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Owen took it easy on the ride back, the motorcycle humming lightly as they cruised along. Lowery had his arms around Owen's waist and was leaning against his back comfortably. With each breath, Owen's scent flooded Lowery's nostrils. It was forming a haze within Lowery's brain, lulling him into a state of lethargy with an underlying sense of arousal. He could have fallen asleep. He was surprised that he didn't the whole way.
“Back at the ranch again,” Owen said, alerting Lowery to their arrival.
He shook his head and stood up, allowing Owen to do the same.
“Head on in, babe, I'll be there in a minute,” Owen said as he flipped the vehicle's kickstand into place.
Lowery opened his mouth to question what Owen had just called him, but thought better of it and hurried up into the shack. Only once he got there did he realize how clueless he really was. The furthest he got was leaving his shoes against a wall. Was he supposed to do something more? Did Owen want him to take his clothes off? Maybe he was expected to just stand where he was? Maybe? What rituals did people have on dates?
Before he could kick himself for being so uncertain, the creaking of wood told him that Owen was approaching. Calm down, calm down, he said to himself. Nothing bad was going to happen. Nothing bad had happened so far, therefore nothing would, not tonight. He turned to face Owen in the doorway.
Owen was smiling at him, looking right at him with half-lidded eyes. Like he was the most desirable thing on the island. It caught Lowery completely off guard. He had to say something.
“So. Uh. How is this gonna-”
Before he could finish his sentence, Owen stepped forward, cupped Lowery's cheeks, and kissed him hard. Just when Lowery thought nothing else could surprise him. He would have pushed back into it had he anticipated it. Fortunately, Owen didn’t make it last too long.
He pulled back and gave Lowery a relaxed smile. “I know what I like so I'm gonna do what I want. If something doesn't feel right, you let me know. That sound good?”
Lowery nodded dumbly, his jaw hanging open.
“Okay.”
“Don't think too hard,” Owen advised. “Feels better that way,”
Owen backed him up until he was sitting down on the bed before continuing to devour his mouth. Lowery pushed back with as much vigor as he could muster. It was a blind effort, but one he hoped was effective.
They broke off for a moment, allowing Owen to shove his shirt over his head and toss it away. With no direction, Lowery made to mimic him. It was then that he realized his hands were shivering. He did his best to ignore it, awkwardly pushing at the thin fabric. Never had he thought getting clothing off could be so difficult. Owen came in a second later to help him get it off, thank God, but Lowery’s pride was not unscathed by the time it was off.
“Relax,” Owen said, pressing Lowery down so he laid out on the sheets. “You're doing great.”
Lowery gave a shaky smile. “You sure about that?”
“Does this feel unsure to you?”
Owen gripped Lowery's hand and pressed it against his crotch. Lowery wasn't sure if he was more surprised at how forward Owen was being or at just how hard he was. He'd never thought himself desirable at all, let alone that desirable.
“Oh,” was the only response he could come up with
“Mhm,” Owen hummed with pride
Using his free hand, Owen reached down and palmed at Lowery through his jeans.
“Looks like the only one unsure around here is your friend there.”
“Ah-hah, yeah. I guess so.”
Lowery wanted to be full-on excited, he really did, but his nerves had entirely different goals.
“Then we'll have to do some convincing.”
Owen hooked his fingers into Lowery’s belt loops and worked his jeans down with little effort, taking his socks off in the process as well. He put a hand over Lowery’s groin and worked his boxers down, fondling him all the while.
“Betcha twenty bucks I can get you hard and begging in two minutes.”
“Wouldn’t that make this prostitution?” Lowery asked, his breathing heavy.
“Well, gambling and prostitution do go hand in hand. And you never know when twenty bucks will come in handy.”
“I’m not paying you.”
“Aw, and here I thought my grand plan would work. But hey, at least I got a cute nerd out of the deal.”
“Who’re you call- A-ah!”
