Fast Times at Sunnydale High

*





Half an hour later they were each working on their second beer, listening to the radio and sitting side by side on the couch, Lindsey’s right knee hooked over Wesley’s left leg as Wesley trailed his fingers along the inside of Lindsey’s thigh.



With each pass Wesley’s hand seemed to creep a little higher, and Lindsey’s body would go a bit more rigid for the barest of seconds before he relaxed and sighed and almost pushed into the touch. Fuck it was infuriating! He appreciated Wesley taking his time, because honestly, this was a huge step for him, even if had been months in the making, but if Wesley didn’t move things along, and fast, he was going to go crazy.



He supposed he could take over, take charge and speed things along, and it wasn’t as if he didn’t know what he was doing, for the first bit at least. He’d fooled around with girls enough times, and this couldn’t really be all that different, and besides, his instincts were telling him, in pretty graphic detail, just what he should be doing, and sitting back like some shy little virgin and letting Wesley take the lead sure as hell wasn’t it.



Still, this was all just new enough and he was just scared enough of getting something wrong, so he decided to relax, and go with what Wesley was doing.



Eventually Wesley’s fingers brushed high enough that they ghosted over the bulge in Lindsey’s jeans, and his dick, hard since the earlier kiss, jumped at the touch. “Fuck,” he breathed out, the soft sound barely making past his lips, and closed his eyes, opening his legs a little bit wider.



Wesley took that for the invitation it was intended as, and added it bit more pressure, palming Lindsey’s erection, solidly, through his pants and squeezing and kneading the long column with his fingers. Good Lord, he was actually touching Lindsey’s cock! Alright, so there was a thin Layer of denim and a thin layer of cotton separating him from his ultimate goal, but he would soon take care of that.



He put his bottle down on the end table nearest him, and leaned in closer to Lindsey, tilting the other boy’s head up and bringing him in for another kiss. This one was slower, sweeter and more drawn-out than the previous one, meant as a gentle exploration and a request to go further, not designed to shock and claim.



Lindsey moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping loosely around Wesley, and using only a small fraction of their strength to urge Wesley even closer. Wesley went, gladly, and when his chest was covering Lindsey’s, when his tongue was tracing an intimate path along Lindsey’s front teeth, when Lindsey’s hands were grasping and pulling at the back of his shirt, he unfastened Lindsey’s pants.



Lindsey froze. Not for long, but he was sure Wesley had noticed, and he felt like an idiot. He knew he wanted this, but he just couldn’t stop himself from acting so skittish about the whole thing, and it probably wasn’t making Wesley feel very good about it. He forced himself to relax and get back into it, deepening the kiss and the second Wesley’s hand touched the hard flesh of his cock, pulling it out of his pants and tracing his fingers across the head, smearing the natural wetness around, Lindsey threw his head back against the couch, hard, and cried out in pleasure.



Wesley was thankful for Lindsey’s reaction, not that he’d have been able to stop if it had been less exuberant, but it excited him, increased his confidence, that Lindsey McDonald, the boy he’d been lusting after since the start of the school year was so pliant and willing to do whatever Wesley wanted, and he was apparently having an incredible time.



He wrapped his fingers around Lindsey and pumped, slowly, thumb swirling around the tip at the top of every stroke, and he watched the other boy’s face, eyelashes fluttering and lips slightly parted, heard his hitched, random breathing and the little sighs of ecstasy whenever Wesley did something particularly enjoyable, and Wesley was almost sure that he could have done this, been here, in this moment, forever, and have been quite content.



His own dick was hard and aching and he desperately wanted to touch it, wanted Lindsey to touch it, wanted to take one of Lindsey’s hands and place it in his own lap, demanding that Lindsey return his actions, but he could wait. He was happy enough with what they were doing at the moment, and really the point of all this was to loosen Lindsey up enough so that they’d both be even happier with more, but that would all be wasted if Wesley pushed too hard.



