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Something’s In My Mind and I’m Focused On You
March, 1994
Will sighed through his nose, his mouth parting to let Lucas’ tongue teasingly slide into his in a repetitive motion that made his hips involuntarily thrust downward to match.
They were currently in their shared dorm, on Lucas’ bed. Will was straddling his boyfriend of three months while Janet Jackson’s Any Time, Any Place played lowly in the background, their lips hungrily sliding against each others. Will’s hands rested comfortably on Lucas’ abdomen underneath his jersey, while Lucas’ hands firmly gripped Will’s hips, his own rolling up to meet his.
It was one of their heavier make out sessions. Ever since the two had started to date they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It never went further than kissing, much to Will’s frustration, but luckily, he absolutely loved kissing Lucas. It wasn’t like he didn’t want things to go further, it was just, every time he tried Lucas would cool things down.
At first it didn’t bother Will. He wasn’t too experienced at being someone’s boyfriend—Lucas would be his first (and hopefully last)—but he gathered that Lucas probably wanted to take things slow, so he was willing to go at his pace. The only problem is that Will was unfortunately dating one of the hottest guys on campus and he is constantly reminded of it.
The more Lucas’ star rose as an athlete, the more girls (and guys) took notice and tried their luck. Lucas always shut things down, politely but firmly declining any attempts at flirting and seeking Will out instead. While it was both reassuring and sweet, it also elicited a horniness in Will that he struggled to contain.
Lucas nipped at his boyfriend’s plump bottom lip, smirking when he heard the other boy whimper softly above him. He loved getting to experience Will like this, all pliant and needy and his. He slid his hands lower, skimming his palms over the soft curve of Will’s clothed backside, giving it a squeeze. He was rewarded with a strangled moan from Will that went straight to his groin.
If they continued at the pace they were going, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop, so he forced himself to pull away, ignoring the whine it pulled out of Will who chased his lips until Lucas gently pushed at his chest, laughing as he did. “Noooooo,” Will groaned, pressing his face into the pillow next to Lucas’ head in clear (sexual) frustration.
“Yesssss,” Lucas mocked, still laughing as he shifted Will so that he wasn’t sitting directly over his crotch and not so subtly adjusted himself through his gym shorts.
Will, who was now sat straight and pouting followed the movement of his hand and let out a longing sigh. “But why?” He asked, sounding so cute and far too sad. It was hard for Lucas to keep laughing, even though he was secretly pleased at Will’s want to take things further.
Instead he reached over his bedside to hit pause on the radio before laying back down, keeping the soft smile on his face as he said. “Isn’t it too soon? We’ve only been dating for a few weeks.”
Will frowned, his fingers playing with the ends of Lucas’ shirt as he spoke. “There’s a time limit?”
Lucas shrugged a little as he looked at him. “Everyone goes at their own pace, I guess.”
Will ducked his head, shielding his eyes from Lucas’ piercing gaze. Lucas could tell the boy had something on his mind. Instead of asking, he waited, knowing that Will would speak eventually, he just needed time to word his thoughts in his head before saying them out loud.
“How long did you wait with Max?” He eventually asked, his voice unsure and his brows slightly furrowed.
While it wasn’t ideal to talk about his ex with the boy he was currently dating, Lucas understood that it would be different for them. They shared the same friends and grew up together, so it was a given his relationship with Max would come up from time to time. He didn’t want Will to be scared to address it.
He placed his hands on Will’s bare thighs and dragged them over his skin in a soothing motion, his fingertips brushing along the edge of his shorts as he did. He felt Will relax above, his brows becoming less drawn.
“Well, Max and I were 13 when we started dating,” he began, his eyes on Will, carefully watching his reaction for any signs of discomfort but he seemed open and attentive. “We didn’t actually do anything until sophomore year.” He remembered how awkward it was the first time and let out a low chuckle at the memory. “That first time was admittedly not my best work, but I like to think I got better over time.”
Will’s eyes fell to the side, a light pink dusting his cheeks and a low laugh slipping out. “I’m sure you were fine,” Will reassured, his tone genuine as he looked back at Lucas. That was one of the things he always loved about Will. He was helplessly kind and sincere. Will’s smile wavered a little when he spoke again. “Is that what you’re worried about? That I won’t like it?”
If Lucas was honest, yes, part of him was worried. He figured sex with a guy couldn’t be that much different than sex with a girl, but it was still uncharted territory and Lucas would be lying if he said his own lack of experience didn’t give him performance anxiety.
What if Will didn’t like it? Would he break up with him? Or worse—what if Lucas didn’t like it, and things got awkward between them to the point that they’d never function the same around each other again?
