Chapter Thirteen

~ Tawson ~

V ic was absolutely stunning in the outfit. Their thighs were all muscle and thick, barely hidden under the black skirt. The tank top showed off their arms and collarbones. The very lickable, delicious collarbone. It was more like a camisole, dainty and the white contrasted beautifully against Vic's skin. Every part of Tawson's body was on board with the outfit.

"Do-" Vic's tongue darted out nervously. "Is this okay?"

"It's more than okay," Tawson said. He really couldn't tear his eyes away. Vic had muscles and decently wide shoulders, but their waist tapered in, giving the illusion of an hourglass figure. The clothes didn't bulge or stretch either. Vic must have done some good research to figure out what size fit them best. Tawson knew from his older sister growing up and his ex that more feminine clothing was confusing as shit. "You look amazing. How do you feel, though?"

It took a moment of contemplation before Vic spoke. "It's not as scary as I thought it would be wearing this around someone. Around you. "

"And does wearing this make you feel any different?" Tawson knew there was a whole spectrum to everything. He knew Vic was struggling with it. Having the self-awareness but not being able to really express yourself had to be weighing on them. Even when they were alone, Vic was hesitant to talk about it. Tawson tried to respect that. He already fucked that up once. He just wanted Vic to be true to themselves. It wasn't an excuse, but maybe he was being one of those people that were too accepting and tried too hard.

"It's hard to explain," Vic said. They moved to the kitchen where Vic finished chopping up the lettuce while they spoke. "It's not like I'm putting this on and I'm a whole new person. I'm still me. I just. This is going to sound so lame, but the analogy that Shrek uses when he says he's like an onion. That's how I feel. This is just another layer of who I am. It doesn't change all the other layers- parts- about me."

Tawson tried not to laugh at the analogy and mention of the animated movie. But whatever helped Vic understand and explain themselves worked. He moved into the tiny kitchen and stood behind Vic. Tawson's hands started at Vic's shoulders and ran the length of their back. The camisole was soft and shifted easily under Tawson's hands. He could feel the heat coming off Vic's body underneath the thin fabric. He paused when his hands touched the thicker fabric of the skirt. It hugged Vic's hips perfectly.

He nuzzled his nose in Vic's hair and took a deep breath. Vic must have showered after classes because the scent was strong. Inviting. He closed his eyes and whispered softly, "I'm so proud of you."

Vic turned in his arms and kissed him. Vic's arms went around his neck and pressed their bodies together. Tawson was still wearing his slacks and button up shirt from teaching.

"Thank you," Vic whispered against Tawson's lips. "I hope you're hungry because I made more than enough for us."

They spent the next hour eating and talking. Vic talked about their classes and Tawson talked about grading and what they were learning in class. Vic was intellectually smart and Tawson enjoyed discussing themes and morals in various books. Eventually, they changed positions on the couch and Vic rested their back against the arm rest and their feet on Tawson's lap. With Vic's legs on full display and the angle Tawson sat, he could see more than his fair share under the skirt.

"My eyes are up here, Professor Lancaster." Vic tilted their foot to press against Tawson's lower abdomen. The way Vic said his name so formally. He heard it all day long, but no one made his dick twitch with interest. It took him longer than necessary to break his stare and look back up at Vic's eyes. "Like what you see?"

"You could be wearing a brown paper bag and I would still find you sexy as fuck," Tawson said honestly. He moved his hands to massage Victor's feet. They were soft, a small callus on their left big toe, but that was it.

"Well." Vic scooted lowered themselves on the couch, the skirt riding up well past what would be considered decent. The white lace was on full display when Vic spread their legs slightly. Tawson knew what Vic wanted. Knew that he was next to powerless to resist. Vic was already hard, the bulge in the underwear making that more than clear. "Maybe you should have a closer look."

Tawson smiled and moved to hover over Vic's body. The couch was spacious enough, but both of their frames were a bit too big to fit comfortably. Tawson leaned down and kissed Vic when he felt legs wrap around his waist. "You are something else, Vic."

"We might be a little more comfortable in my bed," Vic suggested. The words came out airy, even though Tawson hadn't done more than hover over them. Vic's eyes were large, serious. Their tone was full of suggestion.