A few minutes of incredible touching later, Lindsey could feel himself getting closer to the end. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should finish like this, if he wanted to, if Wesley wanted him to, if he was supposed to reciprocate or what, but it turned out he didn’t have to bother making that decision.



Wesley stopped touching him before it became a problem, probably sensing that he was close, and Lindsey was glad. He was enjoying himself, and the fact that it seemed he didn’t have to make even the simplest of decisions for himself tonight helped him to enjoy it a lot more. There was something oddly liberating about putting all that responsibility on someone else, and just letting things happen.



Wesley smiled at Lindsey’s sigh of relief and stood, kissing Lindsey briefly on the lips before he did, and began to strip. It wasn’t as if he was wearing very much, so it didn’t take long, and he didn’t make a grand show of it, but Lindsey was none-the-less mesmerised.



Wesley took his t-shirt off, and Lindsey noticed, for the first time, that Wesley had a hell of a body. It wasn’t as muscled at Lindsey’s was, or as tanned, but it was lean and fit, not scrawny like Lindsey had guessed, and the long groups of muscles moved under his skin, sensually, beautifully, as he performed the normally mundane task of undressing.



His legs turned out to be just as impressive as his upper body, and knowing that he wasn’t particularly athletic, at least when it came to class sports, Lindsey decided that be probably ran to keep fit. And then Wesley looked at him, eyes staring into his own unflinchingly, and he raised a playful eyebrow and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.



“You showed me yours,” he said, smiling and shrugging, and Wesley’s final piece of clothing was pulled down and kicked away.



“Right,” Lindsey croaked out, almost choking over the words his brain was nearly too drained of blood to supply. “It’s only fair.”



He knew he was staring, and on some level knew it was rude to stare, but he didn’t think Wesley minded too much, and besides, he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t as if he’d never seen a dick before. He had his own, and he’d seen them in the locker room, and it had never been a big deal. He’d seen hard ones, too, though not in person, but he was a teenage boy and indulged in the odd porn video every so often, but none of them had ever been so... right there.



And he’d sure as hell never wanted to reach out and touch them, wanted to slip forward, onto his knees and lick his way up the shaft, and take the head in his mouth, tasting them. No, that was an entirely new desire, and he would have done it, if he hadn’t already decided that he was letting Wesley make all the decisions tonight. He’d just sit there, and drool like a moron until Wesley told him what to do.



Wesley smiled, to himself this time, because Lindsey wouldn’t have noticed anyway, so riveted on parts of Wesley that weren’t his face, was he. Oh yes. This was going exactly as Wesley had hoped, and he was sure now, completely certain, that he could get Lindsey to do anything for him at that moment, and the knowledge was heady, but Wesley was determined not to abuse that power. Much.



No, he wouldn’t force anything that Lindsey might be uncomfortable with afterward, but he did plan for them to have sex, because he knew that Lindsey had wanted that even before now, and for them to have some fun with it.



“Get up,” Wesley said, and like some sort of robot, programmed to respond to Wesley’s voice, Lindsey immediately stood, arms at his sides, and wishing that he’d bothered to retain a little bit of his own free will. Fuck it was only Wes, only a dick, hard and eager and so very tempting. Yeah, only.



“Very good,” Wesley congratulated, with a friendly, mocking smile.



“Shut up,” Lindsey mumbled, seeming to get back a little bit of higher brain function, and managing, through extreme force of will, to look up into Wesley’s face.



“I think you’re over-dressed, Lindsey,” Wesley commented, voice much more casual than he felt, and let his hand wander down to pump his own erect cock a few times.



Lindsey’s eyes were quickly drawn back down, and it was all he could do not to move forward and help Wesley out. He was about to, really he was, but Wesley saved him the trouble, yet again, by stepping forward himself, grabbing two handfuls of Lindsey’s flannel over-shirt and sliding it down his arms and off, covering his lips in soft kisses as he did.



