Chapter Thirteen

~ Wright ~

Wright tried to keep his cool during their supper. The food really was good and he told Xander more details about his day. Xander talked about the calves and how they were doing well. They were selling a few cattle next month and had a wedding that wanted to rent out the field for a summer event. They talked about the dinner and if Wright liked it, talked about different meals they'd like to try together. Xander gave him the rundown of all the family he would meet tomorrow. There were cousins, an aunt and uncle that owned a farm across the state, and some other family friends. Margaret Pillar, his doctor, would be coming with her husband and kids. Tracy's niece, the one that introduced William and Patrick in the first place, would be coming with Tracy's mom. Her older sister wouldn't be able to make it due to work. He was excited to meet everyone, but he pushed those thoughts for tomorrow.

"The food was delicious," Wright said as he finally set his fork and knife down. He finished off the glass of water as well. He was just the right amount of full, but his stomach was still flitting with small butterflies. He wasn't nervous, really. He knew he was ready for this. Had been ready and as much as he liked pushing Xander, he respected his wish to wait. He enjoyed what they had done, liked that Xander gave him something when he was good. Maybe he'd have to explore that praise kink a little more. He enjoyed it in the books Xander had.

"Do you want dessert?" Xander asked easily. He finished off his sweet tea and flicked his eyes to Wright. Wright closed his eyes for a second and then shook his head.

"Honestly, if you aren't my dessert, I'm good."

"You're really ready for this?" Xander asked. He scooted his chair out and tapped his thighs. Wright was out of his seat in an instant and straddled Xander's. He wrapped his arms around his neck and Xander placed his hands on Wright's hips.

"I am." Wright said it matter-of-factly, trying to relay how ready he was in those two words. "But only if you are, Xander. This goes both ways."

Instead of answering, Xander smiled and sealed their lips together. The kiss was hot from the start and Wright gave Xander everything the moment he parted his lips. He moaned, shifting his hips forward to hopefully repeat their same make out session from Monday. Xander massaged his hips, then his rough hands slid down Wright's thighs. He couldn't help but groan as he felt his dick swell at the contact. Wright broke the kiss, but Xander just moved his lips to his jaw, down his neck. One hand left his thigh to move the collar of his shirt off his shoulder and he sucked the skin above his collarbone.

"Shit, Xander. That feels amazing." Wright shifted his body backward, Xander's hands on him the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor. He whimpered when Xander's stubble scraped against his chest. His whole body was already on fire. He dropped his head back, letting Xander have full access to his neck. His lips brushed over his Adam's apple and to the other side.

"You sure you want this, gorgeous?" Xander whispered the words as his lips trailed back up to his ear. Wright could hear him take a deep breath and then growl. The sound immediately went to his dick and he needed to be naked now.

"Yes." The word came out more whimpering than he meant, but he didn't care. Whatever got Xander moving. Shit, he'd even let him have him right there, sitting on his lap or with his face pressed against the table. Maybe one day.

Xander pulled the shirt off Wright's body, dropping it to the floor next to the table before standing up and carrying him to the bedroom. He wasn't sure how he did it and continued to kiss Wright at the same time without bumping them into every corner or wall. Wright left the bedside lamp on, giving them a soft glow of light for the night. It was still sunny outside and would be for another hour, but the curtains were closed so not much light came through.

"You are so gorgeous," Xander whispered. He set Wright down, making sure he was steady on his feet before letting him go completely. Wright turned his body to watch him move to the bedside and pull open one of the drawers. "Supplies," he said and lifted a bottle and box up in either hand. Lube and condoms.

Wright's insides twisted, but in a good way. He'd seen Xander's cock before; he wasn't sure how that was going to fit in him without the pain, but he would give it his best.

"I have a question," Xander said as he dropped the supplies on the bed by the pillows. He stepped closer to Wright and smiled. "Do you want me to go easy with you? I'm going to take my time, don't worry about that. I won't hurt you. But how much do you want tonight?"

