Justin closed his eyes. “When I first met you, I had this dream about you.”
“A dream, huh?”
“Yeah.” Justin slid a hand up Del’s spine. “I dreamed you were behind me, and we were naked, and you told me you were going to give me just what I needed. And it was so hot, but then I woke up right before you touched my dick.”
Del’s body shook with sudden laughter.
“It wasn’t funny!” But Justin couldn’t stop from smiling either. “It was a tragedy, Del!”
“A tragedy,” Del echoed and pressed a kiss to the top of Justin’s head. “I’ll bet it was.”
Justin drew back and lifted his gaze. “Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?”
“Yes,” Del said. “Is that all you’re asking for?”
Justin drew in a breath. “I want you. I want you to—” He didn’t know how to say it, but he pushed on regardless. “I want you inside me.”
“You’ve never…?”
“No,” Justin said. “But I want to. And I want it to be you.”
He was terrified as Del kissed him softly and drew him up the stairs. Wanting something didn’t suddenly kill that fear. He was worried that it would hurt, but maybe even more worried that it would be awkward, or that he’d do something wrong. Hurt, he could hide, he figured. Embarrassment, not so much. Was there a wrong way to fuck? Justin didn’t know. He’d never got close enough to anyone before to find out. But he trusted Del. If there was a right way to do this, then Del would know it, and Del would teach him.
He held Del’s hand tightly as they ascended the stairs.
Del had blown him before, and shit, that had felt amazing. He’d even rubbed his finger along Justin’s taint, which had lit Justin’s nerves up like Christmas, but so far he hadn’t touched him any farther back. And Justin hadn’t even fingered himself before. He didn’t know if that was because he’d been kind of in the closet, or just because when he was jerking off it had been a bodily function just the same as any other, and there was no point making a huge, messy deal out of it. Well, no messier than necessary. Needing to come had been a low grade urge just the same as needing to take a piss. It wasn’t until he’d met Del that Justin had even known how much someone else’s touch could light him up. How it made his skin tingle and desire spark through him like electricity. Jerking off alone had never made Justin’s knees go weak, but Del could do it with just a look. Justin hadn’t known what he was missing until Del.
The house was quiet and dark as they made their way down the upstairs hallway. The door to the spare room was ajar, but there was no noise coming from inside. The kids were asleep. There was enough moonlight coming through the windows in Del’s bedroom for Justin to see the large bed with its dark brown comforter, turned down to show the soft cream sheets underneath.
Del closed the door with a faint snick and turned the lock.
Justin crossed to the bed, his heart in his mouth, and sat on the end. His fingers fumbled against the hem of his shirt as he drew it over his head. Then he leaned down and unlaced his shoes. He didn’t like this part, he decided. There was nothing hot or even romantic about this part. He just felt awkward.
“Justin?”
He looked up at Del.
“Nothing’s going to happen here that you don’t want to.”
Justin nodded. “I want it to.”
Del smiled, and began to unbutton his shirt. “Okay.”
Justin watched as Del shrugged off his shirt. He was bigger than Justin, broader. He was hairier too, and Justin couldn’t wait to run his fingers through that chest hair. He wondered if in daylight he’d discover the same gray strands there as around Del’s temples. Del wasn’t muscular with toned abs like guys in porn. He was solid around the middle, and Justin liked that. It made him seem more…realsomehow.
“Take your jeans off, baby,” Del said, “and get on the bed for me.”
Justin nodded and rose. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear. Then he felt dumb because he was still wearing his socks, so he sat down to tug them off. Then, his body alight with nervous tension, he lay back on the bed, resisting the urge to grab a pillow to cover his junk.
Del took a bottle of something from his bedside drawer, and set it down beside Justin. Lube. It had to be lube. Then Del took his pants off as well, and Justin’s heart caught in his throat as he saw Del’s dick. It was already half-hard, like just the thought of doing this—with Justin—was enough to turn him on. Del caught him looking and smiled. “You like what you see?”
Justin nodded, eyes wide. He liked it…but it also didn’t seem possible that Del’s dick would fit in his ass. Not without hurting like hell, at least.