Lindsey’s t-shirt went the same way, and then Wesley’s hands were on his chest, skin touching skin and gliding over it, across his stomach and shoulders, back and arms, and the kiss continued throughout, Lindsey’s hands doing some exploring of their own, and bare erections pushing against each other in a jerky non-rhythm, until Wesley pulled back, panting.



“Oh, God, Lindsey,” Wesley managed between heavy breaths. “You’re... amazing. I always knew,” he stopped to kiss him, hand at the back of his neck, “that you would be,” another kiss, and he rested his forehead against Lindsey’s, each of them looking down at their bare cocks, sliding against one another’s, “but I confess, my imagination pales in comparison.”



“Wes...” Lindsey moaned and pushed his hips forward, an unspoken plea for Wesley to do something about his pants, and a good deal of the tension drained from him as he sighed and leant most of his weight against Wesley, when his already unfastened pants were slid down.



He fumbled out of them, the motion necessary to rid himself of the troublesome clothing only serving to create a greater friction of his dick against Wesley’s, and he found himself mindlessly thrusting forward, chasing the release that he hadn’t achieved with Wesley’s hand on him, but again, Wesley stepped back.



It was fucking amazing. And Wesley was tempted to finish just as they were, arms wrapped around each other, naked and thrusting, slippery cocks moving over each other, driving them both over the edge, and on a rational level he knew they had plenty of time for other things, but his 17 year old sex drive wanted to get to all of them, or most of them, tonight.



“Fuck, Wes, don’t stop,” Lindsey panted, trying to pull him closer again. “So fucking great...” And it was, but Lindsey wished he had a more eloquent way of expressing it. Three months ago, he never would have thought that he’d be attracted to another guy, to have intense sexual feelings, and get off on this kind of thing, and he’d sure as hell never expected that guy to be Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, but now that he felt this way, now that it was happening, it just felt so incredibly right, and Lindsey wondered why he’d never thought to do with sooner.



It was bizarre how his feelings for Wesley had changed. Until they’d started hanging out, until Lindsey had heard about Wesley’s crush on him, he hadn’t given the other boy a second thought, or really a first one, but now... Now that he knew him better, now that they’d spent time together, now that Lindsey had experience the way Wesley made him smile, pissed him off, amused him, turned him on, the way everything came alive when Wesley was around, or when he thought of him, Lindsey didn’t know how he’d ever gotten along without him.



He hoped he wouldn’t have to, for a long time.



“I’m not stopping, Lindsey,” Wesley told him, and smiled a seductive smile.



“Good, cause I’d have to kill you,” Lindsey answered, and Wesley laughed, but Lindsey didn’t know why, because he was completely serious. He frowned then, and yanked on Wesley’s hand, wanting him to resume their recent positions, but Wesley didn’t budge. “Wes, what the hell?”



“I was thinking,” Wesley said, and brought Lindsey’s hand to his mouth, kissing each finger individually before bringing it back down, and letting it fall from his own, “Would you like me to suck your dick, Lindsey?”



“Shit!” Lindsey shouted, hips jerking again into the air and fists balling at his sides. Did Wesley not know how much shit like that turned him on? And it had been a while since anyone had done that for him, almost six months, and he’d spent one or two or a dozen jerk-off’s over the past several weeks imagining how pretty Wesley would look doing that to him, and yes. Yes he really wanted that.



“Yes,” his mouth agreed with the rest of him. “Yes, do it.”



Wesley touched Lindsey’s face, fingers lightly pressing against his cheek, his jaw, and Lindsey opened his eyes to look into Wesley’s mischievous ones. “Ask me nicely,” Wesley demanded, hand dropping to his side, and looked at Lindsey, awaiting an answer.



“You little shit,” Lindsey growled, and this time he didn’t bother fighting the urge, or even thinking about it, and closed the distance between him and Wesley, kissing him, rough and almost angry, but with so much lust and affection. “Don’t fucking tease me.”



