Ren

“DO YOU HAVE your ult?” Clacking his mouse and keyboard frantically, Aspen asked the question just as two members of the enemy team jumped out of the hidden part of the map to ambush him.

Che made a noise of assent. He was playing as our team’s healer, like always. Aspen always played carry. I didn’t mind any role, so I usually filled whatever was left after everyone picked. This time I was playing tank.

I did my best to mitigate the damage against Aspen’s character in the fight, and then breathed a sigh of relief when Che popped his character’s ultimate move, healing everyone on our team just before our health bars could drop to zero. With the extra health, we won the fight and pushed ahead to the enemy’s base, destroying their core. As we won, Aspen typed a bunch of trash talk in the chat at the enemy team. He was kind of bad about that.

“Good ult, Che. We would have been cooked without you,” Aspen said, as we sat in the queue for the next match.

“Thanks,” Che said, softly as always. When I glanced back at him, he looked up at me and gave me a small, shy smile. Pretty much everything about Che was soft. His voice, his black hair, his skin. Not that I’d touched it or anything, but he just kind of looked smooth and soft and cute. Like a kitten or a baby bunny. Today he had a pink bandage stuck across the bridge of his nose, a pink collar with a shiny heart charm dangling from the front, and a chunky rainbow-beaded bracelet on his wrist.

“Where’s Arie, anyway?” I wondered. Not that he would have been playing with us. He didn’t really get video games, but he usually cheered us on when he was around, at least.

“He’s doing this girl’s hair for a job interview,” Che explained. “So he’s over in her room helping her get ready and stuff.” I nodded in acknowledgment, but before I could think of a response, he cleared his throat, furrowing his dark brows. “Um, I’m sorry if this sounds rude, but… Are you okay, Ren? You’ve seemed kind of down.”

Ah, crap. I thought I’d been hiding my bad mood, but apparently I’d done a bad job of it. Or Che was just really perceptive to bad moods.

“I’m fine,” I lied. But this time even Aspen picked up on it, turning around his chair to give me an inquiring look.

“Bull,” he said. “Did you fail a test or something?”

“No,” I said honestly.

I hadn’t spoken to Maddox in six days, since we’d kissed after hanging out on the boardwalk on Monday. He’d been so upset when he’d stormed out… I didn’t know if I should apologize or say thanks or you’re welcome or what. It was definitely a situation I’d never experienced and didn’t know how to navigate. But it really sucked. I’d planned on forcing him to talk to me in class, but he hadn’t shown up Wednesday or Friday.

“Did you get a bad grade on that writing project?” Aspen asked.

“No,” I said. “It’s due tomorrow, actually.”

“You’re finished, right?”

“Uh… Not exactly. My, um, partner is kind of… Not talking to me.”

“Maddox?”

“Yeah.”

Aspen scoffed, giving me a wry look. “Told you jocks are assholes, dude. You should have known he wouldn’t do his fair share on a group project.”

Che frowned, looking concerned, but didn’t add further comment. I had a feeling someone like him probably hadn’t had the best experience with jocks either.

“It’s not really like that,” I explained, feeling defensive even though he was kind of right. My grade was getting screwed over. “We didn’t have a fight or anything.”

“So what happened?”

“Uh…” I hesitated. “Nothing, really.”

“He’s not talking to you because nothing happened?” Aspen asked, raising a pierced eyebrow. “Yeah, that sounds legit.”

“Well, something happened,” I conceded. “But it wasn’t really bad or anything. I mean, it was good. I think it was good. It was good for me.”

Staring at me for several moments, Aspen blinked. “So are you going to say what it was or not?”

“It’s kind of private.”

“Did you accidentally pop his favorite basketball or something?”

“No!” I sighed. He obviously wasn’t going to let it go until I said it. “We just… Kissed.”

“What?!” Aspen gawked at me. “You kissed Maddox? The Maddox you brought over the other day?”

“Actually, he kind of kissed me. But I, you know… I reciprocated.”

When Aspen looked over to Che, like he needed someone to share his shock with, he frowned. “You don’t look all that surprised,” he pointed out.

Che pursed his lips a little, in thought. His lips were really pouty and puffy and cute. I could definitely understand why Arie liked him so much.

“Well, not really,” he admitted, then turned to me. “He was all over you that night we all watched the movie, so… I thought maybe there was something going on between you guys already.”

“What?!” Aspen cried out again. “And I’m just now finding this out? How come you didn’t say anything?”

