by Anna Martin
Evan tossed the condom onto Scott’s chest and rolled onto his back. It took a minute of fiddling with the wrapper to get the bottle of lube opened, and then Evan pulled his knee back to his chest and poured some of the slippery stuff on his fingers.
“I’m gonna blow just looking at you,” Scott grumbled.
Evan leaned over and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek. “Watch,” he murmured, “and learn.”
“Fuck,” Scott said. His pupils were blown so wide, hardly any of the blue was left showing.
Evan rubbed his lips over Scott’s jaw and pressed two slick fingers against his hole. He hadn’t done this for a while, not even when masturbating, so it took a moment for his body to accept the insistent intrusion.
“Let me see,” Scott whispered.
Evan just nodded.
They shifted around on the bed until Scott was between Evan’s thighs, watching as he slowly stretched himself with slick fingers. He kept one hand wrapped around the back of his thigh, keeping it pulled up toward his chest. Scott whimpered.
“Come on,” Evan said, his voice now a low, desperate whine.
“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Scott said and fumbled with the condom wrapper.
Evan laughed, feeling too light, breathless. While Scott got himself wrapped up, Evan slicked more lube over his hole and spread his legs, planting both feet on the bed.
“This okay?”
“Mhmm. Want you inside me.”
“Okay.”
Scott leaned forward and balanced himself on both hands, nuzzling at Evan’s throat for a second, then kissing him soundly. They found their angles, the way their bodies fit neatly together, and Scott pushed forward.
It was breath stealing, that first nudge of the head of Scott’s cock against his hole, until Evan forced himself to relax and welcomed the thick cock inside himself. They groaned together, hands scrabbling for purchase on sweaty skin.
Then he started to move.
Slow and easy, like so much of their relationship. Slow and easy and sweet, no rush, no pressure, just the sweet slick slide of Scott’s cock in his ass. Evan threw one arm over his head and wrapped his other hand around the back of Scott’s neck, demanding kisses as they rocked together.
It was almost too easy, loving each other like this. Easy and sweet and… vanilla.
“Scott,” Evan murmured.
“Hmm?”
“You can… let go. You’re not going to hurt me or whatever.”
Scott pressed up on his arms to look down at Evan’s face. A lock of dark hair was sticking to his forehead.
“What do you want?”
“Come here,” Evan demanded and dragged him down into a kiss. This was tongue slick and heavy, wanting to reassure, to calm.
He shifted until Scott’s heavy cock slipped out of his ass, then pushed at Scott’s shoulder until he was on his back.
“Are you okay?” Scott asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” Evan said emphatically. “I just want to show you something.”
He moved around the room, turning on lamps, bathing the room in a soft glow. The door was shut, keeping Princess outside, but he threw the curtains open, exposing the room to the clear Chicago night sky.
“Evan. People might see in.”
“So what? Have you ever seen people fucking before? It never happens. Even when you think you’re being exhibitionistic, no one sees.”
He stripped the condom off Scott’s dick, making him hiss, and took a new one from the drawer to roll on. Since he was there, he tickled Scott’s balls, making him squirm.
“Fuck. Fuck! Get off,” Scott laughed.
Evan kissed his belly. “Pass me the lube?”
Scott did, and Evan poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand, using it to slick Scott’s cock.
“I feel the need to warn you,” Scott said through gritted teeth, “I haven’t done this in a while. I don’t have my usual staying power.”
“Pussy,” Evan teased.
“Jesus, Evan.”
That seemed to be his cue to hop back on. He threw his leg over Scott’s solid thighs and grabbed the base of Scott’s dick so he could lower himself back onto it.