Oh, that’s rich, Wesley thought. If it were up to me I’d have been giving you blow jobs since the first time I was at your house. But he only shook his head slightly, eyes not losing their smile and said, “That’s not nearly nice enough.”



It was odd for Lindsey, new, to have to ask someone for head. All the girls he’d been with, not that there had been as many as he liked to pretend, had just wanted to, except for Fred, who he knew didn’t, and he hadn’t wanted to force her, and he knew Wesley wanted to as well. This was only a game, designed for a little bit of fun, and even though it made him feel vulnerable, which he supposed was the point, Lindsey swallowed his pride, and begged.



“Please Wes,” he said, putting a little bit extra into it, for show. “Please. Suck... suck my dick.” Shit, just saying that affected him more that he thought it would and his voice let out a little squeak at the end, and his erection twitched against Wesley’s.



“Yes,” Wesley answered, hips moving in the smallest of jerks against Lindsey’s. “Yes, that’s it. Tell me what you want.” He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed this, being with another person, feeling someone’s touch, hearing their voice, and he thought briefly of Andrew before he blinked those memories away and concentrated again on the here and now. On Lindsey’s ragged drawl, telling him exactly what he wanted Wesley to do to him.



“I want you to suck me,” Lindsey blurted, half tempted to just push Wesley down and force his way inside his mouth, and not have to bother with all this stupid conversation. But he had to admit that he liked it. It was painting a very pretty picture in his head, getting both of them incredibly excited about what was coming, and he knew Wesley thought, and sort of agreed, that that was half the fun. Or at least a part of it,



“Yes...” Wesley agreed, with another thrust of his hips.



“I want you to get down on the floor, take my dick in your hand and open your mouth wide. I want you to take me in as far as you can in one go, swallow me down, rub my balls in your hand and suck so hard it makes you gag. And I want you to touch yourself while you do it. Oh, fuck, Wesley please!”



Wesley gracefully sank to his knees in front of Lindsey, and smiling up at him, let his hands slowly travel up Lindsey’s legs, from his feet to his hips, and taking his hard-on into both his hands, said, “your wish is my command,” and proceeded to do exactly what Lindsey had requested.



The second that Wesley’s mouth closed over him and throat muscles contracted around his dick, Lindsey knew that those rumours he’s heard about Wesley giving the best blow jobs in school were not exaggerated.



Holy shit! It was quite possibly the best thing he’d ever felt and he was pretty sure he swore a blue streak and grabbed Wesley’s head in his hands and pumped his hips forward to match the tempo Wesley had set up, but he couldn’t be sure, because just about everything after Wesley opened his mouth was one giant blur.



He came. Loud and long and mumbling vaguely of how incredible Wesley was. There was no way in hell he would have been able to stop himself, and he could only guess that Wesley had wanted him to, or he knew he wouldn’t have been given the chance.



It was so pleasurable, so powerful, that it drained most of his energy and he was no longer able to support his own weight, and he smiled an embarrassed smile when Wesley caught him, and settled him onto the ground, tucked against Wesley, as kisses rained over his head and face.



“Are you alright, darling?” Wesley asked, voice a mixture of laughter and concern.



“I... yeah,” Lindsey answered. He was slightly dizzy, and a bit worn out, and Wesley had never used a pet name with him before, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he was a ‘darling’, and just about anyone else would have gotten hit for it, but coming from Wesley, he decided he like it. “Yeah, I’m more than alright.”



“I’m very glad to hear that,” Wesley whispered, and Lindsey could still hear the humour in his voice. “Because I’m not nearly finished with you, yet.”



Lindsey tried his best to sit up straight, suddenly feeling terrible. “Oh, shit, Wes, I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out for whatever part of Wesley was nearest. He ended up with a hand on Wesley’s knee and followed the leg up toward Wesley’s crotch.



“For what?” Wesley frowned, and place a hand over Lindsey’s stopping its movement.



“Because I didn’t...” Lindsey shook his head and gestured dumbly. “You haven’t...”