“Why would I?” Che answered. “Plus, it’s not like I knew anything for sure.”

“I didn’t know anyone could see that,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure if I should feel embarrassed, but I didn’t. Maybe it was egotistical and shallow of me, but… Maddy was unreasonably hot, so… The fact that I’d even kissed him was kind of a flex. “It was dark.”

“It wasn’t that dark,” Che said. I took a mental note that Che had eyes like a hawk and noticed everything.

“Also, I thought you were straight. What happened to that?” Aspen asked.

“Uh… I thought I was, too.”

“And Maddox?” Che wondered, tilting his head. “Well, actually, you don’t have to talk about his feelings. It’s not polite to talk about him when he’s not here.”

“Polite,” Aspen scoffed. “So, wait, you guys kissed and now he’s not talking to you? Are you that bad of a kisser or what?”

“I’m, uh, pretty sure he enjoyed it,” I said. The memory of Maddy moaning in my ear as he came in his shorts showed up in my head briefly, but I pushed it out. I didn’t want to pop a boner in front of the guys.

“Are you the first guy he kissed?” Che asked, and I nodded.

“Oh, a jock with internalized homophobia? We’re really embracing the clichés, aren’t we?” Aspen piped up.

“Come on, Aspen,” I said, giving him a dry look. “He’s confused and upset. Someone like you should understand that.”

Aspen sighed, and for a split second he looked at least mildly guilty. “Fine, fine. He’s not that bad, anyway. So have you texted him?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk to him?”

“Of course.”

“So text him.”

“He’s just going to ignore me,” I said.

“It’s too bad you don’t know where he lives,” Che pondered.

“I do know where he lives,” I said. They both glanced at each other, before turning back to me.

“So…” Aspen raised a hand in the air, gesturing toward the door.

“You really think I should?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“What if he does?” Aspen countered. “Maybe he wants you to make the first move.”

I thought about it for a second. He’d definitely liked it when I’d taken control of the whole kissing situation. Maybe he was just waiting for me to make the first move after everything. Maybe he wanted me to fight for him, like he was a princess locked away in a tower or something. I could do that.

I took a quick shower in the community bathroom before heading out. When I was done scrubbing down and headed back down the hall to my room to put my toiletries away, I checked my phone. I had two new text messages.

One was from Che. It was cool how you were so open and honest about everything today. Let me know if you need to vent or just need someone to talk to, followed by a pink heart with a ribbon tied around it. What a fluffy beam of pink sunshine. I responded to him with my eternal gratitude before looking at the next message.

It was from my mom, asking me to call her when I get a chance, just to catch up. I had a bit of a walk, and knew my mom wasn’t the type to blab on and on forever, so once I finished getting dressed and was heading out toward Maddy’s house, I dialed her up.

It was a pretty normal phone call, just asking how my classes were going and how I was liking everything. I told her I’d actually made a lot of friends and even went to a few parties already, which seemed to surprise her.

She told me it was weird not having me in the house, so she was already looking forward to winter break. I asked how Dad was, and she told me he was working on a new project at work that was keeping him busy, but that things were good. Then the conversation took a turn that had me grimacing and wanting to pretend like I was going through a tunnel with bad reception.

“I saw Gwen today at the grocery store. We talked a little bit. She’s doing well.”

I responded with a very neutral hum, because I didn’t have much to say to that. She was a year younger than me, so she was still finishing up high school. I knew she had no intentions of attending BBU, so I didn’t have to worry about her showing up to ruin my college experience.

“Don’t you want to know if she asked about you?”

“Not really,” I said honestly. I didn’t want to be a dick about it, because my mom really liked Gwen. She’d always gushed about us, and the two of them had even gone on shopping trips and stuff like that together.

My mom’s sigh was long and deep. “You know, you didn’t seem all that upset about the break-up.”

That was because I hadn’t been remotely upset about it. I’d been relieved. I’d wanted to break up for so long, but I’d had no idea how to go about it or what to say to keep from making her lash out at me. Her dumping me at the end of senior year was one of the best things that could have happened.

I didn’t blame my mom for being confused, though. Gwen would always act pretty different around her as opposed to how she would act when it was just the two of us alone. That was when she would chastise all the mistakes I’d made in whatever the last social interaction we’d had with other people. If we hadn’t been out with friends or in public recently, she would just criticize my clothes and my interests and whatever else about me bugged her. Which was usually everything.

“I just don’t think she was the one for me, Mom.” I answered. It was the nicest way I could possibly put it.