Now slick and having felt this once this evening already, Evan’s body quickly adapted, and with a little rock of his hips, he took the thick cock to the base in one determined stroke. Scott’s body arched forward, and Evan thought he was maybe coming, but no, Scott grabbed Evan’s hips and dug in his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Evan started to move, knowing this and loving it. He adored being astride his partner, being able to control the cant and thrust of his hips. Looking down at Scott was something else entirely. He was flushed all over his chest, pink nipples pebbled and hair in gorgeous disarray. His chest hair was stuck to his skin in sweaty whorls, looking darker like this than when his skin was dry. Muscled forearms, heavy biceps, the angle of his jaw, and the dent in his chin that Evan had fallen for a lifetime ago. He was gorgeous. It was so easy to love him.
“Gimme your hand,” Evan said, breathless.
“Huh?”
Evan huffed a laugh. Apparently Scott had gone brainless. Not always a bad thing. Evan grabbed the lube again and carefully removed one of Scott’s hands from its death grip on his hip. He poured a good-sized blob into the palm, then guided it to his own dick.
“Like,” Evan gasped, losing himself now. “Like this.”
He canted his hips forward, into the cool lube in Scott’s hand, then ground back, taking Scott’s cock even deeper inside himself.
“Holy shit,” Scott croaked.
“Good, huh?”
Scott just tipped his head to the side and whimpered. Now the long arch of his throat was exposed, and if Evan weren’t so determined to finish this, just like this, he would have leaned forward to sink his teeth into it.
They quickly found a new rhythm—Scott fucking Evan, Evan fucking Scott’s hand, and both of them quickly spiraling out of control. Scott was making tiny little grunting noises with each push and pull, his fingers clenching on Evan’s dick almost like he was holding onto it for his own control.
Evan tipped his head back and laughed, pushing the fingers of both hands into his hair and stretching. It changed the angle of Scott’s dick inside him, and he almost faltered, then ground down as he felt himself lose control.
“Fuck,” Evan choked, his chin dropping down as his orgasm throbbed through his whole body and his cock spurted out thick ropes of pearly white come over Scott’s chest.
He fell forward onto his hands, bracing them on Scott’s shoulders, and his asscheeks clenched as the last of his orgasm twitched out of his cock.
“What,” Scott gasped, “the fuck did you just do?”
“Huh?” Evan asked, blinking open his eyes to look down at Scott’s incredulous, disgusted expression.
“Did you just come on me?”
“Oh,” Evan said, then snorted with laughter.
“Gross, man.”
That was it. Evan lost himself in a pile of giggles, unable to stop. He rolled to the side, letting Scott’s cock slip free of his body once again.
“Shit, you didn’t even come yet,” Evan gasped through his laughter.
“You’re a horrible human being,” Scott said sourly.
That was enough to send Evan into another round of giggles.
“I’m sorry,” Evan said and leaned over to kiss him. “Let me make it up to you.”
Scott humphed, and Evan took that as his cue. He carefully stripped the condom off Scott’s dick and nestled his knee between both of Scott’s, appreciating the slight burn in his ass now.
He wasn’t as much of a comer as some guys he’d been with before, so he started the task of licking Scott’s chest clean with the fairly secure knowledge it wouldn’t take long to do.
“Wait, are you… oh fuck…,” Scott babbled, and Evan licked over one of his nipples.
“Hmm?”
“I seri
ously… fuck… I don’t know what to do with you,” Scott said. He groaned loudly when Evan took a nipple between his teeth and tugged. “This is just… I never had sex like this before.”
Evan laughed again. He felt so light now, so free, secure in what the two of them were building. “Good,” he murmured and lapped at the dark hairs on Scott’s belly. Scott twitched and squirmed beneath him, which was adorable and perfect. Evan bit down on some of the extra padding on Scott’s hip, love handles, then soothed the mark with his tongue. That part of him was easy to love too.
“I swear to God and all of the deities, I would sell my granny to Satan for a blow job right now,” Scott said, his fingers tightening in Evan’s hair.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Evan said. He felt wicked. Alive. “My pleasure.”
And it was. He was a fan of Scott’s dick, and it fit in his mouth perfectly. With a little work he could get the plump head nudging against the back of his throat, and that was pretty incredible too.