"All of it," Wright said. He rocked onto his heels. He couldn't keep himself still if he tried. "Please. I've been waiting for this, Xander. I want whatever you'll give me. I want to make you feel as good as you've made me these last few weeks."

Xander kissed him deeply, rubbed his hand down Wright's torso and cupped his erection in his hand. His hands were warm on Wright's exposed skin and goosebumps broke out over his whole body. He needed this. He tried not to rock into his touch, but it was futile. Xander squeezed him, stroking over the fabric where he was tenting his briefs.

"Get on your knees," Xander whispered. He stepped back and dropped a pillow to the floor for Wright to kneel on. Wright watched him as he undid his jeans and slipped the zipper down. Wright's heart was beating rapidly and he couldn't tear his eyes away from every movement the older man made. He was bursting, itching to get his hands on Xander in any way he could. He'd never given a blowjob before, but even that thought couldn't deter him from the sheer want coursing through his body to give Xander just an ounce of the pleasure he'd received. "Slow, baby. Breathe for me. Now, take me out and lick your hand."

Wright did as he was told. He made sure to keep eye contact as he sucked each of his fingers and then spit into his hand. He'd seen his fair share of videos and hoped like hell that it was as hot for Xander as it felt for Wright. Wrapping his hand around Xander's dick this time was something magical. Maybe not really, but it felt like it. It wasn't the first time he'd touched him, but he'd never been eye level while doing it before. He bit his bottom lip and looked up at Xander as his hand wrapped around his base.

"Fuck, Wright." Wright's hand was the perfect fit around his cock. His fingers just barely touched his thumb as he started stroking. Up and down, up and down. He stared, transfixed at the way Xander grew harder by the second. He licked his lips when the smallest white bead appeared on his tip. He wanted to lick, but Xander hadn't given him any more instructions. "You can taste it, baby. If you're ready for that."

Wright smiled and took a deep breath before leaning forward. He tentatively stuck his tongue out and guided Xander's cock to rest on just the tip. Wright could smell the soap they used, tasted the saltiness of his precum. He closed his eyes and repeated the motion, adding a little movement to his tongue. He looked back up at Xander when he bucked his hips and cursed under his breath. Xander was watching him, staring. It gave Wright all the permission he needed to go further.

He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked. He wasn't too sure what to do with his tongue, so he let it do whatever felt natural. He moved his hands to grip Xander's legs, still covered with his jeans. He'd only pushed them down far enough to free himself. His gag reflex hit him suddenly and he choked, pulling back to regain his senses.

"It's okay, gorgeous." Xander moved a hand to brush through Wright's hair. "You're doing so good, baby. Getting me so hard."

"You like it?" Wright was genuinely concerned that he wasn't doing a good job.

"Baby, I wouldn't be this hard if I wasn't enjoying myself. Don't push yourself, though. I can promise you this won't be the only time we do this."

Wright nodded, but inside he was singing praises to whatever sex god there was. He didn't believe in any of that religion stuff, but he could still thank the universe for giving him this. Giving him Alexander Lawson.

He straightened his back and started again, moving a little slower this time. He couldn't get half of Xander in his mouth before he was choking, but Xander directed him to use his hand to work the rest of him. Wright swallowed around him, drool escaping at the corners of his mouth regardless. Xander growled, a low rumble of noise that interrupted the sucking noises Wright could hear his own mouth making.

"Shit, Wright. This is going to end much too soon if you do that again. Pop off, baby, and get on the bed."

Wright did as he was told. He was glad Xander was directing him. He would be overthinking everything. Xander knew what he liked and he trusted him. They would learn together, but for now, he liked that Xander was in the lead.

"On your stomach, Wright. Just like last time. If you need to stop, you tell me okay?" Xander was talking, explaining what he was about to do in filthy, amazing detail as he undressed fully. It involved tongue, fingers, and absolute bliss. He didn't say that last part, but Wright knew it was coming. Wright smiled when Xander's body covered his, his weight pushing him slightly into the mattress. He let out a long moan when Xander started kissing down his body, leaving the same trail from Monday. He kissed the cleft of his ass, shoving his tongue without hesitation between his cheeks and to his hole.