“Well, maybe you’ll end up getting back together, down the road. Stranger things have happened.”

Stranger things certainly had happened. I’d made a guy come in his shorts and now I was walking to his house in hopes that maybe that could be a regular thing going forward. Hopefully without the shorts. And without the freak-out. But it was Maddy, so that last part might have been non-negotiable, at least for a little while.

“I don’t think so, Mom. I’ve got a lot of stuff going on.”

“What kind of stuff?” She asked. “Are you talking to another girl already?”

“No,” I said quickly. “I’m not really interested in talking to girls right now.” It was technically true, though I highly doubted she’d get what I was really implying with my statement.

She let it go, which I was thankful for. I didn’t think she’d have a problem with me being bi, she and my dad had always been really liberal and had raised me to be progressive and open-minded. But I was definitely not ready to have that kind of discussion with her yet.

We chatted a bit more about general stuff before we said goodbye. The timing was perfect, as I was just strolling up Maddy’s driveway. I hadn’t noticed the night I’d walked him home after the party, but there was a really fancy red sports car in the drive. The top was down, and the leather seats were gleaming. I wondered whose car that was, since I was pretty sure it wasn’t Maddy’s. We’d talked about our home lives, and we were both from suburban middle class families. I didn’t know much about his roommates, other than that one of them was Kelani’s brother.

As I approached the front door, I realized I hadn’t really prepared any kind of speech or really organized my thoughts and feelings. Part of me wanted to stop and process everything and decide exactly what I wanted to say, but on the other hand I thought maybe speaking from the heart might be a little more fitting for the situation. And if I didn’t sound perfectly rehearsed, Maddy might be a little more trusting and not so guarded, anyway.

So I knocked, and waited. It took awhile, but eventually the door slowly creaked open a bit, Maddy’s face appearing in the sliver of open space. He looked incredibly nervous and kind of miserable. What exactly did he think I was here to say? I was a little nervous, but only because I wasn’t sure how he would react to me coming there. Maybe he’d wanted more time to pout and brood.

“Hi,” I started. “Are you busy?”

He glanced back behind himself into the house briefly, before shaking his head. “Not really.” He wasn’t really meeting my eyes and when he did, it was only for a second.

“Can we talk?”

It really looked like he wanted to say no, but he breathed a deep sigh and gave a small nod.

“Do you… Want to come in?”

“Yeah.”

He stepped back to let me in through the door. As I came in, I saw a tall, muscular guy standing in the kitchen with the sides of his head shaved and short dreads on top.

“Oh, hey!” He said. “You’re friends with my sister, right?”

“Yeah, I am,” I said. “I’m Ren Suzuki.”

“Cyprian Knight,” he introduced himself back.

Maddy explained we had a group project due tomorrow and needed to work on it, so we would be in his room.

Once he’d ushered me in and shut the door behind us, I couldn’t help but look around at his living space. It was somewhat utilitarian, with a bed and desk and dresser, but there were a few personal touches here and there. The frog he’d won on the boardwalk that he’d said reminded him of me was sitting on top of his dresser. So he hadn’t thrown it away, at least. The barracuda I’d gotten was on my bed.

We stared at each awkwardly until I cleared my throat.

“So, uh, I know you don’t really want to talk to me right now, but-”

“I never said that,” he interrupted me, but then looked kind of regretful that he’d spoken up.

“Well, you haven’t talked to me,” I pointed out. “I thought maybe you were mad about what happened.”

He winced, like I’d zapped him with a taser. “Can we please not talk about that?”

“Which part?”

His eyes narrowed, and his head tilted. I felt the corner of my mouth trying to tug up into a grin, but steadfastly held it back, knowing it would only piss him off more. Now that I could see he didn’t hate my guts or flat out refuse to see me, my nerves were mostly gone.

“You know which part I’m talking about.”

“Okay, I think I know which part you mean. But can we at least talk about the stuff before that?”

“Can you be more specific?”

He was being difficult on purpose. But if he wanted to be like that, then fine. I wasn’t embarrassed about what had happened.

“When you kissed me.”

“I…” He plopped down on his bed and stared at a corner. “What about it?”

“What about it?” I repeated. “Uh, it was kind of awesome? And I was hoping maybe you wanted to do it again? And also I don’t want to fail creative writing because that class is really boring and it’d be such a huge waste of my time to re-take it or just not get the credits for what we’ve already done in it.”

He finally turned to face me. “Did you just call our kiss awesome ?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so lame.”

