Something Good
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Sean hissed.
Andrew stilled his hand. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Sean rasped out. “Just feels like pressure. Keep going.”
Andrew knew how to make it better. He slid his digit a little deeper, then bent the tip, seeking Sean’s prostate. When Sean threw his head back and moaned, Andrew knew he’d found it. He worked another finger, then three, in, opening Sean until he was humping the air and pushing himself back onto Andrew’s hand.
Sean raised his arm, grasped Andrew’s wrist, and tugged his fingers free. “Enough playing.” He panted. “Want you now. I’m ready.”
“Bossy bottom,” Andrew teased.
Sean arched an eyebrow. “Like you wouldn’t be the same,” he challenged.
Andrew groaned, his cock growing harder at the thought of bottoming for Sean. They were definitely going to be doing that in the future.
“Hey.” Sean smacked Andrew’s thigh. One side of his mouth lifted. “Focus. I will fuck you later if you want. It’s my turn right now.”
Andrew licked his lips and chuckled. “Sorry.”
Sean took hold of Andrew’s cock, positioned the head at his entrance, clearly tired of waiting for Andrew to stop daydreaming.
A second later, all humor disappeared from the room as Sean rocked back and heat enveloped Andrew’s engorged tip.
Andrew squeezed his eyes shut, and moaned. Sean was tight. Heavenly tight.
Sean pushed back, and in one swift movement Andrew’s entire cock was buried deep inside the man.
“Fuck,” Andrew cursed, every bump and ridge of Sean’s channel caressing him.
Sean let out a low groan, his back rippling. “Oh God,” He fisted the sheet. “That feels…we’re definitely doing this, again.”
Andrew pulled out, as Sean moved forward, then they came together again. They met each other’s thrusts, synchronized, moving smoothly, as if they’d been doing it their entire lives.
Andrew reached under Sean, grasped his swollen length. He ran his thumb through the copious amount of precome dripping from the tip, using it to slick his hand. “Not gonna last long,” Andrew rasped, jerking Sean, urging him to come soon.
Sean dropped down on his forearms, resting his head on the bed. He humped manically, biting down on his own arm. Sean’s cock thickened in Andrew’s hand, a moment before Sean let out a muffled scream, signaling his released. Andrew cried out as Sean clamped down around him, pulling his orgasm up from his balls. He nearly lost consciousness as he shot fast and deep into Sean. There was no doubt in Andrew’s mind that everyone on their floor knew what they were up to. He didn’t care. He rocked his hips and wrist, ringing every last drop from their cocks until they were spent and had collapsed into a heap of sweaty bodies.
Sean rolled to his side, and pulled Andrew against him. “Fuck, that was good,” he said, his chest still heaving. “We should have tried that sooner.”
Andrew laughed. “I’m glad you liked it. It’s my turn next time, though.”
Sean lifted his head. “No fair. I’m a newbie. I get another go first.”
Andrew snorted. “You might not be saying that tomorrow, when you’re walking funny and hurting.”
Sean hummed. “The pain will be worth it.”
Andrew pulled the condom off, and launched it toward the trash can. He switched off the bedside lamp, snagged the comforter, then curled up facing Sean, tangling their legs and arms together.
There was enough lamplight coming in through the window that Andrew could make out the grin on Sean’s face right before he said, “Just give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready for round two.”
Andrew chuckled. “We’re never going to get any sleep or school work done now. What have we started?”
Sean’s smile softened, his eyes growing serious. He slipped his hand around the back of Andrew’s head, sliding his fingers into his hair, and pulled him close. “Something good is what we’ve started,” he murmured, then brushed his lips over Andrew’s.
Andrew closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against Sean’s. “Yes,” he agreed, his voice quiet. Something good. That was exactly what they’d started.
The End
About the Author
Lila Mathews writes bite-size stories about sweet and sexy men falling in love with each other. She is also an avid reader of all things romance-related. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found hiking in the woods or collecting sea glass along the shore of the Chesapeake Bay. It’s in these settings where her imagination runs wild, and new stories are born.
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