Against the Wall

by Alexa Land

  He shook his head and swung open the door to his bedroom, and I grinned a little as we stepped inside. Apparently he was a huge Marvel fan, because comic book-style superhero posters covered every inch of the walls and ceiling. He glanced around and then looked at me. “I don’t usually have guys over and I know this is all kind of—”

  “Charming,” I interrupted. “I like people who are passionate about things. This is obviously your passion.”

  “You’re being so nice again. I know how this looks.” He lowered his gaze, but I stepped close and raised his chin, kissing him gently.

  “I’m not judging you, Shea,” I said when I finally broke the kiss.

  He watched me for a moment, as if he was trying to decide something, then lunged in for another kiss. He came in way too fast though, and even though I jerked my head back a bit, we still knocked our front teeth together. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’m so sorry.”

  I ran the tip of my tongue over my teeth, which were aching a bit. They weren’t chipped though, and neither were his. “It’s fine,” I told him. “Just an accident.”

  He looked mortified. “I swear I’m not always this bad. I’m just so nervous.”

  “I know.” I hugged him for a long moment before kissing him. As our kisses deepened and intensified, I began to undress him. The muscular body under that polo shirt was astonishingly perfect, his skin smooth, tan and flawless. If you made assumptions about him based solely on his physical appearance, you’d think he’d be really confident, maybe even cocky, instead of debilitatingly shy.

  I led him to his queen-size bed and continued to undress him as he laid back against the pillows and watched me. I dropped his sneakers onto the floor, then tugged his socks off and massaged his feet before sliding my hands up his long legs to his belt. I removed his jeans but left him in his boxers for now, because he was still so anxious. After I pushed my shoes off, I climbed in bed beside him and drew him into my arms.

  He looked like he was about to hyperventilate though, and after just a few moments he exclaimed, “Condoms! I have some in my sock drawer, I’ll get them.” Before I could point out that I had a couple in my wallet, he leapt to his feet, but immediately staggered and dropped to his knees. “Whoa,” he murmured, falling forward and catching himself with his hands on the red and blue area rug.

  “Shit!” I dove out of bed and helped him into a seated position, both of us leaning against the bedframe. “You okay?”

  “I guess I’m drunk after all, I hadn’t realized.”

  I put my arm around his shoulders and said, “You know we can’t do this if you’re drunk, Shea. It just wouldn’t be right. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you.”

  He pulled his knees to his chest and dropped his arms and head onto them. “I’m such an idiot. I thought it would help with my nerves, but I don’t drink very often and I guess I overdid it.”

  “How many drinks did you have back at the bar?”

  “Three and a half Long Island iced teas.”

  “You know those have about five shots apiece in them, right?”

  He raised his head and blinked at me. “Five? They didn’t really taste alcoholic.”

  “I’m kind of surprised you’re still conscious.”

  Shea sighed and said, “I’m so sorry about all of this. I completely messed up tonight. I just want to curl up in a ball and die.”

  “Instead, get under the covers with me. You’re starting to get goose bumps.”

  “You mean you’re staying?”

  “Only if you want me to. Do you?”

  “God yes. But why aren’t you running for your life, given all I’ve put you through tonight?”

  I smiled at him and said, “I’m enjoying talking to you.” As soon as sex was off the table, he’d relaxed a lot. I stood up and held my hand out to him, then pulled Shea to his feet.

  We got under the quilt together. It was a patchwork of various plaids, all of them red, blue, or both on white backgrounds. I drew him into my arms as we settled in, and he exhaled slowly and put his head on my shoulder as I ran my hands up his broad back. My cock tried to hijack the moment, but I ignored it as I kissed the top of his head. After a while he said quietly, “I’ve seen you before. You’re friends with a guy named Skye, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, he’s my best friend. You know him?”

  “Only a little. I met him at my cousin’s wedding, then again when he was brought in to the station where I work, after he and a crazy little old lady broke up an antigay rally in Golden Gate Park. He and I chatted for a while, he seems like a good guy.”

  “Does that mean you’re a police officer?” I hadn’t intended to sound quite that surprised.