I grinned, chuckling a bit. “Okay, if awesome isn’t the right word, then how would you describe it?”

“I…” He stopped, shaking his head. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“No!” I said honestly. “I’m just tired of dancing around everything and… I don’t want to pretend like nothing happened. I like you, Maddy.”

“Are you going to call me that all the time?”

“If you don’t hate it. I think it’s cute.”

He groaned a little, burying his face in his hands. “I don’t hate it. But even in front of other people?”

“Um…” I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I guess I won’t,” I said. “I’ll only do it when we’re alone. If that’s what you want.”

“If people find out about me, the guys on the swim team are going to make my life more of a living hell than they already do. I can’t deal with that right now.”

“I understand. Seriously, I do,” I said at his look of disbelief, dropping down beside him on the mattress. “I wouldn’t pressure you to come out or anything like that. Ever.”

“It’s not… Because of you.”

“I know that. It’s… Yeah, I know. It’s just a lot. And you have way more stuff going on than me. And you’re totally stressed out, and I get that. I don’t want to add any more stress to your life.”

“You don’t,” he answered quietly. “All of this other shit does, but you don’t.”

“I’m glad,” I murmured, slipping my arm around his waist and letting my head drop onto his shoulder in a weird kind of side hug. “So we’re okay? You don’t hate my guts and want me to die a thousand fiery deaths or anything?”

“I was never mad at you, dweeb.” When he turned to face me, our foreheads touched. “This is all just really different for me and I’m not used to it.”

“Well, you could just treat me like you’d treat a girl you liked,” I suggested, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You think I’ve had a lot of girlfriends or something?”

“You haven’t?” I asked, shocked. I was even more shocked that he was still letting me cling onto him. But if he was going to let me be touchy-feely with him, then I was definitely taking advantage.

“No,” he said. “I’ve hooked up with, like, a couple of girls at parties and I’ve had a few girlfriends but only for a few months each, so…”

“How come?” I asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I’m not very good at processing my emotions. Girls seem to think that’s a red flag.”

I chuckled. “Um, yeah. About that… Would it maybe be possible for you to not freak out over something and storm out and not talk to me for days at a time, again? I can accept your flaws but going without talking really sucked.”

His hand curled into a fist on his thigh, but he nodded. “I’m sorry. It was stupid. I feel like I’ve already said all this before.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said. “I can kind of understand, but just… If you feel freaked out like that again, just talk to me about it.”

“Look,” he said. “I don’t really like talking about my feelings or whatever.”

“I’ve kind of caught onto that, yeah. But, you know, if you try it then maybe you’ll like it.”

“You sound like my mom trying to get me to eat my vegetables.”

“I definitely don’t want you to think of me as mom-like in any way, shape, or form,” I said, and he laughed.

“Yeah, after last week that would be pretty sick.”

I paused, unsure if I should say anything about what had happened. He’d said he didn’t want to talk about it but I could tell just from his body language and everything that he still wasn’t altogether comfortable.

“But, um, Maddy…”

“Yeah?”

“I know you don’t want to talk about it but what happened is, like, fully not a big deal and you shouldn’t worry about it at all. And it’s probably really common and happens to a lot of guys. And plus, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, honestly, I… I kind of liked it. I mean, I really liked it. I kind of haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. And so, yeah, you shouldn’t feel weird about it. It was really hot and, uh, yeah. So just don’t worry. And I totally would have too, if we’d kept going.”

“Are you done?” He asked flatly. His skin had become pinker and pinker as I’d rambled, and he was now covered in a rosy flush.

“I think so.”

“You’re really bad at not talking about things.”

“And you’re really bad at talking about things,” I said. “But that’s good. It means we complement each other.”

He stood up, walking a few steps away to stare at me from across the room, his arms folded across his chest.

“Look. That only happened because I haven’t done anything with anybody in forever and I’m just totally on edge all the time. I’m not some… Nympho freak or whatever, okay?”

“Okay.” Not that I would have minded or anything.

“Okay,” he repeated. He looked so adorably embarrassed, really all I could think about was kissing him again. But I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be down for that just yet. “So don’t expect it to happen again.”

“The kissing, or the other thing?”

“The other thing,” he said, practically gritting his teeth. “I didn’t say anything about not kissing again.”

“So you do want to kiss again?”

“Do you have to make me say everything?” He complained, averting his eyes from mine.

“I just wanted to be sure. I didn’t want to try anything if you were really opposed to the idea.”