"Oh fuck." Wright involuntarily clenched his body but relaxed it a second later. Xander's hands were on him, squeezing each globe of skin and spreading them so he could gain access to his rim. His tongue was warm, breath cool. Wright couldn't tell which he liked more in the moment. "That feels so good," he moaned out. He buried his face into the pillow he was now hugging. Xander's face was buried in his ass, the shadow of a beard adding to the sensations.

"You taste so good," Xander said loud enough for Wright to hear over the blood rushing in his ears. He was surprised he had any left with how hard his own cock was. It was trapped between him and the bed, but Xander was holding him so he couldn't rock his hips. It was a blissful torture.

Wright cried out into the pillow when Xander's tongue finally breached his hole. It was an odd sensation at first but Xander was experienced. Wright pushed the thought of him doing this with anyone else away quickly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the pleasure. He gripped and released the pillow's edges several times, trying to stave off the impending orgasm he could already feel.

The sound of a snap brought his attention back to the room. Xander replaced his mouth with a slicked up finger, teasing gently around his opening. "You're so beautiful, Wright. Look at your hole, already begging for me. Lift up on your knees for me."

Wright obliged and was rewarded with the tip of Xander's finger in his ass. They hadn't gone further than Xander tonguing him. His finger was thick and there was a stretch to it, but he wiggled his hips, hoping to push his finger deeper.

"So needy," Xander commented. Wright could feel his cheeks heat at that, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to feel everything. He never dreamed he'd actually have something like this. A man that was sweet and amazing and caring. Gentle, but authoritative when needed. Xander was the total package and right now, he was Wright's. He didn't want to let him go. Ever.

Wright swore he could feel every line on Xander's finger as it pushed farther into his ass. He whined when his finger disappeared, but Xander's other hand smoothed up and down his back, soothing him. He added a second finger the next time and Wright keened at the feeling. Xander worked faster after that, pumping his fingers in and out and adding a third lubed finger before he announced him ready for his cock.

"Turn around," Xander ordered. "I want to see your face when I'm inside you for the first time."

Wright was sure he would be feeling this for days, but he didn't care. He hoped for it. He watched Xander slide a condom on his cock and then he grabbed Wright's legs at the back of his knees and wrapped them around his waist. Once again, he covered Wright's slight frame with his muscular one. Every one of Wright's senses was screaming Xander! The way he looked, smelled. The sounds he made, the way he spoke to Wright. He ordered him around and praised him in the same breath. They were skin-on-skin now, their bodies pressed together. Wright parted his lips to Xander's seeking mouth. Xander sucked on his tongue, moaning, the vibrations reverberating throughout Wright's body.

"Last chance to back out, gorgeous." Xander rested his forehead against Wright's. Both of them were breathing heavily, sharing the same breath. Wright brushed his fingertips down the side of Xander's face and smiled.

"Not a fucking chance," he said. Xander let out a breathy laugh and trailed kisses down his neck once more. He flicked one of Wright's nipples with his tongue before sitting back on his knees.

Xander lined himself up and Wright sucked in a sharp breath at the bite of pressure. Xander continued a string of encouraging words as he pushed himself in slowly. Wright shifted his hips several times, the pressure more than what he imagined it would be. Slowly, though, the pain of something new started to turn to a pleasurable feeling. He kept his hands above his head, fisting the pillow so he didn't hurt himself digging his nails into his palms.

"Ahh!" Wright closed his eyes and cried out, lifting his hips slightly when Xander pushed the last inch, connecting them as close as they could be.

"Just breathe," Xander whispered. His hands were massaging up and down the back of his thighs. He moved his legs, holding them up and out by the back of his knees. He was spread open, felt like he was split in half by his cock. It was overwhelming, but he couldn't think of anything else he wanted at that moment. "Take a second to adjust, but I'm going to move soon. You're so tight, baby. It's going to be a quick ride with you hugging me like this."

