“I want your cock in me, Nick. Let me give myself to you.”
Nick sat up, grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his thick erection. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips and leaned his forehead against Bryce’s. “I... Fuck, I want you so goddamned much. I’m going to hurt you.”
“And you’re also going to fuck me and make me come, so do it.” He kissed Nick this time. “Do it.”
Nick sat up. “Is this the best way for you, Mr. Research?”
Bryce laughed. “Don’t know. I only looked at the pictures,” he teased. He’d read up, just not on that part of it.
Nick coated them both with lube. Bryce pulled his legs up as far as he could because...fuck, another man was about to put his dick in his ass. How in the hell did he get here?
And then Nick was there, his head at Bryce’s hole as he tried to push in. When he was met with nothing except resistance, he pulled back before trying a second time. Bryce pushed down the way he’d read might help, trying to open himself up for Nick, but Nick couldn’t slide in. There was nothing but pressure.
Nick pushed forward again and pain shot through Bryce, causing him to hiss, which made Nick jerk away. “Come back.”
“Fuck that. You just yelled.”
“It’s going to hurt Nick, we both know that. It’ll be okay.” Bryce rolled over, got on all fours with his ass in the air, presenting it to his lover. Christ, he didn’t know why he needed this so badly, needed to give himself to Nick, but he did. “Fuck me, Nick. Take me.”
Fire sparked in Nick’s green eyes. He lubed himself up again, worked his fingers inside Bryce. Bryce pushed back, trying to get more of him as Nick stretched him farther than he’d been stretched before. He pulled his fingers out, replacing it with his cock again, trying to breach Bryce’s virgin hole.
“You’re tense. You need to try and relax,” Nick told him.
No shit he was tense. Someone was about to fuck him for the first time. No matter how much he wanted it, that didn’t mean there were no nerves. “I am trying to relax.” How did he relax his asshole?
Nick tried again, pushed against Bryce’s tight ring of muscles.
It felt like...hell, he didn’t want to say what it felt like. It was more than just the burning, the stretching, as Nick tried to work himself in. He couldn’t even get the whole head in before Bryce’s body tried to reject him, fight against him. His brain told him to pull back as his libido begged for more, but then Nick was making the choice for him. He kissed Bryce’s back, rubbed his ass. “You’re not used to it... You have to prepare the muscles. It’s too soon. Maybe toys, like you said...something smaller than me but bigger than my fingers.”
Bryce closed his eyes. His dick went soft. There was a loud rumble in his head before the word failure broke through the clatter. He really fucking needed Nick to claim him. “Try it again.”
“Bryce.”
“Nick.”
“I won’t. Not yet. You’re too tight, too tense. It’ll hurt you, and I can’t do that. I can still make you come.” He kissed Bryce’s back again, soothing him with his touch. “You said I can suck your cock all night. Let me practice and see how deep I can take you.”
“I don’t want a blowjob. I want to fuck.” Bryce fell onto the bed, the word failure getting louder in his head. He went to his back, slung an arm over his eyes. There was no sound in the room except his deep breaths, and the thoughts running through his head. He was being a dickhead. He knew that. Nick didn’t deserve him acting like a spoiled asshole. It was just... “I want this with you. I’ve fucked people I don’t give a shit about.”
Nick had only slept with people he cared about. One person he’d cared about. Bryce hadn’t cared much about anyone he’d fucked, except Christi, and that was different. “I want to know what it’s like to be with someone I care about. That’s it. I just want to be with you. Want to feel your cock inside me. Is that too fucking much to ask?”
There was a long pause and Bryce felt the silence in his bones. Suddenly the quiet was much worse than the noise in his head had been.
And then Nick’s hand was there...on his arm, pulling it off Bryce’s face. “Then take me. Have me. I want to be with you, too. You can fuck me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Nick almost couldn’t believe his own words. From the beginning, he’d always just assumed he’d start out fucking Bryce, and then eventually he’d let Bryce have him. Bryce wanted Nick to fuck him, and Nick sure as hell wanted to. He just figured that’s how it would go down, but Bryce’s words hit something inside him, changed something. He didn’t care how they did it; he just knew he wanted Bryce. Wanted them connected in that way, to know each other like that.