Owen had bent down and was sucking lightly at the crown of Lowery’s cock. It wasn’t even that much stimulation, but it felt so good. Truth be told, Lowery had never been given a blowjob before. He’d had sex once or twice, but neither experience had been especially positive or informative on Lowery’s end. Neither woman had ultimately cared much about him. Lowery’s nerves lit up once more, but this time, he couldn’t have been less nervous. If everything Owen had in mind felt this nice, then Lowery was up for it.
Somehow, it got better. As Lowery’s arousal grew, Owen sank farther down on his cock until he had just about fully engulfed it, only stopping when the head hit up against his throat. Owen’s mouth was warm and velvet soft and, best of all, Lowery hadn’t been expected to do anything to get him there. Owen had taken the initiative into his own hands and out of Lowery’s and it felt so nice to not have expectations weighing on his mind. Lowery could simply enjoy the sensation without worry that he was doing something wrong. Owen certainly seemed content where he was, bobbing his head back and forth like there was nothing to it. Maybe that was exactly the case.
When he did pull away, Lowery was fully erect and beads of precum were already leaking out. Owen held his head up with a grin.
“See? I can be pretty convincing.”
“Yeah, really,” Lowery breathed, swallowing around a dry throat. “I want-”
He’d spoken before he’d really found the right words, the right way to ask for what he wanted. Did he even really know what he wanted? Was there really a good way to ask without humiliating himself? Was it even something that needed so much thought?
“You want what?” Owen prompted after a moment of hesitation.
“I want to get fucked,” Lowery blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut.
He heard Owen let out a puff of air before a long silence stretched between them, as though he needed the time to ponder the request. Lowery’s nerves flared up once again in the meantime.
“Yup, that can definitely be arranged,” he said at last before moving off of the bed to root around underneath it.
Lowery opened his eyes as he moved away. A smile twitched on his lips as he realized how silly he’d been, worrying so much about asking for something they’d been meaning to do anyway. And it was nice how Owen could point that out to him with so gently and with so few words. Owen was nice to him. That was something he still wasn’t used to.
It took a moment, but Owen popped back up onto the bed, holding a tube of slick. Lowery blinked quizzically at the sight. He really shouldn’t have been surprised, he knew, but Owen had struck him more as a bottle of lotion kind of guy.
Owen must have noticed the look on his face.
“I live alone, I get bored in the evenings,” he explained, an easy smile on his face. “Promise you're the only one I've had over.”
Now that was a surprise.
“Really?”
“Well, since Claire, but that was a fling and we were both clean. I have the papers to prove it somewhere around here, if you want to see.”
“No, no, no, I believe you.”
“You sure?” Owen asked, making to stand up as he held back a smirk. “I’ll get them now.”
“I’m sure!” Lowery whined, grabbing on to Owen's arm and pulling him back.
“Just teasing, babe, just teasing,” Owen laughed.
“You've teased me plenty, get on with it!”
“Well, when you put it like that...”
Owen tugged Lowery’s boxers the rest of the way off, leaving him fully naked and feeling the full force of it. It took only a minute for Owen to follow suit with his jeans and briefs, but even then Lowery was left feeling inadequate. Owen wasn’t huge by any means, but he was in incredible shape. Lowery’s gaze was, in fact, frozen on his pecs.
“This isn’t a “look, don’t touch” deal, you know,” Owen reminded him with an inviting click of his tongue.
Even with invitation, Lowery couldn’t help but hesitate. People like Owen had always been off-limits; too good for an average nobody like him. But with Owen waiting on him and the ease of access, Lowery relented. He reached out and pressed the palm of his hand to Owen’s chest, really feeling him for the first time. Feeling the hard tissue and the smooth skin covered in fine hair. His hand trailed down until he reached Owen’s abdominals, drawing a soft purr in the process. Had he made Owen do that? With such a slight gesture? He must have if he was still be allowing Lowery to touch like he was. It was so simple, but somehow so foreign.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed, almost involuntarily.
‘Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Owen said, putting on a pseudo-modest smile. “But I definitely know that you’re adorable.”
