Authors: Lisa Wilde
T
HAT NIGHT Henry took Ryan out to dinner in the North End. Ryan said he loved Italian food, so what better place to go? The night was perfect for a bike ride. Henry wasn’t sure how Ryan felt about riding, but to his relief, Ryan loved it. After a dinner of sirloin tips pizzaiola for Henry and vegetable lasagna for Ryan, they walked around and talked about college days, leftovers in hand.
They discussed crazy things they had done. Ryan had many more tales to tell than Henry did. Which wasn’t such a big surprise; of all of his siblings, he had always been the quietest and most reserved. He was also the one always told not to tell mom and dad when the others got into trouble. Even in school, he partied and had lots of friends, but he never really got in trouble. He never wanted to take risks; they made him too anxious and he typically didn’t enjoy them. He was not an adrenaline junkie like Pat, who had done everything that a typical teenager would do and then some.
They stopped for gelato, then continued their walk.
“So Henry, how did you know that it was me on stage that night you went to the show, you never said?” Ryan asked scooping some of the dessert into his mouth.
Henry finished his bite before answering. “I don’t know; it wasn’t right away. There was something familiar, so I asked Jackie for the program and looked for a name. There you were.” Henry continued to eat, looking straight ahead silently cursing himself for bringing up Jackie. She was a buzz kill topic.
Ryan nodded, “So, tell me about Jackie.”
“Do I have to?” Henry grimaced as he asked.
“Yes, you have to,” Ryan persisted.
Henry let out a deep breath. “Jackie’s cousin Tara is married to my brother Pat. That’s how I met her. We were never really a good match. But my family wanted it so bad, and I liked having the company sometimes. Once she got comfortable though, she changed.”
“What do you mean
got comfortable
, was she living with you?”
“What, no. Hell no. After a few months, she just started to act different. But I could tell that the way she was acting was the real her. She was rude and kind of obnoxious. She was pretty pushy with me.”
“Sounds like fun,” Ryan grinned and continued eating, encouraging Henry to keep talking.
“Yeah, not so much. I wanted to end it long before I actually did. But I don’t know, I don’t have a problem being alone, it was just easier to have something familiar rather than start all over again. Pretty shitty when I say it out loud.” Henry stated, laughing without mirth.
“No, I get it.” Ryan smiled at him.
Henry shrugged. Then he told Ryan about the day they had broken up.
They had a few minutes of silence before Henry spoke again.
“You looked incredible up there. I was so stunned when I realized that it was you.”
“Really?”
Henry saw a blush creep up onto Ryan’s cheeks. “Really,” Henry confirmed.
“Thanks. It’s a good show. Tell me a funny story Henry.”
That topic change was unexpected. “Okay…a funny story. I‘m not that funny, Ryan. Let me see. Oh, okay I have one. So once when Pat and I were kids, we were out in the backyard playing and we saw smoke coming out of the side of the house. Pat said that the house was on fire; we needed to save our family and our home. So he went and got the hose and turned it on. He stuck it in the hole where the smoke was coming from. He made me help him push the hose in as far as it would reach. We held it there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the smoke stopped coming out, and Pat went to shut the water off. We ran in the house to tell our mother that we have saved everyone and the house. My mom was so confused; she kept asking “what hole are you talking about, what smoke?” Well, I took her by the hand and dragged her outside to show her. I remember being so proud of myself. When we got outside and Pat and I showed her how we had saved the house, she freaked and started yelling; not at us, just yelling. Turns out, the house was not actually on fire. It was the dryer vent. We had shoved the garden hose in the dryer vent and flooded it.”
Ryan laughed so hard that he could barely catch his breath, that made Henry laugh, as well at the memory. His parents never punished them for that. They weren’t happy, but they said that he and Pat had tried to do the right thing and couldn’t be in trouble for that.
When they got back to the spot where Henry had parked the bike, Ryan was feeling good; he was hoping that Henry wanted to stay. Hoped that he would be able to convince him to stay the night, he didn’t think that Henry would just ask. Despite the good time they had just had, earlier in the night Ryan had wanted to throttle him. Henry walked out the other morning and Ryan hated how much that bothered him. Granted, his casual hook-ups had been few and far between, but for some reason he didn’t feel that way about Henry. Then tonight when Henry had walked in on him, he was somewhat embarrassed. Which was odd as well, he did not embarrass easily. He was completely comfortable with his body and jerking off in front of someone you’re intimate with was perfectly acceptable to him. In fact, Ryan encouraged it whenever possible, it was a turn on. So why had he been so upset tonight? Had he been over-thinking things with Henry? He never over thought things. Suddenly he found himself wanting Henry around more. What did that mean? Maybe it was just loneliness?
