Mike became suddenly aware that he was practically naked, like completely naked, in front of his crush. His laughter died, and he stared down at his body. What would Ryan think of him? He wasn't much to look at, and it wasn't just a figure of speech. He was pretty small, and his cock was average, he liked to think. Hesitantly, he raised his eyes, only to witness Ryan's hungry stare.
His breathing caught in his chest; Mike bit his lips and swallowed hard. He had known for a while now the depth and weight of his attraction toward Ryan. He hadn't stopped to think too much of how Ryan felt about it all; it looked like there was no point in having doubts or worries. That look said everything he needed to know.
"I," he started, not knowing what he wanted to say.
Ryan moved and straddled him, his body hard above, pressing him down. Mike didn't hesitate to open his mouth and receive Ryan's tongue that seemed as bent on penetration as its master's other parts. One of them, in particular, was a hot pulsing thing, conveniently aligned with Mike's cock. At this point, Mike wasn't even sure of what he wanted. Ryan kissed like a superstar, not that Mike had a clear idea of what that meant, but it sounded cool and accurate in his head. His kiss was everything; it made Mike's heart beat wildly, his mind forget all coherent thought, and his entire body was yearning for nothing else but Ryan's touch.
A hand was teasing his nipples, while their kiss grew savage. There was so much repressed desire that Mike feared that they might go mad, or explode, or do something crazy like in the movies. Asked what that could be, he wouldn't answer. His mind was gone, his body was hot, and there was just one thing he cared about.
He was with Ryan, and it was no dream. He was Ryan's boyfriend - just how insane that sounded? - and it was for real. And soon, Ryan would make love to him, as he had dreamed of for so long.
"I'll be back. Don't go anywhere, please," Ryan said as he moved away with evident reluctance.
Mike nodded, his mouth throbbing where Ryan had kissed him hard. He looked after his lover as he moved around the room. When they had met the first time, Mike had thought of Ryan as a handsome man. Seeing him naked was another thing entirely. He had a hard, muscular body, lean where needed, tough, too. Could it be that he practiced some sports? That was another thing for him to learn. No one had that kind of an attractive body without working hard, as Mike knew from his friend Adrian.
Ryan crouched to look for things in a drawer, and Mike straightened up to admire the line of his back. He bit back a whimper as he took in Ryan's ass, firm and round, and he couldn't believe that his mind was taking him back to his stupid fetish. Ryan had no qualms with letting his body hair grow, and although he was not some bear in the sense of the word Mike knew, he was plenty of his favorite animal.
He shook his head. It was clear as day that Ryan topped, and Mike wouldn't blow it by asking him if he didn't mind getting fucked in the ass. It was something Mike could live with. Ryan stood up and turned. He held a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands and seemed relieved. "I cannot believe that I thought I didn't have any around. Phew, dodged a bullet there."
Mike blinked. "So, you don't usually bring your lovers home?"
Ryan laughed. "What lovers?"
Mike swallowed. "Well, you know. People you hook up with."
"It might surprise you, my cute Micah, but the way I hooked up with you that evening is not my usual MO. From the moment I took over the company from my uncle, I didn't have time to land a boyfriend. Until now."
Mike's surprise came from a different source. "Are you trying to tell me that you haven't slept with anyone since you that time?"
Ryan offered him another broad smile. "Yeah. It looks like a super cute redhead blew my mind just as I barely got here, to this city, and he was a tough act to follow."
Mike grinned. That was him. The super cute redhead was him. "But, what about before?"
Ryan sighed. "This house is relatively new as my residence. And, before, let's say that I preferred other venues for carrying on with my affairs."
Mike could tell Ryan was pulling his leg a little. There would be time later to ask more questions. It looked like Ryan was fighting certain urges that weren't unfamiliar to him, either. Ryan's cock bounced as he climbed on the bed. Mike remembered it, but he reached for it with one hand. A satisfied moan from Ryan rewarded him for his actions.
Ryan kissed him quickly. "I know you must want to ask me a ton of questions. And if you want us to talk -"
"Let's don't," Mike said abruptly. He began to move his hand on Ryan's cock up and down and locked his eyes with his lover's. "It doesn't matter the order."
"The order?" Ryan asked. His eyes flashed with new desire.
"Of things. I don't even know what it should be."
Ryan teased him, leaning forward, but making sure not to allow Mike to let go of his cock. "What we should do now, per the order of things you want?"
Mike couldn't believe his ears as he spoke. "Let's fuck."
All right, he could have said it nicer, like 'let's make love', but it looked like his words had the desired effect on Ryan, who attacked him with his mouth again. This time, Mike's lips weren't the only prey. Soon, he was a mess of sensations, as Ryan's mouth moved slower, his teeth grazing the skin of his neck and chest in passing.
Mike let out a small moan as Ryan reached between his legs and took him in his mouth. How long had he dreamed of this? He was sure that lately, he hadn't jerked off to porn at all; he had had enough material, and other men couldn't do it for him anymore.
But reality was everything imaginary adventures weren't. Ryan's tongue wrapping around his cock and doing strange, wonderful things seemed like nothing Mike could have ever imagined. His cock was in heaven, just like him.
"Oh, fuck," he shouted when he realized that, lost in the sensation, he hadn't bothered to keep himself in check.
The pressure, the hotness, the up and down moves of that sexy mouth, were all too much. Mike tried to push Ryan away at the last moment, but he met resistance, so, embarrassed as he was, he exploded in his lover's mouth, while strong hands kept him down, making it impossible for him to move.
He threw one arm over his eyes. Good going, Mike. What would Ryan think of him now?
"You know, I think I told you before that I thought you must be sweet. Now I have the confirmation that you're sweet everywhere," Ryan said, pulling him out of his instant self-loathing, which was challenging to do while coming down from that high.
Mike put down his arm and stared at Ryan. "I came in your mouth," he mumbled. "Like a rude person. I mean, like an asshole."
Ryan was still between his legs, and he stared at him. Mike gasped when Ryan moved one hand to caress his balls and then snuck it lower between his butt cheeks. "I think I know what I want as compensation."
"Of course," Mike murmured. "How should I sit?" Not on all fours, please. Mike thought the look from behind had to be the most unflattering he could offer.
Ryan laughed. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Micah. And I've wanted to taste you for so long."
"But, that time," Mike protested, "you didn't come in my mouth."
"We weren't boyfriends then." Everything Ryan said poured so naturally out of his mouth that Mike felt unnatural envy toward him. He would either have to learn the secret to do that or ask for lessons.
Ryan kissed his spent cock. Then he looked at him again. "What's bothering you?"
"I'm a total klutz," Mike moaned. "I don't know how to behave."
"Is that all? Then let me guide you. Come sit nicely on all fours, and present your lovely ass to me."
Mike covered his eyes again.
"What? What did I say?" Ryan's voice was teasing, but even Mike was capable of realizing that he shouldn't put the man's impatience to the test.
"I don't have a sexy ass," Mike whispered.
"Ah, how about you let me be the judge of that? Come. Do as I say, and if by the end of it all, you don't like what I'm about to do to you, feel free to tell me. I'll never transgress again."
"You can do anything you want," Mike replied, although he wasn't sure his meek voice could pass as determination.