"And what might we be doing in this bed of yours?" Tawson punctuated the question with a long, drawn out kiss. Tawson pulled back and, despite the teasing, stood up from the couch and held his hands out for Vic. Both of them were kidding themselves yesterday when Vic said they just wanted Tawson to come over and hang out. His arms wrapped around Vic as soon as their feet touched the ground. The trip from the couch to the bedroom took a lot longer than it should have, seeing that they stayed glued together and might have taken turns backing each other up against the walls on either side of the hallway. Maybe sneaking into the apartment wasn't so bad, Tawson thought to himself when Vic palmed his cock through the slacks.

It was still plenty light outside by the time they did get to the bedroom. Tawson waited, happily, in the doorway while Vic pulled the curtains closed. The blinds were already down, which would have been enough for Tawson, but the view he got when Vic knee-walked over the bed and reached up to pull the curtain had him keeping quiet.

He crossed the room just as Vic finished drawing them. They had the desk lamp and a lamp on the bedside table that cast more than enough light to see but give a dim, romantic glow to everything. Vic let out a small squeaking noise when Tawson reached out and spun Vic around, pinning their back to the mattress.

"You are a sight," Tawson said. He sealed his lips over Vic's and took control quickly. His tongue brushed against Vic's, taking all he wanted. He could taste the lingering heat of the hot sauce Vic drowned their tacos in.

Vic's hands ran down Tawson's sides and up under his shirt. Tawson's muscles quivered under the soft touches. "I got supplies," Vic offered. It was spoken so softly and Tawson could hear the smallest hint of hesitation. "If- If you still want to."

"Of course I want to," Tawson said. He kissed Vic once more before pulling back and sitting on his heels so he was straddling Vic's legs. "Do you still want to?"

"I do," Vic said. "I just- I didn't know if this." Vic waved a hand over their body, like it was something to be ashamed of. "Would change your mind or not."

"Baby." Tawson pulled Vic up into a sitting position. They were going to talk about this before anything happened. He could see Vic was still worried, still had that voice saying they couldn't be accepted as they were. "I promise it does not change how I feel about you. No matter what you decide you like or don't like, how you want to dress, how you want to be addressed. Well, unless you suddenly start liking pineapple on your pizza. I might draw the line at that."

Vic chuckled softly. But the lower mood passed and Vic was smiling when they looked back up. "And you're okay if I switch between how I feel? Like, I might feel more one way or neither. Or maybe just throw in a random day where I want to try something new."

"It's your choice, Vic." Tawson smiled warmly. Despite the intentions when they came into the room and his still half- hard cock, Tawson was glad they were having this conversation. He never wanted to push Vic, but he could see they were struggling. "If you want to go by he / him, that's fine. They / them, totally cool. If you want to go by anything else, Princess, just tell me." He made sure Vic was looking at him before he spoke again, wanting each word to sink in. "This is your life. It's your choice how you live it."

Vic didn't say anything, but moved suddenly, pushing Tawson back to the mattress with a huge smile. "Do you think we could start with using the neutral pronouns? I know you've been doing it and I've been thinking of myself with those pronouns, but I think I really want to try it out loud between us and then maybe at the club meeting on Thursday."

"I think that is a perfect idea," Tawson said. He wrapped a hand around the back of Vic's head and pulled them in for a kiss. Vic let their weight fall on top of Tawson and they shared a small laugh at the way Tawson huffed at the movement. In retaliation, Tawson wrapped his arms around Vic and rolled them once more so Vic was under him again.

"I have supplies this time," Vic said again with a small smile. "Just don't judge how many there are because I did not ask for that many. Joe went a little overboard."

"What are best friends for?" Tawson asked jokingly. He'd had his fair share of supply and demand in high school and college for a spare condom. "Does he know about us?"

"No," Vic said. "I trust him with my life, but I wouldn't do that to you without asking you first. He is coming over Thursday. I was planning on talking to him about everything else. Oh god."