Things had taken a positive turn, so Ryan was going to rein himself in from all this new found neediness and just enjoy it. After they both had their helmets on, Henry climbed on the bike. Standing it up, he looked to Ryan; his eyes were showcased within the confines of the head gear. They looked beautiful and warm. Ryan had wanted Henry to stay before, but now he had the sudden urge to drag
Henry back to his place. He wanted them do everything Henry was uneasy with. He wanted to make him feel comfortable and happy. He wanted to Henry to be buried deep inside him. See his face as he came. Have Henry suck and lick him, until he was begging …
“You okay?”
Henry’s voice broke through his lust-filled reverie. Ryan just nodded. Climbing on the back of the bike, he wrapped his arms around Henry. He felt him go rigid and then his hand came down to rest on Ryan’s knee. He gave it a squeeze and Ryan returned the sentiment by tightening his hold on Henry’s middle. When Henry let go and put his hands on the handle bars, Ryan noticed the white knuckled grip he had on them under the street lights. Once they pulled out into traffic, Ryan tried to adjust himself. Without the use of his hands it was damn near impossible. The bike swayed slightly and Ryan sat up straighter. It took him a minute of deep thought to realize what had happened. After his sex thoughts he had become hard. He didn’t give it a second thought but Henry must have felt it against his back. Then Ryan went and made it worse by grinding. Ryan laughed to himself, it didn’t take much to get a rise out of Henry. This time Ryan hadn’t even been trying.
W
HEN THEY got back to the loft, Henry went upstairs with Ryan. He hadn’t planned on staying long; it was a work night for him; but after he’d felt Ryan’s hard cock pressed up against his back he prayed to God he would be staying.
Ryan dropped his keys on the island and took off his jacket, flinging it on top of a bar stool. He went to the fridge and grabbed two bottled waters and passed one to Henry. Henry popped the cap on his and took a long enough drink to empty half the bottle. Then he put it back down, replacing the cover. He noticed Ryan take a gulp of water and toss his head back. It looked as though he were swallowing a pill or something.
“Headache?” Henry asked concerned.
“Yeah, a little bit, no worries. I’ll be right out; make yourself comfortable.” Ryan went into the bathroom. Henry took off his jacket, put it on the stool with Ryan’s and turned around to admire the loft. Not that he hadn’t the night of the party but it looked much different when it wasn’t full of people. Now it looked so serene, and for a modern place, it looked very … cozy. Almost immediately, the silks caught his eye, over in the corner near the large, floor to ceiling windows. He wondered if you could see Ryan and those swaths from the street below. Henry walked over to look out the window and down. The building across the street was not level with Ryan’s, only three floors high. Henry made a note to do the creeper thing and stand in front of that window when he left and see if he was able to see in here. Yep, he had issues, and he was starting to embrace them. When he backed up, he felt the silk caress his neck; he leaned into them, turning his face so that they caressed his cheek. He had been having fantasies about Ryan and him and these silks. As he recalled them, he began to get hard. He ran a hand down one and then back up grasping it and looking up to where it connected with the ceiling. He gave it several tugs, each one with a bit more force.
“You know you would have to pull a hell of a lot harder than that and even then your chances aren’t good.”
Henry startled at the sound of Ryan’s voice; he hadn’t heard him come out of the bathroom. He wondered how long he’d been standing there watching him. Not that he was doing anything unsavory, but still. Henry let go of the silk and opened his mouth to say something, but at a loss, he just let out an embarrassed laugh.
Henry nodded, blushing, and walked past Ryan who had a knowing grin on his face. Hell, why was he so embarrassed? He needed to get it together. He was most likely going to
go
all
the
way
with Ryan tonight; this made him laugh again. It sounded like something he would have said when he was a preteen.
Once Henry was behind the privacy of the bathroom door, he gave a quick, light slap to both of his cheeks, then turned to take a piss. When he was done, he washed his hands and then paused for a moment. Maybe he could ‘freshen up the under carriage’, a term Pat liked to use, before going back out there. But he needed to hurry, or Ryan would wonder what he was doing in here. He took a wash cloth and some of Ryan's shower gel and made quick work of freshening up. Tossed the wet rag in the hamper the whole time wondering what was going to happen tonight. Technically, he knew what could happen. But this was new territory for him, so he just decided to let Ryan lead him. It had worked for him so far.
When Henry came out of the bathroom, he noticed that Ryan had put on music and had poured two glasses of white wine. Henry was glad; he hated red. Had he mentioned that to Ryan? Ryan walked over to him with a goofy grin on his face and handed Henry a glass.
