seem to mind, coming up, triumphant with whatever he’d been looking for. It proved to be a very large bottle of lube.
Colin was a little traumatized by the size of it.
Judd gave him a serious look. “Now, you remember this, young scholar.”
“Teach me, oh wise one.”
“There is only one hard and fast rule of butt sex.”
“Hard and fast, got it.”
“No… wait.”
“Not hard and fast?”
“Definitely hard, but usually not fast. Nice and slow, okay?”
“Got it, hard and slow. That’s the rule?”
Judd pretended annoyance at him. “Rule number one, go slow.”
“Right. Hardness irrelevant. Got it.”
“Stop it, kid.”
“Sorry, daddy.”
Judd flopped back on the mattress.
Colin was beyond pleased with himself. He was bantering. This was sexual banter, and somehow he’d just, kinda won. Except the butt sex wasn’t happening, so maybe he’d lost?
“Please go on, oh great teacher of the gospel of lubrication.”
Judd glowered at him. “That is not any better!”
Colin pretended to be a good student, sat up straight and raised one finger. “Rule one, go slow.” He raised another finger. “Rule two?”
Judd handed him the massive bottle of lube. “You can never have too much lube.”
“Judd.”
“Yes, baby?”
“This is an awful lot of lube.”
Judd rolled his eyes. “Well, you don’t have to use all of it. But when in doubt, add more lube, okay? Every step of the way.”
Colin swallowed, nervous. He was imagining steps covered in lube and how dangerous that would be. “Okay.”
“Stop looking so scared. I’m a big, tough werewolf enforcer, remember? You can’t actually damage me and you won’t hurt me if…”
“I go slow and use lots of lube.”
“By George, I think he’s got it.”
“Who invited George into the mix?” Colin was proud of himself for still being able to talk, even as he felt himself losing all capacity for complex thought.
“Are you always this snappy and perky right after waking up? ‘Cause I have to say it’s a major character flaw.” Judd flipped himself over and crawled to his knees. He widened his stance, so that he’d be at the right level, Colin realized, for Colin to penetrate him.
“Oh, fuck me,” said Colin, not at all eloquently.
“No, the opposite is the idea. Remember?”
If there was anything more sexy than this huge muscled man offering up his ass, Colin had never encountered it before and likely never would again. He couldn’t help himself, he dropped the lube and just smoothed his hands over that perfect butt. Just worshiped it. Didn’t care how slim and pale his stupid fingers looked, because Judd shivered under his touch. Judd shivered under his touch. Like it was something wonderful. Like Colin was wonderful. Like his hands were good, perfect, capable, glorious things.
Colin sank his fingers in, gripped hard. He remembered Judd had said he wanted that. It felt special and dynamic.
“What, you got your hands on my ass and you lose all your snark?” Judd’s voice was a little gruffer than it had been.
“I just. Oh my fucking god, that’s just… Gah!”
“Eloquent, Gingersnap. Now, what are our rules?”
“Slow. Lube. Got it.” Colin fished about for the lube, having more success with finding it than finding words, as it turned out.
Judd would have to do the talking.
“Tell me exactly what to do,” Colin begged.
And Judd did. Guiding him through the process of one finger, and then two, and then three. Of locating his prostate, and how to curve, and ways to tug on his balls, and all the things that made Judd squirm and whimper and cry out beneath him. Which made Colin feel so powerful. Powerful, for the first time in his whole life. Like he could do this and do it well.
This thing, this was what he was good at. And his own horrible white thin gay-as-fuck fluttery awful hands were turning Judd inside out – his hands on Judd were absolutely gorgeous.
Colin proved two things to Judd.
That it definitely was possible to use too much lube. Although neither of them minded. They’d just need to clean the sheets later.
Also that it was possible to go too slow. Because Judd was losing his mind, and Colin just wanted that feeling of power and pride to go on and on forever.
Finally, after losing his language for a while, not unlike Colin, Judd finally said. “Look, Gingersnap. Lube up that perfect prick of yours and stick it in me right bloody now, or I will not be answerable for the consequences.”
Colin did as ordered. “Yes sir!”
“You are such a brat. How did I not know what a brat you were?”
“Apparently sticking my fingers up