Graham gasped as the cold lube covered his shaft.
“You good?” Archie asked
“Yeah,” Graham nodded. “Just cold.”
“Sorry,” Archie smiled bashfully, coating it over his shaft. The slick liquid warmed with Archie's touch, and Graham's erection somehow throbbed even harder, putting any of his performance concerns to bed. He was already leaking precum, aroused as much by the feeling of anticipation as the feeling of Archie's hand on him.
Satisfied, Archie squeezed another glob of lube onto his hand and reached behind him, applying it to his hole. He shivered at the contact, a small yelp escaping his lips.
“It is cold,” he grinned.
“Told you,” Graham smirked.
“Ready?”
Graham nodded and swallowed hard.
Archie closed the bottle and tossed it against the headboard. He shuffled forward, positioning himself over Graham's hips. His erection stood straight out, pointing at Graham like something from a 3D movie. Reaching behind him, he took hold of Graham's shaft, angling it upward and into position, the head of it making contact with the crease between Archie's cheeks. Very slowly, Archie lowered himself down.
The sensation was incredible. Archie's body squeezed around him, tight and hot, his muscles instinctively resisting the intrusion. Archie rocked up and down slowly, sinking a fraction of an inch further with each thrust. Graham couldn't fathom the pressure, the tightness, the intensity of it. He looked up at Archie, expecting to see a grimace of pain but finding only a look of intense concentration. Graham felt himself slide slowly deeper into Archie, felt Archie's body press back against him, make room for him, until somehow, miraculously, he felt Archie's haunches come to rest against Graham's thighs.
Archie let out a deep sigh, his chest and shoulders deflating as he relaxed onto Graham. Heat radiated from Graham's cock to the rest of his body, threatening a climax.
“Holy shit,” Graham exhaled.
“You okay?” Archie asked.
“Yeah,” Graham nodded breathlessly. “This is just…intense.”
“Tell me about it. You're kind of a lot to take in.” He winked, and Graham had to try not to blow his load right then and there.
“Are you good?” Graham asked.
Archie nodded. “Yeah, just taking a second to adjust. It's been a minute since I've done this so…gotta ease into it.”
“Take your time,” Graham chuckled, steadying his breathing. “Full disclosure, I don't think I'm gonna last long.”
“Oh, don't worry,” Archie cocked an eyebrow. “We can go slow. I got nowhere to be.”
He started to rock up and down, slowly riding Graham's cock. He leaned his hands forward, bracing himself on Graham's chest for support, staring down at him with a look of bewilderment and awe.
Graham's mind didn't know what to do with the signals it received from his body. The pleasure was so potent, so powerful, it overwhelmed his senses. It was like taking a pull straight from the bottle after one too many watered-down drinks, shocking and unexpected.
He could feel Archie's body adjusting to Graham's presence, his grip relaxing as his movements became more fluid and full. Archie's thrusts rode the length of Graham's shaft, floating at the top like the crest of a wave before breaking back down on his body. Graham became aware of a dull, steady noise, which he realized came from him – a feral, uninhibited moan.
As awareness came back into his body, he reached for Archie's thighs. He massaged them, squeezing his muscle and grazing his skin as they flexed and released. He found Archie's hips, holding onto them as they rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm.
Archie sat up, placing his arms on the small of his back as he bounced up and down with abandon. He closed his eyes, his head hanging heavily as he surrendered to the heat. Graham looked up at his body in disbelief, wondering how anyone, how anything could ever be so beautiful. An unprecedented lust came over him, a covetousness, a desire to possess, to dominate, to surrender, to consume Archie from the inside out. He gazed enviously at Archie's trim waist, at his rippling abs, at his sculpted chest and toned shoulders, the desire to be Archie melding indistinguishably with the desire to ravage him. It was the purest, rawest attraction Graham had ever felt in his life. He took a breath and surrendered to it.
His hands traveled up Archie's stomach, gripping and squeezing his chest. The feeling was different – firm muscle in place of soft breast – but no less intoxicating. He brushed his thumbs over Archie's pert nipples and took hold of Archie's sides as he began to buck his hips up off of the mattress and into Archie. He groaned, opening his eyes and looking down at Graham with burning eyes. He nodded his head, mouth hanging open, brow furrowed. He fell forward again, bracing his arms on Graham's strong chest while Graham thrusted into him.
“Oh my God,” Archie gasped. “Your cock feels so good.”
“Your ass feels amazing,” Graham growled.
“It's yours whenever you want it,” Archie purred.