Will could see that Lucas was getting lost in his head, so he placed his hand on the side of his neck to bring him back. “Hey,” he said softly, and he waited until Lucas’ eyes refocused on him. “Is that it?”
It took a while, Lucas’ eyes scanning his face before he gave one short nod, his lips set in a slight frown. Will started to chuckle, his thumb stroking the lobe of Lucas’ ear. Lucas gave him a weary look as he spoke, “Why are you laughing? I’m serious,” he softly scolded.
Will bit back his laugh and shook his head. “No, I know, it’s just—I don’t know, a little amusing that my boyfriend is scared to fuck me.”
It was said blunt enough that Lucas’ eyes widened for a second or two before he started laughing, which started Will up again. “When you say it like that it sounds stupid,” Lucas responded, the laughter still in his voice.
Will smirked and leaned forward a little as he smugly said, “I know.” He eyed Lucas’ lips openly, which made Lucas drag his teeth over them. Will sighed as he sat back up, his hands back on Lucas’ chest to rub his pecks. Lucas watched him silently, his own hands back to rubbing his thighs.
“I do want to,” he said after some time. Will arched a brow, his expression questioning. “…Fuck you, that is,” Lucas finished, reveling in the way his boyfriend’s skin molted a deeper shade of pink. “…Now?” Will asked breathlessly, now fisting at his shirt.
Lucas glanced at the digital clock on the desk beside them before looking back at him. “I have to go to practice soon, but,” he eyed Will in thought, his fingers wrapping around his thighs. “Give me a few days to prepare and I promise I’ll rock your world,” he teased in a low voice, a soft smirk on his lips.
Will’s brows twitched in surprise before a shy but pleased smile settled on his face. “Oh. Okay,” he responded, ducking his head. He wasn’t sure why it would take days for Lucas to have sex with him but he was sure it’d be worth the wait.
A few days later
Will pulled the curtain of the dressing room back and stepped out with a look of uncertainty on his face. At that exact moment Aimee pulled her curtain back and their eyes met. “Oh shit,” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of laughter and horror. He groaned, titling his head back as he did.
After bonding at Lucas’ basketball game last semester, he and Aimee had become good friends. They would often get coffee after class or study together whenever their significant other’s were unavailable. Aimee and Ethen were still a thing, which made it so the two couples could go on double dates. Will loved it.
“It’s not that bad!” She reasoned, still giggling and came over to him. While she examined the ugly multicolored cat sweater she had given him to try on, he responded, “It’s completely unsexy. If I actually wear this out in public I’ll be exiled and Lucas will definitely be so turned off he’ll dump me,” he joked as he started to pull it off.
“I doubt that,” Aimee snorted, giving him a knowing look. She had become very familiar with their dynamic over the past couple of weeks and was quick to gather that the two boys were equally obsessed with each other. “He practically eats, sleeps, and breathes you, William.” Will playfully rolled his eyes, a blush already forming, and turned to go back inside the changing room.
When he came out he was changed back into his clothes. “Well this was a bust,” he commented, noting that Aimee also was empty handed. She had come by his dorm earlier after Lucas left for practice begging for him to go out with her or she would lose her mind from boredom.
“Not completely,” she wrapped an arm around his shoulder as they began to leave the empty thrift shop. The angle was a bit awkward due to their height difference but Aimee kept walking in the direction of their campus. “We got to spend time together and you got to get out of that stuffy room.”
“To be fair, I probably would have eventually went to watch Lucas practice, so it’s not like me staying put was a guarantee,” he reasoned.
“Bleh,” she made a face of disgust in jest. “You’re being nauseating again.”
Aimee had already confessed to finding him and Lucas adorable so he only laughed at her antics knowing she was just teasing. “I’d apologize but, well,” he shrugged unapologetically, smiling as he thought about Lucas. He almost let out a fond sigh but he could feel Aimee’s laughing eyes on him so he kept it at bay.
“You are so gone for the kid,” she snickered, her New York accent strong, and shook her head. Will didn’t bother denying it. “I don’t blame you,” she continued. “Lucas is definitely easy on the eyes.”
Will looked over at her, fighting a laugh. “Watch it,” he threatened half-heartedly. She smacked his arm as she tutted. “I’m aware he’s for you, no worries. Besides, he’s obviously into artsy twinks,” she laughed, which made Will’s face heat. “Aimee!” He chastised.
She threw her hands up, still laughing as she shook her head. “No, but seriously, I know I don’t know you guys that well, but he seems to make you happy, which is a good thing. You’ve gotta have that spark to come back to when things dull out,” her voice got more serious as she spoke.
Will shot her a curious look. “Are things getting dull with Ethan?”
She let out a dramatic sigh as they crossed the street. “Nah. The fire is actually TOO hot. I feel like once the high of good dick wears off—,” Will chuckled and she continued, “—I’m gonna get bored.”