“You were planning on trying something?”

“Well… Yeah. Kissing you isn’t like kissing anyone else, Maddy. I really, really like it.”

“What’s different about it?” He wondered, looking at me suspiciously as he flopped down into his desk chair, swiveling it around to face me.

“I don’t know, I just like the way you react to everything. It makes me feel like I’m doing it right, so I don’t have to worry. I can just relax.”

“It doesn’t make me relaxed,” he said wryly. But it felt like most of the tension between us was gone.

“Yeah, I know. I like that part, too.”

We stared at each other for a bit, just letting the silence settle around us. I didn’t mind, because looking at him was definitely not a chore. Finally, he spoke again, this time quietly.

“I missed talking to you too, you know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Seriously. I understand. Let’s just not do it again.” But the confirmation that he’d missed me like I’d been missing him made my stomach feel kind of fluttery. “Congratulations, by the way. You were awesome at the meet.”

“You saw that?” He asked, surprised.

“I watched your parts on the school’s Youtube channel,” I said. “You were really awesome.”

“Thanks. I’d never done a competition like that, so I was kind of nervous.”

“Well, it didn’t look like you were,” I said honestly. I patted the spot on the bed next to me, hoping he would take the hint and move back over beside me. He did, the sides of our thighs pressed together. “And, uh, I never really noticed this until I saw it on you, but the swim team uniforms are pretty slutty.”

He let out a little burst of laughter, grinning. “Yeah, I’m not sure slutty is what the athletic department was going for.”

“Well, you looked really good.”

“Thanks,” he said. But his tone of voice this time suggested he definitely knew he looked good in the tiny little speedo thing that barely covered anything. “So is that why you were watching? So you could be a perv, spying on me in my little swimsuit?”

“No, I was genuinely curious how you would do. The perving was just an added bonus.”

“At least you’re honest,” he observed, smirking a bit. But I could see that little spark in his blue eyes. I recognized it from the other day. The muscles in my stomach clenched a little and my dick twitched against my zipper.

“Always.”

“If you’re so honest, then what are you thinking about now?”

“Kissing you.”

He leaned into me, letting his lips glide over mine briefly before pulling away, just enough to tease me. He did it again, brushing against my mouth lightly for just a second. This time when he tried to pull away, I slid my fingers into his hair, holding his head in place while I licked at the seam of his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and parted his lips, inviting me in without hesitation. It was even better this time because we both knew exactly what to expect. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as I licked inside his mouth, swallowing his adorable whimpers and little moans. Who would have thought that a guy who looked like that in a speedo would melt into such a pliant, submissive puddle when kissed?

Our positioning was awkward and I wanted more of his body, so I nudged at his waist, urging him to climb onto my lap. Breaking the seal of our kiss to breathe, he straddled my lap, one perfect thigh on either side of me. He looked so sexy and kind of desperate already, with swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. I reached down between his legs, and he was already fully hard. He bit down on his lower lip to try and stifle a moan, but his hips rolled into my hand, grinding his cock against my palm.

I kissed him again, lazily moving my tongue over his and nipping into his lip as I stroked him through his sweats. I already knew how sensitive his neck and ears were, so skimming my mouth there was an obvious and easy decision. He shivered in my arms, leaning his head back to give me more access to his sensitive flesh.

“You know,” I murmured, kissing and nuzzling at the spot right where his jaw met his ear. “Last time we did this, you left me really, really hard.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, gasping lightly when the tip of my tongue traced the shell of his ear. “Do you want me to make it up to you?”

“What did you have in mind?” I wondered, genuinely curious. But anything at this point would have been fine with me. I was almost painfully hard now, my cock straining against the rough denim of my jeans.

His lashes fluttered down over his eyes as he glanced down at my lap. “Well, I… I mean I don’t really know how, but I could try …”

“Try what?”

Instead of answering me, he slithered down onto his knees on the floor, nudging my knees apart so he was kneeling with my cock at eye-level. Oh, he wanted to try that . When his gaze raised back up to mine, staring up at me from between my legs, my dick throbbed.

“You want to suck my cock, Maddy?” I asked, rifling my fingers through his soft locks of brown hair. He nodded slowly, cheeks pink. When his tongue darted out to wet his perfect, pink lips, I groaned a little. I’d almost never gotten taken care of in this way. Dragging my zipper down, I lifted my hips so I could tug my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs a little.

When my cock sprang free, his eyes widened, locking onto it.