“Thank you.” Henry hadn’t been too nervous before, but he was now. He polished off his wine and asked for more.
“Are you staying?” Ryan asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Do you want me to?”
“What do you think? I’m not giving you more until you say yes,” Ryan held the bottle close to his chest.
“Well, since I really want more…wine, then I guess I don’t have a choice,” Henry said holding out his glass.
“I guess you don’t.” Ryan grinned and poured him more.
Ryan had the bottle of wine in one hand. He took Henry by the other and walked them back to the bedroom. He set the bottle down on the nightstand. Henry watched as he started stripping. Henry finished off the glass and walked over to the nightstand, hesitating when he went to pick the bottle back up. He debated pouring another glass.
“Do you really need all that liquid courage to be with me?” Ryan asked.
“No,” was all he said, stressing the word. He began to take his clothes off, much slower than Ryan had. He was sure that Ryan could see him shaking.
Ryan stood there and watched him for a moment. Then he crawled up on to the bed, lying back with his hands behind his head and legs crossed at the ankle watching Henry. Ryan gave him a reassuring nod. Henry stumbled trying to get his pants off. Ryan watching him like that had him flushed, embarrassed, and
really
turned on. When Henry was naked, he began to climb in next to Ryan, but Ryan pulled Henry on top of him and spread his legs to accommodate him. Henry adjusted his position a bit, and then he propped himself up on his elbows on the bed on either side of Ryan’s head and threaded his fingers through Ryan's hair. He leaned down to kiss him; Ryan met him halfway and began to thrust his hips upward. He trailed his fingertips down Henry's back and over his ass, scoring his skin, causing goosebumps to break out all over Henry’s body.
Henry broke the kiss to say something, but before he could get the words out, he gasped as Ryan reached between them and grasped Henry’s dick in his hand. Henry looked down at him and was rewarded with that crooked, sexy as fuck grin; Ryan biting the corner of his lower lip. It was his signature move. That was how Henry would refer to it now. Ryan pumped him a few times, Henry latched onto his neck. Ryan leaned toward the bedside table, but he couldn’t seem to reach. Henry pulled off of his neck and offered to help.
“The condoms and the lube are in there,” Ryan said sounding a bit breathless.
Henry reached over himself and fumbled blindly through the drawer. When he accidentally turned something on, he pulled his hand back quickly.
“What the fuck!”
Ryan started laughing and pushing Henry off him knelt up to reach the drawer. Something was purring, Ryan pulled the object out and switched it off before waving it in front of Henry’s face.
“Do you really use that?” Henry asked, scandalized.
“I sure do, you want to play with it? Don’t worry it’s clean.” Ryan took the toy and placed the tip of it against Henry’s collarbone, tracing a line down his chest. When he reached Henry’s navel, he flipped the switch back on and Henry jerked upright.
Ryan was laughing when he said, “Maybe another time, baby steps.” He winked at Henry, flipped the switch off and tossed it back in the drawer, pulling out a condom and bottle of lube. Then tossing them on the bed by Henry’s hip. Henry was just watching him.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just, you surprised me I guess.”
“Why because of the vibrator? Maybe you shouldn’t look in that drawer anytime soon. Because if you’re that shocked by the vibe…yeah, don’t go in the drawer. You’re so not ready.”
Henry reddened with embarrassment. He would never admit to Ryan that he was naive enough to think that only women had those things. He was hesitant to admit that now he was intrigued and terrified to see what else was in that drawer.
Ryan leaned in for a kiss, “Sometime soon we’ll go through the toy box and I can show you everything.” His voice flowed into a seductive tone, “I can demonstrate how everything works and you can try out whatever you want. Does that sound like fun?” Ryan said with a lift of his eyebrows.
Henry swallowed and reached up to grab Ryan’s face and pull him down for a kiss. Feeling more turned on than ever now that he had images in his mind of whatever Ryan could possibly have in that drawer; and how and what he could demonstrate. Henry had thought about the things that they had done, the things they could do and hopefully
would
do. He wanted to ask Ryan questions but he just didn’t have the courage, yet. For now he would just follow Ryan’s lead. Ryan already knew that he was inexperienced where sex with men was concerned. He wanted desperately to talk to him about things that he thought about. Like pain and being clean and expectations with men versus women. With Ryan, he just felt at ease and that all of his questions and trepidation were not enough to scare him off. He trusted him, and for now that was all he needed to know.