The conversation dropped when Tawson mouthed over Vic's clothed nipple. The small nub was already hard and he looked back down, noting how the moisture from his mouth left a small, wet spot on Vic's camisole. He moved to the other side and did the same thing. Vic's hands were in his hair. Tawson's hands slid up and down Vic's thighs. They didn't have much hair on their legs to begin with and the little bit he felt was like soft peach fuzz.

"I can't wait to see what you have under here," Tawson whispered. His eyes looked up to Vic. Their eyes were closed but Tawson watched them lick their lips before parting them and letting out a long moan. Tawson's right hand traveled well under the skirt and teased along the hem of the underwear. Tawson had seen them in pictures and glimpses over dinner, but he knew that wasn't going to compare. Not even close.

"I have another little surprise for you," Vic said. "Not really for you, but you know what- Shit. Fuck, Tawson. You know what I mean."

Tawson's fingers skimmed over the fabric blindly, feeling the way Vic's cock twitched. He wanted to get his mouth on every inch of skin and the thought of prepping Vic, sucking their cock, even eating them out while wearing the skirt was overwhelming. Tawson loved that Vic was comfortable with him to wear this, to show that side of them. He wanted to give Vic all the good memories of wearing the clothes.

He moved back up to seal their lips together once more. "What's your safe word?"

"What do you have in mind where I'll need one?" Vic asked. There were no nerves in the question, just curiosity.

"You should always have a safe word," Tawson said. "I know we used the traffic light system. If that works for you, we'll stay with that."

"It's fine with me," Vic said .

"Good." Tawson kissed the tip of their nose and smiled fondly at Vic. "Because I want to make this last, but I also want to fuck you into this mattress so hard you're crying my name."

Vic's eyes widened at the words, but the expression quickly changed to pure lust and Tawson laughed as Vic squirmed underneath him. Tawson let Vic stand up while he fell to his back on the mattress, situating himself so he was back with his head on one of the two pillows. He reached a hand out for the bottle of lube and Vic placed one, and then two, condom packets on the bedside table before closing the drawer. "We don't have to use both," Vic said quickly. "Just in case."

"Come here." Tawson smiled and wrapped his fingers around Vic's hips when they straddled Tawson's body. They were still fully clothed and the fabric of the skirt was stretched as tight as it would go, accentuating the thighs they were meant to cover. "God, I can't tell if I want you to keep the clothes on or rip them off."

Tawson was hard as a rock and he knew Vic could feel the bulge behind his pants. Those would be the first thing to come off. Vic leaned down and kissed Tawson, both of them going slow and letting the other give and take. It was calm and sweet. Intimate. Tawson loved it.

Vic's small whimper spurred him on. His hands snaked under the skirt and gripped their ass, spreading their cheeks. Vic thrust their hips, creating an enticing friction against Tawson's slacks. "Fuck, baby. I need to get these pants off."

"Let me," Vic said against his lips. Vic sat back up and took Tawson's hand to pull him into a partly sitting position. Tawson's abs clenched at holding the position long enough for Vic to help him out of the shirt. Then their mouth was on either pec, trailing down his stomach, and Tawson fell back to the bed, letting Vic explore. Vic made quick work of the belt and it landed with a clunk off the side of the bed. Before Tawson could say anything, Vic had his pants undone and was trying to pull them over Tawson's hips.

"Slow down, Princess. I promise, we have time."

Vic's cheeks tinted a beautiful pink. Tawson reached his hand down and cupped the side of Vic's face. Tawson reminded himself to take his own advice because he couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. They'd fooled around a handful of times, but a couple of blowjobs and penetrative sex were different. In his mind, at least. Maybe not to some, but it felt like tonight, they really wouldn't be able to go back from this. He knew deep in his chest that he was already all in with Vic.

With the person that was so scared of people knowing the real them, but trusted Tawson for an inexplicable reason. With the person that made him laugh and feel somewhat normal and respected his boundaries. And most of all, with the first person he wanted to be with romantically that believed him when he described his past.

Tawson's mind came back to the moment when Vic's touch left him. He opened his eyes and couldn't help the smile tugging the corners of his lips upward. Tawson's pants were down to his knees and his cock was tenting the navy briefs he wore obscenely. "What's up?"