“Oh, that,” Wesley smiled and released Lindsey’s hand, though it remained where it was. “We’ll take care of that, have no fear. I just wanted to do a little something for you to take the edge off before the main event.”



“Uh,” Lindsey swallowed and looked up at Wesley, completely unaware that his finger nails were digging into Wesley’s thigh. “I uh...” He thought about it for only a few seconds, but ultimately there had never been a choice to make. He knew he wanted to, and he knew that it was up to Wesley anyway. “Yeah,” he smiled, kissed Wesley, and noticed that his dick was starting to fill again. That was almost a record for him. Damn, he was impressed with himself!



Wesley felt Lindsey’s erection renew when it pulsed and jerked and brushed against his hand, and he smiled back, taking Lindsey’s hands and helping him stand up. “On the couch,” he ordered, words a caress in Lindsey’s ear, and a wave of gooseflesh covered Lindsey’s body as he obeyed. Damn, he was really going to have to look into this submissive streak. He thought he would have realised it by now, considering he’d dated Darla.



“I’ll be right back,” Wesley said, excusing himself, and darted into the kitchen, returning with a small foil packet and tube of something, and Lindsey could only assume that it was a condom and lubricant. And why the hell Wesley kept those things in the kitchen, Lindsey really didn’t want to know.



This was it. Lindsey was going to have sex with a guy. And what really surprised him, was the fact that he wasn’t nervous anymore. Not even a little. Any jumpiness that he’d been experiencing earlier was gone, replaced by nothing but longing, need, caring and trust, and he was completely certain that this was the right thing to do.



He still wasn’t sure what was expected of him, but he leaned back and spread his legs, making the invitation clear and Wesley quickly moved forward, standing between Lindsey’s legs and again dropping to his knees.



The sight was almost too much for him, and he wanted the chance to play a little more before they got down to it, try to drive Lindsey just as crazy as he was, or he was going to finish so much sooner than the other boy, it would be embarrassing.



He put his supplies down on the floor and bent forward, licking around Lindsey’s renewed erection, tasting the tangy saltiness and wishing that he could keep that taste on his tongue when they were apart, so that no matter where he was, he could always be back here.



Before long Lindsey started to move again, hips pushing forward to drive himself deeper inside Wesley, but that wasn’t what this was, so Wesley pulled of Lindsey’s dick with a wet slurp and smiled at the soft curse that came from his lover’s lips. He took Lindsey’s thighs in his hands and pushed them apart, lifted them slightly and tilted them back, so that Lindsey’s hips came off the couch cushion and his hole was exposed to Wesley.



Lindsey held his breath, but didn’t tense up, and he prepared himself for Wesley’s fingers, because that’s how this worked, right? The fingers went in first to stretch you out? What he was not prepared for was the warm wetness of Wesley’s mouth covering him, soft lips puckering around his entrance as Wesley sucked and licked and pushed his tongue inside.



“Fuck!” he called out, and bore down instinctively, hands grasping at whatever was in their reach, Wesley’s hair and the buttery leather of the couch arm. Okay, that was new, and for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine why he’d never tried it before.



“Soon,” Wesley agreed, backing off slightly and grinning madly before returning to his task.



Lindsey couldn’t wait. This was amazing. More than amazing, but if Wesley’s lips and tongue felt this good, his dick was sure to feel even better. He spared a moment to think that he was a little disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to touch it, to taste it, but there would be plenty of time for that later, and right now there was only one thing he wanted.



“Wesley,” he said on a gravely moan, pushing at the Brit’s shoulders to move him back. “I can’t... can’t take any more. I need...”



“Whatever you need Lindsey,” Wesley told him, “I’ll give to you.” He licked two of his fingers and reached them forward, trailing them across Lindsey’s perineum before sliding one, then the other inside him, and gently moving them around.