  Shea glanced up at me and very nearly smirked. “I know it’s hard to believe that they let me carry a gun. Somehow though, I manage to go days and sometimes weeks at a time without accidentally shooting people.”

  I smiled at him. “Good job.”

  That made him smile, too. “So, how’s Skye doing these days?”

  “Great. He got engaged recently.”

  Shea must have heard something in my voice, because he asked, “Don’t you approve?”

  “Oh, I do. He and his fiancé obviously adore each other. I just...I miss him,” I admitted. “They’re always together now, so he and I don’t hang out like we used to.” I shifted a bit and murmured, “That was going to happen when the school year ended anyway, but I thought we had more time together.”

  “Where do you go to school?”

  “Sutherlin College.”

  “So, you’re an artist.”

  “I’m a wanna-be.”

  “What’s your area of interest?”

  “Murals, mostly.” Since he was a cop, I really wasn’t going to elaborate on the less-than-legal aspect of what I did.

  “I admire people with artistic ability,” he said. “I wanted to draw comic books when I was younger, more than anything. But I sucked at it.”

  “It’s a learned skill, you could have taken classes.”

  “I did, but I was hopeless. My high school art teacher gave up on me. He told me that drawing wasn’t my thing and I should apply myself to something else.” He grinned, but I could tell that had hurt him.

  “I’m sorry. No one should ever be told not to follow their dreams.”

  “It’s okay. I’m better off where I am now.”

  “Do you like being a police officer?”

  Shea considered the question before saying, “There are some things I like about it. I feel like I’m making a difference, and that’s a good thing. I don’t love the constant conflict, though. That takes its toll on me.”

  “How’d you decide on that career path? It seems like a huge leap from comic book artist to cop.”

  He shrugged and said, “It’s pretty much the family business. My father, brother, uncles, and a bunch of my cousins all work in law enforcement, so I was always encouraged to take that path.”

  “Even though it’s not what you really want.”

  “It wasn’t, but I’ve learned to make the best of it.”

  I hated that, the resignation and disappointment he was trying to disguise. I murmured, “I wish I could teach you to draw.”

  That made him smile. “That’s sweet, but I’m a lost cause.”

  “No you’re not, there’s no such thing. You just had a shitty teacher.”

  Sometime later, he fell asleep in my arms. I started to reach for the lamp on the nightstand so I could shut it off, but instead I paused and studied his handsome face as he slept, from his flawless skin to the sexy curve of his full lips. Shea was my favorite thing, an incredibly gorgeous guy that had no idea how attractive he was. I couldn’t stand guys that were totally full of themselves, and he was the exact opposite. In fact, he could use more confidence.

  Eventually I shut off the light and settled in. I never spent the night with anyone, let alone guys I just met. But there was something about Shea, an inher
ent trustworthiness that put me at ease. I knew I was safe with him.

  *****

  I awoke before him the next morning and slipped out of bed. After using the toilet, I rinsed my mouth with water in an attempt to fight back my morning breath and looked in the mirror. My hair was a disaster. I looked like Einstein on crack. I tried to finger comb it, but that only made it worse. Soon I gave up and slipped back into bed.

  I started to drift off again, and Shea stirred beside me. A moment later, he darted off to the bathroom. When he returned five minutes later, the unmistakable smell of toothpaste accompanied him. I opened one eyelid and grinned at him as he slipped into bed beside me. “That’s not fair,” I murmured as I drew him into my arms. “You’re all minty fresh. You even combed your hair! I’m completely disgusting by comparison.”

  He smiled at me sweetly. “You’re really not.”

  I leaned in and kissed him before murmuring, “How hung over are you?”

  “Surprisingly, not very.”

  I kissed him again, deeper this time as my cock stirred in my jeans, running my hand down his body. He was getting hard too, his cock tenting his boxers, so I pulled his underwear down to mid-thigh and began stroking him. He moaned against my lips, grasping two handfuls of my t-shirt as a little tremor went through him.

