muttered, “Lube, Alex, please tell me you’ve got some!”
“And condoms,” Alex said hopefully. “They’re in the end table.”
Simon laughed softly. “That’s my Boy Scout.”
Alex, who had peeled down his covers so he could slide into bed, hid his face in a pillow. “I wasn’t going to be a virgin forever!” he exclaimed, and Simon had to smile because Alex was admitting the truth when it no longer mattered.
“With your body? I hope not!” Simon laughed. He palmed the lubricant and the strip of six condoms and shoved them under the pillow as he climbed under the covers too. “I need to get tested,” he said, gazing into Alex’s eyes soberly. “But I’m pretty conscientious with condoms—male or female. We won’t need to use these for long.”
Alex smiled shyly. “You, uh, take what I say on faith. That’s… that’s nice.”
Simon shrugged. “I believe you teleported your dog and I’m not going to believe you’re a virgin? I try not to be an asshole too many times in a week.”
“You were never an asshole,” Alex said, his eyes practically glowing. “Just awkward.”
Gah! So sweet! Simon would take it. Simon took Alex’s mouth too, and his kisses weren’t getting less potent as Alex grew more and more sure of himself, of what they were doing, of why it was good and right.
Simon pulled back enough to roll, his body covering Alex’s, the feeling of that lean strength intoxicating. “Not awkward now,” he breathed, smiling into those green eyes.
Alex bit his lip, so vulnerable but there, with him, in the moment. “Not done yet,” he said.
Simon chuckled and bit his chin playfully. “Have faith.” Alex gasped, and Simon moved down that stubbled chin, nibbling on his Adam’s apple and down his neck. This time he wasn’t going to let Alex distract him; he wanted to kiss everything, touch everything, find the places that made Alex gasp and the ones that made him giggle.
He reached Alex’s nipples and pulled one into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, and Alex gasped again. He clenched one hand in Simon’s hair, not hard but urgently, and Simon chuckled, moving to the other side. Alex whimpered this time, arching up into him. But Simon took his time. He wanted Alex aroused to the point of brainlessness when it came time for Simon to penetrate him. Not that they wouldn’t survive a fit of the giggles, but it would be hard on Alex’s faith in love and sex, and Simon didn’t want that.
Passion—Alex wanted passion, and Simon was the first man he’d ever found that with. Simon didn’t want him to second-guess the two of them. Not here, not now.
It would destroy Simon if he lost Alex now, when they were so close to being spectacular.
But Alex didn’t show any signs of remembering himself, his self-possession, as Simon released his nipple with a pop and kissed his way down Alex’s ribs. He gasped once more, with a half laugh, as Simon licked his rib cage, and Simon moved quickly to his stomach, which made him gasp in an entirely different way. Like a lot of bicyclists, Alex didn’t have washboard abs—just long, lean muscles and a concave stomach, with a ginger happy trail leading down.
Who doesn’t like to follow a happy trail?
Simon paused to nibble at his hip bones and then settled himself between Alex’s thighs, shoving them up so the entire banquet of goodies was there for his exploitation.
He looked along Alex’s body and caught Alex gazing soberly back at him. Simon grinned so Alex would know it was okay, that playfulness was part of making love too, and then licked a line from the base of Alex’s healthy-sized manhood to the tip. He tickled the frenulum with his tongue, and Alex caught his breath—not quite a laugh, not quite a gasp—and Simon took heart.
He did it again, and this time, he got a breathy moan. Alex threw his head back and arched his hips, begging, and that’s exactly how Simon wanted him.
Needy. Greedy. Wanting.
So lost in desire that he wasn’t worried about how he looked. His entire focus was on what Simon was doing to his wonderful, deliciously tight and tasty body.
Simon took Alex’s cock all the way into his mouth and down to the root, reveling in the fullness in the back of his throat, in Alex’s taste. Alex moaned again, this one from his throat, all his muscles quivering as he fought to stay still. Simon pulled up, sucking, plying his tongue on Alex’s bell,