“Shit! God, Wes, you’re killing me!” Forget about Wesley’s tongue, this was the best thing he could imagine. It was tight, a little uncomfortable when he thought too much about it, but intensely pleasurable, especially when Wesley’s fingers brushed across something inside him that sent sparks that were almost too much, through his entire body.



“I wouldn’t want that, Lindsey,” Wesley said, surprised that he was able to retain any semblance of rational thought considering how turned on he was himself. “I’ve grown to quite like you.”



“Then stop being suck a cock-tease and fucking do it!” Lindsey growled.



Wesley laughed and pulled his hand back, and with one last kiss to the tip of Lindsey’s erection, grabbed his things from the floor and stood. “You are an impatient little bugger, aren’t you?”



“Wes, I’m fucking serious,” Lindsey warned. “If you don’t do this, soon, I’m gonna shoot all over myself, and then you’ll be stuck with your hand and the gay porn under your bed.”



Wesley flushed, even though Lindsey couldn’t possibly have known about those magazines, but the guess was an accurate one. “Oh, that will never do,” Wesley said, and leant forward to grab Lindsey by the shoulder. “Lie down,” he instructed as an aside, and he pushed Lindsey back, so that his head was on the armrest and he was flat on his back.



“Not when I’ve got such wonderful live entertainment.” He climbed on the couch between Lindsey’s legs and took his dick in hand, giving it a few final pumps. “I’m sorry, Lindsey,” he said, seriously, and stopped all movement. “It’s just that I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and... Never mind. We’ll get on with it, shall we?”



Lindsey grabbed one of Wesley’s arms and looked up at him earnestly. He hadn’t really given much thought to the fact that Wesley had wanted this for as long as he had, and now that he considered it, he really hoped he was good enough, lived up to the expectation. It was a lot of pressure, and he suddenly felt a little nervous again, but shook it off.



“It’s okay,” he said. “I want you, Wes. I want you to do this, probably more than you want to, so just relax, alright?” It hadn’t ever occurred to him that Wesley would be nervous too. Funny, that.



Wesley quickly unwrapped the condom, choking back a sappy reply, and slid it down over Lindsey’s hardness.



“What are you...?” Lindsey started, and shook his head.



“Errr...” Wesley said, looking at him as if he were a little slow. “Using protection?” He hadn’t bothered with Connor, any of the times they were together, and knew he should have, but Connor had never had a sexual encounter before Wesley, and Wes hadn’t been with anyone since Andrew, and he knew he was clean, but it was still a smart and considerate thing to do. Too bad he hadn’t been considering anything but his dick when he’d been fucking Connor.



“No,” Lindsey scowled and waved his hand. “Dumbass. I meant... I thought you were gonna...”



“You thought...” Wesley prompted, matching Lindsey’s frown, and when Lindsey made a few more gestures and looked as if he were about to kill Wesley if he didn’t get it, Wesley got it. “Oh... Oh! Well, I thought that you’d... I mean... I could... if you’d rather...”



“No,” Lindsey said, a little too quickly. A large part of him wanted to answer ‘yes’, but there would be other chances for that. Truthfully he felt a little relieved. This was clearly what Wesley wanted, and Lindsey’s only job was to comply. Not that it was a burden... “No, this is good.”



Wesley smiled and manoeuvred Lindsey’s legs so they were straight on the couch before climbing over them, one of his own legs bent and tucked into the back of the sofa, the other stretched out and resting on the floor. “Good.”



He bent down to kiss Lindsey again, both of them putting a great deal of passion into it, wanting to reassure themselves and each other that they wanted this, but when Wesley sat up and unscrewed the cap on the tube that Lindsey recognised as KY, Lindsey wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.



Sit back and take it, he could handle that, but to be the one doing... shit, he’d never fucked someone in the ass before, though he figured it would probably be about the same as fucking a pussy, but he didn’t want to go too fast, hurt Wes, do something he wasn’t supposed to that he didn’t even know about.