"You just looked so blissed out," Vic said. "I mean, your eyes were closed and your mouth was kind of slack-jawed, but you were being unusually still. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I am, Vic. I promise. I just got lost in my thoughts of how good this is. How good I feel." Vic moved to the side and stretched their body along Tawson's. Tawson took the chance to kick his pants off the rest of the way. Vic did the same with their tank top and then, after a cheeky smirk to Tawson, shimmied out of the skirt. They were left in the underwear and good fucking god-

They were amazing in full view.

And Tawson was damned. He gave Vic only a second's warning before he moved. He rolled on top of Vic and ground their bodies together. They both let out low moans at the contact. Tawson took control of the moment and copied the same trail down Vic's chest and stomach. Vic cried out and bucked their hips up when Tawson wrapped his lips around their shaft under the lacy fabric.

"Your mouth is amazing," Vic groaned. Tawson looked up their body. Vic had one arm behind their head and the other was on their stomach, fingers splayed out like they were trying to find grip on something.

"This is nothing, baby. I want to taste you everywhere." Tawson hooked his hands in the underwear and pulled them down, letting Vic's cock bob free. They were as hard as Tawson knew he was too, vein pulsing on the underside, head purple and desperate for attention. His mind fought between taking his time like he told Vic to or going straight for it because- damn. He was so turned on and didn't know where he wanted to focus his attention first. "Fuck." The word was drawn out and Tawson unceremoniously shed the last of the fabric they both wore. Their clothes were in a mess on the floor.

"Fuck is right," Vic said and arched their back. Tawson reached his hand out to the side and wrapped his fingers around the bottle of lube. It was a personal bottle. They'd have to upgrade to a larger one. "I need you, Tawson. "

That.

Fuck.

Tawson wasted no more time. The idea of going slow flew out the window. His lips wrapped around Vic's head and he braced himself, loosened this throat, and sank his mouth down on Vic's cock fully. His mind registered that Vic had shaved. Everywhere. Tawson reached one hand up between Vic's legs and, yep. Even their balls were shaved clean. Tawson could feel the precome leaking from his own cock, could taste it in his mouth from Vic's.

He didn't let up, spurred on by the way Vic was thrusting their hips and letting out long moans and, "Oh fuck, Tawson. Oh fuck. That. I'm going to come way too fast."

Tawson could feel it too, felt the way their cock twitched when he swallowed around the head. He backed off, giving himself a second to breathe. "You shaved."

"I told you-" Vic huffed out a few deep breaths before finally looking at Tawson under hooded lids. "I told you I usually keep it clean shaven."

"I'm not objecting," Tawson said. He didn't mind one way or another. But the hairless sight before him was something to admire. He lowered his face and nuzzled the crease of Vic's thigh and groin. Their skin smelled faintly of some type of aftershave oil. Enticing. Tawson licked their skin, lost in his own senses. His hand wrapped around Vic's cock and started stroking slowly. "You smell amazing."

Tawson's tongue swiped over the skin once more and then sucked one ball into his mouth. He lathed his tongue around, switching between one and the other, all while still stroking. Vic was whining again, long, drawn out moans. Begging for Tawson's cock. It was driving Tawson crazy. He needed, wanted more.

"Put your legs up, baby." Vic did as instructed and Tawson looked back up their body, trying to memorize every detail from the new angle. He noted the way Vic bit their bottom lip, their chest heaving up and down in long breaths, stomach muscles twitching. Their cock was glistening with the precome leaking from their slit. Tawson's hand moved up, collected the cum to ease his glide a little more. "Color?"

"So fucking green," Vic said without hesitation. Tawson looked back at the view in front of him. With Vic's arms hooked behind their knees, their hole was on full display. And damn. He was shaved there too. Or maybe they got waxed? Whatever it was, Tawson could feel his own cock threaten to explode.

"Turn around," Tawson instructed. If he kept like he was, the friction of his cock against the blanket below him would be too much. "Knees and elbows," Tawson instructed.