A deep, guttural moan escaped Graham's lips, and he cupped Archie's ass in his hands, spreading it, giving himself even more access to Archie's most intimate parts. The room echoed with the sound of heavy breathing, low moans, and slapping skin, neither aware of what sounds belonged to which throat. Archie leaned down, his mouth descending on Graham’s like lightning from a stormcloud. His tongue dove into Graham's mouth, their lips parting impossibly wide, trying to claim every additional millimeter of contact they could find. They melted, dissolving into one another until Archie had to come up for air. Graham's hips fell to the mattress, his lungs burning from the exertion.
“You know,” Archie said through gasping breaths. “For a first-timer, you're pretty fucking good at this.”
Despite the humor, Graham beamed with pride, the truth of Archie's statement resonating deeply within him. He was right – Graham had had nothing to be nervous about. Being with Archie was as natural as breathing.
“You make it pretty easy,” Graham chuckled.
Archie smiled, leaned down and kissed him tenderly. Graham felt the muscles squeeze around his shaft, and he moaned into Archie's lips.
“I kinda want you on top of me,” Archie said shyly as they pulled their lips apart.
Graham nodded. “Yes.”
They rolled over, trading places on the bed. Archie fell back against the mattress, his hands resting beside his head. His face was flushed and his hair was dishevelled and he looked absolutely breathtaking. Graham climbed onto his knees, positioning himself between Archie's legs which were spread wide. He rested back on his ankles, stroking himself lightly, taking in the sight of Archie's body sprawled out beneath him.
“What?” Archie asked, smiling affectionately.
Graham looked up, startled.
“I was just thinking,” he started. “If you'd told me a month ago my work trip would lead to this I would've said you were insane.”
Archie laughed. “Would you still have agreed to it?”
“Knowing what I know now?” Graham smirked. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm while positioning his cock with the other. Archie shuffled his hips, pulling his knees up by chest making himself more accessible. Graham grazed his hole a few times, eliciting a rough growl from Archie.
“You tease,” he smirked.
Graham cocked an eyebrow. “You questioning my methods?”
“No, I just really want you back inside me.”
“Yes, sir,” Graham obliged. He pressed against Achie, sliding easily back inside him. Already Graham was growing used to this feeling, like being inside Archie was the only place he wanted to be, the only place he belonged.He began to thrust, holding himself above Archie, watching the waves of pleasure crash over his face. The sensations were different in this position, the thrusts deeper. Graham felt his balls knock against Archie's backside with each drive, sending even more stimulation through his body.
Graham settled into a rhythm, making minor adjustments to gain more leverage, more speed, more access into Archie's body. Archie bent himself impossibly, molding into whatever Graham needed in that moment. He reached up and wrapped his hands around Graham's neck, holding tightly as Graham drove into him. Archie's face revealed his awe, his lust, his pleasure, his bewilderment, his affection without a trace of self-consciousness, opening himself completely, physically and emotionally to Graham.
“Fuck, Graham,” he gasped. “This is amazing.”
“Archie,” Graham moaned.
“Fuck me,” Archie purred.
He dropped to his forearms, burying his face in Archie's neck. Heat radiated between their bodies, burning like the sun, while Graham bucked like a wild animal. Archie's arms enclosed around Graham's shoulders, his legs around Graham's hips.
Graham could feel the pressure starting to rise within him, beginning in the very core of his soul and spreading up, out into his body, like the first rays of dawn breaking across the dull blue morning. He lost control of his body. His hips moved frantically, furiously; his cock drove mercilessly in and out, chasing its reward like a dog on the hunt. Air came in short, erratic bursts into his lungs, his moans raising in pitch and volume. He felt the urge to stop, to rest, to regain control of his muscles and senses, but his body forged on, like a runner in sight of the finish line.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “I'm getting close.”
“Fuck yes,” Archie growled. “I want you to cum inside me. Fucking come for me, please.”
Those words, the raspy, breathless quality of Archie's voice, pushed Graham over the edge. He felt the first rumblings deep in his gut before the first wave exploded, ripping through Graham like an atomic bomb. He cried out, muscles tensed, his teeth grabbing hold of Archie's neck as the second wave followed. The sheer force of it, accompanied by the dull roar in his ears, reminded Graham of a childhood tornado that had torn through his neighborhood, an awe-inspiring force of nature that had fascinated and frightened him in equal measure. His back and legs spasmed while he clung to Archie for support, the first pinpricks of tears stinging his eyes, until the shockwaves subsided, the storm passed, and Graham collapsed onto Archie's torso.
It was several minutes before Graham had the strength to lift himself, to remove his deflating cock from Archie and roll over onto the mattress. His breath was shaky, his muscles even moreso. He fought back an urge to cry, not from any emotion but from the sudden drop of adrenaline.