In an instant, Owen had a hand on Lowery’s belly, pinching and tickling at the pudge there. Lowery couldn’t resist the laugh that rippled through him, and instinctively pulled away from Owen’s hand to no avail. His legs twitched and spasmed without purpose, bumping up against Owen’s. If Owen didn’t stop soon, that erection he’d coaxed out of Lowery earlier was going to be long gone.
“Stop it! That isn’t sexy at all!” he whined in the midst of giggles.
“But it’s cu-ute,” Owen insisted, finally letting up before pulling away to open the lube up.
Lowery was barely over his giggle fit when he felt the blunt tip of one of Owen’s fingers stroking around his entrance, just glossing over it. The feeling made his breath hitch. It was so- different. Not bad, but weird as hell.
“I’m assuming this isn’t something you’ve done before,” Owen said, raising an eyebrow.
“Not like this,” Lowery answered, a little sheepish.
“Shame for you. More fun for me.” He gave an encouraging half-smile. “But it’s not like we won’t have plenty more opportunities to make up lost time.”
Lowery swallowed at the idea of this becoming a regular thing. Not just the sex, but everything else. Being with Owen. Having someone he could talk to and enjoy himself with, someone who at least seemed to care for him, limited as their time had been so far. It was weird, but definitely something that made his heart pound in anticipation.
He didn’t get much time to fret, though, as Owen finally slipped the first finger inside. Lowery let out a groan at the intrusion, grabbing Owen’s shoulder for support. It wasn’t a painful sensation exactly, but it wasn’t what he would have called fun or enjoyable per se.
“Sh, sh, that’s good, babe, hang on,” Owen assured him. “Try to relax.”
Lowery’s face had twisted into a grimace, but he struggled to obey, hard as it was. His arousal had died down and it was impossible to focus on anything. He was stuck there, waiting for something, anything to happen. God, he prayed something would happen, otherwise he might not be able to go through with this. Maybe they could just-
“O-o-oh, God!” he cried out all of a sudden.
Owen had curled his finger a bit and touched something. His prostate, of course. Lowery didn’t know much about anatomy, but he was remembering now that someone was taking advantage of it. God, it felt so good. An indescribable mesh of electricity and orgasms and pure, unfiltered pleasure. If Lowery had been uncertain a moment ago, he was gung-ho right then.
“More of that, please, please, Owen,” he begged
“Hm, I dunno, it is your first time and it might hurt if we go too fast.”
“If you don’t get on with it, you’re the one who’s gonna hurt,” Lowery retorted through gritted teeth.
“Whoa-ho-ho, now where did you come from?” Owen asked, smile widening into a playful smirk. “Is that assertion I’m hearing? Who are you and what have you done with Lowery?”
“I want more, you frickin’ tease,” Lowery demanded, doing his best to glare at Owen.
“Well, I guess I can’t argue with that.”
With no further stalling, a second finger joined the first, drawing a moan from Lowery. Owen was deliberately rubbing up against his prostate at that point, milking the nerves there for all they were worth. Lowery’s erection strained against his belly, dripping precum like there was no tomorrow. Any discomfort was long forgotten in the pleasurable fog that now enveloped Lowery’s mind. He couldn’t focus any better than before, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was more, more, more. He wanted to be selfish for once.
Owen seemed to understand, though, he wasn’t entirely done toying with Lowery. He went ahead and added a third finger, but he was stretching and scissoring so slowly.
“I’m ready, put it in,” he piped up.
His words seem to have fallen on deaf ears as Owen nodded, but continued without any change. A flare of annoyance shot through him. That was just rude, ignoring him like Owen was.
“Owen, for God’s sake, just do it already!” he demanded. “I need it, need you, come on, please.”
“Alright, darling, alright,” Owen said, finally pulling his fingers out. “I hear you loud and clear.”
“You don’t act like it,” Lowery mumbled, aware of an uncharacteristic pout on his face.
“Aw, sweetheart.” Owen leaned forward to peck his cheek. “I can’t help it that you make the nicest sounds when you’re desperate.”