Vic again did as he asked. They kept their head on the pillow, hands gripped at the pillowcases, and ass on full display. Their pink hole puckered, like it was teasing Tawson, begging to be touched. And who was Tawson to deny such a pretty sight?

He kissed Vic's skin, his tongue dancing lightly over his hole. "Oh fuck, Tawson. That feels so good. More, please." Vic's requests were answered greedily.

It'd been years since he'd been with someone that liked their ass to be played with. He speared the tip of his tongue and pressed against Vic's rim. He teased the area, gave and took away the pressure. His hands spread Vic's cheeks as wide as he could without hurting them. Tawson kept his mouth over Vic's hole, alternating between blowing warm and cold air on the sensitive area. After a minute, he added more pressure and pushed past the ring of muscle .

"Oh god!" Vic cried out. They lifted their head off the pillow and turned to look over their shoulder. Vic's ass was amazing, soft and round. They had a small dimple on the left cheek but otherwise flawless. Tawson could see Vic's profile easily. Their face was flushed, eyes wide, mouth open in a perfect O-shape. "Fuck, Tawson. That feels amazing."

Tawson pulled his tongue away, swiping his hand over his chin where spit started running down. He moved the tip of his thumb to brush over Vic's hole. They were still so tight. Vic's hole reacted to the touch of his thumb, puckering and relaxing over and over. He could see that Vic's right hand had moved and, from the motion of their shoulder, Tawson knew they were jerking off.

Tawson grabbed the lube and coated his fingers blindly. He pressed his lips back to Vic's ass, using his tongue to get the area wet again. The taste was to be expected, but the smell of soap and their natural scent and the noises mixed all of Tawson's senses and had him gripping his own cock to keep from coming. He sat back on his heels after a few seconds.

"I need you to fuck me," Vic said. From their angles, Tawson could see that Vic still had their dick in hand but wasn't moving. "Please. I need it now."

"I'm not doing anything until you're prepped, Princess." Tawson kissed one cheek and then the other while rubbing his fingers together, warming up the lube a little so it wouldn't be such a shock. "Put your knees down and lay flat, but keep your legs spread. I'll make this as quick as I can, but please tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm so far from uncomfortable right now," Vic said with another moan. Tawson laid his body half over Vic's. His lubed fingers found their hole and he pressed the tip of his middle finger against it. Tawson's lips kissed the back of Vic's neck repeatedly. The flesh was warm and tasted faintly salty. They were both working up a sweat. "Everything feels so good."

Vic's body felt like it was sucking his fingers in when he finally added the right amount of pressure. He started with one, pushing in until his palm was flush against their cheeks. He pumped his finger in and out, smiling at the way Vic reacted to every movement. The feeling was indescribable and Tawson rutted his cock against Vic's hip. When he added a second finger, Vic's body stiffened up and Tawson whispered quiet praises directly into their ear as he pumped his fingers in and out. Vic twisted their head toward Tawson to seal their lips together. They didn't seem to mind the fact that his tongue had just been in their ass minutes before. It was hot.

"Ugh." Vic bared down on Tawson's fingers when he scissored them, movements increasing in speed. Tawson was as desperate, if not more, to sink his cock into Vic's hole. "Fuck, Tawson. Mhmm. I need more."

Tawson added a little more lube to his hand before adding a third finger. "Almost there, baby. You're almost ready to take my cock."

Vic's body shuttered at his words. He repeated them, spreading his fingers to prep Vic as much as he could. He knew Vic wasn't a virgin, knew that they understood what was going to happen, but he still wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hurt them.

"Please, Tawson. I'm ready. I need you now." The words were a plea. Begging. He gave Vic's ass a few more pumps of his fingers before pulling them out. He stood up from the bed, grabbing his own briefs to wipe his fingers off before reaching for one of the condom packs. Out of curiosity, he bent down and opened the bottom drawer where he'd seen Vic pull the condoms from.

"Shit." Tawson looked back at Vic and smiled. Tawson wrapped his hand around his own cock and gave it a few strokes before opening the condom packet. "You weren't kidding about having a stash now."

