and out. “Demanding. That’s cute.”
Red swallowed thickly, his face heating up as he blushed. He hadn’t expected to be demanding at all. He’d expected to be a lot more nervous, even now.
He wasn’t, though. He was comfortable with Andy.
Just like that, he felt the rest of the tension drain out of his body. His shoulders and thighs relaxed, his stomach unclenched, and everything was okay again. He could ask Andy for things, and Andy would listen to him. And he did want more.
He wanted Andy’s cock, as soon as physically possible.
Red rocked his hips against the bed to underline his point. He wanted more, and he was ready to take it, too.
“You’re doing great,” Andy said. “I’m gonna slip a second finger in, since you asked so nicely.”
Red snorted. He liked that Andy hadn’t suddenly lost his sense of humor or anything.
As much as he might have liked to pretend otherwise, this wasn’t just sex with anyone. Not even sex with just anyone he felt comfortable with. It mattered to him that he was here with Andy.
Whatever happened after, he’d always be glad that he’d had his real first time like this.
Red grunted as Andy slipped a second finger inside him, rocking his hips against the bed again. Stars exploded behind his eyelids as Andy brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, one Red had never quite been able to reach before.
When he did it a second time, Red thought he was going to come immediately. His hips jerked into the mattress, his breath hitched, and a spurt of precome dampened his belly and the sheets under him.
“Like that?” Andy murmured.
Unable to come up with words in response, Red nodded. He felt a little fuller now, the first taste of what it would be like to have Andy’s cock inside him instead. Every inch of skin between his legs felt hyper-sensitive, every brush of Andy’s fingers against him sending electric shocks of pleasure rippling out over his body.
“Feels good,” he managed after a moment, as Andy started working his fingers in and out of him. Every now and then, Andy’s knuckles would brush against his balls, ma
king his breath hitch every time.
Andy knew exactly what he was doing, and that was so hot.
“It gets better. Trust me,” Andy said. “Once the prep work is over. But this is fun, too.”
Red opened his mouth to respond, but let out a deep, heartfelt moan instead as Andy chose that moment to add another finger. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but there was a moment of intense pressure that made Red bite down on his lip even as he thrust against the bed sheets, riding out the new wave of sensation until it died down again.
He felt as though he’d been lying under Andy for hours. Not that he minded. This was almost soothing, so much so that he could imagine, when he was a little more used to it, falling asleep while it was happening.
It probably wouldn’t take so long once he was used to it. He knew Andy was going slow for him.
“I feel ready,” Red lifted his hips off the bed a little, shifting so he could get on his hands and knees. Andy pushed him back down with a gentle but firm hand on his back.
“If you get up now, you’re gonna tense up all over again,” Andy said. “And as much as I’m enjoying this, I would eventually like to move past this step.”
Red nodded, trusting that Andy knew what he was doing.
“I’ll move you when you need to move,” Andy promised. “Patience.”
Despite the fact that he wasn’t feeling patient at all, Red closed his eyes again and went back to rocking his hips against the bedclothes, feeling himself leak precome steadily as he did. He could hear his heart rate speeding in his ears, his breathing getting faster and shallower, beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck.
It had been a slow and steady build, but he couldn’t ever remember being this turned on in his life. The feeling was so deep, so all-consuming that all he could think about was how good Andy’s cock was going to feel inside him, how ready he was for it, how badly he wanted to be fucked.
“Andy, please,” he murmured, gritting his teeth as Andy brushed the spot inside him again, another huge wave of pleasure rolling through him. He let himself moan softly, partly because he couldn’t help it anymore, but also partly to encourage Andy to move things along.
He needed Andy, and he needed him now. He was so ready it was almost painful to wait.
“As much as I’d like to pretend I’m not as desperate as you are, I’m going to give in this time,” Andy said, his voice strained. Red could tell he really was starting to get desperate as well, which didn’t help at all.
A spark of anticipation made Red’s stomach tense as he heard a condom wrapper tearing. He hadn’t thought to mention it, but he’d assumed Andy would use one. Andy was the kind of guy who didn’t have to be told.
Just a few more seconds, and Andy would be inside him. He liked the idea of that. Of his best friend being his first.
Red gasped as Andy pressed his fingers inside him again, his cock twitching under him. He was dangerously close to coming, and he could only hope that Andy knew that and was ready for it.
“Okay, now you can get up,” Andy instructed, sliding a hand under Red’s stomach to support him as he rose. Red bit his lip as he tightened up again around Andy’s fingers, the movement making his muscles shift.
He understood now why Andy had made him wait—it was much easier to relax now that he knew what relaxing felt like.
“Is this okay?” Red said, leaning on his elbows instead of his hands. This way, he could still rest his head against the pillows beneath him.
“If you’re comfortable,” Andy murmured, stroking the inside of his thigh with his free hand. It was a strangely tender gesture, but one that was definitely helping Red relax again. He could feel his tense muscles giving way, ready for more.
Red nodded, shifting his knees a little further apart. He wasn’t above begging, but he didn’t think he’d need to. He could hear the arousal in Andy’s voice, now that he knew what to listen for.