Scott was loud, moaning when Evan tongued just below the head of his cock and making desperate whines when Evan deep-throated him.
“Ev, I’m gonna, shit, baby, please,” he babbled, and Evan reached his spare hand to gently pet just under and behind Scott’s balls, and he exploded.
Turned out Scott was one of those guys who came bucketloads, and Evan felt some of it slipping out of his mouth, running over his chin. He didn’t care, just wiped it away and felt strangely upset that he didn’t catch it all.
Scott’s fingers were spasming, his chest heaving, and Evan drank in the sight. This was his man. He did this.
He kissed up Scott’s chest, dragging the comforter with him, and rested his head on Scott’s shoulder. After a second, Scott dragged his fingers through Evan’s hair and pressed a firm kiss to his forehead.
“Okay?” Evan asked.
“Fucking wrung out,” Scott said with a laugh. “That was incredible.”
“Hmm, it was okay,” Evan said, trailing his fingers over Scott’s chest. “Six out of ten.”
“Hey,” Scott said as he pulled away and punched Evan on the shoulder. “Six? Seriously? That was at least an eight.”
“I’d give me an eight, yeah. You need some training.”
While Scott spluttered with indignation, Evan leaned up to kiss him again. “We’ll just have to keep practicing. Lots and lots of practice.”
Scott hummed into the kiss, apparently over his grossed-out reaction to Evan’s come. He could likely taste himself on Evan’s tongue.
“I could be okay with lots and lots of practice.”
“I thought you might say that. I’ll be right back. Just need to, you know. Clean up.”
Evan slipped out of bed and stumbled through the dark to the bathroom, then turned on only the shaving light above the mirror. He couldn’t quite deal with the harsh overhead lights yet.
After a minute or so, Scott came in too and pressed a kiss to Evan’s shoulder. “Need to piss.”
He did, apparently uncaring that Evan was standing right next to him. Evan finished washing his hands, then went back to the bed, chuckling to himself. It would take a while to finish getting that straight boy “bro” attitude out of Scott. There was a part of him, deep down and very well hidden, that thought some of it was charming. In very small doses.
It was still too cold to sleep without pajamas, even with his own personal heater curled up behind him, so Evan quickly slipped into Scott’s nightwear. He opened the bedroom door a crack so Princess could get in if she wanted to, and got under the covers. He was already dozing by the time Scott came out of the bathroom and got into bed behind him.
“Hey, Evan?” Scott asked.
Evan wriggled back into the now-familiar embrace. “Hmm?”
“Come here.”
With a groan, Evan rolled over and accepted Scott’s lips on his own, sweet and easy.
“You know I love you, right?” Scott whispered. “It feels stupid telling you. I’ve loved you nearly my whole life. It just took me a really long time to figure out what this was. Looking back now I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
Evan reached up and brushed Scott’s hair back from his face. “I love you too.”
Scott kissed him again. “Good.”
“I was thinking this would probably feel weird, you know? I just had sex, really good sex, with my best friend since I was seven years old. That should be weird, but it’s just… not.”
“Feels right.”
“Yeah.”
“I love you,” Scott said again. “Now that I’ve figured that out, I’m probably going to tell you all the time.”
“I think,” Evan said, and pressed their lips together again, “I’m okay with that.”
“Me too.”
And One Time I Kissed Him First
Spring 2018
The house was, on a good traffic day, one hour and fifty minutes from Scott’s office. That was a good distance, Scott had insisted, far enough away to mean he was rarely called in on the weekend. It had taken them almost three months to find it, the perfect place where they could start to build their life together.
Just east of Richmond, the house was a single story with a huge sunroom that brought the beautiful backyard inside. That room became Evan’s studio.
The previous owners had retired to an assisted living facility and seemed to be delighted that a young gay couple were moving in. After all, one gay couple had grown old together there. The house had good vibes. Or so they insisted.