Wright nodded. He shifted his hips, giving an experimental pull and bit his lip to keep from being too loud. "No, baby. Let me hear all your noises. It's just us. Be as loud as you want." Xander reached up and tugged his lip from between his teeth. Wright tilted his head back with the movement. Xander pulled back to their previous position and pushed back in.

"Fuck, that feels amazing."

"You're good?" Xander pulled his hips back slightly and pushed back in. The feeling was indescribable and Wright moved a hand to wrap around his own cock as Xander moved more fluidly.

Wright stared at Xander, not wanting to blink even once and miss any moment of this. Xander did the same. He traced Xander's body with his eyes, every muscle and line, each flex as he pushed deeper into Wright. The way his lips formed the praises he gave Wright. After a minute, he dropped his legs and bent over, sealing their lips together once again. The angle change had Wright seeing stars.

He moved his hand from his own dick and wrapped his limbs around Xander, holding him close. Xander's hands snaked below him, curling around his shoulders to hold him in place as he added power and speed to his thrusts. The panting, warm breaths in his ear, the way he could feel the strength in Xander's body, his body stretching around his large cock.

"Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming!" Wright didn't have much warning before his own cock was releasing rope after rope of cum, the mess smearing between their bodies while Xander continued to thrust in and out of his body. His orgasm seemed to last forever with Xander rocking into him, hitting his prostate over and over, overstimulating him. But he continued to take it, wanting Xander to finish more than anything.

"Shit, Wright. You feel amazing. Fuck, fuck." Xander's words were punctuated with each thrust of his hips. Wright was finally coming down from his high when Xander pulled out of him completely and ripped the condom off. He stroked himself a few times before he tossed his head back and came on Wright's stomach, mixing their cum together. Xander had a mess on his own stomach and Wright wanted to swipe his fingers through it, to lick him clean.

Xander dropped to his side. The room was hot, Wright could feel the sweat on his hairline and chest. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing. Still, Wright went easily when Xander pulled him closer. They laid on their sides, kissing languidly for however long. Wright had no sense of time anymore.

He'd just had sex. Real sex, for the first time. Not only that; he'd given his first blowjob and it hadn't been humiliating. It was so, so hot. He could feel his cock twitch just at the thought of doing all of that again.

"The joys of being young," Xander said with a smile. His hand trailed from Wright's hip to his ass, his finger prodding at his entrance. His eyes fluttered when Xander pressed two fingers into him and he rocked his hips back, wanting him to go deeper. "You'll have to wait for me to catch up, baby."

"Mmm." Wright closed his eyes and let the sensation of his fingers scissoring, finding his prostate, take over once again. He wanted to keep riding that high. It was amazing. "You feel so good, though. I never imagined it would be like that."

"You enjoyed it, then?" Xander's fingers disappeared and he rolled over to plant his feet on the floor. Wright followed him. He looked down at his body, realizing just how dirty he was. Drying cum was not a pretty feeling. "God, you look wrecked, gorgeous."

He winced slightly at the pain in his backside, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He laid back down and started stroking his dick, watching Xander stand and walk toward the bathroom. There was the sound of running water for a minute. He came back a moment later with a wash cloth. He was still completely naked, his thighs on full display, cock hanging between them. Wright felt his whole body heat as he realized he'd had that in his mouth. And his ass. He wanted to get better.

Xander cleaned him off and helped him up to his feet. He was half hard but ignored it to follow Xander into the kitchen. He handed him a bottle of water and made him drink at least half of it. It was a bit strange, both of them standing naked in the kitchen. There weren't many windows, and all of them were covered so no one could see them.

"Are you okay?" Xander's voice brought him out of his head. He smiled and nodded.

"I'm good," Wright said. "I'm just thinking about how easy this is. How normal and safe I feel after all of it."

"I'm glad you feel safe," Xander said. He finished off his water and held out his hand for Wright. Their bodies melted together and Wright closed his eyes to listen to Xander's heartbeat.