“I wish I had that problem,” Will responded, his voice growing distant. It had been days since Lucas hinted at the idea of them having sex but nothing has come of it. Even worse, their steamy make out sessions decreased to nonexistent and he was only getting chaste kisses on the lips before Lucas left for class or practice or before bed.
Will was on edge. He wasn’t sure where Lucas’ head was at or if he had changed his mind but it was driving him insane and clouding his head. “Still hasn’t dicked ya down yet, huh?” Aimee interrupted his thoughts, because Will, obviously, had expressed his depressing lack of a sex life with her to seek out advice.
“Nope,” he responded, emphasizing the p. “Not even a make out session to tide me over, it’s ridiculous!” he whined, which only made his friend laugh. They had reached the main part of campus now. Aimee’s dorm was opposite of his, across the other side of campus, which meant they had to part ways at the student fountain in the center of it. She turned to look at him, a playful glint in her eye as she started speaking.
“What do I keep telling you?”
“Uhhh,” he averted his eyes on purpose, pretending to think about it. “Wrap it before you tap it?” He asked in mock innocence once their eyes connected. Her lips curled and she playfully shoved at his chest.
“No! Actually, yes, but the other thing.” She tapped encouragingly at his shoulder as if it would jog his memory any quicker.
“I don’t remember,” he said with a prolonged sigh, shifting the weight of his hips to one side and crossing his arms.
“You stress me out,” she scolded, pretending to be annoyed but continuing on as she gripped both his shoulders to steady him. “You can’t rush good sex!” She practically shouted, causing a few heads to turn in their direction, much to Will’s embarrassment. Aimee on the other hand seemed unphased. He had a feeling her and El would get along. “Could you be any louder?”
“Fuck ‘em,” she brushed off, her mouth twisting. Will huffed to hide his amusement because yeah. Fuck ‘em. “Now you get your cute little ass—,”
“Hey!—”
“—up to your dorm—,”
“—My ass isn’t little—,”
“—to make out with your hot as fuck boyfriend!” She declared.
The two looked at each other, Will softly frowning while Aimee was beaming up at him as if she’d just cracked the code to his sex life.
“…didn’t you just give me advice to take things slow?” He repeated.
Her arms fell to her sides. “I said not to rush the sex, not that you couldn’t mack out with your man…?”
Silence.
And then.
“You are absolutely right.”
As Will walked down the hallway, he went over the plan in his head. He was going to walk inside their room, change into an old, thin ribbed tank (slightly cropped at the waist due to dryer shrinkage, amen), pair it with one of Lucas’ sweatpants—and he was going to spread out on his boyfriend’s bed and wait for him to walk through the door. As soon as Lucas’ eyes landed on him he’d have no choice but to fling himself on top of him and pound him into the mattress (or kiss him breathless. At this point Will couldn’t afford to be picky, alright?).
It was the perfect plan; fool proof. He smiled confidently to himself as he got the door open (they’d finally fixed the broken lock last week) and he stepped over the threshold. He didn’t make it far before the shock of what he walked into caused him to halt in his footsteps, the door softly clicking shut behind him.
“Lucas…?” Will’s voice came out small as he looked around their shared room, his eyes wide in a mixture of joy and awe. Their usually boring room of white walls and movie posters had been altered. The harsh, hospital-bright ceiling light was switched off; the glow of the room replaced by tiny stars drifting across the walls, spinning gently from the blacklight projector humming on the desk between their beds. Next to it, the radio played lowly, Sade’s voice filling his head with lyrics of the Sweetest Taboo. The comforting aroma of cinnamon mixed with vanilla permeated the air from the candle burning to the left of it. Will’s words caught in his throat, warmth curling in the pit of his stomach, and his eyes burning with unshed tears as he realized what was going on.
“Do you like it?” came Lucas’ voice, tinged with nerves from where he stood in front of his unusually very-well made bed, his hands behind his back as his eyes flittered anxiously over Will.
Will, feeling light on his feet, had his hands clenched on either side, calming himself as best as he could as he walked further into the room, not stopping until the two were barely a foot apart. From this close he could see the storm of nerves swimming in Lucas’ dark eyes; a look he was sure he mirrored, except Will also felt a gleam of excitement. It leaked out into what he said next. “When did you find the time to do all this?” his eyes scanned Lucas,’ the smile on his face carefully tempered.
Lucas rubbed the back of his neck in a bashful manner, his eyes briefly drifting to the side as he did. “I, uh, asked Aimee to distract you for the day...” Lucas’ words trailed off as Will’s mouth fell open. “W—what? Aimee knew about this?” Will sputtered, incredulous. Fucking, Aimee, he thought to himself, his initial attempt to hide his smile dismissed as a gleeful grin spread across his lips. Lucas chuckled under his breath and subtly stepped closer to him. Will noticed.