“Wait,” he said, and at the strain in his voice Wesley stopped what he was doing and looked down at Lindsey. “What do I... I mean is there anything...” fuck he felt like an idiot. “Fuck, I feel like an idiot. I’ve never, you know, done this... with a guy.”



“Yes,” Wesley said, smiling that same half-infuriating, half-comforting smile. “Had I not suspected that solely based on your reputation, your adorable uncertainty throughout most of the night, not to mention the past weeks, would have been a dead give-away.”



Lindsey snorted. “You think you’re so slick, eh?” he asked, but couldn’t keep the humour from sneaking onto his face. And then he became serious once again, brows drawn in concentration. “But you have... right?”



Wesley’s expression gave away nothing, but he answered, short and tight, “yes.” He was over Andrew, mostly, but it was still a sore spot, not to mention how lousy he still felt about Connor...



That should have made Lindsey feel better, and in a way it did, because at least one of them knew what they were doing, but he couldn’t help but think of Connor, and wonder just exactly what Wesley had gotten up to with him. Wesley had admitted that their relationship had only been physical, and that painted all sorts of pictures in Lindsey’s mind of just how physical it had been, but thinking of things like that wasn’t accomplishing anything besides wilting his previously impressive erection.



Wesley grinned again, squeezing some lubricant onto his fingers, and he reached back and worked them inside himself, slicking the way and doing a bit of preliminary stretching. It was far from the first time he’d taken it, he and Andrew had done this quite a number of times, though not as many times as the other way around, and it wasn’t long before he was ready.



“You don’t need to worry about anything, my darling,” Wesley told him, leaning down to kiss him, deep and fast before sitting back up. “Just relax, and let me take care of it.”



He raised himself up and took Lindsey in hand, then looking into Lindsey’s lust-filled eyes, slowly lowered himself onto Lindsey’s waiting dick. They both gasped and groaned and tried to take it slowly, to relax and enjoy the sensations, and Lindsey’s hands held very tight to Wesley’s hips, feeling like if he let go, if he tried to move, tried to breathe, that he’d end up hammering into Wesley so hard and fast that it would be over before it started.



It was phenomenal. All he’d hoped for and more, and he didn’t bother wishing that it had been the other way around, because damn, this was just as good, probably better, and his dick had never felt such a sense of belonging as it did at that moment, inside Wesley.



And yeah, fine, he was probably romanticising it all, but he was a teenager and he was getting laid, and that’s what he was supposed to do.



Wesley was glad he took the time to get Lindsey interested again before he took him inside, because as soon as he was fully seated, the feel of Lindsey inside him, the slight unintentional rub of Lindsey’s cock head over his prostate, the sight of the other boy, underneath him, face contorted in pleasure and muscles tensed with the strain of holding back, were more than working for him.



He was close, and he suspected Lindsey was too, and he just felt so damned good that he didn’t want to bother dragging this out. He started to move, setting up and easy rhythm, designed to bring them both to the brink very quickly, and he wanted Lindsey to move, too.



“You can participate, you know,” he told him, grinding himself down, and they both cried out. “Really, from this point on, it’s just like fucking a girl,” not that I’d know, but I’ve been told, “And I’m sure you’ve had your share of those, so you should be well versed.” Wesley’s face was kind, not accusing as he said that, intending to relax Lindsey into moving however he liked, but it had the opposite effect.



Lindsey stopped moving altogether, and held Wesley’s hips still in his overpowering arms. “I’m not... I’m not a slut, Wes.”



Wesley closed his eyes and sighed, then regrouped and opened them again. “No, that’s not what I meant. I only... I know you’ve been with girls, and I was trying to make you more comfortable.”



“Girl,” Lindsey corrected.



“Excuse me?”



“Girl. I’ve only been with one girl, like this.”



“I’m sorry,” Wesley said, and ran his thumb along Lindsey’s eyebrow before kissing his forehead. “I didn’t mean to imply... well... anything. I just know you’ve dated quite a bit, and I thought… Never mind. I shouldn’t have assumed.”



