Room For One
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Toby laughed as David pushed off him to head toward the kitchen.
THE party was busy and enjoyable, much to Toby’s surprise. He was expecting more awkwardness, but David orbited around him casually, not making a production about the comfortable touches he bestowed upon him. Unused to any form of PDA, Toby was not certain how to respond so instead just worked on letting himself be receptive, which he figured was his big hang up anyway. No one seemed to notice anything different, or at least they did not comment on it, and the evening finally ended with a two hour marathon of old Twilight Zone episodes. Toby noticed that David had stuck with nursing one beer for hours, and he followed suit, assuming that a sober head for after-party discussion might be called for.
The last thing he wanted was to let David think everything was just another alcohol-fueled mistake.
Steff left with her boyfriend James a little after midnight, and after that the place emptied out fairly quickly. David made noises about cleaning up, but Toby decided that for once it could wait until morning.
“Come on.” He pulled at David, who was giving the pile of dishes a conflicted look. “David….”
Something must have tipped David off, or Toby just sounded as needy as he felt, because David let himself be pulled down the hall without any arguments or questions. Toby opened the door to his room, but David stopped there.
“Seriously, Toby. Only if you’re sure.”
Toby knew that promises were more than useless in these kinds of situations—he had gotten too many empty promises from Alan—so instead he walked the few steps back to David and pulled him into a kiss. It was like picking up where they left off in the garage, gentle and sweet, and David melted into it.
They swayed over to the bed, Toby providing the energy to keep going when David seemed more interested in getting his hands up the back of his shirt. He tried for a graceful “drop and roll” maneuver, but David startled and they ended up in a slightly painful tangle of elbows on the bed.
“Ow.” David extracted his arm.
“Sorry. I was going for ‘manly and forceful’,” Toby admitted sheepishly, and David laughed.
“Maybe next time….” David grinned and crawled on top, nuzzling at Toby’s neck.
“Yeah, sure, okayyy… oh….”
David snickered and began sucking at the delicate skin below Toby’s ear, hard enough to leave a mark but not so hard that it was painful. Toby felt the endorphin high starting as his body surged in reaction, and he gasped in pleasure. After a few seconds, David pulled back to look at Toby.
“I spent a week setting up that date.”
Toby cringed a little. “Sorry?”
“I worked on the playlist for hours.”
Toby blinked. “You’re such a girl.”
David smacked his arm. “I’m trying to be sensitive and honest here.”
“Well, maybe you could just skip to the point?” Toby smiled hopefully, pushing his hips up. David rolled his eyes.
“The point is: this is important to me.”
Toby stilled at that. They looked at each other for a few moments, and then Toby wrapped his arms around David’s back and pulled him down into a hug. “I know. I know. And we wouldn’t be in my room if I didn’t feel the same. I swear, I haven’t had sex with anyone but myself on this bed since Alan left.” He moved one hand to caress David’s face. “I’m not going to promise anything other than I’ll try my best, because I do want this. I want this to be about us, together, even if it scares the shit out of me.”
David’s face lit up, his grin broad and electric. He dropped onto Toby completely, pressing their bodies and mouths together in a bruising, full-contact kiss before slowing down and moving to kiss down Toby’s neck. There was a familiar edge to their explorations, which calmed Toby down enough to relax into the experience. They pushed and ground against each other in slow, languid waves of motion, David returning most of his efforts to kissing.
Finally Toby curled up a little, demanding more from David’s mouth and body. David groaned, grinding his cock slow and hard down against Toby’s before pulling back. “Since I’m the injured party here, I think it’s only fair for you to do all the work.”
Toby frowned in confusion for a moment before the suggestion hit him. “Fuck yeah!” He pushed up and rolled them until he was on top, kicking David’s legs apart with his feet. “Like this; I want to watch you.”
David closed his eyes and groaned loudly at Toby’s words, and Toby was doubly glad Steff had taken off for the night. He sat back on his heels, placing his hand on David’s stomach when he whined in protest. Reaching over to his nightstand, he pulled out his faithful bottle of lube and a condom, then slicked his fingers up. Spread out before him, David watched his movements with wide eyes, his pupils blown open with lust, his hair mussed and ruined.
“She’s right, you look debauched.” Toby smirked. David took a second to process that, then shook his head. “Never mind, I’ll explain it later.” Toby ran his lubed hand over David’s cock, which was full and demanding attention. David bowed up to the touch, closing his eyes in pleasure. Toby took that as permission and ran his fingers down, gently pressing one finger inside David’s hole, humming in pleasure as he felt the tight heat.
David reached up, lightly grabbing Toby’s arms as if looking for anchor. They gazed at each other for a moment before Toby continued pressing his finger in and began stretching David. It didn’t take too long, a reminder that David had been more active recently than Toby had been for the last few years, but Toby decided he was fine with that. He did not know where this was going, but was comfortable with their pasts.
“Alan almost never let me top,” he whispered, and David’s eyes snapped open, watching him warily as Toby pulled his fingers out and shifted over him. “He said I was clumsy and bad at it… I just want to be good for you, okay?”
“Dammit, you’re gorgeous. Just keep doing what you’re doing, and stop worrying,” David whispered, ghosting fingers over Toby’s lips. Toby opened his mouth and sucked in two fingers as he started pushing his cock into David, both of them groaning low and deep in their chests. David opened up slowly but comfortably for Toby, and they settled easily down together as Toby sank inside all the way. He could not believe how hot David looked, how well they fit together, how much David wanted him. This was all he needed, he realized: to be wanted like this, desired and claimed. They had moved far beyond casual sex while Toby had been just warming up to the idea, and now he was hooked.
He really did not mind, he discovered. Starting a steady, deep thrusting, he worked them up to a hard pounding that actually made the bed springs squeak. David was crying out nonsensical strings of sounds, his hands clutching at the mattress edges for traction as Toby plowed into him.
David came first, which caught Toby by surprise so much that he immediately went off right afterward, his vision exploding along with the rest of his body in a riot of colors and sensations. He finally slowed himself down and curled over David through the aftershocks. They held one another in a glorious clutch of sweat and semen until Toby decided he could pull out without passing out.
Clean-up was quick and simple, shirts used as mops and tossed indiscriminately across the room. David stretched and turned on his side, grabbing at Toby to pull him close behind him. They shifted comfortably and familiarly as they settled, and David laughed.
“You know, I could get used to this.”
Toby smiled. “I hope so.”
About the Author
COOPER WEST lives in Florida and wishes the weather was more like the Pacific coast, or maybe Hawaii, but is in graduate school to become a sexy librarian so is unable to make that real just yet. West has a cat and a lot of books and spends too much time reading slash fan fic when not riding a bicycle or doing yoga or napping.
Visit Cooper at http://www.cooper-west.com. You can contact Cooper at cooperwest.wtr@gmail.com.
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Room for One ©Copyright Cooper West
, 2011
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Released in the United States of America
April 2011
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