“Yeah, she’s actually a pretty good wing-man,” Lucas complimented, a hand coming to settle on Will’s waist to pull him closer. The slightly shorter boy flushed, pleased at the thought of Lucas going to his friend for help on how to woo him. “Do you like it?” Lucas repeated, the nerves coming back to his voice as he eyed Will.
“Is that even a real question?” Will scoffed, making a show of gesturing around him. “I love it!” He walked around Lucas and tilted his head up to look at the glowing stars that painted their room. “How did you get the time to do this? Wait a minute,” he spun around, his mouth agape with the realization. “You told me that you had practice! Oh my God, Lucas Sinclair, did you lie about having practice to plan all this?”
He watched as Lucas ducked his head and bit the inside of his cheek, a shy smile appearing. “Um...yes. I—,” he didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before being bombarded by Will, who had thrown himself flush into his chest. Will wrapped his arms around Lucas and buried his face into his neck. Lucas immediately reciprocated the hug, tightly wrapping his arms around Will’s waist and resting his cheek on his head top. “I wanted to surprise you,” he eventually finished after a comfortable wave of silence.
Will lifted his head to look at him, his eyes wet and lashes clumped. “Consider me surprised,” he sniffled and let out an embarrassed laugh as he bowed his head. “God, of course I’m crying right now,” he started to pull away but Lucas’ hands that now rested on his hips kept him in place. “Lucas,” he whispered again, shivering, feeling the tip of Lucas’ nose nudge against his own from the other boy moving closer.
Lucas hummed his response, the energy between them charged. Will’s hands fisted at the back of Lucas’ shirt, his warm breath mixing with Lucas’ from how close they were. Keith Sweat’s voice now floated through the room, intensifying the heat between them. Will wasn’t sure if it were him or Lucas that made the first move; frankly he didn’t care. The moment their lips met, the spark trapped between them crackled a fire into his chest, causing a desperate moan to slip from his body and his mind to chant, yes, yes, yes.
He felt Lucas’ hands cupping the sides of his face and his thumbs cushioning his cheeks. Will’s hands fell to grip the front of Lucas’ shirt, pulling him closer, his body craving his body heat. Lucas dominated the kiss, using his height advantage to tilt Will’s head back, his tongue dusting along the lining of his bottom lip, silently seeking permission to enter his mouth. Will gasped from it, ultimately providing his boyfriend the access he sought after.
Lucas moaned at the taste of his boyfriend’s warm mouth, his tongue needily dragging along the roof of his mouth as Will whined in the back of his throat, his soft hands slipping under Lucas’ shirt to rest on his abdomen, blunt nails digging into his flesh. Lucas kissed a curse against his mouth, pulling Will’s hips flush against his to align their groins. Will’s mouth fell open in a moan from feeling the hard length of his boyfriend’s dick pressed against his own. “Lucas, please,” he pleaded, his voice strained and his hips rutting against his.
“I got you,” Lucas kissed his lips once more, then kissed deeper because he loved the way Will’s nails dragged down his torso and the mewls that escaped from him. He was so needy. It did wonderful things for Lucas’ confidence. The way Will allowed him to lead—submitted to his lips and touch—drove him crazy with lust.
Lucas pulled away, ignoring the displeased noise that came from Will to focus on taking off his own shirt, then moved to do the same to him. Will inhaled his nerves as his shirt hit the floor and they were both left bare from the waist up. He’d always loved how Lucas looked. He was lean, his darker skinned taut, his muscles defined, a light dust of hair trailing from his belly button to his waistline. He was beautiful. For all the fantasizing he did, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that Lucas would be seeing his body in a new light and he wasn’t sure if his boyfriend would like what he saw.
Lucas’ dark eyes analyzed Will from head to toe, taking his time, documenting every mole or freckle tattooed onto pale skin. Will had filled out over the years; his arms were more defined, along with his chest. Lucas swallowed, his hand reaching out before coming to rest on Will’s clavicle, his thumb massaging his collarbone. Will’s body shuttered as he watched Lucas drink him in. “Beautiful,” he commented, while pressing another kiss to his mouth; Will sighed into it and allowed himself to be guided to (Lucas’) bed.
Lucas was the one to separate from the kiss to help Will comfortably arrange himself into the mattress. Once Will’s head hit the pillow, Lucas slotted himself between his open legs and crashed their lips together, the desperation of it making Will’s legs, now bent at the knees, press into Lucas’ waist as their hips slid together to seek out relief.