Lowery glanced away as a bizarre sense of pride flashed in his mind. It wasn’t something he should have been proud of at all, but it was the only time he’d been given such a personal compliment. It was weird, but it kind of felt nice. He couldn’t, however, have Owen thinking that delaying for the sake of compliments was an acceptable thing to do.
“Dick,” he said, no bite behind the word.
“You got it, babe,” Owen said with a wink.
One of Owen’s hands positioned itself under Lowery’s calf to spread one leg out, while the other went down to spread the remaining lube over Owen’s cock. He then positioned himself so that the head was prodding at Lowery’s asshole. Lowery bit his lip. The fingers had felt big, but this was entirely new and different. He reached up and grabbed Owen’s shoulders to steady himself.
“Relax,” Owen warned. “We’re gonna take it nice and easy, but you gotta ease up. Don’t want to hurt you on our first go.”
Not allowing this exchange to go smoothly jeopardized his chances of a repeat, Lowery realized. That was not something he could allow. Relaxing seemed an impossible task as things stood, but he had to try for the sake of not scaring Owen off. So he took in a deep breath, allowed his hands to drop off of Owen’s shoulders, and forced his muscles to let go of the tension they had been holding for a while there.
Just like that, Owen was pushing in, slowly and steadily. Keeping his muscles from tensing once again was a feat beyond anything Lowery had done in the past year, yet he managed. Maybe because Owen was there encouraging him the entire time.
“That’s perfect, Lowery, perfect, just keep it up, you got this. God look at you, you’re so pretty, so fuckin’ hot.”
It was a constant stream of praise and adoration, so much of it that Lowery wasn’t sure what to do with all of it. As though he could do much anyway. He felt practically pinned to the bed by Owen’s dick alone; like if he made one wrong wrong move, the entire experience might be completely ruined. So he stayed still and waited as Owen slipped in inch by inch, sweat beginning to drip down his face.
“Okay,” Owen said after just a few second, voice strained with effort. “All in.”
Lowery blinked a few times before tipping his head down to confirm Owen’s claim. Sure enough, their hips were touching and, from the angle, it certainly looked like Owen was in up to the hilt. Owen was in him. All the way. That thought alone sent a flutter through Lowery’s belly. Still, he wasn’t exactly on the fast road to climax if this was as good as it got
“Gonna get going now, hold on,” Owen warned.
Lowery braced one hand against the wall while the other returned to Owen’s shoulder. He hoped that was what Owen meant by “hold on”. Owen didn’t correct him, in any case, and wasted no time before gradually bringing his hips back and dragging out of Lowery. For a moment, it was pure agony and Lowery was about to call it off before Owen hit just the right spot.
“A-ah!” he cried out, completely unprepared for the wave of arousal that rushed through him.
“Got it,” Owen breathed, like he’d just hit a bullseye at an archery range.
“Do it again!” Lowery demanded, wrapping one of his legs around Owen’s waist.
“If that’s what you want.”
Owen shifted both his and Lowery’s hips a bit to give himself more leverage before he began his onslaught. His thrusts started up hard and fast, but completely consistent. Lowery caterwauled in approval briefly before his jaw got stuck open. It felt like heaven, having Owen inside him and hitting that same place over and over again. It was like an adrenaline rush activated on command every few seconds. Everything about where they were and what they were doing seemed amazing. The shack was cozy and comforting, the bed was springy and pleasant, Owen was as perfect as he always was, and Lowery was on top of the world for once.
It was the most primal, base pleasure Lowery had ever felt, even having had sex before. Something about being with Owen and the exact way they’d gone about leading up to this point. He’d thought too much in his previous experiences, Lowery realized just then. Thought about what he was doing right and wrong, thought about whether or not he was good enough, thought about if his partners would even stay with him until the next morning, and, if he had time, thought about chasing his climax. He wasn’t thinking at all here. Nothing coherent, at least, only the voice screaming in his head for him to take as much as he could of that electric sensation Owen was giving him. Take more stimulation, more and faster. He couldn’t demand more, though, as his jaw gaped uselessly open. Nor could he sit up and move with Owen for fear of throwing their rhythm off. He just had to take what Owen was giving and maybe that was exactly what he needed.