“Holy shit,” he heard Archie exhale.
Graham forced himself to open his eyes, to turn and look at Archie in the aftermath. His chest heaved; his eyes were closed; his arm lay across his forehead. Spasms shook his shoulder, his leg, his abs. His cock lay against his stomach, an enormous pool of cum spreading across his abs.
“That was fucking insane,” said Archie.
“Did you, uh…” Graham began, looking at Archie's stomach. “Finish?”
“Yeah,” Archie laughed. “And then some.”
“Damn,” Graham marveled. He was a little speechless. He was dimly aware of the possibility of a prostate orgasm but he didn't think they were very common or easily achieved. It piqued his curiosity “Have you…done that before?”
“No,” Archie chuckled. He opened his eyes and looked at Graham, the honesty visible on his face. “No, that was a first for me.”
“I didn't really know that was possible,” Graham admitted.
“Well,” Archie smirked. “Considering this was your first time, I think you should be pretty proud.”
Graham laughed. “So it was….good?”
Archie's hand found his and squeezed it reassuringly.
“You've gotta stop trying so hard,” he said gently.
Graham rolled his eyes. “I know, I know.”
“But yes. That was beyond good. Was it good for you?”
Graham shook his head. “Good doesn't even cover it. I think I died there for a second.” Archie laughed. “No really! I think I saw my entire childhood. At one point there was a bright light. I saw the other side.”
“I believe it, you went fucking feral there for minute.”
“Sorry,” Graham said ruefully.
“Oh, don't be. I loved it.” He smiled. “More of that please.”
Graham stared into his eyes, which glowed brightly with kindness and joy and post-orgasmic bliss, and once again he felt that familiar pull on his chest, like a rope losing its slack, threatening to drag Graham along.
“I'll get your towel,” he offered.
Archie cleaned himself up while Graham collapsed on the bed, laying on his side, his head resting on his hand. All dried off, Archie mirrored him, snuggling in against the pillow, bringing their eyes level. They stared at each other for a long, silent minute before Archie finally smiled.
“What?” he asked, amused.
“Nothing,” Graham shook his head. “I just…I like this.”
“I like it, too. A lot.” Archie smiled kindly. “So are you excited to get back home?”
“Honestly? No,” Graham laughed. “No, I’m really not.”
“I’m sorry.” Archie’s face scrunched sympathetically.
“Yeah,” Graham sighed. “I think Julie’s started dating someone. I’m afraid I’ll have to meet him.”
He hadn’t meant to share this. He’d sat on the discovery all week, opting for the out-of-sight-and-out-of-mind approach. Most of all, he hadn’t wanted to burden Archie with his confusion, but with reality on the horizon he found the weight of this secret increasingly heavy.
“Oh shit,” Archie’s eyebrows raise. “How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know,” Graham pursed his lips. “A part of me feels like I shouldn’t care. Like it’s hypocritical to care. I mean, this was inevitable, right? And it’s not like I haven’t…I mean –” he gestured down at their bodies, chuckling. “But a part of it really fucking sucks. I just…didn’t think this would happen so soon.”
They were quiet for a minute.
“Sorry,” Graham continued. “I shouldn’t be dumping this on you. I feel like I’m ruining the moment.”
Archie shrugged.
“I feel like the moment has room for both. And, you know,” he reached for Graham’s hand on the mattress, “even though you’re back home you can still, like, text me or call me or whatever.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! At this point, it would be weird to not hear from you for two days.”
He was right. Somehow, Archie had become the one consistent thing in Graham’s life – he was the one person Graham knew he’d hear from, the one person he could share news with and talk about his day, the one person he knew would care whether his day had been good or bad or just boring. That couldn’t just stop because of a change of scenery.
“Okay, then. I will.”
They lay there for a while, cuddling and kissing and chatting as if they had all the time in the world, until eventually their eyelids grew heavy and their yawns grew frequent. As they turned out the lights, they resituated themselves under the covers – Graham’s hand rested on Archie’s neck, Archie’s hand on Graham’s bicep. Their foreheads pressed together, an intimacy far more powerful than any of their sexual exploits thus far. Graham felt it hovering over them, sacred and terrifying.
“Goodnight, Archie,” Graham whispered, his voice filling the small pocket of space between them.
“Goodnight, Graham.”
He leaned forward and kissed Archie tenderly, a kiss that communicated a thousand things he feared he’d never find the words to say. And yet, as their lips touched, tension melted from Graham’s body, like the last traces of snow disappearing with the Spring. When Archie pulled away, he took a piece of Graham with him.