After months of pent up sexual frustration, Will allowed himself to get lost in Lucas’ kisses; lost by the hands that gripped tightly at his hips; lost in the privilege of getting to be underneath the boy he’d been fantasizing about for longer than he wanted to admit. As the pace of their grinding grew, so did Will’s moans, his fingers curling into the flesh of Lucas’ lower back as his grip on him tightened. He could probably come like this and he had a feeling Lucas could too, but he didn’t want to.
“Want you—want you to t—touch me,” he gasped between thrusts, his voice strained. God, this felt good. Being with Lucas like this felt so good. His eyes hung low, but he was still able to see the way Lucas licked his lips at the request, the action making Will’s dick twitch in his jeans. Why was he still wearing these?
Lucas seemed to have the same thought because he reached for the button and popped it open, making Will buck his hips involuntarily. Lucas leaned down to kiss at his neck as he worked on getting Will’s jeans down his slender hips. Will helped by lifting his hips off the bed, keeping a hand at the base of Lucas’ neck to keep him from going too far.
As soon as the pants hit the floor, Lucas’ hands wrapped around his calves and he hummed, appreciating the view he had and the way the flushed tint of Will’s skin was still visible in the dark, before he pressed open mouth kisses along his skin—he started with the hard bone of his ankle and worked his way up to his thighs, occasionally pausing to bite and suck, and lick, and kiss until Will was a quivering mess.
Will watched, his hair sticking to his forehead and his cheeks ablaze. He watched even when Lucas had reached his upper thighs, his kisses wetter, sloppier; his hard dick causing an obscene tent in his boxers. He watches as Lucas kisses over thin cotton, Will’s dick twitching in interest the closer his mouth got. Lucas’ eyes briefly connected with his and he saw it—the mischievous glint that told Will his boyfriend was devious—a devil reincarnate.
Lucas adjusted so that he could sit on the hinds of his calves and tugged Will’s boxers down his waist, making him gasp in shock from both the cold and Lucas’ boldness. Will’s dick stood at attention and Lucas took a moment to appreciate. It was flushed pink at the head, the tip shiny and enticing from the precum that gathered. It was average in length, but slightly girthier than he expected. It was a pretty dick, he decided and then reached to wrap his hand around it. Will bucked his hips on a whine, his head pressing further into the pillow.
Lucas gave it a few experimental tugs, watching the way Will’s mouth twisted in pleasure, his eyes lulling shut while his hands gripped the sheets. Lucas ignored his own hard dick, opting to elicit as many noises from Will as humanly possible. Instead he used his free hand to simultaneously tease Will’s nipples and took pleasure in the extra precum that gathered at the head of his dick because of it. Even covered in a thin layer of sweat, his lips bitten red, and his chest darker than cherry, Lucas found him so pretty. “So pretty,” he complimented out loud, noting how it made Will’s eyes roll shut in response.
Lucas slightly tightened his grip on Will and sped up his hand as he leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and forcing Will’s blown pupils to connect with his. “Is it good?” He whispered, and Will, eyebrows pulled tight, gave a jerky nod. “S’yeah,” he managed to say, his arms coming to wrap around Lucas’ neck.
“Are you close?” Lucas questioned, sliding his thumb over the head to help spread the slickness, his own dick aching and neglected. Again, Will nodded, mumbling incoherently. Lucas took that as a sign to pick up the pace, his grip fluctuating from loose to tight, teasing Will enough to make the other boy’s speech slur. Lucas captured his lips and parted his mouth with his tongue; licking along the ridges of the other boy’s top row of teeth before nipping at his lips.
Will could feel the heat building low in his belly and chased it, rolling his hips and digging the heel of his foot into Lucas’ lower back. It only took a few more flicks of Lucas’ wrist and tongue before Will’s body stilled and he spilled over the other boy’s fist with a strangled groan, his lips open in ecstasy. He blearily blinked his eyes open when his breathing had calmed down enough and saw Lucas smiling down at him, his eyes filled with mirth as he wiped his hand clean in the sheets.
“Gross,” Will breathed out, though he was also smiling. Lucas chuckled and shifted between his thighs to adjust himself. It was only then that Will saw that his boyfriend was still hard and he sat up on his elbows, already reaching a hand out for Lucas’ pants. He frowned when Lucas pushed his hand back. “But it’s your turn,” Will reasoned; Lucas only shook his head, a soft smile remaining.
“Hold on,” he responded and reached across the bed for the drawer next to it. Will lazily watched him rummage through it. The items he pulled out caused his brows to twitch up in interest when he placed them on the bed off to the side. He looked at Lucas expectantly. For a brief moment his usual confidence faded, replaced by a boyish uncertainty as he prepared to explain.
