Bryce planted his feet on the bed and spread his legs, and that’s when it hit him, too. This man was looking at his asshole. No one had ever done that before. He was kinky and got with kinky women, but none of them went anywhere near his asshole, and he hadn’t given it a second thought until Nick.

“It looks so fucking tight. How will I ever fit in there?” Nick’s warm breath ghosted across him. Part of Bryce could think of nothing except, YES, he’s eventually going to want to fuck me, while the other thought, He’s right. How will he ever fit, and do I want him to?

It was like an electrical jolt went through Bryce when he felt Nick’s finger brush over his asshole.

“Get your mouth on me or your finger in me. I’m going fucking crazy here.” Bryce could hardly control his own body. The need to come was right there, so fucking strong that he hurt.

Nick moved, and Bryce growled for him to come back, but the man only moved to grab lube from his beside drawer. “We should use this to make it easier on you.”

Nick didn’t take his eyes off him as Bryce looked down at where the man lay between his legs again. Bryce nodded and Nick smiled. He had no doubt Nick was as nervous as he was, but they both wanted it. There was no doubt in Bryce’s mind about that.

Nick squirted his finger and then touched it to Bryce’s hole. It was cold, but he needed that to cool him the fuck off.

“Do I just...?”

“Push it in, Nick. Let me feel you inside me.”

And then he pushed. Even just a finger was a tight fit. Bryce moved as he felt the tip penetrate him, push past the ring of muscles. At first, his body told him it didn’t belong, but then Nick moved in deeper, retreated almost all the way before pushing in again.

“What does it feel like?” Nick asked, breathing against Bryce’s nuts.

“Different...” Bryce closed his eyes, his body automatically pushing to fuck itself on Nick’s finger. “I’m not sure. Try another one...and go deeper.” He sounded needy, when he’d never been needy for anything in his life. But Bryce couldn’t find it in himself to care.

There was more cold, more pressure, more stretching, and then, “Oh fuck. Yeah...like that, baby. Let me feel you, Nick.”

Nick pushed deeper, faster. “It’s so fucking sexy, watching my fingers disappear inside you. Jesus, Bryce. You should see this.”

“We’ll record it next time.”

Nick froze up and Bryce laughed. Then Nick was fingering him again—faster and with more confidence than he was before. Bryce’s eyes jerked open when Nick’s hot mouth sucked his cock again. Still not deep, but it was enough. The suction, along with the finger-fucking, made Bryce crazy. He shoved down, fucking himself on Nick, gripping Nick’s hair as he sucked Bryce’s cock—again, not deep, but that didn’t matter.

The position of Nick’s fingers changed. He pushed and curved them, rubbed and then—“Holy fuck!” His dick erupted. He didn’t have enough time to warn Nick as he shot a heavy spurt into Nick’s mouth. Nick tensed up, stopped moving and then sucked harder, pushed on Bryce’s prostate again, making another long stream of come pulse from his dick and into Nick’s mouth. He couldn’t have stopped it if he wanted to. Not that he did. Nick’s name pulled from the back of his throat, a strangled cry as Bryce filled his lover’s mouth.

When Nick pulled off, he dropped his head right on Bryce’s spent dick, and Bryce could only mutter three words. “Orgasm fucking heaven.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“You okay?” Bryce asked as Nick lay on him, his head to the side and staring off. Bryce read him pretty well. He seemed to be able to tell when Nick had a lot on his mind, and Nick loved that Bryce didn’t shy away from asking him.

“I am. Just thinking about what I did...that I liked doing it to you.” Never in a million years did he see himself here, but it’s where he was, and now he just had to figure out how to navigate it. “If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to swallow. It snuck up on me, and I just did.”

Bryce laughed, grabbed Nick and pulled him up his body. He had his head on Bryce’s chest. Nick was still hard, the need to come still bearing down on him, but he liked this, too, lying with Bryce.

“It snuck up on me as well. It’s like a magic-fucking button or something, and now I want to suck you off, too.” Bryce rolled so he lay on top of Nick. “And just so you know, I do plan on swallowing.”

Aaaaand, his cock got even harder, stiff and rigid. “I’m clean. I got tested after Jill. I have the results.”