"You can blame my best friend," Vic said. Their hair was messy. Their body stretched out on the bed, bicep muscles twitching with each stroke of their cock. Thighs spread open, inviting, waiting. Vic's free hand reached down and cupped their balls. It was a sight for sure. Tawson rolled the condom on, making sure it fit right, before climbing back over his lover. Because that's what this felt like. It was a rollercoaster of quick and slow, moans and whimpers to conversations between them. Tawson realized then how used to a quiet and simple fuck he'd become. He didn't want that with Vic.

"More like thank him," Tawson said. "We'll make sure they get put to good use."

Vic wrapped their legs around Tawson's waist, tightening around him so his cock nudged against their hole. "Fuck me, Professor."

"I hate how much I love hearing you call me that," Tawson whispered. He gripped his own cock and guided it to Vic's hole. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

Vic's body tensed at the first push past the rings of muscle. Tawson pulled back, giving them a second to relax before going again. Vic's body was unbelievably tight still, but Tawson knew it would take a few moments to adjust no matter how well they prepped. The warmth of Vic's body and the tightness was a mix that had Tawson seeing stars. He had to keep his mind focused to not thrust in all the way. He moved slowly, pushing in slowly just a little more.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally Tawson bottomed out. He looked down, at a loss for words seeing his cock buried deep inside Vic's ass. "Oh god, I can feel you twitching."

Tawson looked up to lock eyes. "Yeah? Your body is hugging me perfectly, baby. That's all because of you. You're taking me so well."

"I need you to move," Vic said. Tawson leaned down and sealed their lips together in a moment of intense pleasure. Vic squeezed their ass again, sending another wave through Tawson's body. He knew they were doing it on purpose.

Their lips parted with a small sound and Tawson adjusted himself just slightly. He held himself up by his hands on either side of Vic's shoulders. They continued to look at each other as Tawson pulled his hips back and forth, starting a slow rhythm. He watched the slight wince turn to pleasure on Vic's face. He repeated the motion several times until Vic was begging for more.

Tawson decided he couldn't hold back. He could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm already building. He pulled his torso back, grabbing the back of Vic's thighs and bending their knees to their chest. Vic cried out with the new angle but promised that it was a good move when Tawson stilled. Vic's hands landed on top of Tawson's, their fingers barely threading together as Tawson moved with earnest now.

Each thrust was punctuated with a grunt from Tawson or a moan from Vic. Tawson's eyes darted up and down Vic's body, admiring their body, their chest was flushed with the exertion. Abs contracting with each movement. Their cock was untouched, bobbing this way and that with each thrust. Tawson moved one hand to wrap around the shaft .

"Oh my god! Fuck, Tawson." Tawson was half aware that they were probably being too loud. But he couldn't, wouldn't, stop. "Fuck, fuck. Right there. I'm- ugh- I'm almost there."

Tawson adjusted his angle ever-so-slightly and he knew he was successful in finding Vic's prostate when their whole body jolted and they cried out much louder than expected. "Holy fuck! Holy- I'm going to come. I'm going- I'm coming. Tawson, please don't stop."

The words were frantic and filled with lust, but it made Tawson go harder. He could feel his own climax building and building. He turned his thrusts from quick and shallow to nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping skin joined the echoes of Vic's pleas to keep going. He kept his hand on Vic's cock, stroking in time with each thrust into their body. The whole thing, the sight, the feeling, the smell of sex in the air, was pushing Tawson closer and closer to the edge.

White spurts of cum spilled from Vic's cock. The first landed on their stomach, the second below their belly button. The third and final spurt coated Tawson's hand. He chased his own orgasm, spurred on by the aftereffects of Vic's orgasm. His hips were losing their rhythm. He turned back to shallow thrusts until he could feel that band of pleasure break and release, flowing up his back and down his legs simultaneously.

"Oh shit, baby." Tawson gave two more thrusts after he'd emptied his balls into the condom. He pulled out slowly and rolled over to lay next to Vic. "That was amazing."

"You're telling me," Vic said. Neither of them moved for a good while. Tawson's cock was going soft and he looked over the edge of the bed. "What's up?"

He turned back to Vic and smiled. "You might want to invest in a wastebasket or something beside your bed. I'll be right back. Don't move."