“The reason I needed a few days was because I wanted to make sure I did my research,” he started, watching Will sit up and rest his back against the headboard to listen. He rested his hands on Will’s knees in response before he continued. “I’ve never done this before.” The sex with a guy part went unspoken and Will nodded in understanding. “Me too,” he said quietly, bringing a hand to rest on one of the ones Lucas had on his knee.
Lucas flashed a soft smile before he spoke again. “I wanted to make sure I knew what to do so that your first time was good for you. I wanna make it good for you,” he affirmed, flipping his palm so that he could lock fingers with Will.
Will’s heart did that thumpthumpthump thing it liked to do whenever Lucas made him feel loved and cared for and he smiled fondly, giving his hand a squeeze. “It will be,” he paused to kiss the corner of his mouth and leaned back to look at him, “For the both of us.” He nudged Lucas by his chest and scooted back down the mattress, spreading his thighs further apart and doing his best to look enticing; his voice intentionally coated in seduction when he said, “Now fuck me, please.” He smirked at the way Lucas’ mouth fell.
Feeling bold, Will trailed his fingers down his stomach and grazed his fingers over his already half-hard length, making a show of biting his lip as he began to stroke himself, his eyes fluttering as he did. That seemed to wake Lucas up, as he quickly climbed off the bed to rid himself of his jeans and boxers in record timing. The sight of Lucas naked naturally distracted Will, his hand slowing down so he could appreciate the impressive length and size—holy fuck—of his boyfriend’s dick. He felt water spring into his mouth at the sight, his eyes widening and a soft, “Fuck,” falling from his lips.
Lucas smirked as he resettled himself between Will’s thighs, his confidence apparent by the way he gripped under Will’s thighs to help him plant his feet on the bed. “Like what you see?” He teased as he opened the bottle of lube. Will absently nodded, his eye following the trail of lube that Lucas squeezed onto his fingers. He was hit with the knowledge that in a few minutes, he would officially be filled, his virginity a thing of the past. He was nervous. Lucas, as attentive as ever, or probably just able to understand the gravity of what was happening, picked up on Will’s energy and his brows furrowed in concern. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready.”
At that, Will lurched. “No!” He cringed at how loud it came out and followed up at a normal volume. “I’m ready, just…nervous,” he admitted meekly. Lucas seemed to understand and pressed a kiss to the inside of his knee. “I’m with you—remember?” He reminded, referencing the phrase they always used when they needed to ground themselves in each other. “And we can stop at any time.”
Will exhaled through his cheeks and nodded, more to himself than anything. “Okay,” he settled. If there was anyone he felt comfortable doing this with, it was Lucas. “I’m with you,” he said softly, his eyes communicating the trust he had in the other boy.
Lucas smiled softly in return, a fondness around the edges that made Will’s lips curve upward. “Keep your eyes on me,” Lucas spoke low, warming the jelly up with his fingers. “Breathe slow.” Will naturally tensed when he felt Lucas’ finger first probe at his entrance before he forced himself to relax and breathe through it.
Lucas’ finger circled his rim, getting it wet and slick; he teasingly pressed a finger forward before removing it, only to do it again. He repeated the motion, each time pressing his finger further until Will’s body relaxed around him. Lucas knew that he couldn’t rush this part if he wanted either of them to enjoy what came next.
Over the next several minutes he worked Will up to two fingers, deliberately keeping his pacing slow as he fingered him open. Will’s body was quick to relinquish power to him, greedily accepting the third lubed up finger when he pressed it in next to the others. He could tell whatever discomfort Will initially felt had subsided, as he was now rolling his hips to meet the rhythmic pace of Lucas’ hand, soft moans tumbling out of him and his expression coated in pleasure. His dick rested on his stomach, fully erect and painfully red, begging to be touched. Lucas felt a wave of precum leaking from his own tip at the sight. Will was every wet dream Lucas could muster up and the boy didn’t even know it.
Lucas spread his fingers, further stretching the muscle they were encompassed in and Will, with a moan, spread his legs further apart in response, the cum gathered at the head of his shaft coating his lower stomach beautifully. Lucas bent his torso as he wrapped his free hand around Will’s shaft and dragged his tongue up the underside of his length, enjoying the salty taste of him and the way Will’s body responded by thrusting upward while his ass tightened around his fingers.
He hummed as he sucked the tip of his boyfriend into his mouth, still moving his fingers. He then did something that he would soon discover was the key to getting Will’s soft keening to turn into a chorus of pleading; he crooked his fingers and pressed forward, seeking out the ball of pleasure he knew was buried deep. He knew he found it when Will’s body tensed and he choked on a loud moan, his boyfriends hands coming to tightly grip his shoulders. “Lucas, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—,”
Lucas pulled his mouth off and slowed the stroke of his hand; Will whined in distress and Lucas simply placed a kiss to his mouth to hush him. “Not yet,” he mumbled against him before fully withdrawing his fingers. He sat back in search of the condom, finding it quickly and opening the package.