“Jesus, Ren.” He blinked, looking both turned on and a little apprehensive. “Your dick is huge.”

“Uh, well, I’m above average, yeah.”

“That’s kind of an understatement,” he said, sounding out of breath. But he curled his fingers around it, gently stroking it from root to tip, spreading my precum down my shaft. I hissed, my fingers tightening in his hair a little.

His awed, kind of timid expression as he stared at my dick replayed in my head. Did he look hesitant because he didn’t think it would fit, or was he worried about taking something so big for his first time with a guy? The mere idea that someone like Maddy would want or even consider bottoming for me made my balls ache. The thought of pushing my cock into him and making him moan and come for me was almost too much to take.

“Is this good?” He wondered softly, sounding so insecure it shocked me. His touch was unsure, but it still felt so good.

“It’s great,” I said honestly, trying not to pant. “You’re doing amazing, Maddy. You’re so hot.”

When he leaned down to start pressing sexy little kisses along my cock, I braced my palms on the mattress, leaning my head back to stare up at the ceiling. “Oh god, that’s really, really good.”

He opened his mouth to take me in, suckling at my head, sweeping his tongue across my slit, another fat drop of precum leaking out against it. He started slow, and I suddenly worried that he would hate the taste or just the act itself. But then after a few minutes he was eagerly taking me in as deeply as he could, my swollen head brushing the back of his throat, his fist stroking up and down the bit he couldn’t fit in. His soft little moans were vibrating down the length of my cock, settling in my balls, where I felt like I was going to burst. It took every ounce of my self control not to hold his head still so I could thrust myself into his throat.

“M-Maddy,” I groaned out, cupping under his chin to gently lift him off me.

“You didn’t like it?” He asked, sounding just a bit hurt. It made me feel so protective, like I’d take down an army for him. Which was stupid, because, well… He was him and I was me.

“I love it,” I murmured. “It’s just that I want to make you come, too.” When I gently pulled him back up, I saw his sweats were tented out with a dark, wet spot in the front where his neglected cock was leaking out his frustration.

“But I’m supposed to be paying you back,” he reminded me.

“You did, believe me. Can I?” I asked, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his pants. He took a deep breath but nodded, biting down into his lip as I slid them down his legs. His body was ridiculous, all lean, firm muscles and smooth, hairless skin. Just like the rest of him, his cock was pretty much perfect. Just the right size and shape, and flushed with a pretty pink tone.

“Sit on my lap again, like before,” I ordered, scooting farther onto the mattress so my back was against the wall. He wriggled back onto me, straddling my thighs, pressing up against me so our cocks were lined up. He didn’t hesitate or wait for any kind of signal, immediately grinding his cock against mine, wantonly moaning at the contact. “Poor baby,” I said teasingly, noting his desperate reaction.

He looked embarrassed by my statement, but didn’t comment, panting heavily between those sexy, gorgeous noises. How was someone like me making someone like him feel so good?

I was close, and I wanted us to finish together, so I reached down to grip him, holding his slippery cock tight against mine so he could fuck my fist too. It only took a few more thrusts before he was bucking his hips desperately against me.

“A-ah, Ren. I’m going to come. Oh, fuck.” He dissolved into whimpers as he came, hot come spurting out hard between my fingers. Amazing heat rolled through my body as I followed him, taking myself in my hand so I could spill it onto his lap. The combination of both our loads painted his dick and balls and thighs a pearly white.

“Um, sorry about that,” I said, once my breath had returned to me, gesturing to his dripping body.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Just grab that towel over there for me.”

I handed it to him, tucking myself back into my boxer briefs and pulling my jeans up while he cleaned himself off. When he was done, he sighed deeply, collapsing on the bed.

“I can’t believe I still came before you,” he grumbled, pouting a bit. His blushes were just out of this world cute. It was kind of cruel to enjoy his embarrassment, but I couldn’t help it.

“Well, it was basically at the same time,” I said. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. As long as we both enjoy whatever we do, then I’m happy.”

“Me too, I guess,” he said, eyeing me a bit cautiously. I knew that look very well now. He wanted to say something, but he was fighting with himself.

“What is it?” I asked. He averted his gaze from me, looking into an empty corner.

“I don’t really want to label everything right now, and… I don’t exactly know what I want, but…”

“But?”

“But don’t do this with anyone else. Only me.”

My eyes widened, and I felt my mouth tug up into a smile. I definitely hadn’t expected that.

“Only with you, Maddy.” Like I’d even bother looking at anyone else.