Hard to Be Good

Charlie went still and his mouth dropped open. Slowly, he shifted into a sitting position. “Jeremy, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”


“No, that’s not what this is about,” Jeremy said, feeling the rightness of the idea down deep. “I’d just like for there to be one person who knows every part of me. And I want that person to be you.”

“Oh, my God,” Charlie said. “Are you sure?”

Jeremy smiled. “Absofreakinglutely.”

“You realize I have no experience. And I’m probably going to last about thirty--six seconds,” Charlie said, his cheeks going pink.

Jeremy chuckled and Charlie joined him. “I don’t care about any of that,” Jeremy finally said. “Will you?”

“Yes,” Charlie whispered. “Uh, what position do you want to . . . ?”

Climbing up onto the bed, Jeremy handed the lube and condom to Charlie and got onto his hands and knees.

Charlie moved behind Jeremy, making Jer’s heart take fast flight.

The click of the lube cap. And then Charlie circled two fingers against Jeremy’s asshole while he rubbed his slickened thumb against the skin between his opening and his balls.

Jeremy moaned as Charlie slowly inserted a finger while still applying pressure against his taint. Charlie’s other hand stroked his back, his ass, his thigh, relaxing Jeremy as Charlie prepared him. Although, shit, there wasn’t any finger that was going to prepare him for Charlie’s ten inches. For real.

Charlie chased the thoughts away when he added another slick finger and then rubbed them against a place inside Jeremy that made him gasp.

“Too much?” Charlie asked, his fingers stroking over his prostate again and again.

“Shit, no,” Jeremy rasped. “It’s just really intense.”

Charlie chuckled. And damn if that wasn’t fucking sexy.

After a few minutes, Charlie added a third finger. The stretching stung, but then Charlie reached underneath Jeremy and grabbed his cock. The stroking eased the burn, or maybe it was just that his body got used to it, but either way, Jeremy felt hotter and needier than he’d ever felt in his life.

“Now, Charlie,” he said. Charlie eased his fingers free, and Jeremy groaned. “Lots of lube, please. Like, the whole bottle maybe.” He looked over his shoulder at the other man and winked.

Charlie smiled from underneath long strands of hair and bit down on his lip. “Don’t worry, Jeremy. I’ll take care of you right.” He rolled on the condom and slicked up his long length. “Ready?”

“Want you, Charlie. Yes.” When he felt the head of Charlie’s cock right there, Jeremy took a deep breath and bore down, knowing that would help open himself to Charlie’s invasion. The first inch or two burned, but Charlie went slow, sinking deeper and deeper until Jeremy groaned at the crazy hot sensation of fullness. Finally, Charlie paused, holding himself deep inside as he reached around to stroke Jeremy’s cock. The combination of the pleasure with the pain was heady and overwhelming, and pleasure gained ground as Charlie started to move in a series of shallow thrusts and retreats.

“Damnit, Jeremy. You’re so tight that thirty--six seconds might’ve been optimistic,” Charlie said in a strained voice.

A single laugh burst out of Jeremy. “Think of something that’s not sexy.”

“You are totally overestimating my capacity for thought right now. Shit,” he said, his hips rocking against Jeremy’s ass.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder. “Whatever happens, it’s already perfect, babe.” And Jeremy meant that, because the intimacy of their actions meant so much to Jeremy that he could never regret it. Not for an instant.

Charlie gripped Jeremy’s hip with one hand and caressed his back with the other as he settled into a slow, deep grind. The vulnerability of the act, the stretching fullness it made Jer feel, and the incredible sounds spilling from Charlie’s throat all combined to make Jeremy hard and hot and achy.

“I want to touch more of you,” Charlie rasped. “Lay on your side?”

They pulled apart as they changed positions and then Charlie’s stomach was tight against Jeremy’s back. Charlie added more lube and then pushed in again.

Jeremy breathed through the initial burn until Charlie settled into a rhythm that had Jeremy panting and moaning and stroking himself in time with Charlie’s hips.

“Let me,” Charlie whispered, brushing his hand away. He kissed Jeremy’s shoulder, his back, his arm as he fisted Jeremy’s cock and fucked him so goddamn good. “Love you, Jeremy.”

It was the words that did it. Jeremy was suddenly right on the edge and falling fast. “Fuck, gonna come.”

“Yeah?” Charlie’s hand tightened and moved faster around his cock.

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