The only giveaway that Lucas was as nervous as Will was the slight shake of his fingers as he tore it open; meanwhile Will, with hooded eyes, wrapped a hand around himself to watch his boyfriend. Lucas, noticing being watched, made a show of stroking his own leaking shaft, the precum acting as a natural lubricant. Will’s tongue darted over his bottom lip in response, his pupils dilated and his hand speeding up to match Lucas.’ For a moment he thought they would cum like this, but then Lucas knocked Will’s hand away and gripped his narrow hips to adjust him further up the bed.
Will allowed himself to be maneuvered to his boyfriend's liking, lifting his hips upon request so that Lucas could tuck a pillow underneath. Finally, Lucas rolled the condom on, properly positioning himself above. Will’s arms came to wrap around his neck like before and he stifled a whimper at the feel of Lucas’ fingers nudging past his rim again; stroking the velvet heat of him with hooded eyes to make sure he opened him enough before withdrawing his fingers.
The care in which Lucas went to make him comfortable was the most intimate part of the night. It made him want him even more. After a few strokes of pumping his lubricated hand over his dick, Lucas gripped himself at the base and kissed each of Will’s cheeks. “Look at me, okay? I wanna see you,” he voiced, waiting for Will to nod his agreement.
Lucas then lined himself up, tip to rim, brown eyes studying hazel eyes, and slowly he pushed forward. He watched as Will’s eyes widened on a gasp, his body naturally fighting the intrusion, his hole tightening. Pausing, Lucas peppered his face lovingly in kisses and salted him with whispered words of encouragement and praise until Will relaxed enough and nodded for him to continue. He did his best to go slow, ignoring the instinctual need to bury himself deep from how fucking good his boyfriend felt around him. Whenever Will’s eyes would threaten to close, Lucas would kiss him to remind him he was there.
“Want me to stop?” he asked once he was more than halfway deep, beads of sweat gathered around his hairline. Will, with clumped lashes and flushed cheeks, lazily shook his head to detest and used his arms to pull Lucas toward him, their lips connecting in a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Lucas moaned into it,repositioning his arms at either side of Will, and ground his hips forward, swallowing every gasp and moan that seeped from Will until he had finally buried himself down to the root.
At this point, Lucas had taken pity on Will, allowing him to close his eyes as he collected himself, his chest rising and falling heavily as he mentally coaxed his body to relaxed around his boyfriend’s dick. After a while Will’s hands slid from around his neck to his biceps and his lids opened to reveal glossy hazel eyes.
“Move,” he breathed out, nodding as he did. Lucas thanked him with a soft kiss between his eyes before pulling his hips back almost entirely—only to snap forward again. The thrust pushed Will’s head higher above the pillow, a moan breaking out of him before he could stop it. Lucas did it again, and again; withdrawing until he was only halfway inside, sometimes pausing with just the tip connecting them, teasing him mercilessly before driving his hips forward. He watched the way Will’s eyes fluttered shut, how his lips went bitten-red from the pressure of his teeth, how every thrust made his moans grow louder.
His thrusts only sharpened at the sound of skin against skin drowning out the music that played distantly in the background.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Lucas made the mistake of glancing between them to see where their bodies connected; a guttural groan fell from his lips as he quickened the pace of his hips. Will had fully succumbed to his pleasure, the filthy moans leaking from his lips like a running faucet he couldn’t turn off. He knew that if Will had been in his right mind he’d be embarrassed, but Lucas found his boyfriend’s inability to be anything but vocal about his pleasure absolutely sexy and voiced as much.
“You look so good—,” thrust, “—feel so good around me, fuck,” he praised. Will practically purred, his hips moving to meet Lucas’ harsh sharp thrusts. Lucas didn’t know what had come over him. All he knew was that he had the most gorgeous boy under him, flushed and at his mercy; and the feeling of his ass spasming around his dick was driving him into madness. He suddenly just wanted to hear Will.
“D’you feel good?” his voice came out low, deeper than normal from the physical exertion of working his boyfriend open, stroke by stroke. Will, who could barely keep his eyes open, barely nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Lucas. He slowed down, shifting just so, before pushing forward at a new angle; thrusting until Will’s nails bit into the skin of his waist, a blissful sound leaving his pretty mouth. “Talk to me,” Lucas coaxed, nipping at his jaw with his teeth.
“S’good, it’s good,” Will rushed out, digging the heel of his foot further into Lucas’ lower back, pulling him closer. “Should I stop?” Lucas teased, licking at the marks he left around his jaw. “I can if you want.” Will whined at that, quickly shaking his head and tilting it back to give him better access to his neck. Lucas rewarded him with a roll of his hips, grounding deep; Will cried out, his mouth hanging open between them.