Owen leaned forward to kiss from Lowery’s neck to his face and back again. Between every kiss his mouth opened for a breath and he mumbled against Lowery’s skin. He couldn’t understand a word of what Owen was trying to say, but it sounded like sheer adoration. Like Owen wasn’t thinking about his orgasm or himself at all and was totally focused on Lowery. Lowery didn’t know what to make of it, but he didn’t want it to end.
As Owen came back up to kiss his cheek once more, Lowery turned his head and pressed their lips together. He didn’t think to close his eyes, though, and neither did Owen. It was a tense if awkward couple of seconds, staring into Owen’s eyes and Owen staring back. He was frozen in place for that second and just then, Owen brushed up against those nerves inside of him. His jaw opened reflexively and Lowery whined deep in his throat as he climaxed. It was almost painful, yet so satisfying all at once and Lowery let himself go limp.
He felt Owen move to pull out and panicked for a second. Something in him didn’t want Owen out of him just yet.
“Hey, no-” Lowery said, grabbing Owen’s arm. “Finish. Doesn’t hurt.”
Owen raised an eyebrow at him, but shrugged nonetheless.
“If you say so,” he said before pushing back into Lowery.
It was a raw sensation and one that Lowery was entirely unfamiliar with. He took in a harsh breath, but didn’t recoil. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just not what it had been moments ago. All the same stimulation, but no outlet with his orgasm passed already.
Owen made sure it wouldn’t last long. His thrusts were short and sharp from then on without much thought given to Lowery. That thought on its own gave Lowery’s cock a twitch, but nothing more in his drained state. They’d talk about it one day, though, Lowery was sure.
It was only half a minute before Owen bottomed out against Lowery and he gave a long groan. Lowery winced a bit at the feeling of spasms inside of him. It was weird, he had to say, especially having finished earlier. He couldn’t say he was disappointed when Owen did finally pull out.
A pause hung between them as they both caught their breath and even basked in each other’s afterglow. Although, it didn’t exactly seem like the kind of sex that would have afterglow to Lowery. It was their first time together, they were in a shack, and- and Lowery was beginning to realize that none of that really mattered.
Owen eased down next to him before pulling Lowery over top of him and settling in properly. Lowery couldn’t say he minded the manhandling or laying on top of Owen. He had a good solid weight to him and yet he was still a comfortable pillow substitute. And, God, that damn scent was rolling off of him more than ever. Lowery must have been covered in it himself, not that he was complaining. He hoped it would last; he could use something to smile about during work.
“You smell really good,” Lowery mumbled, almost automatically.
“What?” Owen said, glancing down at him with a skeptical smirk.
“I just- since I first saw you and you got near me, I always thought you smelled really good, but I never said anything and I didn’t wanna just out and tell you that you that, that’d be weird, but you do and it’s just- it’s great.” Words were pouring out of his mouth without more than a second’s thought and Lowery knew he had to stop. “So never use cologne, okay?”
Owen listened with interest and his expression went from skeptical to something between fascination and amusement.
“You're weird, Lowery,” Owen said, rubbing his back all the while. “Think I'll keep you.”
“Well, if you wanna keep me, I wanna be kept.”
“Then there we go.” Owen rested his head back onto the pillow without another word.
Lowery could hardly believe what he was hearing. He didn’t want to say anything in case Owen said something to the contrary or if he suddenly woke up from this dream. Although, that orgasm had left him exhausted and Owen continuing afterward hadn’t helped matters. He pressed his face against Owen’s chest, taking in a long breath of his scent. Well, at least if the dream ended here, he’d be happy until he woke up. Lowery was used to fleeting happiness after all and he’d enjoyed a good long ride of it that day. Even if he woke up in his room and Owen wasn’t there, he’d have been happy. But something told him that that wouldn’t be the case.