“I just don’t want you to think I go sticking my dick in anything and everything. I cared about Darla. I cared about Fred, and if she’d let me, I would have. And I care about you.”



Emotion welled up in Wesley and he had to fight to stop the tears from falling, and he started moving again, kissing Lindsey, slow and deep and pushing them both towards a substantial climax.



Lindsey felt overly exposed, and wished he hadn’t confessed that much to Wesley, but he didn’t think the other boy would use that information against him. If there was anyone he could confide in, trust, he knew without a doubt that it was Wesley.



He hadn’t realised how much he really cared for him until he’d said it, until Wesley looked at him with those soulful, adoring eyes, and rode himself on Lindsey, lips covering his, teeth taking small nips out of his jaw and neck and breath drifting over his ear. But he knew now, and fucking Christ, he was going to make sure he hung on to him.



Wesley sat up and grabbed Lindsey’s hand, placing it on his straining cock and encouraging him to pump, and Lindsey did what he was encouraged to do, very enthusiastically. He gripped tight and began to pump, like he would his own, like he was in some of race to the finish, and Wesley tried to slow him down but only succeeded in crying out and pushing himself down harder against Lindsey’s upward thrusting hips.



The feeling of Wesley in his hand was something to savour, and he tried to, but it was eclipsed by the feeling of Wesley around him, and he did his best to remain sane as Wesley bounced on him faster and faster and he squeezed Wesley’s dick harder, and they headed toward a mutual end.



It wasn’t long, and they were both vaguely ashamed of that, but feeling too good to care, that Lindsey arched his back and cried out, some sort of combination of “Wesley” and “God” and “Fuck” and “Amazing” leaving his lips that neither of them could remember afterward, and it was only seconds after that that Wesley joined him, telling Lindsey, he was pretty sure, that he was the best lay Wesley had ever had, and he was pretty sure it was the truth.



Wesley raised himself up enough to pull off Lindsey, and then collapsed down on top of him, face nuzzling into his neck to place a series of kisses there as their mostly boneless bodies recuperated.



“Fuck,” Lindsey said, eyes closed and body more relaxed than he could ever remember. “That was... Damn, Wes, please tell me you’re done, cause I don’t think I can handle any more.”



Wesley chuckled and sunk his teeth into Lindsey’s collar bone hard enough to leave a mark, grinning when the other boy twitched back and yelped. “For tonight, yes. You’re off the hook. I’m spent.”



“Good,” Lindsey said, moving his hands over Wesley’s back. “I want to be able to save up my energy for next time.” He smiled and eventually his hands stilled and they were both quiet. “It really was... great,” he said, wanting to be able to express to Wesley exactly what he’d felt. This had been a really big deal for him, and he wanted to share it, not only so that Wesley knew he’d liked it, but for himself, too.



“Lindsey...” Wesley said, raising his head to look into Lindsey’s eyes. He somehow managed to read just about everything that Lindsey wanted to say, and couldn’t think of anything to say in return, except for something that might not be entirely welcome, so he just smiled, and said, “thank you.”



Another few minutes passed and they drifted comfortably in each other’s arms, and finally Wesley looked at the clock to see that it was almost eleven. “It’s getting late,” he said. “Don’t you have to get going?” But he knew the tone of his voice was pleading with Lindsey not to.



Lindsey heard it and was glad and hugged Wesley tighter to him. “Nah,” he said, and stripped off the condom, tying a knot in the end and dropping it in the waste bin next to the couch. They’d probably need to deal with that before Wes’s dad came home. “They probably won’t notice if I’m home or not, and I don’t want to leave here yet.” Ever.



Wesley sighed a contended sigh and let himself rest fully on top of Lindsey, one leg against the back of the couch, the other between Lindsey’s legs and placed his head in the crook of Lindsey’s neck. “Mmmmm,” was Wesley’s reply, and despite their best efforts to remain conscious, they both drifted off, dozing comfortably in each other’s arms.