Lucas leaned back to run a hand down his torso, appreciating the way Will’s skin briefly paled under his touch before the skin molted red. Will had become so loud at this point he was sure their neighbors could hear. The thought thrilled him into picking up the pace. “Can’t believe I get you like this. You should see yourself,” Lucas spoke, watching in interest at the way Will’s wild eyes struggled to focus on him, soft puffs of air leaving his lips at every thrust. “If I knew you would be this good for me, I would have fucked you a long time ago.”
And that—Lucas wasn’t sure where that came from. Neither was his boyfriend, but judging by the way Will’s body reacted—hole tightening, a new spurt of cum tricking from the head of his dick, breath catching and eyes rolling back—it was the right thing to say. Fuck, Lucas thought, Will liked that? He tested out his new theory by saying something else, purposely leaning close enough to Will’s ear that his lips brushed the shell of it when he spoke.
“You like being fucked like this, don’t you?” Lucas grumbled. He pulled back just in time to catch Will’s eyes roll just like before, a needy whine slipping out as his head bobbed in frantic agreement. Holy shit, Lucas thought. Interesting.
“You want it faster?” he asked, his voice low and tantalizing. “Or slower?” His hips naturally eased into a slower rhythm as he studied the new information he was learning about his boyfriend. When Will didn’t answer quickly enough, Lucas slowed even more—earning an immediate, desperate sound from Will.
“Slow—” Will gasped, then shook his head. “No, fast,” he corrected in a rush, only to let out a frustrated moan as he lifted his hips, chasing the friction Lucas was denying him. “I don’t know—just—please, Lucas, I’m so close—whatever you want, I’ll do it—I’ll take it,” he babbled, voice breaking apart. “You feel so good.”
Lucas nearly came on the spot but he refrained, opting to adjust his hips to really give his boyfriend what he wanted. This time when he thrusted, there was a slight difference in the way Will responded; he moaned a little louder, his legs squeezed around his hips a little tighter, and his eyes grew wilder. When he pulled out and thrusted forward the second time, eliciting the same reaction, he started to understand; he had located that ball of nerves inside Will, and each push of his hips unwound it. “Touch yourself, baby,” he encouraged, the endearing term slipping from his lips, and he quickened his hips, feeling his own buildup forming.
Honestly, he was surprised he’d lasted as long as he had. Will was surely making it difficult, what with his beautiful whining, and incoherent begging. As if remembering his own free will, the other boy slid his hand down his torso and gripped himself, frantically stroking his hand over his length. “Good boy,” Lucas praised, pressing their sweaty foreheads together. “You gonna come for me?” he asked, keeping his voice purposely tender. Will nodded jerkily in response, his hand speeding up to match Lucas’ thrusts.
“Let me see,” Lucas softly begged, and he watched as merely seconds later Will’s already lax mouth widened in a silent cry as he came over his fist. That, coupled with the tightening of his boyfriend’s slick hole had Lucas following a few thrusts later, his head buried into Will’s neck and his teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder. Will trembled around him, the intensity of his climax causing his teeth to clatter.
It took Lucas a moment to recollect his mind, body, and soul before he could pull out, not missing the way Will’s hole contracted at the sudden emptiness. He lazily tied the condom and tossed it in the general direction of the trash before lying down next to Will and pulling him so that his boyfriend’s head rested on his bare chest. The two boys laid quietly, both processing what just happened. Will, who lazily traced his fingertips over Lucas’ arm that wrapped around him, spoke first.
“I kinda feel like I owe you a sandwich or something,” he mumbled.
“...What?” Lucas responded, the laughter in his voice evident.
Will tipped his head up to look at him, smirking softly. “Isn’t that what you do after getting pounded into the mattress by your super hot boyfriend?”
Lucas flushed, letting out a pleased chuckle from the praise, any lingering doubts he could have possibly had about his performance disappearing. He gripped Will’s chin, making a show of moving his head from left to right, his eyes squinting as he studied his face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” he asked sincerely.
“I dunno,” Will started, his tone unassuming, shifting so that his face was closer to Lucas.’ There was a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe we can do it again and you can ask me after?” he suggested. Lucas’ reaction was to suddenly shift them so that Will was on his back and he hovered above him. “Will you behave?” Lucas teased back, drinking in the subtle gulp Will took in response.
“I’ll be good for you,” Will breathed out, arousal bleeding through. Lucas’ breath caught as he stared down at him.
“Good like before?” he subtly complimented, and while it made him blush, Will still nodded.
“Promise,” he said, gesturing for Lucas to come closer, moaning softly and eyes closing when their lips finally met.
They didn’t leave the bed for the rest of the night.