  I took my time, ignoring my straining cock as I licked and kissed my way down his body. He gasped when I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his swollen cock between my lips. There was already a drop of precum waiting for me and I savored it as I began to suck him.

  Not a minute later, I was startled as his cum hit the back of my throat and he stifled a yell. I swallowed reflexively as he blurted, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I was trying so hard to hold it back, and then...oh God.”

  “It’s fine,” I murmured as I sat up and pushed my hair out of my eyes.

  “It’s really not.” Shea sat up too and pulled up his boxers before leaning against the headboard. He looked upset. “You must feel like you’re back in high school, between the comic book posters and my total lack of experience.” Someone pounded on the door just then and he sighed and added, “Not to mention my chaperones.”

  The door burst open and his three roommates started to charge into the room, but then they all stopped as if they’d hit an invisible barrier. “Oh snap, the hot guy’s still here,” the blond exclaimed.

  “Sorry, Shea. We didn’t know you still had company,” another said.

  “We wanted to take you out for birthday pancakes,” the third chimed in.

  I smiled at the trio over my shoulder and said, “Shea will be ready for birthday pancakes in about two hours, guys. I’m not done with him yet.” They all beamed delightedly at that as I turned to Shea and asked, “Is that okay?” He blushed and nodded, looking surprised. I noticed he’d pulled the quilt over his lap to hide his boxers. I turned back to his friends and said, “Sorry to hog your roommate on his birthday, but you can have him back soon, I promise.”

  “Oh no, take all the time you need,” the African American guy told me with a huge smile.

  “You’re Leo, right?” I asked and he nodded. “So, which one is Cas and which is Ridley?”

  “I’m Cas,” the brunet said. He gestured at the blond. “That’s Ridley. His name’s really Ronnie, but he’s a huge Ridley Scott fan. Dork.”

  Ridley rolled his eyes at that. “As if your parents actually named you Castiel, Cory.”

  “Is Leo a nickname?” I asked. “Big Ninja Turtle fan, maybe?”

  They all chuckled at that and Cas said, “Nah, that’s actually his name.”

  “What about Shea? Does he have a nickname?”

  “Yeah, Captain America,” Leo told me.

  I smiled at that and said, “You know, that was what I called him too when I first spotted him at the bar.”

  “Seriously?” Leo asked, and I nodded.

  Ridley’s eyes went wide and he blurted, “Holy hotness, Batman! If you don’t marry this guy, I will!”

  “Oh God,” Shea murmured. When I glanced at him, he was blushing furiously.

  I turned back to his roommates and said, “It was great meeting you guys. Oh, I’m Christian, by the way. Now if you’ll please excuse us, I really need to have sex with your friend. We drank too much last night, so we didn’t have a chance to do anything.” I gave them my friendliest smile.

  They backed out the door like they were one six-legged unit, grinning like maniacs. “Oh hell yes! You guys have fun!” Leo said.

  “We’ll be at the diner for a couple hours,” Cas said, “so feel free to yell, moan, pound the headboard against the wall, whatever.”

  “I feel like a proud parent,” Ridley was saying as he pulled the door shut behind them. “Well, not that most parents are probably all that proud when their son finally gets laid. I don’t think mine were thrilled in the slightest.”

  I turned back to Shea and found he’d sort of curled up in a ball, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his head and folded arms on them. “I like your friends,” I told him. “It’s obvious they really care about you.”

  He glanced up at me. “I know they can be super embarrassing. Sorry they burst in like that.”

  “It’s okay.” I crawled around and leaned against the headboard, too.

  Shea didn’t look at me as he asked, “Are you really still planning to have sex with me?”

  “Only if you want me to.”

  Now he met my gaze. “Oh, I do. But I can’t figure out how my total dorkiness hasn’t repelled you yet.”

  “You’re not dorky.” He shot me a look and I grinned at him. “Okay, you’re a little dorky. But I happen to find it adorable.”

  “It’s not.”

  I reached up and lightly finger-combed his dark hair. “I disagree.”

