17. Declan

SEVENTEEN

DECLAN

I wake up slowly, the fog of sleep lifting as my brain kicks in. There's this warmth pressed against me—familiar, comforting. It takes me a second, but then I remember: Savion's place. The couch.

The smell of takeout and the faint lingering scent of Savion's shampoo hover in the air. We must've fallen asleep watching TV—reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air or something. I don't even know how we managed to fit on this couch. It defies all logic. Half of Savion is sprawled over me, his chest rising and falling against mine, his arm draped lazily across my stomach.

And then there's the morning wood.

Savion's morning wood.

I shift slightly, feeling it. Savion's hard length pressing against my thigh, and suddenly I'm all too aware of the heat blooming between us. I glance down at him, taking in what I can in the faint light of dawn filtering through the blinds. His face is half-buried in my neck, his breath warm against my skin. And, of course, I've got my own situation going on down there, too.

Savion stirs against me, a quiet groan escaping his lips. I watch as his eyes flutter open, a little dazed, and then he freezes, probably realizing the same thing I just did—his hard- on is pressed right against me. He lifts his head, looking down at me through a mess of tousled hair, and for a second, he looks completely flustered.

"Uh..." He pushes his hair out of his face, trying to smooth it down with one hand, the other still resting on my stomach. It's awkward and adorable, the way he fumbles to gather himself, like he's trying to pretend we didn't just wake up half on top of each other with erections.

"Morning," I say, my voice rough from sleep, unable to keep the amusement out of my tone. His cheeks flush, and I can tell he's trying to play it cool, but he's terrible at hiding his emotions.

"Morning," he mumbles, clearly aware of the situation.

There's this awkward silence for a beat, and I feel Savion shift again, like he's trying to figure out how to untangle himself from me without drawing attention to... well, the obvious.

"You know..." I start, keeping my voice light, but I'm very aware of the way his body is still pressed against mine. "We could, uh, do something about this."

Savion blinks at me, and for a second, I think I've completely broken him. His eyes flick down to where our bodies are still pressed together, then back up to me, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"What do you mean... something?" he asks, his voice a little rough, like he's unsure if he wants to hear the answer.

"I mean..." I trail off, letting the implication hang in the air. "We could... you know, take care of things. Together."

Savion's face goes red, and he bites his lip, his eyes darting away like he's trying to process what I just said. He's quiet for a moment, and I can see the internal struggle—part of him is curious, maybe even wanting it, but there's still that hesitation, that uncertainty.

"I don't know..." he says finally, his voice quiet, almost like he's testing the waters. "I mean, I've never... not like this."

"We don't have to," I say, giving him an easy out. "I just... thought maybe you'd want to. But only if you're comfortable."

He nods slowly, clearly torn between curiosity and caution. I can see it in his eyes—the want is there, but so is the nervousness. His fingers twitch a little on my stomach, and I resist the urge to take his hand, to reassure him with touch. This has to be on his terms.

"I... I think I want to," he says, his voice barely a whisper, but there's no mistaking the tremor of desire in it.

I smile softly at him, feeling a rush of warmth. "Then let's take it slow."

We shift on the couch, sitting side by side now, the space between us heavy with tension. I can feel the heat radiating off him, our thighs brushing together, and for a second, I just take him in—the messy hair, the flushed cheeks, the way his chest rises and falls a little too quickly. He's beautiful like this, open and real, and it hits me all at once how much I want him, not just like this, but everything he is.

I reach out, letting my hand slide over his, feeling the slight tremble in his fingers. "It's just us, Savion. Just you and me. We don't have to rush."

Savion looks at me, his breath catching for a second, then he nods. I can feel the tension in him, the nervous energy mixed with excitement. I shift closer, letting my fingers brush over the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling his sharp inhale.

For a moment, I just let the sensation settle between us—the warmth of his skin, the quiet of the room, the way the light filters through the blinds, casting soft shadows on his face. There's no rush, no pressure. It's just us, discovering each other in a new way.

I move my hand lower, and Savion closes his eyes, his breath coming in soft, shaky exhales. "You okay?" I ask, my voice low, keeping everything slow and gentle.

With my free hand, I reach down to the worn denim of my fitted jeans, fingers playing with the zipper before pulling it down. My heart thrums in my chest as I reveal myself, the cool air hitting the sensitive skin at my tip. The room fills with Savion's shaky exhale, a soft sound that sends a jolt through me. Glancing over, I see his eyes closed tight and worry creeps into my mind. "You okay?" I murmur, keeping my tone as gentle as possible.

His eyes flutter open, meeting mine with an expression that tugs at something deep inside me—raw vulnerability. "Yeah," he whispers back, voice barely audible over our combined breaths. "I'm okay."

His words are like a green light and I let myself go.

My hand wraps around myself and starts moving in slow strokes. Pleasure curls up from within me but there's something else too—an unexpected thrill that comes from watching Savion mirror my actions on his own body.

His dick is a sight to behold—thick and long with a slightly darker hue than the rest of his pale skin. He begins to stroke himself and suddenly it hits me—this is turning me on more than anything ever has before.

I've never been aroused by watching another man pleasure himself—even when straight porn was involved—but seeing Savion now? It's indescribable.

The grunts escaping him punctuate each stroke he makes on himself while his body writhes subtly against the couch cushions beneath him; each sound and movement stokes the flame growing within me.

Slowly we shift closer until our hands are no longer pleasuring ourselves but instead exploring each other's bodies; our heavy breaths fill the living room as we stroke one another in a rhythm that feels natural yet charged with anticipation.

Admiring the beauty of his cock is one thing. Getting the opportunity to caress it, wrap my palm around it, jerk it is an amazing experience, beyond comparison.

The tension builds until it becomes unbearable; we both release almost simultaneously in powerful spurts, the evidence of our pleasure staining our pants. The room is silent except for our panting breaths.

This is one morning I'll never forget.

We don't rush to move. We sit there, still pressed together, our breaths gradually slowing in the stillness of the room. The morning light is a little brighter now, spilling through the blinds, painting soft patterns across the floor. Savion leans his head against my shoulder, his body still warm and pliant against mine.

"That was..." Savion starts, his voice soft, trailing off like he doesn't quite have the words for it.

"Yeah," I agree, because I don't either. It's not just about what we did—it's about everything else that came with it. The trust, the connection, the way we both opened up in a way that felt... big. Bigger than just this moment.

Savion lets out a small, content sigh, and I smile, wrapping an arm around him, pulling him a little closer. I press a kiss to the top of his head, feeling a quiet sense of contentment settle over me. This is just the start. We're still figuring things out, but this... this feels right.

"You okay?" I ask, keeping my voice soft, not wanting to break the moment.

He nods, his eyes still half-closed, looking more at peace than I've ever seen him. "Yeah. I'm good."

And so am I.