Without further warning, Andy twisted his fingers inside Red as he pulled them out, making Red squirm as they left him entirely. He wanted Andy’s cock so badly by now, needed more of him.
“Please,” he whispered, needing Andy to know how much he wanted this.
Part of Red was unsure of what would happen next, and that scared him, but he wanted this anyway. Wanted Andy, wanted his first time to be easy and safe like this.
He didn’t intend to regret any of it, and he didn’t want Andy to, either.
Red bit his lip as he felt the head of Andy’s cock pressing against him. It suddenly felt huge, maybe even too big, but he trusted that people had been doing this for millennia. He’d be fine.
Andy splayed a hand on his shoulder, his thumb pressing into the back of Red’s neck, rubbing soothing circles into it. Red nodded again, in case Andy was waiting for a signal.
As Andy pushed forward, Red held his breath and screwed his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lip. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but the pressure was unlike anything he’d felt before. He’d never felt so full in his life, well and truly stretched to his limits, but he didn’t hate it at all. Not even a little.
“Oh,” he managed in response, unable to get anything else out.
Andy hummed, still rubbing the back of Red’s neck. “You’re very tight,” he said, his voice still low and gravelly, arousal obvious in every syllable. Red could hear the effort in it, how hard Andy was trying to sound even and unaffected, and that was maybe the best part of this moment.
They were both into this.
Sex was amazing, and he was going to do it more often.
Before Red could say anything, Andy shifted his hips, moving barely an inch inside Red. It felt as though he’d touched every single nerve ending in Red’s body, the sensation rippling through him, making him gasp for breath. His whole body felt too hot, too tight, and he knew instinctively that it would do until Andy fucked him properly.
He wasn’t above begging again.
Thankfully, it looked like he wouldn’t have to. Andy shifted behind him, changing his angle and wriggling his hips, every movement setting off another wave of sparks. Red was so close to coming that it hurt, his balls tight and his cock aching. He just needed a little more.
As he was thinking it, Andy moved his other hand to Red’s stomach, circling his belly button slowly and then trailing down, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind them, until he reached Red’s cock.
He wrapped his fingers around it tightly, forcing a moan out of Red as he did so.
“Ready?” Andy asked, giving an experimental tug on Red’s cock.
Red nodded. He couldn’t have made himself do anything else, even if he’d wanted to. He felt as though he was completely at Andy’s mercy, and he loved it. He loved feeling like Andy was going to fuck him, hard and fast, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He was so relieved to just let go.
Andy rocked his hips a few times, shallow, experimental thrusts that made Red want to spread his legs further, beg for more. His cock was leaking steadily now, his balls aching with the need to come.
It didn’t matter if he didn’t last long. This had already been a hundred times better than he’d imagined.
All at once, Andy sped up, his thrusts getting harder, forceful enough to shake Red’s whole body—and the bed—with each one.
He wouldn’t have credited Andy with the strength to do that, but leverage was a magical thing.
Red focused on his breathing, on how full and tight he felt, on the orgasm building deep in his gut. He was so ready for all of it, so desperate. He’d barely imagined it could feel this good, this different with another person. It was nothing like the hurried handjobs he’d had before.
He could feel each of Andy’s thrusts driving him closer to the edge, each one making his breath hitch, his heart beat faster. He was so close now. So close, so incredibly close to coming all over Andy’s hand and his sheets.
A few more thrusts and a twist of Andy’s wrist was all it took to push Red sharply
over the edge. For a moment he really did feel as though he was falling, like the bed had disappeared from under him. His head spun, forcing him to close his eyes and ride out the wave.
The sheer force of his orgasm made him sob and moan as he came, his hips bucking of their own accord, his legs giving out so much that Andy had to grab him to hold him up. Aftershocks rolled through him, each one making him tingle all over, his oversensitive cock twitching at every new touch.
Andy shifted again, grabbing Red’s hips and slamming his own against them, his fingers pressed in hard enough to leave bruises. Red didn’t care. He’d bitten his lip at some point, and could now taste blood coming from the cut.
He didn’t care about that, either.
He knew the moment Andy came—the pause, the broken cry, the deep, satisfied moan when he was finished, his thrusts coming to a slow, rolling stop. Red hissed as he pulled out, the shock of being suddenly empty when he’d just gotten used to being full strange. Not quite uncomfortable, but close to it.
A dull thud and the movement of the mattress told him Andy had flopped down on the bed beside him. Red wasn’t sure he could move yet, his thighs tense and his arms long past the point where he could control them.
Slowly, he managed to stretch his legs out, collapsing into the mattress.
He turned his head to look at Andy, who was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed. His chest was rising and falling steadily, his skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
With all of his remaining strength, Red managed to roll onto his side.
“That was awesome,” he said, his voice rough.
Andy chuckled. “Yeah.”
Red smiled to himself, pleased that he and Andy were on the same wavelength there.
Whatever happened next, he wasn’t going to let himself regret this. He couldn’t have imagined a better first time.
Chapter Nineteen
Having sneaked out of his own bedroom to escape from his morning-after with Red, Andy was now sitting in a coffee shop he’d never been to before with guilt weighing heavy in the pit of his stomach.
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