Eyes wide, Jeff tentatively ran his hands down Craig’s arms. Shivering from the touch, he felt the tingle go right to his dick. “Jeff. I won’t hurt you.” Somehow, it seemed more important to say that than anything else at the moment.
Feeling the effect of Jeff’s matching need beneath him, Craig began to slowly rock. The friction between them was almost too much.
Pressing his head into the pillow, Jeff closed his eyes and bit his lip. “Craig.”
Was it pleading? Was it pleasure? “Jeff, are you okay?” Unable to stop moving, despite his concern, Craig needed a confirmation from him. Jeff had to be completely willing. Craig wanted more. He wanted all of Jeff, but he began to wonder if it was too soon. If he were completely honest with himself, Craig was scared of Jeff turning him away or making him wait.
Jeff’s answer was to move in synch with Craig, falling into a rhythm satisfying to both men. The two rutted against one another. It was almost chaste compared to most of Craig’s fucks, but this wasn’t a fuck. This wasn’t some random trick or the beginning of a fuck-buddy relationship. This was far different.
Seeing a smile inch its way onto Jeff’s face, Craig leaned down, brushing their lips together.
Feeling Jeff’s fingers dig into his shoulder blades, Craig braved more. Pressing his tongue inside, he needed to explore and know everything, he needed to be a part of Jeff. Their entire bodies were working as one as their kisses grew more heated and the rhythm of their movements quickened. Craig felt, more than heard, Jeff moan into the kisses, and it encouraged him to continue.
Peppering kisses over Jeff’s closed lids and flushed cheeks, Craig bowed his head into the crook of his neck. “I’m not going to last. Almost there.”
Craig continued to increase the pace, the bed creaking. Jeff followed his lead, holding him tight.
“Ahhh!” Without another word, Craig began to spill, still inside the tight confines of his briefs, soaking them.
Jeff suddenly arched his back, fingernails digging into Craig’s arms. Marks would be left in their wake. It was bliss watching Jeff follow him over the edge. Not wanting to separate and end their moment, Craig kissed along Jeff’s neck, working his way back to his lips. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist. He’d been an idiot, waiting so long to experience this incredible passion, like nothing he’d felt before. And they hadn’t even fucked.
Knowing he had to move so they could clean up, Craig began to roll off Jeff. That’s when he spotted it—a tear escaping the corner of one of Jeff’s still-closed eyes. “Damn. Did I hurt you? Oh God! I’m so sorry.”
His eyes still tightly shut, Jeff shook his head. “No.”
“No? Then why?” He was such an insensitive jerk. Of course Jeff wasn’t ready, and all Craig could do was think with his cock. That’s what he was, a great big stupid prick!
Slowly opening his eyes, moist and glistening in the light shining through the window, Jeff ghosted his fingers across Craig’s cheek and chin. Jeff’s touch made Craig want to grab him, hold him close and never let go, but he was worried. He’d gone too far, pushed too hard. Jeff’s lips moved, but the sound was barely audible. “I love you.”
Rolling his lips inward, Craig thought he heard Jeff correctly, but wasn’t sure if it was his imagination fulfilling some sort of previously unrecognized wish. His friend, hopefully lover, spoke so softly. Craig needed to know for sure. “Jeff?”
Squeezing his eyes shut again, then reopening them, Jeff found his voice. “I never thought I’d ever get to tell you. I love you, Craig. This isn’t a reaction to sex or residual fear from last night. I’ve loved you for a long time. I just didn’t think you—”
Craig didn’t let Jeff finish his sentence. Now was the time to act, to show and tell Jeff exactly how he felt. Wanting to kiss away any further doubts, he crashed his mouth onto Jeff’s. Craig hungrily pushed his tongue inside, Jeff now actively searching inside Craig as well. Both men explored and tasted, their hands eagerly grabbing and clutching at each other.
Breathing heavily, stopping his hungry onslaught for a moment, Craig lifted his head, looking into the dark, lust- and love-filled eyes. “You don’t have to doubt me, Jeff. I love you too. I guess I’m the slow one, because it wasn’t clear to me until I almost lost you.”
“You’re here now. We’re here. Nothing else matters.” Jeff was smiling, reaching up and placing tiny nips and licks across Craig’s neck and shoulder.
“We are here, aren’t we? And you’d better stay put. No more moving in with anyone else, okay?”
Jeff chuckled. It was the most incredible sound on the planet. “I think I can manage staying here for a while.”
“A while?”
A grin covered Jeff’s face. He threaded his fingers in Craig’s hair and pulled him in, attacking his mouth and jawline, biting and sucking anywhere he could reach. The two would have swollen lips and be well marked by the time they finished, but Craig didn’t care. Nothing mattered but this moment. He was happy to remain in this bed with Jeff for as long as possible.
Craig wanted more, but it wasn’t time. There was no need to push Jeff. After years of denial, Craig realized they had to find their way together. If there was one thing Craig was sure about, Jeff desired romance, and he would make sure he got it. Jeff would know he was loved and appreciated. In the meantime, they had to leave the bed, what Craig hoped would be their bed from now on, and get to work.
Spending the day in bed, further exploring the pleasure they could give each other, was all well and good, but eviction loomed if they couldn’t pay the bills, so pleasure must
