He laughs at that, shaking his head at me. “Good luck with that. Let me know when puberty hits.”

“Fuck you. I can totally grow a beard.” I shove him playfully, and then he shoves me back. It turns into a full-on war, wrestling for dominance, and the lithe fucker somehow ends up on top with my arms pinned above me. I have at least fifteen pounds of muscle on him, but he’s fast.

“Cannot,” he laughs, leaning down to run his cheek over mine. “But I like this little bit of stubble you have going on. Even if it took you three weeks to grow it.”

“Fucker.” I struggle underneath him, but it’s halfhearted.

“Hey, Kingston?” His voice is a quiet rasp into my ear, his chest pressed against mine as he straddles my body. Our cocks are already hard from the close contact.

“Yeah?”

I hear him swallow and swear I can feel his heart pounding against mine. “Fuck me.”

It’s said like a demand, but his voice shakes when he says it. “What?” I breathe, my heart rate kicking up.

“Please?” It’s a question, and he won’t look at me, still lying against my chest with his mouth at my ear.

“You really want that? With me?” I can barely think, my cock impossibly hard now at the thought of being inside him, and my nerves kick up because I want to make sure it’s good for him.

“You’re the only one I want that with.” His answer is raw, his voice strained with the vulnerable emotion in his words.

I nod my head slowly, his cheek against mine, and I pull my hands free, cupping his face and making his eyes meet mine. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m totally sure. I have lube and condoms. I’ve researched, and I know what I want. What I want is you.” He looks nervous though. “If you want that.”

I smile at him, shaking my head, because how could I not? I kiss his lips softly, still holding on to him, and I feel him open up to me. I feel the moment his body relaxes, and he stops fighting his insecurities and lets me make him feel good.

We strip out of our shirts and sweats, leaving us both in our underwear as he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says, and I can’t believe he could ever feel that way.

“I’m honored you want this with me.” I take the condom, my hand shaking slightly, and I hope he doesn’t see it. “But I want to make it good for you.” I’ve done a little research too and ended up getting lost for hours in gay porn. Still, I know I need to take my time. Prep him and not just shove it in.