  “I still don’t get it. You could have gone home with any guy in that club. Why’d you pick me?” His eyes went wide all of a sudden and he exclaimed, “Wait, is this pity sex? Are you here because you felt sorry for me after the way I humiliated myself?”

  “Of course not!”

  “It has to be. There’s no other explanation for it, and—”

  I cut him off with a kiss as I wove my fingers in his hair. When he responded, I pulled him down onto the mattress with me and rolled on top of him, straddling one of his thighs. He moaned softly, his lips parting, and I slid my tongue in his mouth.

  I felt him getting hard again and I lightly brushed my stiff cock against his leg as I whispered, “I want you, Shea. Pity doesn’t have a damn thing to do with it.”

  His voice sounded rough when he said, “Okay. I believe you.”

  I kissed him tenderly and then pulled back to look at him. “Are you a virgin?” He turned his head away, color rising in his cheeks. “I’m not judging. I just need to know.” When he nodded, I kissed his cheek before asking, “You sure you want me to be your first?” He looked in my eyes and nodded again. “I’m going to make this so good for you, Shea,” I promised.

  I took my time with him, kissing him and caressing his body, and gradually he began to relax. He reached up and touched my face tentatively and I looked in his eyes and smiled, which earned me a breathtaking smile in return. Eventually I stripped off his boxers and lightly stroked his cock before reaching lower and massaging the sensitive area beneath his balls. He spread his legs for me, so much trust in his eyes.

  I leaned over him and kissed him tenderly as I began to lightly trace his opening. His breath caught when I gently pushed just the tip of my finger inside him, and I withdrew and went back to massaging the outside of his little hole. After a while I asked, “Do you have something we can use as lube, Shea?”

  “There’s some lotion in the nightstand.”

  I pulled open the drawer, noting the well-worn sketch pad that was in there along with a bunch of colored pencils, and grabbed what I was looking for, then slid the drawer shut again. After dispensing a bit of the cream onto my fingertips, I went back to kissing him as my
fingers explored his opening slowly, carefully, taking my cues from the little sounds he made. He held on to me as I worked a finger into him and I sat up just a little so I could watch his eyes. It was vitally important to me not to hurt him or go too fast.

  When I found his sweet spot and began to rub it, he let out a moan, his eyes sliding shut as he relaxed against the pillow. “That feels amazing. What are you doing?” he managed as he began to rock his hips gently, fucking himself onto my finger.

  “I’m massaging your prostate.” I decided now was a good time to take him a bit further, and I slid a second finger inside his well-lubed little hole. It was a tight fit, but he took it without complaint.

  “Oh. Wow. I’d read about that, but I had no idea it was so intense.”

  I kept up that incredibly intimate massage as I worked him open, increasing the pressure on his spot incrementally. I didn’t want to make him cum yet, but I loved the way he was relaxing, spreading his legs wider, his full lips parting as his breathing sped up.

  With my free hand, I unfastened my belt and jeans, then pulled my hard cock from my briefs and began stroking myself. I rotated my hand inside him and he arched his back, a soft, “Ahhh,” leaving his lips. He was probably as ready as he was going to be for this next part.

  I applied some more lotion to my fingers and worked it into his warm, tight opening, then wiped my hand with some tissues from the box on the nightstand. Shea propped himself up on his elbows and watched me as I pulled a condom from my wallet and tore off the wrapper. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” he asked.

  “Oh. Um...no. I don’t...I don’t do that.” I couldn’t offer him more explanation just then and fortunately, he let it go.

  I rolled on the condom, slicked it with a bit more lotion, and positioned myself between his legs. As I leaned over him and the tip of my cock pressed against his hole, I kissed him tenderly, then murmured, “Push back, baby. It’ll help you open up.”

  “How?”

  “Bear down, as if you’re trying to push me out.”

  As soon as he figured out what I meant, the tip of my cock was able to slide past his tight outer ring. He gasped and I wound my arms around his shoulders, holding him as I let him get used to the feeling of me inside him. When the tension in his body gave way, I rocked my hips, slowly sliding forward until half my length was in him. Again I paused. He’d been holding his breath, and I only began moving in him when he released it.