Bryce’s blunt nails dug into Nick’s hips as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming forward again—hard and fast. Over and over without stopping. Their bodies collided together. Their balls slapped with each thrust...and he fucking loved it. Loved the sting of pain, and the reward of pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, this is fucking perfect.”

Bryce wrapped a hand around Nick’s erection, jerking him in time with each thrust. His body surged forward every time Bryce pounded into him.

His balls were already full, tight against his body. Bryce increased the pressure as he fisted Nick’s cock. With each pump of Bryce’s hips, the pleasure built stronger and stronger. Nick could hardly hold it back. He worked him in time with each of his thrusts, and before Nick knew it, he let go. He felt his asshole tighten as his cock shot all over the place. His spunk coated Bryce’s hand, creating lube as he kept jacking him off.

Bryce shoved into him deeper, harder. He stiffened behind Nick, holding his ass flush to his body as he groaned and filled the condom inside him.

They fell to the bed, a mass of sweaty, hairy bodies. “I can’t move. Can’t even take care of the condom. I’m leaking jizz all over your bed,” Bryce breathed behind him.

“Then it’ll be there with mine, too.” He thought that was fucking perfect, their bodies tangled, their sweat mixed, and now their come, too. The man behind him had Nick thinking all sorts of thoughts he’d never considered before. Made him want to be dirty, but also love Bryce in a way he’d never done with anyone.

“How are you?” Bryce’s hand softly rubbed his ass cheek.

“Perfect.” Sore, but good.

“Well, I’m pretty good.”

Nick chuckled, then answered honestly. “The connection...knowing you were inside me...it’s like nothing I’ve ever known. I’ve never felt as connected to someone as I did with you inside me.”

“Good,” Bryce whispered, but he almost sounded sad. “You sore?”

“Yeah, but it’s worth it.”

“I’m sorry that you couldn’t have me. I hate that I couldn’t give myself to you first, the way I thought I would. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it so I can take you.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” It would happen eventually, but Nick wouldn’t hurt him. He rolled over to face him. “That was pretty fucking sexy, though. I loved it.”

He grabbed the condom that had slipped off, tossed it into the trash and then wrapped an arm around Bryce. He looked him in the eye. “I’m falling in love with you. I don’t know what it means for us, or how you feel about it, but I thought you should know.”

Bryce rubbed a hand though Nick’s short hair. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

Nick’s chest puffed out, making him feel fucking invincible. How could he make this man fall in love with him?

In a perfect world, that would be all that mattered. Nick wasn’t stupid, though. He knew love didn’t always fix everything.

***

Bryce was in a shitty mood. He shouldn’t be. It was Monday, the only day off they both shared, and he’d had his dick in Nick’s ass twice over the past few days. He’d had the best orgasms of his life, and slept beside Nick every night. They laughed, kissed, and hung out. He was in his first real relationship, and it was with an incredible man who he enjoyed spending time with, even when he wasn’t fucking him.

But none of that could wipe out the fact that he hadn’t spoken to his mom and dad since the day he left their house. And Nick had told his mom that he wanted her to meet him. She’d had a mild coronary and she didn’t even know they were together yet.

Oh, and apparently he suddenly sucked at sex, because he couldn’t give himself to Nick. If he was going to be gay, he wanted to be gay all the way. He wanted Nick to have him, the way he had Nick. Hell, Bryce needed it. He’d asked Nick more than once a day to try again, but every time Nick told him no.

“What’s wrong? Why are you in such a bad mood?” Nick asked from the driver’s seat of his car.

“Do I really have to answer that? We’re on our way to an adult store to buy a dildo to train my ass to take your cock.” Apparently he not only didn’t take life seriously and had the potential to hurt those he cared about, but he couldn’t even be a gay man correctly.

“Aww. Don’t feel bad, baby. It’s not your fault I have a monster cock,” Nick teased, obviously trying to lighten the mood. That was Bryce’s job. It annoyed him that he wasn’t doing that, either.