Henry watched in awe as Ryan picked up the lube and poured it on his own fingers. He reached behind himself, and Henry knew exactly what he was doing. He wished he could see it, but he was letting Ryan lead the way, so he stayed put. Ryan’s movements were slow and seductive, his eyes never leaving Henry’s face. He had his free hand on Henry's abdomen, dragging it down Henry's body and then up to grasp his own cock. Leaning back and rocking on his own hand, rolling his head and moaning. Then he scooted himself back until his face was in Henry’s groin; he inhaled then licked the crease of his groin and bit down lightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to cause Henry to flinch. Ryan chuckled and went to work sucking Henry, very methodically.
As much as Henry was enjoying that attention if he was expected to do anymore, Ryan needed to stop now. He tugged on Ryan’s shoulders gently, Ryan got the message and straightened back up. He grabbed the condom from Henry’s side and tore it open with his teeth. Tossing the foil wrapper over his shoulder Ryan rolled it down onto Henry. He scooted back up and over Henry’s groin. He pulled his knees up, so he was on his feet squatting over Henry and leaned down for one more kiss. Henry watched as Ryan took him in hand and started to lower himself onto Henry's dick, little by little. Henry was mesmerized; he had dreamed about this a million times. He was trying to watch Ryan's face and his lower half simultaneously, which was not working. Henry chose to watch their bodies connect, in the most intimate way possible. When he heard a noise escape Ryan’s throat he had to look up to his face. Henry wasn’t sure what looked better. Ryan’s body sinking onto his or Ryan’s face contorting with what he hoped and what seemed like pleasure.
When Ryan was fully seated on Henry, he was still for a moment, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. Henry had a death grip on Ryan's hips. His first thought was,
damn that is going to leave bruises
and second,
I need him to move, fuck move why aren’t you moving!?
Maybe if he wasn’t holding his hips in a vise.
Henry slid his hands down Ryan's thighs, loving the feel of the coarse hair there. He would never get used to that feeling; he didn't want to, not because it was a bad thing, but because the thrill it gave him was so intense. It reminded him where he was and who he was with. When Henry began to run his fingertips over Ryan’s thighs, Ryan leaned down and licked Henry's lips then rose back up to the point where he had raised himself on Henry's thighs and started to move.
Sweet baby Jesus.
Ryan was gliding back and forth, his body bowed back. He looked unbelievable. He rode Henry this way for gloriously long minutes and then he bent himself to lean over Henry's chest. Up until this time, Henry had only been lightly thrusting upward with his hips, imitating the way he would have had he been with a girl, gentle.
“Move, Henry. You’re not going to hurt me.” Ryan breathed into his ear. Henry’s breath came out in a rush. He moaned and rubbed his hands up over Ryan's chest and down his thighs to his knees. “Come on,” Ryan prodded and punctuated it with an upward motion followed by a downward thrust. They both cried out, and Henry arched up off the bed momentarily. Ryan bit his chin. Henry gave a few small thrusts. Ryan’s enthusiastic moans had Henry leaning up on one elbow and wrapping his other arm around Ryan's waist and slamming into him one time. He was still holding back, but not much.
He wanted to see, hear, feel, Ryan’s reaction. He wasn’t disappointed. Ryan smiled and moaned yes. Henry repeated this about a half dozen more times; every thrust a little less restrained than the one before it. Then Henry stopped holding Ryan so tightly and pulled himself all the way up to a sitting position and wrapped both arms around Ryan's waist and began pounding into him again, with all the energy he could, like his life depended on it. Henry was clinging to Ryan’s chest and muttering to himself, still feeling surreal about what was happening. Ryan met every thrust enthusiastically. Ryan scooted them back, giving himself the space needed to grab the headboard with one hand and hold onto Henry's shoulder with the other. They didn’t last much longer. Henry was so caught up he almost missed the warmth spreading on his chest, mingling with the slickness of their sweat. When he realized that Ryan had just come on his stomach, it didn’t take much longer to send him over the edge.
He clung to Ryan while he rode out the orgasm, his body convulsing. Ryan kissed the top of his head, and when Henry finally loosened his hold, Ryan climbed off and left the room without a word. Henry didn’t know what to say or do. Did he do something wrong? He sat there thinking about how he had just had the best sex of his life and that maybe Ryan didn’t feel the same way. He was just about to get off the bed, get rid of the condom and get dressed. When Ryan came back, he had a face cloth over his forearm and water, an ashtray and his cigarettes in his hands. He handed Henry the wet cloth. It was nice and warm. Henry made quick work of removing the condom, tying it off and cleaning himself. He tossed the used rag on the floor beside the bed with the condom on top of it. When he was finished, he turned back toward Ryan who was lying next to him, a cigarette already lit. He was still naked, legs crossed at the ankle with the ash tray resting on his chest and one arm behind his head. He smiled at Henry.