The new house, despite being all on one level, was big enough to make Evan fairly confident that they’d live here for a few years at least. It had three bedrooms, meaning Scott could have an “office” (that was really just a space for him to play his PlayStation) and a guest room, just in case his friends from Chicago came to visit.
Evan quickly got used to working with a cat curled up at his feet. The light was different here. Not in a bad way, though. It came in through the windows in the roof, meaning there was less chance of shadows falling across his easel.
That first summer, they painted the outside of the house themselves. It had been an ugly, peeling green when they moved in. These days it was a fashionable light gray, with white trim and a porch. They had not built the porch themselves, even after Scott’s dad had insisted it was possible, if the three of them put their minds to it.
Evan hired a contractor.
Their world had settled, easy as an exhale. The house, the cat, the jobs… that was all background noise, really. When Evan closed his eyes, he knew Scott was something good. Something permanent. Nothing else mattered.
“Honey, I’m home!”
“He thinks he’s funny,” Evan said to Princess, who rose and stretched, her back becoming a fluid slick of silver. She padded in a circle, then settled down on the polished wooden floor.
“I’m in here,” Evan called.
A few moments later, he heard Scott walking through the house to the conservatory at the back.
“Hey. What are you working on?” he asked, resting his head on Evan’s shoulder.
Evan turned and met Scott’s enthusiastic kiss.
“Portrait of your sister. She didn’t want one of those pregnancy photo shoots but said she wouldn’t mind me drawing something to go next to her wedding portrait.”
Scott pointed to the photograph Evan was working from. “Did you have to take a photo to do the portrait, though?”
“Don’t ask,” Evan said with a sigh. “I never win an argument with Lacey at the best of times. I definitely don’t win any arguments with seven-months-pregnant Lacey.”
“I’m so excited. We’re going to be uncles again!”
Evan snorted. “I know.”
He adjusted the shading on Lacey’s very full belly, then set the pencil down. “Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” Scott said, pulling away and pressing a quick kiss to the top of Evan’s head. “I need to get changed first, thoug
h. I feel gross.”
While Scott showered, Evan moved through the house, quickly gathering up things that had been moved from their proper location and returning them. He’d adapted quickly to working from home on his own, but doing it while he lived with someone else was a different challenge. His natural tendency was toward messiness, which Scott hated. Clearing up the clutter was a conscious effort.
“Hey, Evan!” Scott called from the bedroom. Evan grabbed a sweater from the back of the couch and wandered in to find him naked, fixing his hair in the mirror over their dresser.
“Yes, darling?”
“There’s a new Japanese grill place just opened up on the Boardwalk. You wanna go check it out?”
“Sounds good.”
While Scott was preening, fixing his hair, Evan went to the closet and changed into one of his nicer Henleys, soft with wear, and a pair of khaki shorts. He’d long since resigned himself to always waiting for his partner to get ready, no matter the occasion. Scott took as long to get dressed for work as he did for a trip to the beach, or a formal event, or just going out for fucking dinner.
It wasn’t an argument Evan was willing to have anymore. He just accepted it as part of the funny, strange, wonderful man he lived with.
“Are you ready?”
Evan looked up from his phone and scowled. Scott was wearing jeans and a plain gray T-shirt, looking better than he had any right to.
“God, Evan, all I seem to do is wait for you to get ready.”
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, poking Scott hard in the stomach as he passed.
“Ouch!”
Scott stalked after him.
“You could have done serious damage to your finger there if my abs were clenched.”
“I’m sure,” Evan said drily.
“They’re rock solid.”
Evan grinned over his shoulder. “Yes, dear.”
They parked in a small lot a few streets away from the beach, one that mostly locals used since it wasn’t signposted for tourists. Evan was always a little wary of being too affectionate with his same-sex partner in public. It was 2018 but still the South, and attitudes were far more difficult to change than laws.
